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Author's Note - Yo. What's up? So yeah, I've been thinking about the whole mpreg thing in very great depth lately (since I started this story) and I had a few minutes to get my thoughts out and write them down. If you'd like to read the ratings of a mad woman you just have to go to my live journal page, which is where my homepage link on my profile goes to (the title of the entry is, you guessed it 'mpreg'). I haven't been on there much at all and what I do have on there is a bunch of nonsense but fun to read if you have half the mind and the time.

At the moment… I'm just kinda tired.

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Chapter Nine - I Live Each Moment As My Last

Marticia Zabini was sitting silently at her kitchen table with her husband as she waited for her son to come home. Blaise had been staying at his friends house this past weekend but he was due home today as it was a school night and she was glad for it because they really needed to talk.

Late last night she'd gotten quite the phone call from America of all places from a man named Severus Snape who claimed to be the father of Harrison Evans. Of course she knew who Harry was, she adored the boy who was shy and polite and always the prefect sweetheart whenever Blaise brought him around. She'd been most upset, more so than her son perhaps, when Blaise came home one day and said that Harry had broken up with him. She hadn't seen the boy since, even just around town in passing and last night she finally found out why.

Apparently he was now living with his father in America because his mother had kicked him out (Marticia frowned at the thought of Lily Evans whom she'd only had the displeasure of talking to once when the woman had called her home, demanding to know who Harry had been talking to at all hours from her (Marticia's) number. Dreadful woman really). The reason why the poor boy had been kicked out however was such a shock that Marticia was sure she was being tricked for a moment.

Harry pregnant? By her son no less. Honestly!

But the way Mr. Snape had spoke had her doubting her own thoughts. The man was quite sure that Harry was indeed pregnant (at least he was offended enough when Marticia suggested he wasn't) and it was her son who was the other father, after all, he had said, who else could it have been?

As much as Marticia wanted to deny that her son, her precious Blaise, was idiot enough to get his 15-year-old boyfriend pregnant, there was really no way around it. She'd considered for a moment, and only a moment, that Harry could be pregnant by someone else but had dismissed that thought as quickly as it came feeling not just a little bit ashamed of herself.

She prided herself on being able to read people, men especially, and she could have read Harry like a large print, special addition book for the seeing impaired. The timid but witty, bruised but beautiful boy was as honest as they come and had been completely and utterly in love with Blaise, devoted in such a way that even she sometimes couldn't comprehend. He wouldn't have cheated. Her son however…

As much as she loved him she also knew him and his way of having passing fancies which she had hoped Harry was not one of, and for a while he hadn't been. Her son, if what Mr. Snape had said as he recounted what Harry had told him was true, as she was terrifyingly aware it probably was, was the one who'd been unfaithful, who prompted Harry to end the relationship and who viciously denied the childe that was now resting in the belly of another childe thousands of miles away.

Marticia sighed and a comforting hand was placed on her shoulder by her husband of five years, Michele. Real upstanding Italian man that one, always there for her when she needed him. Not only was he a role model for Blaise but he was the biological father of her precious baby girl and she loved him for it. Not to mention the fact that she liked him a lot more than she had her last three husbands, god bless there souls.

"Do not worry, my love, everything will work out," he whispered and Marticia smiled tightly as her eyes glittered with barely suppressed tears. She certainly hoped so, but they'd just had to wait and see until Blaise got home, wouldn't they.

As if summoned by the thought they both heard the front door open and close and the clatter of someone dropping their things in the entry way and the humming of faint music. Blaise walked into the room a few seconds later bobbing his head to some atrocious music blearing much too loudly from his head phones. "Hey mum, Michele," he greeted louder then necessary as obviously he couldn't hear himself as he went over to the refrigerator and fished around in it for a moment before taking out a can of soda and looking back at them. He caught sight of Marticia's now dried and instead narrowed eyes and smiled sheepishly pulling off his headphones (1). "Why the long faces?" he asked easily and in a normal voice.

"Blaise," Marticia started out as calmly as possible. "Sit down, we need to talk."

The teen frowned but turned off his music and sat down across from his mother and stepfather. "What's going on, you two getting a divorce?" he asked raising an arrogant eyebrow at Michele who he'd never quite got along with. The older man raised a mocking one back while Marticia scowled.

