It's not my favourite chapter, sorry, but I really wanted to update.

Chapter Eleven – Just An Article

HARRY POTTER PREGNANT? BABY FOR BOY HERO?

The Wizarding World was shocked as prime bachelor and war hero Harry Potter announced he was homosexual just three years ago. But now this reporter can announce that Harry Potter is also a Carrier and is heavily pregnant with his first child.

And the other father? Our sources report it is the heir to the Malfoy fortune, Draco Malfoy!

The Healer attending to Mr Potter has refused to comment on ethical grounds -

"Ok, I was wrong. It's bad. It's very bad"

Draco resisted the urge to say that was an understatement.

He had finally been able to rouse the brunet from the bed, with him whining and trying to bury himself back under the warm and comfortable sheets. Honestly, Harry was such a child when he was tired. He had expected him to starting banging his feet on the floor and have a tantrum.

Harry's hair was messy, pointing in tuffs in all directions. He was still in his pyjamas, a large grey shirt and his boxer shorts, and he was sitting up in bed, staring at the newspaper in his shaking hands, looking pale and clammy and most likely to throw up at any moment as he read more and more of it.

Draco buried his face in his hands from where he was sitting beside Harry on the bed. "I didn't want people to know like this. I haven't even told my parents" That was not the right thing to say at the moment in time.

"You haven't told your parents?" Harry cried, throwing away the paper, either in that confession or the paper, or even both. "For fuck sakes, Draco! How can you not tell them they are going to be grandparents?"

"This hasn't happened in the best of circumstances has it, Potter?" Draco sniped back and Harry flinched. He didn't know if it was because of the yelling or the use of his last name for the first time in weeks. "Wouldn't you hesitate to tell your parents if they were still here?"

Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair and falling against the piles of pillows stacked up against the headboard. "Ok, Draco. With luck, they haven't read it yet" Harry explained, trying to act positive. "Go over there, talk to them. Fix it. Make them understand and I'm sure we will have help and this won't be that bad" he tried to look optimistic but he seemed to be struggling to keep the smile on his face.

"My father hates the fact that I'm gay, Harry. He loathes Carriers and everything to do with you. Harry...he will never be ok with this"

"What about your mother?"

"I don't know" Draco prayed at least his mother was ok with it. She was fine with Nate's pregnancy and doted on Cassie as much as she could and he knew she would love a grandchild of her own; she thought she would lose out on it when she found out Draco was gay. she would of course, try to kill him when she found out without him telling her and keeping it secret for so long, but after that it should be fine.

"Well...that's something, at the very least" Harry rubbed his eyes, and Draco noticed with a strong clench to his chest, that he was starting to cry, silently. "I wasn't ready for people to know about this, Draco. I wasn't ready" his eyes suddenly filled with realisation and his face crumpled.

"What's wrong now, Potter?" Draco snapped, rolling his eyes.

"We have another appointment today" Harry admitted, heavily, the tears still coming.

Draco's heart dropped into his stomach. "Shit. Oh god" he muttered, dropping back onto the bed.

"Don't worry about it. Go see your parents-"

Harry looked so sad at that very moment Draco was overcome with the urge to take the man into his arms and comfort him in any way possible. He looked distressed at the thought of Draco missing one of the appointments.

"No, I don't want you to go on your own" Draco interrupted, shaking his head, adamantly, running over to the closet and attempting to kick off his shoes. "I won't go"

"Draco, you need to know if your parents are ok with this" Harry said, pushing himself at the small of his back, attempting to force himself out of bed. He rubbed his fists frantically over his eyes. "It will eat you up all day if you don't. If things go well, you'll probably be back by two anyway"

"IF things go well" Draco muttered, before shutting the closet door.

(~~)

There were many things to be said about Lucius Malfoy. He was a widely known man, and his cruelness and cold demeanour was something of a legend in the scene of wizarding politics. Even his association with the Dark Lord hadn't affected his career greatly after Harry Potter seemed to treat them well in all court proceedings after and made them only get short sentences.

