AN:: I wrote this for the Harry Potter/Scorpius Malfoy fest, first time I tried this pairing, and first time I thought about this pairing as well. I had great help from Scifinerd92, she helped me while I wrote it and helped me beta it. I do hope everyone here will enjoy this shorter story :D
Warning: Slash (in case someone doesn't like it and ignored the frist warning) and Mpreg. And Harry is mean in the beginning; note, I said beginning
I own nothing
Scorpius buried his face deeper into his warm scarf as the blizzard suddenly grew stronger; apprehension ran through his body as he feared he would fall over in the thick snow from the strong gusts of wind, and in that second he honestly thought of calling for help. But his father's words stopped him, Malfoy's do not show weakness.
While he respected his father he found himself cursing the man for the insane amount of land he had bought lately. Before his father decided to expand the property, it would only take Scorpius a minute to walk from the gates to the house, but now, with all the extra land, it took him a good four to five minutes, and that was on a sunny day. On days such as today, however, with gale force winds and heavy flurries of snow, it was taking him a considerable amount longer; he had been walking for over twenty minutes now and he wasn't sure how much he had left before he would reach the front door.
With his face half-hidden in his scarf, he finally managed to find the entrance after about forty minutes. As quickly as he could, he entered the house and shook off the snow that was slowly melting in the heat of the manor.
The first thing he saw after he hanged up his cloak were his school trunks. For a second he wondered why the house elf hadn't brought them to his room, but then he remembered who his father was and what his methods of punishment were; manual labour.
Now that he was seventeen, all Scorpius wanted to do was use his magic legally, especially for Apparating. When his father had come to pick him up from Kings Cross station, Scorpius had requested to Apparate home. This wasn't taken easily by his father; Draco still saw his son as his little boy. He knew that the reason why his trunks were waiting in the hallway was because he was supposed to pull them up to his room as a punishment; and if he knew his father he had already placed several spells over his trunks so that he couldn't use magic.
Suddenly he heard voices coming from the study, and even if he was exhausted from the walk he decided to check it out. If he was lucky one of the voices might belong to his grandfather, and he was always happy to see his grandson.
Scorpius made his way over to his father's study and knocked twice before rudely entering. It didn't take him more than a second to realize his mistake when he saw the dark haired man standing besides his father. Quickly his eyes travelled over the guest, trying to put a name to the face. Thanks to his father he knew all the names of anyone worth knowing in the wizarding world and quickly recognized Harry Potter, the Auror.
Scorpius wanted to leave the room as quickly as possible; his father didn't appreciate anybody interrupting him when he had guests, so when he waved Scorpius over he couldn't hide his shock at being invited in.
"Potter, I'd like you to meet my son, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy." Scorpius looked at Harry and couldn't help feeling nervous; the pictures did not do the man justice. Harry Potter was tall, thin but still muscular, he had fine lines around his face, and his hair was dark and wild. If his father hadn't once told him that he and Potter used to be in the same year together at school, he would have guessed that Harry was older than his father, but in a good way.
Before he became too lost in his thoughts he offered his hand to greet Harry. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr Potter." Harry looked at Scorpius' hand for a second before quickly turning his gaze to Scorpius' father. Scorpius thought it was strange that Harry didn't greet him but quickly shrugged it off and watched the wild hair move instead.
"Alright, Potter, I think the paperwork is done, if there is anything else on your mind you can either contact me or wait till Monday." Harry nodded before quickly turning away from them and walking over to the fireplace.
"Malfoy," Harry nodded to both before he stepped into the green flames that were awaiting him. Scorpius continued to stare for a few seconds after Harry was gone; there was something in the way he walked and acted that sent chills through his body.
"I thought you said you don't bring work home," Scorpius asked his father when he was done staring at the heavily decorated but empty fireplace.
"I don't, but this is a different case."
"Different, how so?"
"He's an old friend," Draco quickly responded in his this-conversation-is-over voice. Scorpius stared at his father for a few seconds, wondering what he was hiding. The few times he had mentioned Harry he always called him an acquaintance, never a friend.
"So what did he want?" Scorpius knew that based on his father's voice he might not answer him, so when Draco looked up at Scorpius and prepared himself for a short speech Scorpius was shocked for the second time that evening.
"You might as well know; it will be all over the news papers next week anyway. Mr Potter divorced from his wife, and he just signed the last piece of paper a few minutes ago." Scorpius stared at his father and hoped he wouldn't be able to see how pleased he was. Harry Potter was divorced, and if his senses weren't completely off he was gay as well, or at least bisexual.
Thinking about Harry's sexuality made him wonder if his father had ever had any relationship with the man; that could explain the visit and the refusal to talk about Harry. But that was just a silly thought; Draco had never been interested in anyone besides his mother.
"Why?" Scorpius knew his father never revealed such information but that didn't mean he wouldn't ask.
"That is private information, Scorpius," his father said with a serious look before he turned his attention back to the papers in front of him. Scorpius took that as a sign and left the office to start on his punishment.