"That's not funny Blaise and no, we are quite happy together as you well know. What we need to talk about is very serious though."

Blaise popped open the top to his soda and took a long sip. "Okay then," he shrugged and sat back to hear what they had to say.

"I received a call yesterday," Marticia started out slowly. "From a man named Severus Snape."

The two adults watched as Blaise frowned though a curious light entered his eye. He obviously recognized the name but couldn't place it. "Who's that?" he asked after a few seconds of thought.

"Harry's father," Michele answered solemnly and Blaise's eyes widened in surprise before narrowing in anger very quickly.

"Oh? And?"

"Blaise, why didn't you tell us?" Marticia asked desperately and was shocked when her son leveled a glare at her and crossed his arms petulantly across his chest.

"Tell you what?" he snipped angrily.

"That you got Harrison pregnant!" Michele snapped having no patience tonight for his stepson's impertinent attitude. This was, as Marticia said, a very serious matter!

With an angry growl Blaise stood up, his chair clattering to the floor noisily. "I don't know what that little slut told you, but the brat he's carrying isn't mine!"

Both Marticia and Michele's eyes widened in shock but for different reasons. Marticia had been holding on to the hope that, despite what Mr. Snape had told her, Harry had maybe exaggerated, had found out he was pregnant and fled without telling Blaise or that Blaise had overreacted and now would regret his decision of not supporting his ex-boyfriend and Michele was simply surprised because no matter how rude Blaise had been to him, he'd never disrespected his mother so much.

"Harry's hardly a slut, he's only ever been with you!" Marticia protested and Blaise slammed his fist down on the table between them.

"You believe that? You believe him over me? I'm you're son!"

"Well, it's true isn't it?" Marticia glared. "You've been together since he was twelve! That baby is your's, Blaise!"

"It's. Not." Blaise sneered.

"Then who's is it Blaise?" Michele rejoined the argument, arms folded across his own chest.

"I don't know! You'll have to ask him yourself! He's the one who fucked around and got himself knocked-up!"

"Why would he do that?" Marticia asked incredulously and pointedly ignoring the horrendous language he was using. Now wasn't the time to stop and scold him for that.

"Because he's a SLUT!" Blaise roared and slammed his fist down on the table again, this time splitting some of the skin. Marticia jumped back in shock and her eyes watered. "He just wants me back, that's why he's saying that it's mine! Because he wants me AND he's trying to cover his tracks but it's not mine! I don't want a kid! I refuse to let this be my problem!"

"It already is!" Marticia shouted back, face red and tears falling down her cheeks, never had she been so angry, much less with her own childe. Blaise almost looked like he wanted to hit her for saying such but instead clenched his throbbing red fist and stormed out of the kitchen. They heard his rampage for there to the front door, knocking things over kicking so door or wall, and then the front door opened and slammed shut with a resounding bang. The house was completely silent after that other than Marticia's ragged breathing. "I-I-" she stuttered and Michele gathered her into his arms.

"Shh," he whispered holding her. "It'll be okay."

(O)(O)(O)

Harry blinked open his eyes slowly, wondering what it was that woke him when he heard it again, a faint inconsistent tapping and the hiss of a voice far away. He sat up in bed, eyes squinting in the dark as he tried to identify where the noise was coming from. He waited silently to hear the tapping again and come it did- from his window.

Grabbing his glasses off his bedside table as it would take much too long to put on his contacts, he got on his knees and pulled back the curtain to his window which was right next to his bed. He blinked in shock at what he saw. A blond head was below his window, bending down now to pick up my pebbles from Sev's front walk. Harry knew immediately who it was, there was no way around that shade of hair.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" he whispered after standing, opening the window and leaning slightly out of it. Below him Draco jumped and his head snapped up. He grinned sheepishly.

"Um, hi." Harry's eyes narrowed.

"Hi. What the bloody hell are you doing?"

"I wanted to check up on you," the blond shrugged trying to act nonchalant. "You seemed a bit off when I left you this afternoon. I mean I know why, you just let out a huge secret but… yeah."

Harry stared at him incredulously. "You couldn't just call? Like a normal person?"

Draco scowled. "You're cell is off and like hell I'm calling Snape's house in the middle of the night."

