{Author's note: DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, ALL CREDIT GOES TO JK ROWLING I ALSO DO NOT OWN SPIDER MAN WHERE THE TITLE OF THIS FIC OBVIOUSLY COMES FROM. Now that that's out of my system I would like to thank my supportive readers. I hope this'll be an exciting fanfiction that's lots of fun for the readers. How can Draco x Harry M-PREG NOT be fun? Enjoy my babies! GAH THE NOISE THIS LAPTOP IS MAKING IS DRIVING ME FUCKING CRAZY! PLEASE KILL ME! I WANT MY OLD LAPTOP BACK ahem...sorry random Author "it's way to late for this bull shit" panic attack}

Rated M for later chapters I guess.

*I'll probably be posting their get-together story later on..

"Draco please. I'm begging you don't leave me," the dark haired wizard pleaded through his tears.

"Potter I can't be a father! I...I'm too young! I can't take care of a little..snotty, sniveling baby! How the fuck could this have happened anyway?" The boy's hair looked almost silver in the moonlight. His hands tousled his neatly slicked back hair. He threw his hands up in the air as he paced the room like a caged animal. "WE'RE BOTH MEN!"

"It's not completely uncommon in wizards. A minute few have the proper reproductive organs..." Harry began wiping away his tears.

"But why you Potter? Why is it always you getting mixed up into this sort of madness? And some how I always get mixed in with it!"

"Well I like to think it's because you love me!" Harry snapped at his lover shooting him a dead serious glare. His eyes were glowing holding back their tears. His hands were shaking, and Draco stopped dead in his tracks. Draco Malfoy took his lover's face in his hands and looked him dead in the eye as to make his point very, very clear.

"I love you with all my heart. Harry James Potter I'm in love with you!" A difficult thing for Draco to admit.

"Don't leave me Draco," Harry begged. His tears fell on Draco's hands and Draco idly wiped them away with his thumbs. "Draco I know you don't want to have this baby, I know for a fact that none of us are ready for this! There's nothing I can do about it now and I need you to stand by me!" Harry wrapped his arms tightly around Draco's waist. "I'm so scared baby. I don't know what to do! I'm so scared!" The Defense Against The Dark Arts Room got dead quieter (as if it weren't quiet enough with just the two of them in there at two in the bloody morning)

"Harry...I...I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO OKAY?" Draco pushed his lover out of his arms coldly and thoughtlessly. Harry protectively covered his stomach with his hand as he staggered backwards. He looked up and through the haze of his teary eyes could see Draco's silver hair running through the door. His lover was running away and Harry couldn't be sure if he were to be coming back.

Okay let's think back. Before the beginning of the pair's fourth year at Hogwarts. Since the middle of the third year the two had developed a relationship and have been sneaking around behind the backs of their peers. (It's a very long and awkward story *) The two had finally experimented with unprotected gay intercourse around the end of the year. Long story short...Harry is undoubtedly 2 months pregnant.

During the summer break the two hadn't really mailed each other for two specific reasons. First of all Vernon Dursley would not have some owl coming in at all different hours of the night to deliver love letters back and fourth. Especially seeing that he did not condone gay marriage. He would just die if he found out that homo-erotic love notes were being passed in and out of his house-hold! Secondly the two decided that it would be best for them to only speak if it were absolutely necessary on breaks so as to save up all the magic (no pun intended) for when they were reunited. As much anxiety as this stirred up for poor Harry, he was able to deal with it as long as he had his lover to look forward to.

The summer had created many difficult trials for the boy. For one he found himself ravaged by his own teen angst. At times he'd bust out into tears and then feel the need to rip down the walls in a matter of two minutes. Secondly he began vomiting every morning...

"Harry! Harry Shut up!" Dudley yelled at the other side of the door banging hard with his overgrown monkey boy fist.

On the other side the boy who lived was praying for the end. He felt like he was vomiting all of his organs out. He flushed once more and begged the porcelain Goddess. NO MORE! Every morning for the passed month was this utter hell. The boy hurled his insides out into the appliance once more, and collapsed on the linoleum. He held his queasy stomach and crouched into a fetal position where he lie. "Oh God have mercy..." he begged silently to no one.

"Harry hurry up in there!" Dudley complained pounding on the door once more. "Da-ad!" Dudley called. Harry burst out of the bathroom as he heard Mr. Dursley's massive feet pounding up the stairs.

"What is it boy?" he yelled up the stair way.

"Harry's been throwing up all morning!" Dudley complained. "I've been waiting for thirty minutes!"

"Boy don't you get my boy sick! You just go to your room right now and stay up there for the rest of the day you filthy little thing!" Mr. Dursley shouted from the middle of the stair case where he decided to stop and rest. Dudley shoved Harry out of the way and rushed into the bathroom slamming the door behind him. "DON'T SLAM DOORS HARRY!" Mr. Dursley yelled at the top of his worn out lungs. Harry shook his head and walked to his room. He lay himself down gently on the bed.

Harry stared at the ceiling feeling empty and and alone. He held his stomach as it settled down. The room was still spinning. He had no idea what he was in for.

The day he reached platform nine and three quarters, he didn't suspect. Even the day he reached Madam Pomfrey's to get a check up and ask her about this constant throwing up, these mood swings...these terrifying urges for dangerous food combinations. The encounter went as following:

"Harry, I'm going to have to ask you something very personal," Madam Pomfrey began not sure how to explain to the boy his predicament.

"Shoot," the boy ignorantly replied.

"Have you been having...homosexual intercourse with another student?" She asked plainly. "Unprotected?" Harry gulped realizing this could be really bad. Did Draco have an STD? Further more he was too shy to answer. "No worries I won't ask and won't tell," she assured him. Harry simply nodded. "I'm afraid..." She put her hand on the boy's shoulder. "You're pregnant."

Now the boy was alone in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom at two in the morning, crying his heart out, thinking of how his lover ran from him in his time of need...and hating this thing growing inside him more and more.