Warnings: See Chapter 1.


Not Another Drarry Fic!
Chapter 3: Because Everyone Likes MPregs
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Harry stretched out on the couch Draco had insisted on buying. He couldn't believe they had been dating for two months and Draco had been living with him for a week. He made Grimmauld Place look so much brighter.

Yes, Harry had decided to move into Grimmauld Place, despite the memories that plagued the location. Sure the first year he had lived there he had nightmares every night, but he was quite used to that after all. And he had Kreacher to keep him company, even if he had been sent away earlier, he came back without protest. It seemed even ornery house elves could have a change of heart. Together they had been able to pry the portrait of the Black Matriarch off the wall, even though no one before them had managed it. Kreacher had promised the portrait had been burned, and in spite of his past transgressions, Harry believed him.

The place had been dreary when Draco moved in, but he had quickly set to work redecorating. Now the place felt light and airy and smelled faintly of roses.

Harry was broken out of his reverie as Draco walked in.

The blond looked at him with adoration and made Harry's insides squirm. "What are you thinking about, my love?" Yes, Draco Malfoy used pet names because, gosh darn it, this is my story!

"Draco, I want to start a family with you!" Harry said lovingly, as he leaned up from the couch.

Draco beamed at Harry, glad to be with the one he loved more than anyone in the world. To hear that Harry wanted to have a family with him made his heart soar. Quickly the smile turned into a frown. "Harry, we can't have kids. We're both male."

Harry's bright eyes lost their spark. He moped before another thought occurred to him. "I'll get a sex change! That way I can bear your children!"

Draco looked at Harry incredulously. "Are you daft?" he asked seriously.

Harry bit his lip nervously, wondering why Draco was suddenly acting so strange. Actually, if he thought about it, Draco had always been like that and these last couple of months together had brought out a completely different Draco. But Harry didn't see it that way and he was hurt that Draco would speak so sharply.

"When you get a sex change they change the outward appearance of your genitalia. You don't suddenly grow a womb. So you couldn't bear my children."

Harry frowned at his boyfriend. "How do you know that?"

Draco blushed. "I read it in some sociology book."

Harry sighed. "Well, isn't there some potion I can take? Or maybe there's a spell that can make a wizard pregnant?"

Draco shook his head. "There's no magic that can give you a uterus, Harry." He smirked. "Besides, I like you just as you are, all male." He squeezed between Harry's legs to make his point.

Harry groaned and there was no talk of sex changes for the rest of the night.

The next morning Harry woke up feeling rather nauseous. He groaned and wondered if he had had anything to drink last night. Then he remembered the sex marathon he and Draco had and blushed. He was remembering one particular move fondly before the nausea overcame him and he rushed to the bathroom, effectively emptying out the contents of his stomach.

Suddenly Draco was there, surprisingly alert given that he'd just been snoring softly in the bedroom. He rubbed small circles around Harry's back and used a wash cloth to wipe the sweat from his love's forehead. He didn't find anything disgusting about it, never mind that his mates from school would probably faint if they saw Draco sitting on a bathroom floor.

When Harry finally stopped gagging, Draco asked if he was okay. Harry nodded. "I am now," he said. Draco kissed him without hesitation because this is a fanfic, and in fanfics mouths are magically clean after vomiting.

After a week's worth of similar mornings, Draco began to worry very much about his boyfriend. He had finally convinced Harry to get it checked out, which is why they were sitting in Ron and Hermione's living room. It never occurred to anyone in the small group that perhaps St. Mungo's should have been the first stop, and not a visit to Hermione.

Still, the witch had performed several complicated diagnostic spells, despite the fact that she was not a healer and had never studied medicine. Even though they all had complete belief in her capabilities, they all stood in shock at what her last diagnostic spell revealed.

"What?" Draco and Harry asked.

"How could that be?" Ron asked, face going pale.

Hermione shook her head. "It's hard to believe, but I did some research."

"That's not hard to believe," Draco muttered.

Hermione playfully hit him on the shoulder, because these days Draco let her do such things. "I meant what I discovered is hard to believe." She turned to her best friend. "Apparently the Potter bloodline is mixed with Veela, Werewolf, Elf, Goblin, Elemental, and Vampire blood."

"Isn't that a bit excessive?" Ron asked.

Hermione just shrugged. "I said it was hard to believe."

"None of those creatures grant males the ability to bear young," Draco pointed out.

"Ah!" said Hermione, brightening. "Apparently the combination of all that magical blood allows Harry to bear children!"

"So I have a uterus?" Harry asked, panicking.

Draco frowned and hugged Harry reassuringly. He had no problems showing physical affection in front of the other Gryffindors.

"Kind of," Hermione answered. "It's not exactly a uterus. It's a sac of amniotic fluid that your body developed."

Draco suddenly thought of a problem. "How are we supposed to get the baby out?"

Everyone stared at Harry's stomach.

Hermione tapped her chin. "We'll have to cut it out."

"Wha!" Harry shrieked. Though Draco tried valiantly to soothe him, Harry promptly passed out.

"I meant a C-section," she said, rolling her eyes. She and Ron watched as Draco tried to revive his Harry. They had both gotten so used to seeing Harry in trouble that it did not concern them that he had fainted…even if he was pregnant.

Draco sighed when Harry didn't wake. "I suppose I need to take him to St. Mungo's," Draco said, lifting Harry.

"Make sure you tell them he's pregnant," Ron said.

Draco nodded and apparated on the spot.

Ron looked to his wife. "You know, I'm not in any way weirded out by Harry's being pregnant."

"I know," Hermione said. "It'll be so nice that he and Draco get to start a family."

"Can you believe we used to hate Draco?" Ron asked. They both laughed.


A/N: Thank you Jokes and Mister Jackkkk for your reviews! I'm glad you like to story. Remember dear readers, reviews keep the Authoress happy. And when the Authoress is happy, the story stays light and fluffy. I'm sure you wouldn't want anything to happen to poor pregnant Harry? *evil grin*