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Trade Mistakes: Chapter 10

Snape stood back, watching with an amused smirk as Harry stormed down the hall leading to the Headmaster's office. Remus had allowed him to return to the castle once Dumbledore had let them know that he had news, but insisted that he kept his appointment with Poppy before they talked with the Headmaster. As Harry walked past, his robes billowed behind him in a very Snape-like fashion. The only problem with picture was the waddle Harry had taken on now that he was in his six month of pregnancy.

"He has been spending far too much time with you," Remus Lupin said, moving to stand next to Severus. The spy gave an amused snort, shaking his head.

"I can't help it that he's decided to model his angry walk after me. We should probably go after him before he destroys Albus' office in another fit of anger." Remus agreed, following Snape to the gargoyle that had been replaced. The former school mates still didn't like each other, but they had decided to put their differences behind them for Harry's sake.

A week after Harry had moved into the Place, Severus had come over to help with Harry's lessons. Things were moving along great until Severus made a crack about Remus being a werewolf. The two teachers began arguing, leaving Harry in the middle of it. Harry stared back and forth with wide eyes, growing more upset as the argument grew. Finally, Harry snapped, screaming at them to shut up. His magic, which was already hard to control because of his pregnancy hormones, made sure his command was followed. Severus and Remus were hit with a silencing spell as Harry fled the kitchen in tears.

Severus and Remus entered the Headmaster's office. Remus moved in his typical spot, standing behind Harry while Severus moved to lean against the bookcase near Dumbledore's desk. The Headmaster, however, wasn't sitting behind his desk. Instead, he was pacing around his office looking worried. The three visitors stayed silent for a long time, hoping Albus would calm down and sit. Finally, Harry, who had little patience when he wasn't hormone crazy, spoke up.

"Headmaster? What's going on? You said you had news?" Harry bit his lip as Dumbledore continue to pace. Finally the old man sighed, lowering himself into his chair in an undignified manor.

"We have captured Ryan Morris," he said, his voice low. His blue eyes lacked their usual twinkle. "He broke into my office with hopes to kill me. We questioned him under Veritaserum, gaining proof against many accused Death Eaters."

"And?" Harry asked, shifting in his chairs. He was practically sitting on his hands to keep from touching his swollen stomach.

"We also found where Lucius has been keeping Draco, Harry." Dumbledore said quietly, looking up at Harry's face with a sad look on his face. "Auror's moved in the same night and Draco has been rescued. But he's in bad shape, Harry. Very, very bad shape."

"Where is he," Harry yelled, standing up quickly. He felt a flutter in his stomach as the baby kicked, seeming to understand that something was wrong. Harry's left hand came up to rest on his stomach and he stared at the Headmaster, demanding an answer.

"He's currently being treated at St. Mungo's, Harry. His injuries were more than what Madame Pomphrey could handle or we would have brought him here."

"I want to see him," Harry demanded, looking around at the three men. "I need to see him, now!" Remus and Severus exchanged a look as Dumbledore sat with his head in his hands.

"Harry, you need to calm down," Remus said quietly, reaching out for Harry's arm. Harry simply shrugged him off.

"No! I need to see Draco, now!"

"Potter!" Severus snapped, and Harry jumped, staring at the man with wide eyes. "Sit down before you upset that baby growing in you." Harry sat, staring at his feet. "Now can you talk without acting like a child?" Harry flinched, but nodded his head. "Good. Now, Headmaster you may continue."

"I understand that you want to see him, Harry. But Draco is in and out of consciousness and when he is awake he is hardly himself. I don't want you to upset him." Albus held up a hand, stopping Harry from arguing. "I understand that you care deeply for him, but in your condition you have been known to allow your emotions to get in the way. We cannot afford to have that happen with Draco. He's been through too much already."

Harry stared at his swollen stomach, biting his lip. Fat tear drops fell down his face and he had to fight to keep the sobs at bay. He looked up at the Headmaster, letting out a shaky breath.

"For almost six months, Professor, I thought Draco was dead. I thought I was going to have to raise this baby on my own and that Draco would never know that I was pregnant with his child. I thought he had betrayed me, left on his own free will. I thought he was a murderer, using me to get information since I trusted him. I thought he was drugged. I fought for his innocence against everyone I care about. So please, please. I just need to see him, sir. I promise I will be on my best behavior. I'll try my best not to upset him. I need to see him, need to know he's alive. I need to let him know he's going to be a father once he gets through this…"

The three adults stayed silent, exchanging quiet looks as Harry cried quietly in front of them. The young father-to-be had been through so much in his seventeen years and they all had to admit that Draco had been good for him. With a sigh, Remus nodded his head.

"You can see him tomorrow, Harry. We will have to set up a special time with the healers, but I will be there with you as a precaution," Remus said, squeezing Harry's shoulder.

