The Silver Lining
Story Summary: Before anyone comments on not liking girlHarry or Mpreg, Harry is not a girl, he is not a boy getting pregnant, he is born a hermaphrodite, and before anyone starts talking about the medical facts of intersex people, if the original Harry Potter can have mythological creatures such as: unicorns, werewolves etc... then my fanfiction can have the mythological hermaphrodites, who are literally both male and female, also I have actually found one article by a Simon D. Parvin of the Department of Surgery, Leicester Royal Infirmary, which state that Parvin found a man who was both a father, and who was born with ovaries which had ovulated, meaning that he was physically capable of being a mother as well as a father. This is going to be a Harry/Draco story. Also this story is rated M for a reason.
Chapter 1: Going Grey?
Harry folded the last of his possessions into his trunk, and closed the lid, finished. Hermione promptly opened the trunk and tipped its contents out onto the floor.
"Hermione, I just finished packing that!" Harry yelled indignantly.
"Not very neatly" she muttered as she started packing Harry's things her way. Harry sighed.
"Hermione everything is just going to get, messed up again when I get home. So what's the point?" he said dropping down to sit on his bed.
"Harry just let her have her way. I mean won't your family be happy to see how well you've packed when you get home" Ron cried cheerfully. Ron who had already had his packing approved by Hermione, after she had given him various tips as he was packing. Harry buried his head in his hands.
"Somehow I don't think Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia are going to care if my packing is neat, and I'm not even the one packing anymore" Harry muttered too quietly for either Ron or Hermione to hear. Hermione looked up from her efforts, and started at Harry's head for a moment, something had caught her attention.
"Harry do you know that you have a grey hair?" Harry glanced at her through his fingers for a second.
"Mione, that's not as funny as you think it is" he mumbled.
"I'm not joking Harry look" she said reaching out and ripping several hairs out, with one swift tug.
"Ow, Hermione, can you please, not rip my hair out!" Harry screamed.
"Baby" came from Ron's side of the room, Harry just scowled back at him.
"Look Harry" Hermione said holding up a silver thread of hair. It took Harry a few seconds to realise that that silver thread was indeed his own hair. He ran to the bathroom and locked the door behind him. There he tilted his head so that he could get a good look at his hair in the mirror. After examining his head thoroughly, Harry finally let out a breath that he didn't even realise he had been holding. He could another glittering silver thread, or even a gloomy grey one. He saw his cheeks turn red as he realised that he a 13 year old boy, had been vain enough to search for grey hairs. He tried to console himself with the fact that he knew something as odd as prematurely aging at the tender age of 13, was something the Dursleys would most definitely frown upon. This wasn't much solace, as Harry knew that most of it was just vanity, not fear of the Dursleys.
Harry slid down on to the bathroom floor and stayed there, willing himself to calm down. This worked until he was startled out of his peace by a banging on the door. He could hear Hermione and Ron yelling from the other side of the door, and he knew that they would only get angry if he kept them waiting. He got up and opened the door, only to nearly get punched in the face by a furiously knocking Hermione.
"Harry for pities sake, no one cares about your hair, we have to be on the train in a quarter of an hour, now I've already packed your things for you..."
"They were already packed before you messed with my stuff" Harry sighed, knowing that trying to argue with Hermione was like trying to argue with a brick wall.
"Don't argue with me, just get going we can't be late, and if I missed anything out of your trunk then you only have yourself to blame, honestly 14 and you still can't pack a trunk properly" Hermione said as she helped Ron out of the door with his trunk.
"13, I'm 13" Harry said quietly as he followed them out. The was creepy when it was empty, but Harry had spent more than enough nights sneaking around the castle after hours to have gotten over any fear of the empty castle. For once Harry didn't feel a great sense of loneliness as he left Hogwarts after yet another year, because now although he still had to go back to the Dursleys he still had his godfather. Since Sirius had disappeared on Buckbeak Harry had been eagerly awaiting word from his new godfather, but as of yet the escape convict was yet to get in contact with Harry. This didn't deter the young wizard, as he knew that he would be leaving the Dursleys early this year to stay with the Weasleys, and then he would get to go to the Quidditch World Cup, and Harry was so sure that Sirius would send him a letter or something soon, Harry would just have to wait patiently. Yes Harry was sure that this summer was going to be the best he had ever had.