Harry opened his mouth but closed it just as quickly, shaking his head, not quite able to understand the insanity of this situation. "So you decided to come all the way to his house and throw stones at one of his windows at," he glanced back in his room at the alarm clock that Sev had bought but that he'd never actually used, "2:17 in the morning?" Draco paused.

"Well when you say it like that…" he chuckled and Harry rolled his eyes. "Besides, they're pebbles, if that. Stones are bigger."

"I think you're missing the point," Harry deadpanned.

"Look," Draco sighed and ran a hand through his light hair. "I just wanted to see you."

Harry was silent at that for a long minute. "What am I, Rapunzel? This is so cliché." Harry sighed into the chilly night air though inside he was filled with a pleasant warmth that had nothing to do with Sev's central heating. Draco laughed softly.

"I don't know, your dad does seems the one to protect you like a fire breathing dragon."

"Wrong fairy tale," Harry told him folding is arms on the window seal and looking down at him. Draco smiled sweetly.

"Not really. Personally I see you more as a Sleeping Beauty then a Rapunzel after all." Harry pressed his lips but Draco could, even from the ground, see his eyes were dancing with amusement.

"You're a sap," Harry intoned without feeling and Draco shrugged. "So what are you really here for? Certainly seeing if I was okay could have waited for tomorrow and yet here you are at three in the morning."

"You said it was 2:17."

"It's 2:21 now. What do you want?"

"Well…" Draco drawled. "I was sort of wondering… would you like to go out on another date with me?"

Harry blinked and then rolled his eyes. "Goodnight, Draco. Drive safe," he said softly and the other boy grinned cheekily up at him.

"Goodnight, Harry," Draco whispered, pressing his palm to his lips and blowing a kiss to Harry who simply raised a condescending eyebrow. He watched as Draco got in his car, parked halfway up the street and drove off into the night before closing the window and turning back into his room with a faint smile on his face. It wasn't until he was laying down again, about to fall into Morpheus' embrace that he had a thought and snorted aloud into the quite din.

Who knew the upstanding Draco Malfoy could be such a… what was it theses Americans call it? Ah, right! A dork.

(O)(O)(O)

When Harry woke up genuinely the next morning he was feeling a bit silly. Draco was really daft but it was endearing and he made Harry smile, so he could forgive that one of Draco's many, many flaws. Harry smiled softly as he went through his morning routine. At least they had something in common, they were both terribly flawed.

He packed his bag and headed downstairs to find Severus, as usual, already seated at the table, Harry took one look at the sausages and eggs his father had dutifully made for him, turned green and dashed back up the steps.

Severus stared after him in shock for a moment before the sound of reaching snapped him into action. He followed Harry's path up the stairs and to the boy's bathroom. With a grimace and a sigh Severus stepped foreword and pulled back Harry's hair gently, rubbing his back soothingly as he paid homage to the porcelain god with his dinner from last night. The boy continued on for quite a few minutes before Harry managed to stop, gasping and shuddering in disgust. "Better?" Severus asked absently as he grabbed one of the decorative washcloths that hung on the wall and wet it with cool water.

"Define better?" Harry muttered and shivered when Sev pressed the cloth against the back of his neck.

"Well you're no longer choking on a lung." Harry let out a startled hoarse laugh.

"True. Yes, I suppose I'm better." Severus smiled down at his son and helped him up slowly so that Harry could gain his balance.

"Brush your teeth again. I'll clean up the kitchen and make you a bagel or something."

"Thanks, dad," Harry smiled and Severus pulled him to his side, kissing the top of his head and patting it affectionately before he left so that the boy could recompose himself. Harry, much against his will, blushed and wouldn't meet his own eyes in the bathroom mirror for a few minutes until he was sure the heat had faded form his face. When it finally did Harry looked at himself in the mirror and sighed at his now blood shot eyes, dry lips and foul tasting mouth. He was just glad his morning sickness came rarely, he was hungry.

(O)(O)(O)

Severus disposed of the breakfast he made quickly and without complaint, it didn't matter, as long as Harry didn't have to throw up again and went about making the boy the bagel he promised. His body was on auto-pilot as he toasted it and prepared it and without prompting his mind wandered to the conversation he had last night with one Marticia Zabini.