When he finally managed to pull all of his trunks up to his room, he exhaustedly let himself fall down on the bed. Scorpius was sure that if his father had the chance he would have cast a weighty spell on it as well for digging for answers in Harry's case. After yawning he closed his eyes just for a second, but that second was enough to send him into dreamland.
When he woke up later that evening he realized he was late for dinner, which earned him another speech on etiquette by his mother.
Normally he would find her speeches annoying and a waste of time, but she said something that evening that opened his eyes.
"A Malfoy does not behave like a commoner, Scorpius. A Malfoy is proud and knows what they want, and a Malfoy always gets what they want. Do you know what I want Scorpius? I want you to arrive to dinner on time."
While eating dinner he couldn't stop thinking about his mother's words, A Malfoy always gets what he wants, and he wanted Harry.
Scorpius thought that getting into Harry's pants would be easy, because who wouldn't want the heir of Malfoy in their bed? His plan was close to complete when he discovered a major hole in it. He realized he should have known it before, but Harry's beautiful tousled hair had distracted him. He was sitting with his father in his study, discussing his future when the conversation slowly moved towards Harry. It was only when Scorpius asked why Harry behaved so strange around him that his father told him Harry would never touch a Malfoy under any circumstance.
So with that piece of information Scorpius had to plan his approach to Harry again, it wouldn't be easy but a Malfoy always got what he wanted.
-o-
It took Scorpius approximately five months to complete his plan; most of that time went to completing the exortus potion that would alter his appearance for a whole day. It wasn't like the polyjuice potion where the person would change into a copy of someone else; the exortus potion was a mild but long lasting appearance changing potion. The flaws were that you never knew what you would look like, but since Scorpius only wanted a one-night-stand he doubted he needed to worry.
On the Friday after his third N.E.W.T., he used his free pass note from his father and Disapparated to London where he knew Harry spent his Fridays before he went home, sometimes alone and other times with a lucky bloke. Scorpius had spent all his money on a private investigator but if he got into Harry's pants it would be money well spent.
As he entered the muggle bar he made sure his hair stayed hidden beneath his cloak, if Harry saw the signature Malfoy blond hair he would certainly leave before Scorpius could even use the exortus potion. Quickly Scorpois made his way into the toilet and locked the door, removed the cloak and retrieved the vial with the purple exortus potion. When he uncorked the vial he quickly swallowed it before he got a chance to recognize the sickly acid flavour.
Scorpius winced as the potion started to change his body; while the changes weren't big they did alter him. When he looked up in the mirror he saw the shape of his face turn from pointed to square and his skin colour darkened slightly. His eyes changed to dark brown while his hair stayed almost the same. If there was something he had hoped would change it would be his hair; after all, not many were in possession of such blond hair without being associated with the Malfoy family. While he did look different he feared the similarities were too close for anyone to be fooled, but he took the chance anyway. Taking a last look at himself he found the fake ID and changed the photo and name; he certainly didn't want to be thrown out of the bar when he was so close to Harry.
Quickly he removed the hair product that kept his hair slicked back like his father's, and changed into something that didn't look like it belonged in his wardrobe. When he was pleased about his look he took a few deep breaths before walking into the bar.
It didn't take him long to locate Harry at the bar; nobody else had such dark and wild hair. Slowly he walked over and sat down two chairs away from the raven haired man; he didn't want to seem too desperate. Because of the reflections from the glass cases behind the bar Scorpius could easily see that Harry was staring at him, but he refused to look over right then. It wasn't until his drink arrived that Scorpius gathered enough courage to look at Harry. He ran his fingers through his hair and turned his head to the side, and when their eyes met he gave Harry a nervous smile before turning back to his drink.
He must have sat like that for fifteen minutes before he dared to look over at Harry again; but to Scorpius' disappointment Harry was not staring at him.
As he started on his second drink he started to worry that Harry might leave the bar before he had a chance to even talk with him. Nervous, he looked up again and moved closer to the man until he was sitting right next to him. Scorpius tried to act normal as he turned towards Harry, who seemed to be unaffected by his approach.
"Hi," he said nervously, "I'm Scott." Harry turned towards him and stared for a few seconds before he finally greeted him.
"I'm James." Scorpius found it extremely strange that Harry used another name, especially in the muggle world but decided to ignore it; the man probably had his reasons. Harry turned back to watch the wall while Scorpius glanced up at him, wondering what to say next; because he had no idea what kind of man Harry liked, he had to guess, and he ended up spelling his desires at once.
"Do you want to come back to my place?" he gushed out. Scorpius held his breath as Harry turned back towards him and stared for what seemed like forever. Instead of answering Scorpius, Harry found his wallet and paid the bartender before he walked away from the bar. Every spark of hope vanished from Scorpius as Harry walked away from him. He'd had his chance and he'd spoilt it by suggesting they would do something as primitive as heading back to his place after little to no conversation.