Harry neared the station, Hermione and Ron were already on the train and Hermione was yelling from one of the windows.
"Harry hurry!" Harry blushed and picked up his trunk, due to the starvation he had suffered whilst growing up with the Dursleys had stunted his growth to a great extent, especially his muscle development, so keeping up with his friends whilst carrying his heavy trunk, he gasped as he tried to lift the trunk a little higher onto the steps of the train.
Harry could help but smile as he heard several slightly panicked first years running up behind, well at least someone was even later than him to get on the train. Harry struggled the up the train's steps and managed to have the trunk placed in the aisle, just in time for two boisterous first years to come charging past him. He closed the train door, and pulled the trunk along behind him.
"Harry, honestly, what's taking you so long?" Hermione whispered, Harry could only guess that that was because the Slytherins were close by.
"Why are you in such a mood today?"
"Because, you should have finished most of your packing yesterday, really Harry don't you every think ahead? And anyway you know I don't like being late" Harry just sighed and followed her into the compartment. Ron nodded at Harry before returning to his copy of Quidditch Players Monthly. Harry tried to lift his trunk onto the luggage rack above Ron. It nearly fell on them both of them.
"Bloody hell Harry, careful" Ron said standing to push the trunk onto the shelf for him. Harry smiled in thanks and sat down next to Ron.
Draco sat down next to his friend Blaize Zabini. The train wouldn't be leaving for the better part of an hour, but of course a Malfoy was never late, unless he intended to be. Across from Draco sat Pansy Parkinson, Vincent Crabbe and although he hadn't arrived yet they were all expecting Goyle to sit with them.
The young Slytherins sat in silence as they weren't taught to speak when they had nothing valuable to say. Draco for his part was to caught up in thoughts about the letter in his breast pocket. It was a letter from his father. Draco had almost had a panic attack when he had received it, the letter was from Draco's father and it made it abundantly apparent to Draco that his parents had found out about him losing his virginity a few weeks before the year had finished.
A few weeks before, Slytherin house had been attending the Summer Solstice festival, along with several of the teachers, most of Hogsmeade village and one or two Ravenclaws. The rest of the school wasn't known for being particularly religious. After a surprisingly short ritual there was a small festival, and a picnic on the lawn, the Slytherins stayed for a short while, but then returned to their common room. They already had their own celebration planned.
Hidden away in the Slytherin Common room they celebrated in a way most unbecoming of purebloods. As the most cunning students of Hogworts students, they had managed to acquire alcohol, narcotics of various different sorts, and music that their parents would never have let them listen to if they had known about it.
It was at this party that Draco found himself watching a certain Ethan Stiffworth, a boy in the year above. The boy was already known for being quite sexually precocious, and on several occasions the boy had insinuated to Draco that he would want to have some kind of sexual relationship.
Draco had been interested in this idea, but he had turned the boy down several times. Mostly because he was sure that any and all relations were bound to become public news, after all everyone knew that he was seeing Pansy Parkinson even though they had never actually been anything more than friends. Plus he was already pretty sure that Ethan was only showing interest in him because he thought he could get something out of it.
Draco had since taken it upon himself to study Ethan. He had very quickly discovered that Ethan's family was practically bankrupt, and that they had family ties with one certain Rita Skeeter. This led Draco to the conclusion that Ethan was only interested in him because he knew Rita would pay for a Malfoy sex scandal, especially one about such a young Malfoy. This had inevitably led Draco to crush any hopes of expressing growing understanding of his own sexuality.
It had been a foolish notion, he told himself. He had known from a young age that although his parents didn't have any moral issues with homosexuality, they did have problems with a lack of grandchildren, so Draco didn't expect them to be accepting of his preferences.
However, as the evening progressed Draco couldn't help but notice that Ethan was getting quite drunk, admittedly he was nowhere near what some of the sixth and seventh years were achieving. This made Draco wonder, he knew that his parents would be keeping a very close eye on him when he was older, he maybe young, but he already could feel that he was already running out of chances to live his life his way.
