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Three Months Later

Harry was walking through muggle London when he heard the sound of yelling coming from a nearby alley. The voices were distorted, though, so he couldn't make out what was being said.

He hurried towards the sound, sending angry glares at all the people who just ignored it, which was everyone. It only took a few seconds to reach the two figures that were wrestling on the ground.

"Get off of me!" One of them yelled his voice very familiar to Harry. An image of an arrogant blonde Slytherin flashed through Harry's mind before he rushed forward and separated the two, holding them both apart by the hair.

Harry looked at them closely, and then his gaze settled on one of them. "What the hell is going on, Malfoy?" He asked the blonde.

Draco looked at him in shock, which quickly turned to one of hatred. "What does it look like, Potter? It's obvious that we're long lost lovers who have finally been reunited after years of separation," he said sarcastically.

"Oh, in that case, I'll let you get back to business." He let go of them. Immediately the guy who had attacked Draco ran away.

Draco stood up and brushed his clothes off as best as he could. It was then that Harry noticed a difference between the teenager Draco and the man standing in front of him. The Draco at Hogwarts had always looked his best, had never let a speck of dust on his clothes, and had always stood tall. Now his clothes had dirt and stains and even a few holes could be seen. Dirt showed clearly on his face and there were dark circles under his eyes, and there was also a slight slump to his figure, as if he now carried a weight on his shoulders.

"What happened to you, Malfoy?" Harry asked quietly.

Draco glanced at him. "Don't you read the Daily Prophet? It's all in there."

"I haven't had the time. I've been busy trying to keep peace since the war."

"Oh. Since it's public knowledge anyway, and you'll probably dig up every paper until you find the right one, I guess I might as well tell you. My parents had another son. About three months ago, I was raped," an involuntary shiver ran through him at the memory. "I got knocked up and was kicked out."

"Wait, you're pregnant? But you're a guy."

"Thanks for stating the obvious. Yes, I'm pregnant. Though it's extremely rare, wizards can become pregnant, as long as the other parent is also a wizard. Not many people know that since it's so rare. I only learned about it when I went to Mungos to get examined when the morning sickness came."

Harry was silent for a moment, and then said, "So you've been living on the streets all this time?"

"Pretty much. I've been able to get odd jobs in both the muggle and wizarding worlds for food, but it's not enough for a place to stay."

Harry didn't speak, his mind was working in overloud. Knocked up, kicked out, and living on the streets? What kind of parent would do that to their kid...Why was he still living with his parents anyway? Damn it, I can't just leave him here in his condition. I'd hat to have to be responsible for him, but I can't let him and the baby die from starvation or be frozen to death once winter comes. Finally, he spoke. "Come on, you're coming home with me until you get a steady job, a place to stay, and a way to care for your baby...if you're keeping it."

Draco looked like he was about to argue, but didn't. He followed Harry a couple of blacks until they reached the Leaky Cauldron.

"Is there anything besides clothes that you need?" Harry asked.

"I'm not going anywhere dressed like this."

"I know. We have to ho through floo to get to my place since there are wards that stop apperating. You can bath and borrow some of my clothes until we get some for you."

His nose winkled, but he didn't object. "I'll need a new wand since Lucius snapped mine."

Harry looked at him in shock, but didn't say anything. They went inside and flooed to Harry's.

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Draco had just taken a long shower and gotten dressed when he made his way through the house, looking for Harry. After a few minutes, he heard voices behind the door that lead to the kitchen.

"Malfoy?" Someone yelled, clearly male. "You're letting Malfoy stay here!"

"Calm down, Ron," this was a woman, her voice soft and quiet.

"I don't have to, Hermione!" Ron yelled again. "How do we know that that slimy git won't murder him in his sleep!"

"I doubt he hates me that much," this time it was Harry who spoke. "It's not like we ever tried to kill each other in school. We only wanted to do painful, yet temporary, things to each other."

"Maybe only you wanted to do temporary harm, Harry, but we'll never now what's going on in Malfoy's head," Ron said.

"I agree with Harry," Hermione said.

"You would," his tone was hard. "You had always preferred to be with anyone except me."

"Ron!" Hermione sounded close to tears. "I had though you'd understand by now."

"I understand. You were just using me."

Draco decided to make his presence known. "Using you?" he asked as he opened the door and walked in. "For what? It couldn't have been for your looks."

The three looked at him. Ron visibly stiffened; Hermione tried to look normal, though it was clear that she was uncomfortable and didn't know what to expect from him; Harry, however, gave him a small smile, trying to make him feel welcomed.

"You looked much better. Dinner's almost ready, go ahead and sit down."

Draco nodded and sat down next to Hermione, much to their surprise. "Granger, I'm only going to say this once, so listen. I'm sorry for all the times I called you a mudblood and was mean to you because you're muggle born. Personally, I don't have anything against you or any muggle borns. I had to act like a foul loathsome evil little coach roach because of my father. I hope you forgive me."

After getting over the surprise of him apologizing, Hermione blushed at the words she had used to insult him back in third year. Slowly, she nodded and Draco turned to Ron. "Weasly, I'm only going to say this once, so listen." Ron clearly expected an apology at those words. "I had every attention of apologizing to you too when I found out you were here. However, I've thought better of doing that to someone who is as much of a git that I was in school and who can't get it past his thick skull that whatever Granger did to you couldn't have been too bad and you can't forgive her and expect her to crawl to you begging your forgiveness." Ron looked as though he was about to curse Draco, who had turned to Harry. "I can't apologize to you, Potter, since I just don't like you."

"Back at you."

"I will say, though," he clanked at Ron with a smirk, "That I won't murder you in your sleep." Ron's face rivaled his hair, though whether in embarrassment or anger, it wasn't clear.

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I hope you enjoyed it. I got quite a few reviews saying that men can't get pregnant, no matter what. I know that. But in this fic, wizards can. If you don't like that, then don't read the story. And I also got a flame from someone and would like to advise anyone that if you think a summery is stupid, then do not read the story. I don't appreciate flames, but I do accept polite criticism. I go around for days on end yelling at people if I get a flame that doesn't even say why they don't like the story. Well, if you liked it review, and if you have anything to complain about, BE NICE AND GIVE A FREAKEN REASON!

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