"Thank you," Harry whispered. "Professor? I'm tired. Can I go home now?" Albus sighed, dismissing the young boy. After Harry and Remus had left, Albus turned to Severus.

"Since when have such young people had to take on so much?" He asked the Potion's Master. Snape sighed, shaking his head as he excused himself.

Healer Jones winced as she checked over Draco's injuries. Because the young boy was so weak and his body was run down, his system couldn't take on much magic. His internal injuries and the damage from his father raping him had been healed by magic the day before, but most other injuries had been set to heal the muggle way. She carefully unwrapped the gauze that was wrapped around his head, pulling a small pad of cotton off his eye.

Welts from the vipertooth venom ran over his eye lid, and Matilda Jones was glad the boy had had his eye shut at the time. His vision, which had been perfect, had been affected by the venom. It had soaked through his eye lids, making everything blurry. His right eye was particularly sensitive to light. Draco whimpered as she carefully cleaned the wound, dimming the lights so Draco wouldn't be as bothered.

"I know, Draco," she whispered, talking in hushed tones to help keep the injured boy calm. "It's going to be okay, just try to stay still." Matilda continued to clean his cuts, paying special attention to a deep one that ran across his scalp. Draco shifted slightly, moaning in pain. Once she was done with his face, she carefully put another pad of cotton over his right eye and wrapped his scalp with gauze, slanting it to also cover the eye. With practiced hand, she moved down his body, cleaning cut after cut, keeping his broken bones as straight as possible.

"Draco, dear," Healer Jones said quietly, helping the injured boy to sit up. He moaned in pain again, closing his left eye tight. "I just need you to take this potion, Draco. I swear you'll feel better then."

Draco swallowed the potion slowly, his throat screaming in protest. The potion was a mix of pain killers, nutrient potion, and a calming potion. He also swallowed a few mouthfuls of water before he was lowered back down onto his bed.

"Draco," Healer Jones said on last time, and the boy slowly opened his eye to look at her.

"What?" He whispered, his voice raspy.

"Professor Dumbledore and Remus Lupin will be here in a few moments. They will be bringing Harry Potter with them. Mr. Potter really would like to see you."

Draco swallowed a few times, staring at the wall in front of him. His mind was in a haze and he wasn't sure what to think. Harry wanted to see him. Harry was okay. Harry hadn't gave up on him. After a moment he realized that Healer Jones was still watching him. He swallowed again, clearing his throat slightly.

"Send him in, please," Draco whispered, still being polite as ever. She smiled, patting the railing on his bed slightly before setting a charm that would let her know if he needed her. She left the room, shutting his door behind her.

Draco wasn't sure how much time passed. He drifted in and out of sleep, whimpering in pain every once in a while. He never heard the door open and didn't see Harry waddle in.

Harry stood at the foot of Draco's bed, his eyes wide. His boyfriend was a mess of broken bones, bruises and cuts. He shoved his right hand into his mouth to keep his sobs quiet and clutched his stomach with his left. Harry took a steading breath, stumbling to the chair next to Draco's bed. He reached out, gently taking Draco's hand.

"What did they do to you?" Harry whispered, running a calloused fingertip down Draco's arm. Draco shivered slightly, burrowing into his pillow. "I'm so sorry we didn't find you sooner, Drake. Merlin, I've missed you so much. I thought you were dead." Harry bowed his head, letting it rest next to Draco's still hand. He could see that his fingernails were all broken off. Harry sat there for a long time, one hand on his stomach and the other locked in Draco's.

It was the warm tears on his arm that woke Draco. He had been stuck in a nightmare, trying once again to get away from his father. But he suddenly felt like it was raining on only one wrist and he carefully opened his one good eye.

"'Arry?" Draco croaked, and Harry gasped, sitting up quickly.

"Drake," Harry whispered back, squeezing Draco's hand. "Oh I am so sorry. So, so sorry. We looked for you and looked. We tried to get to you faster, I swear!" Hormones taking over, Harry started to sob, staring at Draco with wide eyes. Draco's eyes trailed Harry's face, moving down and taking in his body. He stopped at the swollen stomach.

"Baby?" He asked quietly, his fingers twitching in Harry's hand. Harry laughed, tears still falling down his face.

"Surprise," Harry whispered. "You're going to be a daddy." Draco gave Harry a broken smile, grimacing in pain as he did so.

"Everything is going to be okay now, Draco." Harry said, moving to the edge of his seat. He rubbed his hand up Draco's arm as his eye fell shut. "I'm going to get you through all of this, and we're going to raise an amazing, beautiful child. You'll see. I love you."

"Love," Draco whispered, trailing off as the potion Healer Jones had gave him really kicked into sleep and causing him to all asleep. Harry sighed, sitting back and watching him sleep, rubbing a hand over the now active baby in his stomach.

"It's okay, baby," Harry whispered, watching the irregular fall of Draco's chest as he breathed through sore ribs. "Daddy's going to be okay. We're going to be a happy family."

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