"Are you coming, Scott?" Scorpius heard from behind him. At first he didn't turn around because he feared it was only his mind playing a cruel trick on him, but after a few seconds he slowly took the chance and saw Harry by the door, waiting for Scorpius to join him.
As soon as Scorpius realized this was actually happening, he jumped off the chair and left the bar with Harry. They walked side by side until they reached the hotel room that Scorpius had rented.
Scorpius knew that if he was supposed to pass for a muggle he would have to avoid using his wand or any kind of magic, and while he hated it he thought he did rather well. Using the elevator and key wasn't that difficult, even turning the lights on was easy once he'd found the switch. While he didn't want to give up magic he was sure he would be able to live like that for a short amount of time.
"Are you from around here?" Scorpius asked, hoping that Harry would open up.
Harry stared at Scorpius for a second before answering him with a short and stiff, "No."
Scorpius cocked his head to one side at the brief answer. "You don't talk much do you?" he questioned lightly. At that Harry only shook his head, and continued to stare around the room. Scorpius had opted for a small room since he didn't want Harry to be suspicious.
He watched the other man for a few seconds before deciding to take a chance.
"I'm new at this, being with men I mean," he said quietly. It wasn't completely true but Harry need never find out. "Do you..." Suddenly the room felt warmer than before and he found it difficult to breathe; he had never needed to court another man before, the others had been boys and were easy to lead. "Do you want to join me?" he finally managed to get out.
Scorpius looked up at Harry who was standing on the other side of the room. At first he thought Harry would decide to leave just like he thought he did in the bar, but then the man walked over to him and started to kiss him passionately.
When their lips touched Scorpius thought he was going to die. He had never felt lips like Harry's... they were strong and soft all at the same time, and they were experienced; a nice change from the boyish and shy lips he had kissed before.
Before he knew it Harry pressed his upper body against Scorpius' until Scorpius had to lie down on the sofa so he wouldn't get crushed. Harry's hand found its way beneath Scorpius' shirt and travelled up to his nipple. At that Scorpius couldn't hold in his gasp; the sensation of Harry's calloused hands over his smooth skin was indescribable. He knew then that his night with Harry would be like nothing he had experienced before.
Slowly Harry started to undress him until Scorpius was naked in the embrace of the older man, and when Harry was half naked Scorpius was lifted up and carried over to the bed.
Scorpius stared at Harry as the man pulled out a tube out of his pocket. Scorpius was sure it hadn't been there a few seconds ago, but he knew he had to ignore it so Harry wouldn't discover his true identity of being a wizard. Slowly and sensuously, Harry poured out some of the liquid before he joined Scorpius on the bed. He slowly spread Scorpius legs open before he caressed his entrance with the coated fingers.
As soon as the fingers touched him, Scorpius started to moan out in pleasure; nobody had ever touched him there and it felt oh-so sensitive. It didn't take him long before he fisted the coverlets and started to tremble in pleasure.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked. The only answer Scorpius was able to give was a short nod. "Have you been fucked before?" Scorpius' eyes shot open and he stared at Harry, unsure if he wanted to lie or not, but he decided to go with the truth so he shook his head. The truth was that he himself had fucked three people, but he had never let them touch him. Not because he didn't want them to, but because they were weaker and didn't want to try it out.
"Don't worry; I'll take good care of you." It was the last thing Harry said before he covered Scorpius' body with hot kisses.
Scorpius had no idea how long Harry played with him before he finally removed his trousers. Scorpius stared at Harry's naked body and felt his cock jump. The man's body was well built, tanned, muscular and not too hairy, much more mature compared to the others he had been with.
As much as he enjoyed staring at Harry his thoughts was interrupted when Harry moved down and gave his teenage body more attention; Scorpius thought he had died and gone to heaven.
Slowly Harry prepared Scorpius for their first time together; making sure Scorpius was well stretched before he did anything.
"Do you have protection?" Harry asked suddenly. Scorpius couldn't help the confusion that laced his brain; Protection against what? It must be one of those muggle things so he shook his head. "Shit, I forgot to bring condoms as well." To Scorpius' horror Harry started to move off the bed, making him wish he had answered yes instead. Desperately he tried to recall any memory of Muggle customs during sex; he continued to think, until he recalled something one of his school friends had told him once; the protection was to keep the semen away from Scorpius.
"I'm safe, healthy," Scorpius confirmed hurriedly. According to his friend, muggles used protection to keep viruses from spreading through sex. Harry turned towards him and stared at Scorpius' naked body intently.
"Are you sure?" he asked quietly. "I'm quite sure I don't have anything, but that doesn't mean I can put you in danger of catching anything."
"I'm leaving tomorrow morning," Scorpius said desperately, trying to keep the whine out of his tone, "and I really don't want this night to end like this."
Harry took a few more seconds to think before he crawled back onto the bed. If Scorpius wasn't turned on by Harry's body he might have cheered, but as the man slowly closed up on him he could only mewl in pleasure.
Slowly Harry continued to prepare Scorpius before he finally moved between his legs and gave Scorpius a night he would never forget.
