Summary:Starved for love and to be loved, Draco comes to a decision that will drastically change the life of himself and his boyfriend... Maybe he should have spoken to Harry about it first though...

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Rating: M

Warnings: Mpreg

Era: AU 6th year. The boys are both 16 and in the middle of 6th year.

Chapter 1

"Dray?" Harry's voice echoed in the dank boys' bathroom. He'd been looking for the blonde everywhere ever since Draco stormed off moodily out of the Great Hall. The look on his face… Harry shuddered at the memory of that hateful scowl towards him.

Just as Harry was about to leave, he heard a shuffling sound coming from one of the cubicles in the far side of the room.

Could that be him? Harry wondered. Taking a few steps forward, as not to get too close, Harry ducked his head slightly to peer under the door and saw with glee that Draco's familiar satchel was sitting on the floor within the locked stall.

Got you. Harry thought triumphantly.

"Come on Dray, open the door." Harry said, tapping gently at the white expanse of the toilet door.

Harry sighed, slightly exasperated when he received no answer from the stubborn blonde.

"Draco?" He tried again.

From the other side of the door, Draco sat cross-legged atop the toilet seat stewing to himself. The last person he wanted to talk to was his idiotic boyfriend after publicly outing them in the Great Hall in front of EVERYONE. Teachers, students, heck even that creep Filch was there.

"For God's sake, Draco. Will you please just open up?"

Harry thought he heard a muffled sound that sounded distinctly like an irritated 'no'.

This was going to be a long night.

"Please? Let's talk about this."

Silence.

"Baby?"

Harry shifted, slightly relieved, when he heard shuffling coming from behind the door. He immediately stood straight and composed himself to face his surely still angry lover.

The door creaked open to reveal a scowling, albeit good-looking, blonde. Harry suppressed the urge to gulp at the iciness of Draco's gaze. Despite this, Harry could see that his grey eyes were framed a slight red and his cheeks were rather flushed.

Had he… made Draco cry?

"Draco…" Harry started tentatively, concern laced in his voice. "Have you been crying?"

"No! Shut up!" Draco spat aggressively, rubbing fiercely at his eyes before glaring at Harry once more.

The raven-haired Gryffindor felt ashamed knowing that he was to blame for Draco getting in such a state. Harry had never felt a stronger urge to envelope the blonde into his arms however Draco's tense, standoffish and none-too-friendly glare and stance suggested that would have been a bad idea. He didn't want to upset the blonde further.

Before another word was said, Draco dragged Harry into the stall of the toilet and cast a quick silencing charm so they wouldn't be heard.

Harry quickly prepared himself for an eruption.

"I told you it was a bad idea." Draco began, eerily calm.

"Dray-"

"I told you it wouldn't work. That no one would understand."

"I know-"

"But did you listen? No-"

"I-"

"-Because your Harry Potter and you know it all-"

"Draco-!"

"-And now look what you've done! Lost your friends! Lost my friends! For what, Harry?"

"I just-" Harry started, "Wait, what kind of question is that?"

Draco glared daggers into Harry's skull and sat once more atop the toilet seat before refusing to look at the-boy-who-lived.

God, the boy had mood swings than any girl he knew.

"I-" Harry wracked his brain hopelessly for the right answer. "For you! Obviously for you! I can't keep living like this. I don't want to hide you away, Draco. You're a part of my life now, you prat!"

"Yes well, there's a time and a place, Potter." Draco replied, raising his chin slightly. "And I thought I said, not tonight. Not tonight when everyone was going to be there at the same time. What's the matter? Do you not comprehend English?"

"If not at that time, then what time? When would have been the right time? There was no 'right time'!" Harry tried to rationalise with the fiery blonde.

"And coming out to everyone by practically announcing that we are… an item was just so appropriate. Especially after Dumbledore had only recently given his usual long-winded crap about You-know-Who!" Harry looked down to the floor. "You know what people think of me, Harry! They think I'm one of… them because my father is! Now what kind of grief am I going to get because I've tainting their precious Golden Boy? And my housemates? They are obviously all going to hate me now for being a 'traitor'!"

