Summary: Draco has a secret to tell Harry, but can Harry really handle it? One-shot. Warning: Slash and MPreg. Pre-HBP
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, settings, etc. pertaining to the series Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 1: Trouble Abounds
Harry was having a very ordinary day. After a day at the Ministry, he was ready for a nice relaxing dinner with his best friends, Ron and Hermione, and his boyfriend, Draco Malfoy.
Now, that last part may have been a big surprise, seeing as they had been enemies for so long, but it was true. Back in seventh year, Hermione had befriended the blond Slytherin since the war was over, and prejudices were being abolished, while InterHouse Unity flourished.
They were both Head Girl and Boy, respectively, and spent a lot of time planning together. Because of this, Ron and Harry had been roped in and the four of them formed a tentative friendship.
As time passed, and Ron and Hermione spent more quality time alone together, Draco and Harry were of course left to their own devices. They spent a lot of time flying and playing chess, or just lazing about and helping each other on homework.
With Draco's help, Harry's marks in Potions improved greatly. As their friendship grew, Harry could not help but start feeling weird around Draco, noticing the smallest things about him, like his bright silver eyes and easy laughter. He was so different from the snotty, arrogant boy that Harry had known before.
Seeing as Harry could not figure this dilemma out on his own, he of course enlisted Hermione's help. As usual, Hermione had all the answers for him. However, did he really like the answers? Did he want to be gay?
It took Harry a long while to accept this fact, but meanwhile his and Draco's friendship suffered. Draco, not seeing what was wrong with Harry also went to Hermione, since he was closest to her. With Hermione's help, Draco resolved to give Harry some space, as well as figure out his own feelings.
Lucky for them, Hermione, ever being the quickest one of them all, strove to help the two boys in their problem. After finally convincing Ron of the beauty of the matched pairing, they of course used an old cliché and locked the two of them up in the Astronomy Tower for them to work out their differences.
The oldest and most overused methods work best, as always. By the next morning, they had come out to the entire school, and thanked Hermione and Ron, bringing the four of them back to the easy friendship they held before the whole mess.
This brings us back to the present day, two years later, where Harry now works at the Ministry as an Auror; Draco and Hermione work as partners in the Department of Mysteries as Unspeakables; and Ron plays keeper for his favourite Quidditch team, the Chudley Cannons.
However, as soon as Harry apparated into their flat in London, he knew something was amiss. Draco was not home yet. They would be leaving in two hours for Hermione and Ron's house, and Draco needed a lot of time to get ready. So where was he? Harry looked around for a note, but found none.
Suddenly, the door to the flat clicked open and Draco stepped in, his face a mixture of happiness and anxiety. Harry quickly grew worried.
"What's wrong, Draco?" he asked. Why had Draco walked through the door, instead of apparating in, as he usually did?
Draco looked up at him, as if only noticing his presence.
"Harry," he exclaimed. "I didn't expect you back so soon."
"We have a dinner to go to Draco, or don't you remember?" Harry reminded gently. Draco was acting weird.
"Of course I do…I'll just go get ready now," Draco smiled nervously, inching towards their room.
"Wait, Draco," Harry interrupted, and Draco froze. "You seem a little out of it right now. Is something the matter?"
Draco turned back towards him and asked, "Do you really want to know, Harry?"
At Harry's nod, he took a deep breath, he said, "Okay, Harry, maybe you'd better sit down for this."
Harry acquiesced and sat down on the sofa, while Draco paced in front of him.
"Okay," he started. "I know we never really discussed the topic of a starting a family before, but I would like one anyways. I mean, I was raised to believe I had to carry on the Malfoy line and even if I don't believe in all that blood purity crap anymore, or why would I be with you, I would still like to have children and-
"Draco," Harry cut in. "You're rambling. Just what do you what to tell me?"
Draco stopped and looked at him, then sighed again and muttered, "To hell with it all."
He took another deep breath, and blurted out, "I'm pregnant."
He looked at Harry, who looked at him, who looked back and so on, neither saying a word.
Then, Harry fell back on the couch and laughed, and laughed and laughed, until tears started streaming down his face.
"You've got to be kidding, Draco," he breathed out, between bouts of laughter. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Hey, do you want me to get the abortion papers ready for you, so you don't mar your perfect figure?" he joked.
He was so busy laughing he did not notice Draco was not laughing with him. Instead, Draco looked stricken, staring at his laughing form, before disapparating at once, to who knows where.
When Harry finally calmed his laughter, wiping tears of laughter off his face, he looked around, but there was no one there.
"Draco?" he called out. "Draco? Where'd you go?"
Bewildered, Harry searched the rooms, but there was no one about.
"Come on, Draco. This joke isn't very funny anymore. Where are you?"
But no one answered. What did I do now? Harry thought frustrated. Maybe he had something to do. Yeah, that's probably it. Draco is always being called away on new projects the Unspeakables have.
Relieved with this thought, Harry continued getting ready for dinner, thinking he would see Draco again later.
Meanwhile, back with Draco, he had apparated straight to Hermione and Ron Weasley's house. Hermione was there cooking, while Ron was putting their child to sleep. She was taken aback at his presence, but quickly rushed straight to him, as he fell to the ground.
"Draco," she scolded, quietly. "You aren't supposed to be apparating when pregnant. It could be dangerous for the baby.
Hermione had been the one who thought that Draco was pregnant in the first place, noticing the same symptoms in him that she had when she had been pregnant. She had convinced him to go see a medi-Wizard to confirm it, and had been the one to encourage him to tell Harry, when he would not.
"He doesn't want it, Hermione," Draco choked, hugging her. "He doesn't want our baby!"
"WHAT?!" Hermione screamed, before quieting herself, tightening her hold on him. "That can't be right. Harry has always wanted a family of his own."
However, Draco just continued murmuring and shaking his head, as he and Hermione clutched each other on the ground.
Then, Ron, having heard the scream, appeared. "I just finished putting James to bed…is everything alright?"
There, he saw Draco on the floor, with Hermione comforting him, and his face morphed into one of concern.
"What's going on?" Ron asked confused. "You okay there, mate?"
However, Draco did not answer. He just continued embracing Hermione, who stared at him, sadly.
With Ron's help, they carried Draco to the guest bedroom, where he promptly fell into a restless sleep, having spent his tears for now.
Hermione kissed his forehead before walking back downstairs with Ron to explain the situation. Then, they would wait for Harry and his explanation. And it had better be damn good, Hermione thought grimly.
A/N: Well, I'd like to know what you thought. A lot of fics have Harry in the wrong, where Draco waits years for him. Then, when Harry comes back for forgiveness, Draco immediately grants it. Is that Slytherin behaviour to you? Because it isn't to me. I'm trying to find one where Draco doesn't forgive Harry too easily, and write one as well. I hope it's okay so far.