Scorpius didn't want the night to end, but after their second round in bed Harry got up, dressed himself and bid Scorpius farewell before leaving. Scorpius sat in the same position and watched the door, shocked at how the night ended; he thought Harry might want to relax.
After a few minutes where he was still in shock, he managed to snap himself out of it and attempt to sleep; the night had been long and he was exhausted. Even though he was shocked at Harry's exit he was happy, for he had succeeded in doing something he thought was impossible; he'd managed to get Harry Potter to sleep with him, a Malfoy. Of course he was tricked into it, but he still felt joy over the fact that Harry had slept with him.
With the memories of their night together fresh in his mind, Scorpius fell into a deep and happy sleep.
-o-
A few weeks later school was over; Scorpius had managed to get almost perfect scores on all of his exams and was now waiting for the headmaster to finish up his speech. However, half way through the speech Scorpius started to feel ill.
He'd been feeling ill a lot lately, especially in the morning, but it always became better so he didn't think much of it. But this time it was worse than before. He had all the symptoms he usually had, sickness, a need to throw up, pain throughout his back, but be also felt like he was about to pass out.
Somehow he managed to get through the whole speech by drinking water, but when the cheering began he lost the little control he had over himself and fell into a darkness he hadn't experienced before.
When he finally woke up he heard whispering voices around him, and quickly realized that one of the voices belonged to his head of house. When he opened his eyes he realized he was in the infirmary, which explained why the cheering had stopped, but now he was wondering how and why he was laying on the sterilized bed.
"Mr Malfoy!" the school nurse barked at him as he tried to move off the bed. "You are not allowed to leave that bed for at least another hour." Scorpius rarely visited the infirmary, but the few times he had need to seek out the nurse taught him that Pomfrey, as old as she was, was a strong and tough woman, and anyone who dared to disobey her would feel her rage. Quickly he moved his legs back under the coverlets and waited.
Hestia Carrow, his head of house, walked up next to him and stared at him with a worried expression.
"Mr Malfoy, do you know why you're here?" Scorpius took a few seconds to think about it and realized he must have passed out. When he assured her that he knew what happened he thought he was able to leave, but that was not the case. "While you were unconscious Pomfrey took a few tests to make sure you hadn't hurt yourself, and she made a big discovery."
"What do you mean?" Nervously he looked back and forth between the two women, happy that there wasn't anyone else in the room.
"She discovered that you are currently pregnant."
Fear as cold as ice ran through him when he heard what the nurse had discovered. At first he thought it was a mistake, or a joke; but then he started to think about his illness. He didn't know much about pregnancies but the few things he knew was enough to confirm that they were in fact not lying.
"Do you understand what I'm saying, Mr. Malfoy?" Somehow Scorpius managed to nod; his head of house wouldn't lie to him, not to a fellow Slytherin.
"Carrow, why don't you go to the headmaster and inform him about the new situation, I'll take care of Mr Malfoy."
Scorpius kept staring at his lap as his head of house left, and kept staring when Pomfrey started to talk.
"Mr Malfoy," she said while lightly shaking him. "Listen to me, Mr Malfoy." Somehow he managed to snap out of his strange state. "Listen carefully to me, Mr Malfoy. As you may or may not know, a pregnant person is not only responsible for oneself, but also for a second life, a small foetus that is helpless. Girls usually learn this by just being girls, while boys never care much about motherhood because of the mental difference.
"I will try my best to teach you what to do and what not to do while pregnant. At times you might hate being pregnant but trust me; not all women love their own pregnancy. Before I start, do you wish to tell me who the second father is?" Scorpius was just about to tell her when he realized that he couldn't tell anyone about it. After all, he had tricked Harry into sleeping with him, if anyone found out both the Malfoy and Potter name would be disgraced.
"I'm sorry," Scorpius said hoarsely, "but I can't tell you."
"I respect your choice, Mr Malfoy, but you need to tell me if it's a student."
"It's not."
She scrutinised him for a moment before nodding. "Very well. Now let me see, where to start..." That was the beginning of what Scorpius thought would never end. While most of the information was pretty basic he couldn't help wondering why women wanted to go through a pregnancy.
Pomfrey told him what would happen towards the end of his pregnancy, how the magic would open up a second passage where the baby would be born through, and the pain during birth. Her goal was to educate him but she failed; instead she had managed to scare him, and as soon as he could ask questions, he immediately asked about abortion.
Scorpius wasn't stupid and knew at once that the witch did not approve of abortion, but that didn't stop her from telling him everything she knew. Even though he considered abortion he knew deep down he wouldn't be able to go through it. He might not be the nicest, most caring person in the world, but he didn't want to destroy a life, even if it wasn't born yet.
When Pomfrey was sure he understood what would happen to his body she ordered food to be brought up to him.
"Do you want me to tell your father?" Pomfrey asked gently. Since Scorpius had turned seventeen earlier that year, he was therefore considered legal, and now that school was officially over nobody could tell him what to do. For a second he wanted to say yes but then realized what shame he would bring to the family name.