He'd called the woman using the number Harry had given him for her home and was glad to have done so. She'd been disbelieving at first and then became quickly horrified at what he'd told her.

She'd apparently been very fond out Harry and was quite put out when her son had told her they broken up. Severus had sneered at that, it would figure the only thing the brat would say was that they split, not that he'd been unfaithful and sired a childe. Severus had worried for a moment that the woman would take her son's side or blame Harry, it wouldn't have been surprising after all, just irritating, but she hadn't. After several minutes of contemplating silence, she'd sighed and asked quietly what would he like for her to do and what could she do to help.

Severus had been startled at such a reaction but had told her simply enough, "We want nothing from you or your family in a monetary sense, I'm quite capable to caring for Harry and the childe myself. What I would like though, as I'm sure it would mean a lot to my son, is for the baby to be acknowledged by Blaise. He wouldn't have to see Harry or the childe but I will not let it go ignored by him that he is a father. An apology wouldn't be unwarranted either."

The woman had agreed instantly, as Severus had expected she would (he was being more than generous and maybe much too lenient about the whole situation) and said that she would talk to her son the moment he came through the door. She'd also extended her sincerest apologies at the trouble the boy had caused both Harry and in extension Severus himself. Severus had merely shaken his head though he knew the woman couldn't see it.

"I just want my son to be happy," he told her. "I know it hurts him more than anything that Blaise denied the baby and called him a liar-"

"Harry hates liars," she had whispered solemnly.

"Indeed," Severus answered mildly, curious about how close Harry had been to these people. "So as much as I want to demand your son take real responsibility and get a job and support his impromptu family, I'll settle for him healing my son's heart and giving the boy peace of mind."

The conversation had ended shortly after that with his promise to keep her updated on all the happenings with Harry and the baby. Severus had hung up the phone thinking that the probability of her being active in her grandchild's life was pretty nonexistent, but at least she cared enough about Harry that she wanted to make sure he was safe. That would do for now.

"Sev?"

Severus jumped out of his thoughts and smiled slightly at Harry standing at the doorway of the kitchen, watching him curiously. "Let's go," Severus responded handing the boy his bagel and going to get his own bag. They left the house quickly and the got into the car. As Severus started it up and pulled out he thought of something he'd forgotten to mention.

"You won't be going to school next Monday," he said and Harry's eyes narrowed in thought.

"Why?"

"I manage to get you a doctors appointment but it's about mid morning. You'll be having a all around checkup and an ultrasound." Harry blinked.

"So soon? I though doctors appointment usually took a long time to plan?"

Severus smirked. "Usually, but we were in luck. We're going to a hospital a few miles a way that specializes in maternity care and they'll make sure you and the baby are doing okay as well as probably set you up on a healthier diet." Harry grimaced. It wasn't like he ate a bunch of junk food but he didn't like the idea of someone telling him what to eat, but he would do it, for Severus' sake and… well, the baby's of course.

The rest of the ride to Hogwarts passed quickly and they separated at the doors like always and Harry continued on his own to Ms. McGonagall's class. Hermione, like usual was already there and he waved at her to which she shot him a brilliant smile. Unlike usual he stopped in front of her desk to speak with her.

"How are you, Hermione?" he asked softly. It wouldn't do for him to forget his promise to himself to be better and that meant at least attempting to make friends. Besides Draco, and maybe Daphne by association, Hermione was his best bet. Besides, he liked the girl, she was sweet.

"I'm doing good, Harry," she grinned and her braces glinted. "And you?"

"Great," Harry smiled slightly and was surprised to fine that he was, indeed, feeling pretty good. Much to Hermione's surprise he sat in the empty seat next to her. He would have to move of course when the rest of the class decided it was time to file it but for now…

"I wanted to apologize," Harry started off slowly and Hermione blinked.

"Whatever for?" she asked curiously.

"Well," Harry mumbled. "You were the first person I met when I got here and you go out of your way to be nice to me but I haven't ever really been nice back. Polite maybe," he relented when Hermione looked like she was about to protest. "But not nice. Yesterday for example, you apologized about telling about Sev and I and I just brushed you off. It really wasn't a big deal but I could have at least smiled at you or something."

Hermione stared for a few moments before she giggled. "Oh Harry," she laughed. "I never took it personally, that just struck me as your personality. I didn't think you were being 'merely polite', I thought you were just being yourself and I'm fine with that."

