Warning: MPreg. I usually don't like this kind of thing myself, but I am a true believer of the headcannon that both wizards and witches can get pregnant because, you know, magic.

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Harry sighed softly as he sat in the infirmary, once again, due to having stepped in to help Blaise and Ron protect Neville from a bunch of bullies from Slytherin.

He, of course, had been hit by a boatload of stinging hexes, because why not hospitalize the Boy Who Lived once more?

What else is new?

You'd think that witches and wizards these days would rather jump in front of him than allow him to get the brunt of the attacks, but nope. Now that Voldemort was dead, nobody really cared whether or not he lived on, at least nobody other than the professors and a handful of people, like his friends and the Weasley family. Heck, even Mrs. Longbottom, Neville's grandmother, cares enough for him to keep him safe from bullies and baddies.

But, alas, you can't always win in the end.

Harry counted the seconds until Draco showed up, followed by an apologetic Ron, an embarrassed Neville, and an angry Blaise, who's anger seemed to match the anger that was evident upon Draco's features.

"You should've worked harder to keep them all safe!" Draco snapped at his best friend, the harshness of his voice causing all but Blaise and Harry to flinch.

"Well, sorry, but I was trying my damned hardest to knock out and immobilize the threats!" Blaise countered, glaring at his friend with furious brown eyes.

"Uh, I could've handled them on my own-" Neville began, only to have Draco turn on him, the sudden movement causing the boy to stop talking altogether.

"Exactly! Yet did you? I don't think so!"

"Neville is going through a serious predicament right now!" Blaise snapped back in reply, shoving Draco to the ground.

Ron, meanwhile, came over to Harry's bedside and sat down at his feet.

"Wish I had popcorn." he mumbled, causing Harry to laugh quietly.

"Oh? And what would that freaking be, Zabini?" Draco climbed to his feet, moving in to pummel his friend, and would've, if Neville had'nt said those two, very important words that shattered his anger and caused Ron to topple off the bed.

"I'm pregnant."

(I should just leave it here... Nah. I'm not completely heartless.)

"Your what?" Ron cried, climbing to his feet and staring at the boy in shock. "What... How?"

"Ooohh. Blaise and Neville had sex!" Harry exclaimed, wiggling his eyebrows.

Draco rolled his eyes, "It's wizarding 101, Ronald. We all learn it in year four to six, but I guess you were too busy fawning over Hermione and sleeping to notice."

Ron's ears went aflame, and he probably would've snapped at the Slytherin if Harry hadn't interrupted.

"Draco, I'm sorry."

Now that sent Draco reeling. "Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry for getting hospitalized again." Harry replied, giving his boyfriend a small, pathetic half smile.

"You bet your arse you should be bloody sorry! Seriously Harry, how can you be so danger prone? Three times in the last month, you git!"

"I love you?" Harry supplied, though it came out as more of a question than a statement.

"I love you too, you idiot." Draco replied, sending Ron to the ground once again by pushing him back off the bed so he could sit down.

"Hey-!"

"Shush, Ronald." Neville mumbled, helping the boy to his feet and dragging him towards the door, Blaise following closely behind. "Let them have their time."

"Fine, but you owe me a load of chocolate frogs."

"Deal."

{La Fin}

~Ashton Lanteigne