"No, I'll tell him myself when the time is right," he said firmly. "Please don't tell anyone else about my condition?" Pomfrey smiled sweetly at him and promised never to tell anyone, it was after all Scorpius' choice.
When he was finally alone he laid back and tried to come up with a plan that could work for him, the baby and his family. Thinking about having a family made him realize that he had completely forgotten who the other father of the baby was. As nice as the fantasy was of him and Harry spending time together and taking care of the baby, he knew reality wouldn't be as simple.
The first thing he had to do was to find Harry and confess what he had done, that he had tricked him into bed. And then, if Harry didn't believe him he could go to St. Mungos and get one of the witches to perform an identification spell on the baby.
The rest of that day went into planning the meeting with Harry.
-o-
Scorpius was standing outside Harry's office; he was wearing dark grey robes that fit well on his body, but didn't show any signs of the pregnancy. Firmly he knocked on Harry's office door and waited.
When he finally entered he could clearly see that Harry didn't enjoy his presence.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" The way he said his name sent chills down Scorpius' back. But Scorpius refused to let Harry's cold tone stop him.
"I came because I have something important to tell you."
Harry arched a brow. "What?"
Scorpius cleared his mind while trying to get his emotions under control. He knew it would be difficult to stand before Harry but he thought the atmosphere wouldn't be as cold.
"I don't know how to start," he said awkwardly. "It's just... well, it's quite complicated. A few weeks ago I took a trip to London."
"I don't see how that has anything to do with me."
"That's the complicated part. You see, when I saw you for the first time at the manor I wanted to see you again." Scorpius took a deep breath; confessing was really difficult when he had no idea how Harry would react. "My father told me that you would never touch a Malfoy so I had to come up with a different plan. With the help of an appearance altering potion I pretended to be someone else. I... I was Scott."
If Harry was disturbed by this confession, he certainly didn't show it. "I have no idea what you're talking about Malfoy, please leave my office."
"But... I was Scott! You came to my hotel room, remember?"
"What are you implying Malfoy; that I would do something as demeaning as to follow a random bloke to his room? And what was I supposedly doing there?"
"You know -" Scorpius started, only to be rudely interrupted by Harry.
"I know well enough what people do in a hotel room Malfoy. But that isn't the point; the point is that you're accusing me for entering a room with another man. How many have you told this lie to? How many will be after me because they think I was in a room with a complete stranger?"
"Nobody knows about us."
Harry snorted. "There is no us Malfoy, there never was and there never will be." Suddenly Harry stood up and started to walk around his desk towards Scorpius.
Scorpius backed up, suddenly frightened of the man's ire. "I...I didn't come to blackmail you or anything."
"Then what are you doing here with that lie?" growled Harry. "Did my ex-wife send you?"
"No! I came because I have something important to tell you!"
"So the idiotic lie about using a potion to change your look just so you could sleep with me wasn't the important thing?" Harry asked sarcastically.
"No, I just wanted to tell you how it happened first." Harry was finally standing in front of Scorpius, staring at him until Scorpius found it uncomfortable and had to look away.
"You can take your story and run back home to your father. What you thought happened never did."
"But I need to tell you -" Scorpius began before Harry grabbed him by his robes and pushed him into the wall.
"You don't need to tell me anything, Malfoy." Scorpius looked up at Harry and stared into his livid green eyes. "Now get out of my office." That was when Scorpius couldn't take it anymore.
"I'm pregnant," he said quickly.
Suddenly the cold atmosphere changed; while Harry was still holding Scorpius' robe, his glare had changed. Scorpius tried to read the emotions but Harry was excellent at holding back his deepest thoughts.
The change in Harry made Scorpius believe that the denial was over, but he quickly understood that Harry wouldn't give up.
"I wonder what poor loser you tricked into sleeping with you," the dark-haired man said nonchalantly.
Scorpius gazed up at him, mouth agape. "You... you can't say that."
"Why? Because you think I was that guy? You'd better get your head checked, Malfoy, because making up stories is not healthy."
"What do I have to do to prove it?" Scorpius cried in outrage. "I have my memories, you're in them. And I can take a test at St. Mungo's to prove to you that you're the father."
"Don't be ridiculous, Malfoy. You changed your appearance in order to become closer to me, which can easily be compared to the fact that someone has probably used polyjuice potion to look like me; your proof has no value. And do you think that I'm going to be fooled by a simple test that can easily be manipulated so it will show that I'm the father?"
"I just want to..." Scorpius didn't have a chance to finish his sentence before Harry interrupted him.
"Let me tell you what you're going to do. Get your ass back to your father and confess; you better pray that he won't kick you out of your home for being the little whore that you are."
Scorpius didn't have a chance to say another word before Harry threw him out of his office. Scorpius wanted to knock on his door again but knew Harry wouldn't let him enter. His heart flew up to his throat as he realized that Harry wouldn't help him. Based on the few stories he had been told about Harry he thought he was noble and always helped the less fortunate.
