Title: It Can't Be
Narrated: TorringMay

Typed by: Sorringmay
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13 / Teen

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Warning: This story contains slash and Mpreg. It is not written to any particular cannon.

Summary: A fight between the boys leaves Draco with a rather unique condition and Harry trying to deal with the responsibility of causing it.

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Chapter 2

The blond boy lifted his arm up ever so slightly so that he could look at the nurse standing next to his bed. "Excuse me Madame Pomfrey, but it sounded like you just said I was pregnant."

"That is exactly what I just said," replied the nurse as she crossed her arms tapping her wand against her shoulder.

Draco sat up swinging his legs over the side of the bed, ignoring the turning sensation in his stomach. "In case it has escaped your notice, I happen to male, a boy, a guy, opposite sex of those that give birth."

"That was why I was inquiring as to whether or not you had veela blood in you Mr. Malfoy."

The Slytherin gave her a harsh glare. "I. Am. Not. A. Veela." He waited several moments allowing the knowledge of what he once again told the nurse to sink in. "And unless something drastic has changed overnight, males can not bear children, even in the wizard world."

The nurse glared back at him before stepping towards her office. "I think it would be best if we called your head of house."

"Yes lets do," Draco snapped as he laid back down, nestling his head in the pillow. "He won't take any of this nonsense. "

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Harry tapped the end of his quill against his chin, not even attempting to pay attention to he goings on of the potion class. His attention was focused on the empty seat that a certain Slytherin usually occupied. Today however it was empty.

Ever since the day of their fight and subsequent…he wasn't sure what to call it. From what he had been told it was far too passionate to be a simple shag, but love making wasn't accurate either.

He had been in a foul mood that day, Snape having brought up Sirius' death, so when the Slytherin had suddenly grabbed him all Harry could think to do was react. Oh and how he had reacted. He was surprised after it was over that he did not regret what had happened with the Slytherin Prince.

At first he was sure he had been under the effects of some kind of magic. He had convinced Hermione to check him to make sure Malfoy had not cast anything on him to make him behave the way he had, but she had said he was curse and hex free.

After that, he had then hunted down Ginny Weasley and snogged her breathless, something he had wanted to do for over a month. Afterwards, besides getting slapped, he realized that it just wasn't the same. Ginny had felt fragile and … squishy. Malfoy though had felt firm and tone despite being slightly smaller than Harry himself.

Harry had spent the rest of that night contemplating his sexuality. There was the disastrous relationship, date, what ever you wanted to call it, with Cho. Then what he felt for Ginny, which wasn't what he thought it was. There were a number of guys who thought Pansy Parkinson was cute, but if Ginny was fragile, he didn't want to think of what the smaller Slytherin girl would be like.

Harry had then switched to the guys, starting with his dorm mates. Disgust and revolution were the only feeling he could drudge up when he thought of them sexually. He thought of several of the guys the girls all cooed over but again his stomach had turned.

Then he had turned his mind to the Slytherin he had just given his virginity to…and ended up taking an extremely cold shower. After that he figured there was nothing else to it, he had a thing for Malfoy. What is was however he found he could not explore since Malfoy had not shown up for class the next day. Malfoy had managed to disappear for five days, only to show up briefly to class before going missing for three more.

The only thing Harry could conclude was that Malfoy did regret their brief liaison. This conclusion was only strengthened by the fact that not only was Malfoy ignoring him, but he wasn't even responding when Ron baited him into a fight.

The door to the classroom burst open, making Harry drop his quill as he looked up at the seventh year Ravenclaw who had entered. Snape stormed across the room in his typical fashion grabbing the note from the boys hand before sending him scurrying away like a rat running from a snake.

No emotion crossed the professor's face, but when he barked that they were dismissed from class to sturdy their potion further in the library, Harry knew something was wrong. His suspensions only increased when the professor swooped out of the class before any of his students had even finished packing their belongings.

As he packed his bags Harry's attention was once again drawn to Malfoy's empty seat.

"Harry wait," Hermione said quietly as the rest of the students filed out of class. "Let them get a bit ahead of us."

When they had finally decided it would be safe to talk with out being overheard, Ron, Hermione and Harry started towards the library.

"Think this has something to do with you-know-who?" Ron asked.

"Of course it dose Ron," Hermione snapped. "What else would have drawn Snape away during the middle of class like that?"

Harry's mind immediately went to the missing Slytherin, but he held his tongue. There was no reason to make either of his friends suspicious, especially if nothing else was going to come of it. Besides Harry didn't think Ron would be able to keep from teasing Malfoy about it, and even if it was only a one time thing between them, for Harry it was something special and he didn't want that ruined by petty rivalry.