Harry shrugged a bit uncomfortable and a hint of pink spreading across his cheeks. "Still…" he muttered and Hermione stopped laughing in order to smile brightly at him.

"Don't worry about it. How about this, friends?" she asked holding out a hand and Harry couldn't help but stare owlishly at it.

"That went quicker then expected," he muttered to himself.

"Huh?"

"Nothing," he shook his head and took Hermione's hand gently in his own. They were about the same size but were otherwise a contrast. Hermione's skin had a naturally darker tone than Harry own pale complexion (and it had to be natural, no way could the girl get a tan here of all places, he could count the number of times he'd seen the sun actually out in about on one hand and it had nothing to do with the fact it was November) and she didn't have faint scars, but other wise they were much the same. "Sure," he said with a tiny, hesitant smile that Hermione returned whole heartedly.

After a moment of silence and no longer wanting to feel embarrassed Harry stood abruptly, mostly ignoring Hermione's laugh and Ms. McGonagall's smile from where she'd been watching them from her desk a few feet away and moved to his seat, cheeks turning a darker pink.

"You are so cute," a voice said as Harry sat down and he turned sharply to look at Daphne who he hadn't noticed was already in her seat also.

"What?" he asked blankly and the red head laughed.

"I said you're cute, socially inept, but cute." Harry flushed fully this time and sunk down in his seat trying not to glare at the girl's giggling.

"Where's Draco?" he asked after she'd stopped noticing the boy wasn't here which was not only odd because he'd become accustomed to seeing both of them together in the morning. Daphne rolled her eyes.

"He over slept," he deadpanned. "If I hadn't called him to find out what why he hadn't picked me up yet he still would be. I had to catch a ride with my dad this morning. Not only did I get here early of all things but he wouldn't let me stop for coffee or anything," she complained and Harry had to resist smirking a bit.

"Sorry to hear that," he said instead but she must have caught his tone because she pressed her lips but her eyes glittered in amusement.

"I'm sure," They shared a smile before turning back to their own things preparing for the day to start.

(O)(O)(O)

Draco ignored Daphne's smirk as she passed him in the hall to go up to her lab class and he headed toward Chemistry. Having overslept this morning form being out so late last night made him late this morning and when a student was late, they weren't allowed to attend the class they came in in the middle of so they wouldn't interrupt the class in the middle of a lesson. He'd had to stay in the late room during first period and was dreading the end of the day when he'd have to go to McGonagall and explain to her his lack of attendance. She was sure to be unhappy. But at least he wouldn't have to deal with the consequences of missing Snape's class, that would be a real nightmare.

He walked into the classroom with a number of the other students and spotted Harry already sitting at his table though the boy was twisted in his seat to speak to Granger who sat behind him. He was about to go and say hello when a stern voice caught his attention.

"Mr. Malfoy,"

Draco tensed and looked toward his teacher's. Mr. Snape didn't have to say anything for Draco to know he was supposed to come over to the man's desk. "Yes, sir?" he asked as he watched Snape shuffle through some things on his desk.

"I thought I should tell you," the man said softly so the student walking by them to their seats wouldn't overhear. "I generally don't approve of anyone coming to my home at such an inappropriate hour," Draco's eyes widened. "But since Harry likes you so much I'll let last night's incident pass." Black eyes glared harshly up at him. "Be sure it doesn't happen again," he glowered and Draco nodded instantly.

"Of course, sir. I'm sorry, sir."

Snape eyed him disdainfully for a moment longer before turning back to his papers. Obviously Draco was dismissed. Stiffly Draco made his way over to his desk. On his way there he caught Harry's eye as the boy was watching him curiously and Draco smiled sheepishly as he sat. He'd told the boy Snape was like a dragon.

(O)(O)(O)

"What did dad say to you this morning?" Harry asked curiously while he and Draco sat in Study Hall. He'd been wondering all day as Draco had come away from the encounter looking pale and mildly mortified. When he'd asked Sev at lunch the man had only shrugged in response but he'd had a distinctly smug look on his face as he did so.

Draco shuddered. "Nothing," he murmured and hunched over his homework.