Once, long ago, he had taken great pride and joy in his son, Draco. He was smart, a very talented wizard and the potential to be one of the greatest of the lord Malfoy's. He had been very proud of him.

He wasn't anymore.

On the desk, the picture of his son and pregnant lover was left behind as he shut the office door.

His House Elves had alerted him that his son had just arrived.

(~~)

"I saw the article"

Harry closed his eyes, leaning against the hospital bed. The room was eerily silent, with just his and Nate's breathing and the healer's muttering as he ran his wand over Harry's protruding stomach. "I couldn't read all of it. I hate Rita Skeeter!" he spat bitterly, not caring how child-like he sounded at that very moment and resisted the temptation to cross his arms and pout.

"Try not to get too worked up about all of it" Nate suggested, sitting down in the chair beside Harry's bed, all examinations done.

"I just want my life to be my own, you know?" Harry admitted. "No reporters hounding me, the entire world wouldn't know my business, acting as if it's important to them for god only knows what reason. My life is MY life. The origin and the well-being of my baby has nothing to do with anyone but me, Draco and the baby. Draco hasn't even told his parents about it!" harry added, his eyes wide.

"I didn't think he had" Nate said, with a knowing nod. "I think he classified me as the only immediate family, if anything, that needed to know"

"What did they do when they found out you were pregnant with Cassandra? Draco said it was bad but nothing else" the blond had actually said much more. He had said how the confrontation had been cataclysmic to their relationship and had ruined their relationship with Nate and his late husband, and had started his hate to Muggle borns and carriers. It had been a conversation where Harry didn't know if he wanted to know more or not. He had decided to stay silent and the blond had ended up fuming to himself for an hour before deciding to leave.

"You don't need to know that-" he said, shaking his head and trying to placate Harry.

"Nate, please" Harry begged, his eyes pleading.

Nate sighed. "Narcissa is my best friend so she was fine with it. I think deep down she had some wrong vibes with it" he admitted, looking sad at the thought. "She was raised by a pure-blooded family who had problems with it so it was to be expected. But she had such a good heart that she tried so hard to be ok with it. Draco was too young to understand the prejudice and discrimination on carriers so he was excited about the thought of having a cousin to play with" Harry couldn't but help but smile at the thought of a younger, less cold and even dimpled Draco looking positively delighted at the thought of a new baby. "Lucius..." Nate trailed off looking hesitant about telling Harry, but he already knew the answer.

"He wasn't ok with it"

"Me and my husband were kicked out of the house. Sam refused to go back there when Lucius was there. We were forever trying to get Lucius' approval at least or something like that, because we were sick of every single time we went there the room was so icy it was insane" his usually kind face contorted with anger as he continued. "Even worse than being kicked out, Draco was put through tests to see if he was a carrier himself-"

"But I thought carriers were only those with Muggle blood. It's basically like a magical mutation or something, 'cause there's too many things conflicting with each other" Harry chipped in, quickly. He knew that, Lucius had to know that too. Why would he force Draco to suffer through that when he knew it wasn't possible? The Malfoy's praised themselves on being so pure of blood.

"We don't entirely know why, it just only happens with those with Muggle blood. It would make more sense to be in pure bloods because there is more magic, but it's unexplainable as of now. Lucius just wanted to check"

"So not even the fact it's his grandson now will make him happy?" Harry asked, though he knew he was fooling himself, trying to pretend it was possible.

"I hate to break it to you, but...it's unlikely"

Harry had been expecting Draco to walk in at any moment, grin on his face going on about how they were fine with it, loved the thought of a grandson and were happy for them.

With every minute that ticked past, Harry just got colder and colder. He left the hospital on his own, evading reporters that had followed him there when the article was printed, went home and spent the entire time sitting in the living room and staring at the front door.

They weren't ok with it.

Words: 1686

Date: 13/06/10

Coming next chapter - He was aware of absolutely everything in that one moment; the sweat rolling down his cheek, the drumming of his mother fingers upon the arm of her chair in her nervousness beat like a drum march in his ears, accumulating in his ears with his own heartbeat to deafen him completely.