"What do you think Harry?"

"Huh?" Harry looked over at Ron, apparently missing a question asked of him.

"I asked you what you thought – " Ron's comment was cut off as a tall blonde woman past them, to intent on where she was going to notice them.

"That was..." Ron faltered as he watched the woman's retreating back.

"Malfoy's mum." Harry finished, his heart pounding widely. If Malfoy's mom was here then something had to be really wrong with the Slytherin. Looking around the hall to make sure know one was watching them, Harry pulled out a length of silvery material from his bag.

"Harry," Hermione snapped, "what do you think your doing?"

"Finding out what is going on," he said equally snappish, his concern for the blond overriding everything else.

"No your not." Hermione placed her sternest look on as she placed her hands on her hips.

"Yes Hermione I am." With that Harry tossed the cape over himself.

"Oi Harry, wait up." Ron shrugged once to Hermione before slipping under the invisibility cloak with Harry.

Quietly the two boys followed the path taken by Mrs. Malfoy noticing rather quickly that they were heading to the hospital wing.

"Wonder what Malfoy has gotten himself up to now?" Ron inquired, but Harry didn't respond, to many possibilities spinning through his mind regarding 'his' Slytherin.

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"As I told your son Mrs. Malfoy, I am not trying to insult your family; I just am trying to understand how this is possible. Veela are the only race I know of that can have this condition."

"There is no veela in my son Madame." Mrs. Malfoy's voice was still cool as she addressed the nurse.

"Be that as it may, the situation remains the same."

The blonde woman looked over her son, taking in the slight sick pallor of his skin. "And just what is my son's condition?"

The nurse looked from Draco, to his head of house who was scowling deeply then back to the mother. "Your son ma'am is with child."

Narcissia Malfoy stared at the other woman for several minutes before turning her eyes onto her child. "That's not possible," she said in a terrified whisper.

"I assure you Narcissia, it is possible," Snape said looking down his hooked nose at his godson in disdain.

"In case you all have forgotten," Draco screeched, "I! AM! MALE!" He glared at the three people in front of him not believing they could be saying this about him. "There is no way I can get pregnant."

Narcissia however ignored her son's outburst turning to their family friend. "You are certain Severus?"

"I ran scans myself." There was a distinct huff from the nurse at this comment. "He is most certainly with child."

"That's not possible," Draco continued to yell, tears of frustration starting to form in his eyes.

Narcissia cupped her son's face in her hands wiping away the tears. "Darling, have you been with a boy," she whispered softly. She watched more tears fill his eyes, as he begun chewing on his lower lip nervously. "Oh Draco," She pulled him to her hugging him close. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"I didn't know," he whispered back, "It just…happened."

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Unbeknownst to those inside, two boys remained hidden right outside the slightly open door, both staring wide eyed through the small crack.

"Blimey," Ron whispered. "Never would of guess Malfoy would let anyone bugger him, he's to stuck up of a git, but pregnant?"

Next to him Harry was having a hard time staying on his feet. His knees felt obscenely wobbly, his heart beat erratically in his chest as his head spun dizzily around one phrase. 'Malfoy was pregnant.'

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Loathed though she was to break the moment between mother and son, Madame Pomfrey interrupted. "Mrs. Malfoy, might you know how this has happened?

"I got buggered you barmy old bat," Draco snapped at her.

"Obviously Mr. Malfoy, however I need to know what type of hermaphroditic blood you have."

"There is no – " Draco begun but was cut off by his mother's soft reply

"Cambion. He has cambion blood in him"

The nurse hummed softly as she once again crossed her arms, tapping the wand to her shoulder. "I have never dealt with their kind, but being they are part Incubi that would make sense."

"Mother," Draco looked at her as if betrayed, "your implying that we aren't pure blood."

"The Malfoy's aren't," she replied calmly carding fingers through his pale hair.

"That is ridiculous," he snapped pushing away from her. "The Malfoy's can trace their lineage back over Twenty generations, and – "

"Exactly Draco. Have you never wondered why your father didn't make you learn all twenty-six generations and stopped you at twenty-two?"

Staring at his mother for several long moments Draco finally shook his head. "Because I would find things I was better not knowing."

"A fat lot of good that did," snarled the potions professor, "If you had been told you may have been able to avoid this situation…or at least taken precautions."