He stared at the floor as he tried to process Harry's words; what would come of him and his bastard child? He knew he wouldn't be able to keep it once it was born, even if he wanted to.
Feeling tired and defeated he went back home, hoping that no one there would suspect a thing until he thought it was safe to tell them. When that time would be he didn't know; his father never approved of any sexual intercourse before marriage. Scorpius could kiss and fool around, but if he ever did anything he would pay dearly. So he had to keep his pregnancy a secret, as well as all the other romances Scorpius had during his school days.
-o-
Keeping his secret hidden wasn't difficult in the beginning, but as his belly started to grow he knew he had to move out. His father didn't want to listen at first; he loved Scorpius more than anything in the world, but in the end he had to give up.
Scorpius thought that once he was away from his parent's home things would be easier for him, that he could finally wear clothes that weren't hurting him. Somehow he managed to hide his condition, always buying clothes that could hide his secret.
It was during his seventh month that his body couldn't take it anymore and he collapsed in the middle of Diagon Alley whilst trying to complete his hectic Christmas shopping. Normally when something bad happened during his pregnancy he would call his private doctor and he would help him, but since he was in the middle of the street when he collapsed he was quickly rushed to St. Mungo's. Almost just as quickly, word travelled up to his father's office.
As soon as Draco Malfoy heard that his son was sent to St. Mungo's he rushed over there, only to be told to wait until Scorpius woke up. Furthermore, because his son was of legal age they couldn't tell Draco what was wrong with Scorpius without his agreement.
Harry was sitting in his office, filling out the paperwork for his latest arrest when he was interrupted by a small man called Benny Dulop. When Harry saw the smile on his lips he knew he had some juicy gossip. Harry wasn't one of those that enjoyed gossiping, but when Benny came to him he knew it must be something scandalous.
"Have you heard, Draco Malfoy's son is pregnant!" Harry wanted to say that he had known it for months, but he knew it would be a great mistake. Benny sat with Harry for thirty minutes, discussing who the father could be. As long as he wasn't mentioned as a possible father, Harry was happy.
Harry continued to sit in his chair after Benny left, thinking about what he had just heard. Because Scorpius collapsed in public people discovered his secret, so even if Scorpius told the nurses not to tell his father, Draco still would have heard it in the news. And the news was not taken lightly.
The guilt was tearing at his soul but Harry managed to ignore it. If the child really was his he couldn't be held responsible; Scorpius had tricked him into sleeping with him. Whatever happened to Scorpius, it was not his problem. He did not want to be a part of it.
He continued working as normal, trying his best to avoid any thoughts that went to the pregnant Scorpius.
Time passed slowly and before Harry knew it the Christmas holidays were right around the corner. Harry knew his holiday wouldn't be interrupted by an emergency call; he had worked overtime in order to be sure that they didn't have any valid reason to request his presence.
He was finishing the last of his paperwork when Benny once again knocked on his door. Deciding that he needed some gossip before he went home for Christmas he let him in.
"I'm shocked you haven't heard already; guess you're far to occupied with work." Harry wanted to lecture Benny but knew that the man would just ignore him. "Draco Malfoy has disowned his son and kicked him out; they say that he also took all of the money that Scorpius received as a gift from him."
While Benny continued talking about Scorpius and what a shame he'd brought to his family, Harry started to feel guilty. He didn't want to believe the unborn child was his, but deep down he knew it was. But did he really want to get involved with a second life? He loved the freedom he received from his current lifestyle.
"As much as I enjoy seeing the Malfoy family with a big scandal I do feel sorry for the boy," Benny said with a frown.
"How so?"
"The pregnancy has some difficulties, apparently the baby's blood poisons the boy's blood. The mediwithces have to clean out his blood twice a day, as well as the baby's. Not easy cleaning the blood of the baby, since babies are supposed to have fresh blood. But there isn't much he can do since the father is still a mystery. I guess cleaning their blood is a small victory, but everybody knows that it won't last."
"What will happen to them?"
"Well, they will probably have to take the baby early, hoping that it won't be damaged from being born so early, or the blood cleaning." If the disowning part wasn't enough to make Harry regret his actions towards Scorpius then the knowledge of his and the baby's health was the thing that made him feel worse.
He knew as soon as Benny had left that he had to take control of the situation. Draco had apparently decided to refuse helping his son during his most difficult time, but Harry wouldn't let him suffer, even if the baby turned out not to be his.
He knew he couldn't come out to the whole society about what he had done, so it had to be kept a secret. He found Luna and told her his secret; she was a mediwitch and could help him with the medical side of things. The first thing they did was to see if his blood was compatible with the baby's. While it was a medical test Harry thought it was the perfect way to see if he really was the father.
Harry thought he would be prepared for the results which would determine if he was the father, but when he heard that the test confirmed Scorpius' story he still felt shocked.
