Chapter 3
At this sight, Draco broke into a sprint.
By the time he had reached the dark haired man, Harry had stopped being sick, and had conjured a blanket, which he was lying on.
"HARRY!" Draco called out. He engulfed Harry into an embrace.
"Harry, are you OK? I saw you getting sick and I got here as soon as I could. Please tell me you're OK." He received a small nod in return. He picked up the other man with ease; Harry being very frail.
Carrying the Gryffindor to the tent, Draco sat him gently down and ran to grab his wand. He then apparated them to the cottage, and ran to call Narcissa.
"MUM!" Draco called as he stuck his head in the roaring green fire.
"Draco, is that you? Why aren't you with Harry dear?" Narcissa replied in her velvet voice as she came into view.
"Mum, Harry was sick this morning, and then twice afterwards. I've given him a stomach relaxing and dreamless sleep potion, but they won't last very long. What do I do?" The young man asked panicked.
"Dragon, love calm down. Now lets think this situation through. You said he was sick thrice this morning. Any before that?" Draco shook his head hurriedly. Narcissa continued.
"Are you sure?" The Slytherin thought for a minute, and then spoke.
"Well," he said hesitating. "He was sick the morning before last. I just thought it was a bug; something that would pass, until he was sick again the next morning, and then this one." He finished.
"Well, let me see." Draco could hear his mum rustling papers in the old manor library. He soon smelt the familiar scent of an ancient leather cover being opened for the first time in a hundred years. Narcissa was soon back in view with a book in hand; opened to the median.
"Hmm, can I ask you a few personal questions? About Harry that is." She asked patiently.
"I suppose so." Draco finally answered, after a long moment of silence.
"First, Harry is a Half-Blood, correct?" The man nodded.
"With a Muggle-Born Mother, and a Pureblood father?"
"Yes, a very ancient Pure-Blood line was broken when Harry came into the world."
"Yes, I remember. The press had a field day that rivaled your and Harry's coming out with that one.
"On with the questions then. Harry was the Potter's first-born, and only child?"
"Yes."
"Did you and he participate in sexual intercourse before the wedding? So help me Draco I am your mother, and I know what goes on between two people who love each other as much as You and Harry. Do not try to shy away from this question." She spoke. The latter said to Draco's pained expression.
"Mother." Draco whined.
"No. Answer me." When he refused, she glared at him, and said, "NOW Draco Lucius Malfoy."
"Yes. We had sex two weeks before the wedding." Draco mumbled.
"Dragon. The facts are all here. Your Harry is pregnant." With that, Draco Malfoy fainted for the first time in his 21 years.