"Will you just quit it?" Harry said, growing beyond frustrated with each word that came from Draco's mouth. The boy always did bring out the best and worst in him. "You're over reacting Draco, not everyone thinks that. Hermione didn't seem so bad, shocked yes but she didn't reject us! And Ron just needs time and-"

"Oh how fan-bloody-tastic for you!" Draco blared scathingly. "I wish my friends shared the same feelings as yours as opposed to out-right hatred!"

"That's not fair Draco! You can't blame their reaction on me!" Harry quickly defended, even though he was beginning to blame himself.

"Woe." Draco muttered dryly.

Harry growled and leant heavily against the cubicle door, tempted to rip his hair from his scalp.

"Why do you always have to be so damn awkward? Can't we just talk like adults for once?"

"That's rich coming from you-!"

Fed up, Harry grabbed Draco's shoulders, hauling him to his feet, and silenced the blonde Slytherin with a passionate, albeit a little aggressive, kiss. Draco looked on at Harry in confusion as the Gryffindor pulled away, both their breathing harsh and heavy.

"Finally," Harry panted. "Now will you maybe just listen to what I have to say?"

"Fine." Draco mumbled after a few seconds, rolling his eyes at his boyfriend.

Harry chanced a smile at his moody lover, to which he earned a sneer in return. Well… it was worth a try.

"I won't ramble like I usually do," Harry joked, trying to lighten the mood and deflated a little as Draco continued to stare blankly at him. "I love you, Draco but everyday, don't laugh when I say this but... my heart breaks a little each day knowing that I can't outwardly love you all the time, only when we're in private. It's not what I want, and I'm pretty sure it's not what you want either, so I had to tell them, Dray, I just had to. I was sick of it. I don't want to hide you anymore, I don't want to hide us because what we have is special and-"

Draco burst out into a fit of laughter and quickly covered his mouth with his slender hand.

"What? I told you not to laugh and now-!" Harry said looking a little discouraged and hurt at his boyfriends' outburst.

"Oh, Harry you… you closet romantic!" Draco teased, chuckling lightly. "Who knew you could come out with such utter cheesy rubbish?"

"Now you listen to me, Malfoy-" Harry bristled.

"Harry." Draco pressed a finger against Harry's lips, a wide smile on his face. "Your so adorable. I found that monologue disturbingly sweet, so sweet in fact that I surely have many cavities because of it!" He winked making the both laugh out loud. Draco grabbed at Harry's arms and encircled them around his own lithe body, dipping his head within the space between Harry's neck and shoulders. "What did I ever do to deserve you?"

"Aw, Dray." Harry sighed, craning his head to rest it atop Draco's. "It's me who's the lucky one, I can't believe your actually willing to stick around with someone targeted for death."

"Harry, don't talk like that."

"Why not? It's true." Harry said almost nonchalantly.

"You may be 'targeted for death', as you so put it, but clearly you're forgetting one minor detail Like my father being a Death Eater, perhaps? Either way I'm not exactly 'safe'." Draco explained. "Idiot," He grinned slowly before he affectionately hit Harry lightly on his arm.

"Your idiot," Harry added cheekily, peering down at Draco. The Gryffindor finally got the chance to wrap his arms around the blonde and envelope him in a tender embrace, caressing the back of Draco's silk-like fair hair as the blonde wrapped his slender arms around Harry's waist.

"Very true, Potty." The Slytherin mumbled against his neck, Harry could practically feel the smirk on his lips.

They stayed in that position for a few minutes before Draco sighed deeply and began peppering light kisses against Harry's neck.

"I love you, Harry,"

"Love you more, Dray. I hope you know that I'd do anything for you, anything at all."

"I do," Draco tightened his grip around the firm planes of his boyfriend body. "Honestly, of all the places to profess love to one another!"

"Ha ha." Harry couldn't agree more with his lover. "So am I forgiven?"

"You honestly think that I'd forgive you that quick?" Draco raised a brow. "Oh no Mister, you have some serious grovelling to do."

"I… can do that." Harry said unsure of himself.

"Or some serious worshipping to do." Draco smiled suggestively.

"Now that, I can do."

"Slut,"

"Your slut."

"Indeed." Draco replied, sealing Harry's lips once more with a brief kiss. He had to stand on his tiptoes slightly but he didn't care… So what if the Gryffindork was taller than him?

