Chapter Eleven

In Which He Learns A Thing Or Two

A baby.

"Fuck, fuck." Draco Malfoy bit his thumb nail as he paced the span of the bleacher bench Neville perched himself on. A baby, he brought a baby into this madness he called a life because he was too caught up in his dick to cast a simple contraceptive spell. "Fuck." Draco looked to the sky and rubbed his sweaty palms on his robes. He couldn't help the jolt of excitement at the memory of having Neville laid out and sexed up on his bed. "Fuck." rubbing his face he turned to the silent Gryffindor. "Will she tell Dumbledore?"

Neville shrugged, "I didn't ask, but I go back Saturday."

Draco nodded, and sat himself next to the other teen, he scanned the empty quidditch pitch. He pressed his right leg against Neville's left. "I'm sorry Nev."

Neville closed his new pregnancy book. "It's not your fault, I was there too."

"Yeah, but this, shouldn't have happened, not now."

Neville chewed his lip, "what do you… what should we do?"

"I..." Draco wrapped an arm around Neville's waist, "Go see Pomfrey next Saturday. It's-I'll leave it up to you, it's your body, your magic, I won't fight you"

"Right," Neville said nodding, "No pressure."

Draco smiled and grabbed Neville's book from his limp grasp, "I'll do my homework." He said tapping the book with his wand, creating a duplicate. "So, whatever you decide, I'll be ready."

Neville grinned and stood, "I've always wanted a real family. I've dreamed about it honestly."

Draco grabbed the sleeve of Neville's robes pulling him closer, "Me too."

Neville wrapped his hands around the back of Draco's neck. "Thank you."

"For knocking you up?"

"For giving me a second chance."

Draco shook his head, "That's my line baby."

Neville blushed and kissed his boyfriends cheek, "I should head up."

Draco placed a hand on the back of Neville's neck pulling him down to brush their lips together. "Five more minutes."

Neville shook his head, "Harry's probably looking for me."

Draco sneered, "Potter!"

Neville knocked a knuckle against the blonds' jaw, "He's my friend, and the only one who noticed I was sick."

Draco sighed, "Of course he did, nosey bastard. Does he know? About us?"

Neville shook his head, "No way! He'd go crazy, but we can trust him with our baby. It'll make me feel better, having someone to talk to." He said placing a hand on his stomach.

Draco rested a hand over the Gryffindor's, "Yeah, if something happens to you, there isn't much I can do..."

"Everything's going to be fine, I'm sure of it."

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Neville climbed up to the Gryffindor tower with his book clutched to his chest. He blushed when he saw Harry sitting by The Fat Lady blankly staring at his potions book. "Harry!"

The boy who lived jerked his head up eyes bright with surprise "Neville!"

"I'm sorry where you waiting for me?"

Harry rubbed the back of his neck. "I didn't really have anything to do today... how did it go?"

"Great" Neville said resting a hand on his belly. "Turns out, it's nothing too life threatening."

Harry closed his book and stood. "Threatening? It can be cured?"

"There's nothing to cure," Neville grinned, "I'm pregnant!"

Harry blinked, "I thought you were a boy?"

"I am a boy..." Neville blinked cocking his head to the side, "you don't know do you?"

"Know what?"

Neville shook his head and grabbed the sleeve of Harry's sweater. "Come on then, I'll give you the talk."

"The talk? Like a-" Harry blushed and looked around the Gryffindor common room, "A sex talk? He whispered, "I already had one."

Neville nodded, "This is part two."

The boy's dorm was empty and Neville sat himself on Harry's bad, tossing his book onto his own. "You might want to sit for this." He said folding his legs as Harry dropped in front him. "So I'm sure you know when boy parts poke girl parts babies are made." Harry nodded his face flushed, "Well the same concept is true for two boys except it's more reliant on the compatibility of their magic. It doesn't happen that often and they really aren't sure why it happens. Some people think it's because the couple are soul mates..." Neville said blushing, "I like that theory best."

"So why didn't anyone tell me."

"You're half-blood, I can't think of any rerecorded male pregnancy for one so no one really thinks it's necessary to tell a muggle-born or half-blood. It's not the most relied on method anyway so most people skip straight to the potions."

Harry's eyes bugged, "Wait, wait, potions! People use potions to make babies?"

"I guess I should explain that too, potion babies are just as common as natural born babies, if not more. Thanks to years of inbreeding it's getting kind of hard to make them now. The Weasley's are the wealthiest family in the heir department." Neville shrugged, "You only need parts from both parents and a steady hand, done correctly out comes a perfect child."

"That's-I-wow."

"Yup, but you should still learn contraceptive spells. We forgot them, but I really didn't think my magic would even support one..."

Harry shook his head, "We should really have a class for this. How... where is it? You don't have a-a -"

Neville smiled, "A uterus? No, I've read a little in the book Madam Pomfrey gave me. His, his magic made a temporary one while my magic built up around that moving everything around for it."

"So your magic's doing all the work."

"Yeah, I was never good at using it, so better this than nothing right?"

"You've decided then, you're keeping it." Neville nodded, "Does he know?" Neville smiled his head bobbing rapidly. "What are you going to tell your grandmother?"

Neville's smile fell, "oh, I don't know, I honestly hadn't even thought of her."

Harry bit his lip, "But you are going to tell her, right?"

Neville chewed his lip, "I don't know, I'm not sure, we don't always see eye to eye about things. What she might say scares me, more than having a baby at 16 does."

"You think she'll tell you not to keep it."

"She's the head of house and I'm, unwed, in school and practically a squib."

"You are far from a squib Neville, you did hold your own against Death Eaters after all. Things could have been really bad had you not been there."

"Thanks Harry."

XX

Draco sighed stepping around towering shelves, kicking a stack of books out of his way Draco pulled the tapestry off the vanishing cabinet. Reaching into his robes he pulled out a white bird the size of his palm. He smiled and stroked its downy feathers as its eyes flicked around the forgotten storage room. "Up close you're kind of cute." Draco opened the cabinet and placed the hesitant creature inside, "Don't tell Neville." He said closing the door, "Harmonia Nectere Passus." His fingers trembled as he grasped the cabinets' knob and opened it again.

It was empty.

Closing the cabinet once more Draco rested his forehead against the cool wood. Please work." He pleaded before pulling the door open. Sighing Draco rubbed his eyes then reached into the cabinet and removed the stiff body of the white bird. "I wonder which one killed you." at that moment the charm around his neck warmed with a message from his lover. Wrapping the bird in a handkerchief and banishing it Draco stepped around ancient toys and over jewelry boxes and dropped onto a plush arm chair. Picking the charm up off his chest he activated it.

"I told harry about the baby, and gave him a sex talk too. He was freaked out a bit but he seems kind excited. We shouldn't have much to worry about, he even sent me to bed early."

Draco smiled and dropped the charm back on to his chest. "Excited huh, I wonder how he'll feel when we get outted..."