Later on Draco summoned the nerve to proposition Ethan, as he did so he could feel his entire body shake with a feeling that Draco had seldom felt before, this was what rebellion felt like. Although Draco was almost certain that Ethan was far to drunk to remember what happened that night, Draco still took numerous precautions. Draco hid beneath the hood of his robe so that no one would realise that it was him leaving with Ethan.
They went back to Ethan's dorm, something that Draco had insisted upon because it allowed him to slip out of the room before Ethan woke up, which gave him plausible deniability. Draco had cast several spells to search the room for evidence of recording devices, the spells were complicated so he was glad that he had considered himself to be just too young to try the alcohol himself.
After that Ethan pressured Draco to assume a bottom position, Draco refused and remained very dominant. Afterwards Draco found the experience to be somewhat of a disappointment. Due to his current state, Ethan had been very sloppy and awkward in his movements, and he had lasted long. Also Ethan fell asleep moments after he came, and a part of Draco felt a great sense of loss afterwards, he hadn't expected to feel almost bad about the experience, and he didn't like that he did.
The morning after Draco realised what a mistake he had made, when his father's letter had arrived. The letter made it clear that his father knew exactly what had happen, and he was not pleased. For several days after that letter Draco remained in a state of absolute panic. He kept running the events of that night through his head, and yet he couldn't think of anything that he had done wrong, anything he could have possibly missed, but he knew he missed something, how else could his father know or even suspect.
All Draco could do was wait for a lewdly descriptive article to appear in the Daily Prophet, but it never did, and before Draco realised how much time had passed, Draco had found himself boarding the Hogworts Express, which would bring him home to face the music.
As the train grew closer to Kings Cross station Draco considered running, but quickly dismissed the idea as childish and stupid. It wasn't like he had anywhere to go that his parents wouldn't think to look, and delaying his parents would only make things worse.
As the gleaming red train pulled into the station, Draco's steal eyes quickly found his father's. Both his parents were very easy to find among the rest of the crowd, if only because the look ready to commit acts of brutal violence, which might not be too far from the truth. Draco pulled his bag off of the rack, and quickly made his way off the train, the sooner he got home the sooner this would all be over he told himself.
"Draco" his father said sharply with a quick nod at his son.
"Welcome home son" Narcissa said quietly, didn't look him in the eye, but at least she attempted to keep the rage she was clearly feeling out of her voice. made there way to the row of fireplaces to floo back to Malfoy Manor, in silence.
The moment Draco followed his parents out of the fire place in the manor's main hall, the silence was immediately replaced by the sound of his father's angry voice.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy, what pray tell, do you think you were doing?" he barked.
"It was just a bit of fun" Draco muttered quietly, his parents of course both heard him clearly.
"Fun! Draco do you have any idea what damage could have been inflicted upon the family name, do you know how much damage could have been inflicted on you, you're too young to be having... such relations" His mothers said, she folded her arms aross her chest, most people would have thought her perfectly calm at that moment, but Draco knew her better than that. He could see how frightened she was, and he did feel a little guilt over that.
"I'm Sorry Mother"
"Draco why would you do something like this" His father hissed, from where he was leaning on the mantelpiece.
"Well it's not like it's something you would let me do when I'm older"
"And for good reason, this path that you are choosing will bring you nothing but pain" Lucius said punctuating the last word by slapping the marble mantle.
"Why? Why does it have to?" Draco asked.
"Because, the Malfoy family has existed for over a thousand generations, and it is your duty to see that it last for a thousand more. Merlin boy have you not seen the luxury you have been raised in, surely you didn't expect such a life without some responsibility. If you keep following this desire for your form the best you can hope for is a fruitful affair with a women who will come to hate you because you won't even try to love her, and a secret lover who will no doubt grow tired with you over time because no matter how matter much you love him, you will always truly belong to your wife."
"But I can't love a woman" Draco cried.
"You don't have to love her, she doesn't have to be a perfect wife, merely an adequate one." Narcissa cried silent tears for her son, because the whole family knew what Lucius meant, that Draco would probably never be allowed to love anyone the way he his parents loved each other. "You may go to your room now" he whispered, Draco stumbled out, too shocked by his father's words to dispute them. As he left he heard his mother whisper.
"Lucius surely there is something we can do?"
"We can only hope that he is one of the lucky ones, like we were" he replied.