Draco was hyperventilating, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't see, he couldn't think, nothing all he could do was panic and think of all the one thousand scenarios in which things could go horribly wrong for him and for the baby. What would happen when the baby is born? What will happen when the Dark Lord finds out it is Harry Potter's child? So many things could fail terribly by this baby growing inside Draco. The worst part was Draco already loved the little fucker, he had contemplated the possibility of aborting and uncomplicate his life before it got to complicated to actually be life, but he immediately discarded it.
God his life was a big fucking mess.
"Draco, baby!" Narcissa called forcefully that being evidently not the first time she had called for her son. "Calm down, we are in a safe place, all we need to do is stay here until the war is over." She said soothingly.
Draco evaluated that option, staying here implied he would never tell them the potential weapon he carried inside of him; he had heard of cases where unborn children performed wandless magic, but none as powerful as his. It was one thing to make some attackers collapse, and another to disapparate to a deserted island with untraceable wards and a dillusionment charm.
Something had clicked in Draco's mind, a phrase he had heard from Hermione as she read the day before as she had the habit of mumbling as she read; 'but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not, what power could that ever be?' he remembered wondering what power Harry could posses that the Dark Lord could not know of, but with the possibility of that power being the baby that grew inside of Draco was unnerving to say to say the least.
"I…" Draco hesitated, would him and his baby be safe with the Order? Not entirely, but would they be alive in a world where Voldemort rules? Most definitely not. There was no other way but to fight for a future where his child could live at peace. "I don't think that's the best option mother, you have seen what my baby is capable of, I think…I think he is important to win this war."
Narcissa looked at her son with sad but understanding eyes. "I see, my dragon, I just ask for you to be careful." She said, but he could hear a plead for him not to die hidden in that sentence.
"Yes, mother," He smiled warmly at her and hugged his mother. "I love you."
"I love you too, my dragon."
Draco didn't know how to control this new power, thus when the time came to get back to London, he was uncertain of how exactly he was to achieve something he had only done when his life was in danger. Draco willed himself to return to London, somewhere relatively safe, and closed his eyes. He no longer felt the breeze of the beach but heard the cracking of fire.
"What a surprise to see you here Mr. Malfoy." Said the voice of the headmaster, which made Draco open his eyes and gape at Dumbledore. "What an extraordinary show of wandless magic."
"Yes, you see…" he hesitated to find the best way to tell the headmaster Draco had had sex with the chosen one and now he was impregnated with his child. "…It's not my wandless magic, I…I am with child."
"Oh?" The Headmaster said not impressed as he continued to sip on his tea. "My congratulations, a child is a needed joy at dark times like these."
Draco chuckled nervously, was it better to say it at once? Fast and easy. "It's Harry Potter's child." That got Dumbledore choking.
"I see…" Dumbledore said once he was able to recover from the shock.
Figuring the worst part was over, Draco sat on one of the chairs parallel to the headmaster. "And I think this has to do with the prophecy, 'a power the Dark Lord knows not'? You just saw me apparate from an island I, well my child, brought my mother and I when we were in endangered." The headmaster payed attention to the boy in front of him with great curiosity. "This island was dellusioned and protected from the tracking of my mother's mark and anyone else who could want to enter, I don't think I have ever heard of wandless magic from an unborn child so strong." Draco continued to rant.
"What you are telling me is very interesting indeed." Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkled. "I think you are right, my boy, this child you are carrying might be the key to defeating Voldemort." Draco smiled at him slightly. "This only leaves us with how we are to tell Harry of this new development." Draco's smile disappeared. "Don't worry Mr. Malfoy, I too think we should not tell Harry of this, he could react too strongly and do things he might regret."
Draco frowned, yes, he was anxious of Harry's reaction, but that didn't mean he feared he would do something as drastic as the headmaster was implying. Hermione had ranted on how Harry absolutely hated not being told important information, but then again why should he care. Besides if the Golden Trio knew of his condition, they would be more compelled to protect him.
"I don't think that is the best idea, if he knew about this, he would be even more determined to defeat the Dark Lord." Draco said.
"Very well, if that is what feel is what is needed." Dumbledore said but Draco could tell he was upset by his decision. "Let us go back to headquarters and tell them the good news."
Draco followed the older man to the fireplace; Dumbledore was the first to say the name of the building as if to remember the boy what to say. Draco followed shortly after only barely catching the frantic conversation the headmaster was having his other three students.
"...Professor don't listen to that!" Hermione cried. "He wouldn't have left without his wand, he was kidnapped!" It did warm Draco's heart to hear that Hermione had come to care for him to the point of defending him and seeing the clues that he hadn't abandoned them or tried to escape.
"He—" Started Weasley, but stopped when he saw Draco had flooed in.
"Thank you, Hermione, for not being as dumb as your boyfriend and seeing I had not in fact betrayed you." Draco said smiling smugly at Weasley.
"Yet." Grumbled Weasley, and Draco glared at him.
"That is what we wished to talk about." Dumbledore said. "However, this is a private matter that only concerns Harry."
"Whatever you have to say to Harry you can tell us." Weasley said, and Draco cringed at the thought of the Weasel knowing about his sex life.
"Ron, I think we should do as Professor Dumbledore says, Harry can tell us later." She said as she pushed her boyfriend with her. Just before they got out of view, she winked at Draco knowingly, and Draco may or may not have blushed at that.
"Harry," The headmaster said also seemingly gathering his thoughts on how to tell Harry of the situation. "Mr. Malfoy has discovered new information that might be instrumental in our battle against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."
"Really?" Harry said with hopefulness.
"Yes." The Headmaster assures. "Mr. Malfoy here is pregnant."