Harry rested his head in his hand idly and watched the boy. Draco was very attractive, he thought absently. He could probably have anyone he wanted so why was it he was so insistent on going out with Harry, an antisocial basket case with impending fatherhood on the horizon. Harry shook his head to rid himself of such thoughts and turned back to his own work. It wouldn't do to think about such things, not when he was so grateful to Draco for wanting exactly the way he is even though he was damaged.

Draco had seen Harry looking but could not decipher the oddly haunted look in his eyes before he shook his head and smiled gently looking back down at his paper. Draco grinned and that seemed to catch Harry's attention as he looked back up and eyebrow quirked in question.

"You know, you never answered my question last night."

Harry's other brow rose and the green eyes looked at him condescendingly. "Didn't I? I sorry, it must have had something to do with the fact that it was 2 in the morning."

"Of course," Draco agreed easily. "But as it is, do you think you could answer now?"

"I suppose I could," Harry cocked his head, his eyes narrowing until they were half lidded and stared at Draco in challenge.

The blonde smirked and leaned forward so that their foreheads were almost touching. He was pleased to see that while Harry eyed him wearily he didn't move away. "Harry," he whispered. "Would you-"

The rest of his sentence was drowned out by the ringing of the dismissal bell which prompted Harry to snort lightly and move away so he could pack up his things and Draco to wince and hang his head in defeat. He stood up grumbling to himself and Harry chuckled at his disgruntlement. "Draco," he called to the boy and grey eyes looked toward his sullenly. "How about Friday we go out o dinner. I won't be in school that day so you'll have to come pick me up, okay?"

Harry smiled slightly at the shocked look he received and left, well aware the when he walked pass Draco their shoulders brushed in an almost tender fashion. Draco stared after the raven haired teen before grinning boldly to himself and giving himself a mental pat on the back. He had to go tell Daphne!

He was half way down the stairs heading for the parking lot where he was sure his friend would be waiting when a though occurred to him. He'd have to go pick Harry up… that meant he'd have to venture back to Mr. Snape's house.

With a groan he knocked his head against the nearest locker scaring the girl who'd just been about to open her own next to it. Instead she gave him a bewildered look backing away before turning and hurrying down the hall. Draco glared half heartedly after her before groaning again, thinking back to the look of his Chemistry teachers' face this morning.

Fuck.


A/N - This chapter was actually wicked fun writing. Like it really just kind of flowed (obviously considering how unbelievably soon I updated. Don't expect that again).

Who else thinks Blaise is a complete asshole? I mean, denial much?

Don't worry, Sev's not going to maim Draco. ^_^ I mean, I guess /shrugs/

(1) It wasn't until just here I thought about the time line in relation to… well, time. If I follow the HP time line, which is already pretty askew in this story considering my blunder with Harry's schooling and age (I mentioned in one of my past AN's that I screwed up Harry's age. I said he was 15 and a junior in high-school when in reality he should be about 17, like Draco or Daphne. I chose to ignore my screw up and just go with it) it should be the year 1995 if I take into account that Harry's the main character and I use his date of birth as a starting point.

Does that make any since?

Anyway, the point is, I don't know too much about 1995 considering I was born in '92 and so I'm avoiding using specifics that would point to the 2000's like saying, "He caught sight of Marticia's now dried and instead narrowed eyes and smiled sheepishly pulling out his ear buds," or using a brand name like Skullcandy. I'm trying to stay true to the time line (cause I've stayed true to absolutely nothing else) but please forgive me if I mentioned something weird that has nothing to do with the 90s, like Hannah Montana (not that I think that that's likely to come up but you get the picture). Maybe though I should just push the timeline up 10 years. /sigh/

About now, looking at the next chapter I'm rather nervous about writing it. In my notes I know what I should be happening next, but the story timeline I'm actually writing is going slower that expected because I'm adding so many additional details (for example, the first part of this chapter- I never planned on having that scene with Blaise and his parents, this chapter was actually supposed to be all about Dray and Harry but alas…) It just makes what I planning to happen so that I can be true to my original story arch seem… err… never mind. This will just take some editing on my part. I'm not sure what'll happen next chapter but you very well may be reacquainted with some warnings.

Love you all, hitori

OH! And just because I haven't said it in a while doesn't mean you can't still review. /stern look/ That was a hint. /looks pointedly down at button labeled 'Review'/