Stupid prat, Draco thought with affection.

That night, after bidding Harry farewell, Draco sat upon his bed under a candle-lit hue. Having nothing better to do, he picked up a rumpled copy of this week's 'With it' (a teen version of 'The Daily Prophet') that lay on Blaise Zabini's nightstand. He wouldn't mind… much.

Flicking through dully, he briefly caught a few headings that were exceedingly boring. Who really cared whether the Minister of Magic was ill and couldn't attend a meeting with the Minister of the USA? And where in Britain Voldemort was more likely to target? Okay, maybe that one was important.

Just as he was about to set the magazine down, an article caught his attention.

There was a picture below the heading of a teenage witch and wizard holding a tiny baby clad in baby pink. The pair had genuine smiles set on their faces and the pair couldn't have been much older than 17. The picture was sort of touching.

LEFT BEHIND

It has always been frowned upon by wizarding society when a baby is produced by an illegitimate marriage and to underage parents at that but to these young parents, they couldn't have been happier. Sixteen-year-old Cassandra Waters fell pregnant at the tender age of 15 by her childhood sweetheart Jason Corrigan. "When me and Jason got together, our relationship was frowned upon by my family and friends. I was a pureblood, he was muggle-born and it was unacceptable. I stood up to my parents when they rejected my choice of boyfriends. Then I fell pregnant and all hell broke lose. I was a disgrace and my parents wanted nothing more to do with me so they disowned me. It was upsetting for me but also the best decision of my life was turning my back on a family that turned their back on me when I needed them most. I wouldn't swap Rosie for the world; she's mine and Jason's pride and joy. We may be young, but that doesn't mean we won't be able to take the very best of care for our daughter. She's the light of our lives and has made us a million times happier. My relationship with Jason is also stronger than ever before, I couldn't have done this without him. We believe that we're soul mates and plan to marry next summer but feel no pressure to do so..."

Draco barely read passed the first sentence, his eyes were transfixed on the picture of the tiny baby that was held tightly against her mother's chest giving off vibes of protectiveness to the readers. The young father had his arms wrapped around the girl in a loving embrace and Draco envied their blatant happiness.

Why couldn't he and Harry be that happy? What did they have that him AND Harry didn't have? That is except for a war, a murderous father and equally murderous Dark Lord after his dearly beloved...

A baby.

Draco glanced back at the baby that lay so vulnerable with her eyes shut.

The baby must be so reliant on the mother… Draco had never been relied on before in such a way. What would that be like? He'd never be lonely again, that's for sure.

A baby always loved its mother unconditionally as well. Draco could do with a bit more unconditional love in his life anyhow… he hadn't had much and that was the sad truth.

He bet it was an amazing feeling knowing that you created a baby together with the one you loved most. How must it feel during a pregnancy to feel so full with your lover's child?

A love child. Something produced with love in the act of love.

Draco suppressed the urge to cringe at the sappiness of his last thought and inwardly melted instead.

Maybe then he and Harry could be taken seriously, be seen as a real couple and not a joke.

He'd heard Harry mention a few times that he couldn't wait to father kids, a blissful expression on his face as he said it. He could see Harry now cooing and singing to a bump that was barely even there. He'd be so excited.

What would the baby look like? A mixture of them both? Or maybe nothing like either of them? Draco pictured a little girl with honey-blonde hair and deep emerald green eyes, contrasting vividly against porcelain skin. She'd be beautiful, like a little china doll. Or he. Draco certainly wouldn't complain if he had a son either.

And why should he wait any longer?

Him and Harry deserved the love and completeness that a baby would bring…

That's it. Draco would give Harry a child whether it was the last thing he did.

I had to write this idea down! I just had to... so many teens are naive about pregnancy but well... it's not all it's cracked up to be. It's not all flowers and daisies and happily-ever-after. It's a full time job and commitment. Don't worry I'm not talking from experience! Ha Ha! PLEASE DONT BE OFFENDED THERE ARE ALOT OF GOOD TEENAGE PARENTS OUT THERE I KNOW THATS NOT WHAT IM SAYING.

Just wanted to bring something a bit different to the rather large ff database!

Please review, lemme hear what you think :)

Oh and please, no flames?

Thank you,

WinonaRose

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