Harry's eyes widened. "Wizards can get pregnant?"
Draco grimaced.
"Yes, only if the two fathers are extremely powerful, Harry." Dumbledore said. "And it happens to be your child he carries." He said, Draco closed his eyes and waited for the outburst. There was silence, which only heightened the panic spreading through gut.
"...What?" Harry said softly.
"Draco is pregnant with your child." Dumbledore said slowly as if trying his best for Harry to remain as calm as possible.
"And why would this be important to battle Vold— him?" Harry asked almost angry.
"Well, it would seem that now that Draco is with child, he is able to perform extraordinary feats in magic." Dumbledore said and Harry narrowed his eyes.
"Is Draco the one doing the magic, or is it my child?" Harry demanded, his tone rising. Draco was still very surprised that Harry's first reaction was not to doubt or be mad at Draco for some bullshit.
Dumbledore pursed his lips. "It does seem that your child is responsible of such magic."
"My child will not have to suffer like I have, they deserve to make their own choices." Harry said fervently. "We will not force them to fight in this war, we can't, and we won't."
"Harry, that is more of a reason to use this power they have and win this war so they can have the peaceful future you did not." Dumbledore said, trying to make Harry reconsider his options. Harry stayed silent as he considered what the Professor had said. "We believe this is part of the prophecy, we think 'a power the Dark Lord knows not' is a reference to the power of this child, not love as we previously thought."
Harry stared. "How do you even know it's mine."
Draco rolled his eyes and thought 'apart from the fact that I haven't slept with anyone else?' but knew that if he said that he wouldn't be believed. "We can do lineage spell if you want to." He said avoiding the other boy's eyes.
Harry nodded.
"Very well." The eldest man said. "Mr. Malfoy this might feel uncomfortable, you will have to forgive me for t-"
"Just get it over with." Draco burst out, suddenly feeling angry, at what, he didn't know but he wasn't about to apologize.
"Paterna revelum." With a flick of the elder wand directed at Draco's navel a white light traveled to the unborn baby circling the pregnant man and coursing through to Harry where it repeated its previous movements and encircled the chosen one and changed its color to a light blue before slowly fading. "There is no doubt, Harry, it is yours." The headmaster said.
"…So, I am going to be a father." Harry said in a dazed state.
"Yes, my boy."
"And he is going to have to fight against Vol- him too."
"Unfortunately, yes." Dumbledore confirmed.
"…I'm sorry…I need some time to think." Harry said with a thick voice and bolted to the stairs.
Draco stared as Harry disappeared up the stairs and into a dark hall with barely hidden disappointment.
"Do not worry, he is not upset about you," Dumbledore said. "it is hard for him to know his child will have to carry the same burden as him, it is not what he wants for his family."
Draco may never admit anything, but those words made him feel better and…hopeful, for what? He didn't know, but he had to focus on maintaining his face neutral so the old man couldn't see his moment of weakness. The blonde didn't answer the headmaster.
"Well," Said the Professor after a few moments of silence. "I'd better get going." He stated, as he walked to the fireplace, and as he stood there with Draco watching him in silence Dumbledore said. "give him some time, he will come around."
When he disappeared, Draco had the sudden urge to vomit, so he bolted to the bathroom and miserable for a couple of minutes before he decided to bury his…whatever he was feeling in book, like he did back at the manor. When he entered the library, he saw Hermione was already there reading one of the many books in the house about dark magic.
"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked not taking her gaze away from what she was reading. Part of Draco wanted to just spill everything that had happened in the last 24 hours, but the other part of him wanted to scream at her to fuck off. Apparently the first part won, as it did thee days where he couldn't fucking control his emotions, a sob made Hermione look up from her book and pose concerned brown eyes over the crying boy in front of her.
"I can't go through half a day without puking my guts out." Draco said frustrated. "Just found out I'm bloody pregnant and had to safe my mother from being murdered by Death Eaters," The words just kept spilling out of his mouth along with tears and more frustration. "And I can't c-control my emotions." He could barely choke out over the knot in his throat.
Hermione wanted to refrain from asking the bajillion invasive and inappropriate questions, because she didn't think that interrogating an exhausted and crying pregnant man was going to be of any real use, and because she knew said boy was not in the mood for that.
But she really, really couldn't help it.
"You are pregnant?" She asked, instantly connecting the missing dots, she had suspected something like this, but she had calculated a fifty-fifty chance of being wrong.
"Yes!" Draco drawled frustratedly as he flopped to the couch beside her. "And it's bloody Potter's! So of course, that would mean that they are part of the fucking prophecy and have a 'power the Dark Lord knows not', cause' my life is a fucking joke." He said as he sobbed miserably.
"I'm sorry for ever thinking you had it easy." Hermione said in the most soothingly way possible…for her.
Draco snorted. "Don't worry, I probably deserve it."
"How did Harry react?" Hermione asked nervously.
"Oh, it was fucking hilarious, he was all 'They will not suffer like I have.', 'How do you know it's mine?', 'I need some time to think!' as if he was the one pregnant." Draco laughed wetly.
Hermione gave him a sympathetic smile. "At least you can ask for child support?" She joked but regretted it as soon as she said it.
Draco looked at her dead in the eye, his own red from crying and then he laughed, harder than he has in a while, Hermione joined soon after.
Dinner was going to be fucking awkward.
God I fucking hate how this chapter turned out, you can tell I didn't know what I wanted to do by the end, like I wanted Hermione and Draco's friendship to progress, but also I wanted to show pregnant Draco, but also develop the Drarry good stuff, but I failed at all three. Sooooorry!