by T.K. Yuy
Chapter 13- The NewsThe next two weeks flew by for Draco, who was currently making his own verson of a milkshake. Ginny watched with a secret smile as he started huming to himself while he added strawberries and bananas to the extra chocolate concoction.
To think, he totally opposed the idea of being pregnant a little more than 2 weeks ago, and now he loves it. And here I thought Aunt Maggie was moody.
"Ginny, try this." Draco said, handing her a shot glass, "tell me what you think it needs."
"Uh uh, no way!" she protested, turning away, "I am sooo not drining that."
"Please? I think it needs more Dragon Tonic, and banana, but I want a second opinion."
"Malfoy, are you insane!? You've got 2 bottles of Tonic in there
already!"
"And I think it needs more. Drink it!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No, and don't make me repeat myself!"
"For God sake, didn't your mother ever tell you never to argue with a pregnant woman?"
"No, I'm the youngest Weasely, and in case you haven't noticed, you're a pregnant man."
"Thankyou, Ms. Weasely, for pointing out the obvious!"
Ginny's jaw dropped. She took the shot and downed it before following him to the Potions storage closet.
"You haven't told him, have you?" she asked, her voice sounding overly motherly.
Draco stopped mid reach and let his arm fall dejectedly to his side. He didn't have to turn around to see the angry look on her face. He'd gotten so used to the Weasely traits and trademark postures tha his mind automatically knew what they were going to say and do, just by the tone of their voice.
"No," he whispered, "I haven't. I- I don't know how."
"You're afraid of him, aren't you?"
"Not of him, but of what he'll say, think… do. I can't lose him, Ginny, Merlin knows I can't."
"Draco, despite what he'll say, Harry does care for you. Very much. I don't think you have to worry about what he's going to think."
"What if he leaves me? What if I disgust him? What if he doesn't want…"
~!*!~
He found her in the Owlry, sending off a small package, and from the look on
her face, she was having a good day.
Well, hopefully he wouldn't screw it up by asking a few questions.
"Nathalie." he said, leaning on the door frame.
"Harry." she replied with a frown.
"Two weeks ago, I was told to
ask you about the Blood Stone. Care to
tell me what's going on, and why I had to wait two weeks before getting some
answers?"
"I'm actually surprised Draco hasn't said anything yet, considering…"
"Leave my Mate out of this and give me some straight answers, Nathalie."
"Leaving Draco out of the conversation is out of the question, Harry, as he is
directly involved. The Blood Stone,
regardless of its purpose in the past, is not the answer to his Posession
probles. In all honesty, it may make it
worse, considering that he needs to feel your power to gauge his own."
"The Stone is rightfully mine, is it not?"
"Yes, of course, but you were given a living grounding for a reason. The Blood Stone… how do I put this? It'll copy Draco's Power, and counter your own as he does now, and in such will make your Mate a bit… jealous? The Stone doesn't think, but it knows what it must do in order to keep your Power at a safe level, for yourself, and others. Draco has been doing this since before he can remember, and in a sense, it was –is- the only stable thing in his life. I'm sure you can understand why he'd consider the Stone a threat."
"I don't know of anyone that would be jealous of a stone, Nathalie."
"Being your grounding is his 'job', Harry. How would you feel if a rock took over your 'job'?"
"Point taken, but Draco's not just my grounding, and he knows it."
Nathalie smiled, and pushed past him, ignoring the silent order to stay and finish the conversation. Harry's eyes narrowed.
Talk to him. You'll understand why it's also not safe for him to be around the Stone right now. she shot at him.
"Why don't you ust tell me." it wasn't a question.
"Because I'm not the one who's a Noir Veela, he is."
Draco had better have some good answers for me.
More confused than he was before, Harry stalked back to his rooms, hoping to get more satisfying answers. What he got, however, when he passed the first Inner Door, was a sharp pain in his gut. He staggered inside, and stopped dead in his tracks.
Draco was half naked, sprawled out on the couch while Ginny rubbed a citrus scented oil into his abs. Neither had noticed him yet, and with a scowl on his face, he watched as his lover stretched, a low purr-like noise escaping.
"Ginny" the blonde whispered,
attempting to sit up, "You're drowning me in this stuff."
"It'll never take if I don't use the whole vial, you know that."
"God, the things I let you
women do to me."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"First Pomfrey makes me pee in a cup, then Hermione uses some rather crude spells to make me piss on a stick, and now you're making me smell like fucking oranges."