That was the beginning of a long and boring hour of blood giving. The baby would receive Harry's blood, which also helped Scorpius since he wouldn't have to go through the cleaning treatment four times each day; blood cleaning was exhausting and could slowly destroy the body.
Harry made sure Luna wouldn't tell anybody about his secret, and she would also keep Scorpius unaware as to where the blood came from. If the boy asked then she would say they found a match in the registry.
Harry was about to leave when Luna managed to stop him.
"I know he's not your responsibility, but since you confessed to me I thought I should make you aware of a growing problem. His father paid for his treatment, but that was before he found out the boy's secret. His treatment is paid for for another week, but when this week is over we won't be able to treat him anymore. His father removed him from his health care, and since he doesn't have anymore money we won't be able to do much for him, unless we decide to go against the rules." Harry knew what she was hoping to gain from him, and he also knew that he would eventually give in; he wasn't able to ignore someone who was completely alone in the world.
Scorpius was shocked to find out that they had finally found a blood donor, but whatever the blonde woman told him he knew deep down it was Harry; the first mediwitch told him the only blood they could use was the father's, since blood contained magic.
Christmas came and went, and Scorpius ended up spending it in his hospital bed with a mediwitch cleaning his blood. His family hadn't visited him; they didn't even care enough to send him a Christmas card. Scorpius had never felt more alone than he did during this Christmas.
Harry's emotions were not so dissimilar to Scorpius'. He knew his children had a difficult time with their parents separated, but he thought that they would at least ignore the emotional pain in order to have a nice day with him. As soon as the presents were opened they went into their rooms and stayed there. They didn't have to say a thing in order for Harry to know that their mother had planted lies in their brains. He knew what she could do and knew at once that he didn't have a chance. At least they didn't demand to go back to their mother.
So, even though he was in a house with three other people, those three people being his children, Harry couldn't help but feel immeasurably lonely.
Scorpius tried his best to keep his mood up so that his unborn child wouldn't be affected by him, but when January started he couldn't help feeling like he was completely alone in the world. Luna saw it and knew that the deeper he fell into depression the harder it would be for him when the child finally came. And because none of Scorpius' friends or family wanted to visit she knew she had to ask the only person that had a connection with him, even if it was a small connection.
"Absolutely not!"
"Harry, please, I know you don't want this but I don't see who else is able to help him!" Luna implored. "He will destroy himself and the baby if he continues like this."
"I'm giving away my blood and I'm paying for his medical treatment, I think that's enough."
"Please do it for me, just one visit, he needs company desperately." Harry could continue to refuse, but in the end his better side would win.
"Once and only once," he said after a moment's deliberation, and Luna couldn't help but jump up and down.
Scorpius never thought he would be so happy to hear that he had a visitor, but his happiness disappeared immediately when he realized it was Harry.
"What are you doing here?" he asked coldly. Although he knew Harry was the one who was giving his blood in order to save the baby he still didn't want to be near him.
"I thought you might need some company," Harry said casually, ignoring the annoyed expression on Scorpius' face. "So how are you?"
"Don't pretend like you care."
"I'm not pretending, Malfoy," said Harry quietly. He was finding it difficult to be in the young Malfoy's company without feeling the rage he had towards his father and grandfather. The thing that kept him relaxed was the knowledge of the baby.
"When they told me about the blood poisoning I knew I was in deep trouble," Scorpius said with a sigh. "Especially since they said that the only blood the baby could take was the blood from the other father." Harry continued to stay calm, even though he was angry because Scorpius knew the secret behind the blood. "I know what you think about me so I want to thank you because you're helping me; it can't be easy when you hate me."
When Scorpius was done with his speech, they sat in silence for some minutes before Harry finally broke the silence. "What will you do when the child is born?"
Scorpius turned away, suddenly feeling distraught and lonely. "Before my father found out about the pregnancy I was determined to keep the child, but I don't have any money now so I guess someone has to adopt it." Harry didn't want anything to do with the child but he knew that he didn't want it to grow up with a different family. However, Scorpius wouldn't be able to keep it if he didn't have money.
"So if you have the money you will keep it?" Harry wasn't trying to hide what his plan was, thus Scorpius guessed it immediately.
"No," he said firmly. "I won't accept it, the blood is enough, I don't want you to pity me; especially not after our last encounter."
Harry realized that the words he had previously said to Scorpius must have destroyed more of the boy than he was aware of, but since he couldn't take back his words the least he could do was to try and mend things between them now.
"Malfoy, do you really want to give away your baby?" Both of them knew the answer, but they also knew what Scorpius' answer would be.
"I can't take your money."
"If you want to continue in your father's footsteps, too proud to accept any help, then go ahead, but I will not stand here and watch you give the baby away to some strangers. The baby comes from two powerful families. Do you really want to give it away to a family that won't know how pure his or hers blood is?"
Harry had never cared about family blood when he was younger, but being married to Ginny opened his eyes to a completely different world.
"Of course I don't!" Scorpius shouted, and winced when he felt the strain in his stomach. He lowered his tone. "Is that what you want to hear? I don't have a choice, I can't take money from you, the blood is necessary since we can't survive without it, but I can't take more than that."