Placing the palms of his hands against his eyes, the young Slytherin sat there taking everything in. "So I'm really pregnant?"

"Yes Mr. Malfoy," Snape said evenly.

"And I'm actually going to have a baby?"

"That is usually what pregnancy leads to," the professor drawled noticing the hands lift enough to give him a dirty look.

"And this is because I have hermaphroditic blood?"

"Again already stated and obvious." Draco completely lowered his hands to give his godfather the full impact of his glare. "It is not my fault you keep repeating what has already been said."

"So how is it …" the blond waved his hand in the air "happening?"

"Well," Pomfrey said drawing the teen's attention back to her. "No one is a hundred percent sure, but theoretically the body is triggered by the act of - "

"Yes we know that took place," Draco snapped pinked cheeked.

"Once your body was triggered that a change was needed began making those changes." The nurse continued a dreamy look on her face. "After the changes are made the body is then ready to conceive a child much as with a woman."

"Wait, wait, wait," the teen said looking confused, "What do you mean after, like in you would have to have sex again?"

"Yes Mr. Malfoy, that would be correct."

"But Potter and I only did it once."

Immediately after the words left his mouth, Draco slapped his hands over the betraying appendage as if he could keep them from escaping. There was silence as his eyes darted to the three other individuals in the room.

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Outside the hospital ward, still draped in the invisibility cloak, the dark haired boy's legs finally gave out as he sunk slowly to the floor not even registering the gob smacked look on his best friends face.

"Harry?" Ron's whisper was half horrified and half concerned as he watched the other Gryffindor pull his knees to his chest resting his forehead against them. "Harry why? How?"

"I don't know Ron?" came the soft muffled voice, "It just kind of happened." Looking up green eyes pleaded for understanding.

Ron sank down next to him, making sure they were still covered under the cloak. "Not going to say I understand mate, because I don't, but…" The Red head sat there silent for several moments. As Harry looked over at his best friend he could see from his expression that Ron was battling with himself. "Harry, I really don't like…I mean its Malfoy and all…but, I'm here for you."

Harry gave the best imitation of a smile he could under the circumstances, aware that the volume of noise on the other side of the door had greatly intensified.

"Thanks mate, though I'm not sure what I'm going to do."

Ron looked at him frowning. "What do you mean you don't know what you're going to do? Harry, you and Malfoy need to get bonded."

"Bonded?"

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"Well that definitely is a difference from the veela." Madame Pomfrey said regaining from the shock of the statement first. "I think it would be best now if we called the headmas – "

"Potter! As in Harry Potter!" roared the potions professor.

"Draco please tell me you were not that careless," his mother said "Tell me you did not sleep with that boy," Narcissia's voice was rising with her hysteria, "Tell me you didn't with, with – "

"Potter Draco?! What were you thinking," his godfather continued to roar, "Never mind, you obviously weren't, I mean how could you have been?"

"That will be enough Severus." All heads turned towards the aged wizard who approached from the MediWitch's office. "Poppy, perhaps a calming draught for Mrs. Malfoy, I believe it might be helpful under the circumstances."

"Headmaster," Snape started the second the nurse went to fulfill the request, "I do believe that under the circumstances Potter should be suspended if not expelled."

"And what would you have me do to young Mr. Malfoy then Severus?" The headmaster asked as his piercing blue eyes leveled with the potions professor.

"Mr. Malfoy is obviously just the victim here." His words were halted as the headmaster held up a hand towards the professor. Instead he turned to the young man in question. Draco refused to look up however, as he worried his lower lip between his teeth.

"It would seem more likely Severus, that Mr. Malfoy, like Mr. Potter were victims to nothing more than five years of intense emotions for one another. What becomes of that from here however…?" The headmaster just inclined his head to the side looking at the young Slytherin curiously.

"Potter want ever want anything to do with the child." The statement sound so dejected it had even the Head of Slytherin cocked an eyebrow to it.

"Well Mr. Malfoy, there is only one ay to know if that is true." The headmaster waited as silver eyes lifted to meet his. "We would need to ask him." With that the aged wizard tuned and strode to the door opening it. "A Harry, glad you could make it so quickly. Please do come in.

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TorringMay: Poor Draco…or is it Poor Harry….hmmm...Maybe Poor Ron, what a bombshell to get dropped on you, course once Hermione finds out the library will no longer be safe.

SorringMay: Hope you like how it's going so far, we had fun talking about how it was possible for Draco to become pregnant. More explanations on the way, plus some surprises…I hope. Torring's mind is more twisted than a corkscrew sometimes .