"I'm already paying for your medical bills, Malfoy."
"You don't have to do that; I don't need your help."
"You're a fool if you think that you can survive without help from your father or me," Harry stated. "Even without the baby you would still need a lot of money to have an enjoyable life."
"I can live simply," Scorpius countered, determined to win this argument.
"No, you couldn't. From the second you were born you've been given the best in life; you have no idea how it is to live without anything."
"I can work," Scorpius said before he was interrupted by Harry.
Harry found he couldn't take Scorpius' ignorance anymore, so he decided to say something he knew would hurt, just so he would get the silly dreams out of Scorpius' mind. He didn't mind that the boy thought he could do something by himself, it was actually a sign that Scorpius' frame of mind was pretty positive, but - from experience - Harry knew how cruel life could be. Plus, he didn't want his unborn child to grow up with someone else.
"Work isn't easy, Malfoy, unless of course you decide to work as a prostitute, but based on my experience I would say that you'd make more by working as the school caretaker at Hogwarts." He knew Scorpius was hurt, but he couldn't let the boy think that things would be easy only if he got a job, not even his father had it that easy.
"Shut up!" Scorpius cried out while trying to hide the tears that poured out of his eyes. He was shocked he still had tears since he had spent the last week crying every time he was alone.
"No, Malfoy, I won't shut up because you won't listen. Accept my offer, you will be able to keep the child, you will have a house and enough spending money to survive. This child was not planned but if you think that I will deny it then you're wrong." Even if the baby grew up in a family that made him believe they were his parents Harry would still feel like he had abandoned the child. Thinking about the baby now made him realize how unfair he'd acted towards Scorpius.
"No," Scorpius whispered.
"Don't make me angry, Scorpius," Harry cautioned. He didn't realize he had used Scorpius' first name until it was too late, but by then he didn't care any more. "If you decide to give it away then I'll adopt it." That wasn't his first plan, but he refused to let Scorpius win. "And if I should adopt it then believe me, you will never see the child." Suddenly everything had changed; Harry, who was determined not to be involved with either the unborn child's or Scorpius' life, wanted to have them near.
Harry continued to try and change Scorpius' mind, and in the end he succeeded.
It took him two weeks but he was finally happy about how things would end. Scorpius would keep his child and move into a big cottage by the west coast that Harry would provide for him. Harry continued to visit Scorpius in the hospital every other day, to make sure that he wasn't starting to regret their agreement, but also to see him again.
One day when Harry entered Scorpius' room he found the blond sleeping. He was about to leave the room when he decided to take a look at the sleeping boy.
The longer he stared at the sleeping form the harder it was to walk away. In the end the only thing that was going through his mind was how beautiful he was. Harry had seen other people sleeping, but none of them came close to the angelic face in front of him.
Scorpius had inherited most of his looks from his father, but Harry could easily see the differences. His face wasn't as pointy, and his nose was slightly smaller. His eyes weren't the same shape as Draco's and, while it wasn't easy to see, he knew they were more like his mother's. Harry knew that with time his exterior would change and he would look more like his mother.
Harry watched the boy until Scorpius woke up from his nap.
"What are you doing?" Scorpius asked suspiciously.
"I always check on you," Harry answered, hoping Scorpius didn't see how regretful he actually felt. While he watched Scorpius sleep he realized that he had been acting like an ass. He thought he wanted his freedom, but slowly and over time he'd realized he wanted a loving family.
Ginny hadn't provided him with the comfort he needed, and in the end he feared a relationship as much as he feared dying every day during the war.
He adored his kids, but when Harry first moved out of their home they seemed to want nothing to do with him. At first he hadn't understood why, until he overheard Lily and James talk about Ginny's misfortune, and how cruel their father was for leaving her. Harry understood then that Ginny had poisoned their minds with lies and decided that she wouldn't get a single knut from him; that was why he had asked Draco for help.
"Do you have to glare at me like I'm some sort of prey," Scorpius mumbled, and pushed aside the covers before walking over to the tiny bathroom. Harry couldn't help but think back to when Ginny was pregnant; it was a glorious time, before her affairs.
When Scorpius returned Harry was sitting in the chair next to the bed. Since everyone discovered the truth about Scorpius that chair had only felt the warmth from Harry. Nobody dared visit Scorpius; not as long as Draco was still alive.
"How are you feeling today?" Harry asked like he always did, and he received the same sarcastic answer.
"Never felt better." They continued to sit in each other's company until Luna came in to start the blood cleaning for the baby. Luna decided that after Scorpius discovered Harry's identity they could sit in the same room while they cleaned the child's blood, it would be purer that way; or so she'd told them. Reality was that the effect was just as strong whether it was fresh or not; the reason why they were together was that Luna saw the potential in their relationship. She knew Scorpius would have a difficult time with his father, and she knew that Harry suffered greatly from his relationship with Ginny; maybe together they would help each other.