"Poppy knows what she's doing,
or haven't you noticed?"
"Screa that! Granger could've waited
until I actually had to use the loo to take that fucking test."
"You should know by now not to mess with a woman. We know far more about the subject than you do."
"I'm Noir, I have it in my blood, remember? And remind me to kill my Great Grandda' when this is over, will you?"
"Care to enlighten me, Draco, as to why being Noir is such a big deal?"
Draco jumped off the couch, tripping over the rug and falling on his ass right at Harry's feet. Ginny couldn't help but giggle.
"Uh.. hi?"
Don't 'hi' me, Malfoy. I've been
jerked around for two fucking weeks, and for once, I want a straight
answer. What. Is. Going. On!?
"You may want to sit down, Harry."
Draco sat his dark-haired lover down, and made one short bout of eye contact with Ginny before she left. Without letting Harry say a word, he took his hand, and placed them on his stomach.
"This," he said, noticing the glow, "is why Noir Veelas are so special, Harry."
The light grew tendrils that curled around Harry's fingers, and he looked up at his mate with confusion and joy in his eyes. Draco put his hands over Harry's and the tendrils embraced them both.
"You're… how long?"
"Since before Halloween, but I've only known for sure since last week. The Necromancers knew before I did, and when I was ready to accept that they were probably right, I went to see Madaam Pomfrey. I guess the Necromancers have known their fair shair of Noirs."
"But how is it possible? The male anatomy isn't capable of-"
"Noir Veela are… we have a special uterus-like gland off our small intestine,
and conception is much like a woman, I suppose. As men we don't have a montly period, but we do flush our systems
with a-"
"I don't need to know about that. How… how will you deliver?"
"Delivery, in most cases it's been done by c-section, but the more 'magically gifted' have actually separated the baby from their bodies, the amnion sac, placenta, and umbilical cord follow a rectal movement. Not the cleanest thing in the world, nor the simplest, but for Noir, it's natural."
Harry was silent. He hadn't removed his hands from Draco's abdomen, and was now staring at the glow, which seemed to take on a green tint just under their hands, then faded to white. He was going to be a father…
"Draco," he said, after what
seemed like an eternity to the Slytherin. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was afraid…"
"Of what, love?"
"That you wouldn't want it. That you wouldn't want me. I- I don't want to lose you Harry…"
"You're not going to lose me,
Draconis Malfoy, not now, not ever. I
suppose now I'll have to get the Blood Stone, to keep my Power from-"
"No."
"What?"
"You can't use the Blood Stone, Harry.
I… it replaces me, and I need your Power to… the baby needs to feel your
Power. I need to. It's been the only constant thing since I
was eleven. I never knew what it was
that made me want to be near you, but once I found out… I did everything I
could to feel that Power. You're just
as much a part of me as you are this baby, Harry, and I'll be damned if I let
you take that away and give it to a bloody rock!"
Harry couldn't help but laugh, and pulled his Mate into his arms. Draco settled, his head in the hollow of Harry's neck, and he let out a content sigh.
"I don't know how we're going to hide this from Albus. Let alone Severus."
"Snape already knows."
"Well, as you're Godfather, I would think so."
"No, it's because he's fucking Ormand."
"Ah, of course. How silly of me to forget that. And Albus?"
"The Headmaster's not blind, Harry, he'll figure it out soon enough."
"I suggest we go talk to Poppy, and then have her present when we talk to him."
"You don't think he'll take the new well?"
"No, I just don't think he'll take too kindly to having a pregnant man walking through Hogwarts, and being subject to rumor and ridicule. It'd make his job just a little more hectic, having to deal with accomidating your change and the change in the Houses…"
"He still hasn't noticed that, has he?"
"No. You think we should tell him?"
"Not yet. I like playing with the Prefects and Head Boy and Head Girl's minds."
"You would."
They both laughed, and Harry kissed his Mate lightly. The glow had disappeared, but he could feel a very small burst of Power from Draco, and knew it wasn't the blonde boys own. He smiled and pulled him closer.
Definitly good answers.
What's that, luv?
Nothing, just thinking.
'bout what?
How much I love you.
Hmmm…
~TBC~
Well, two chapters in one day. Pretty good, considering the minor block I've had. Did anyone see that one coming? Probably, cause I'm not very good at keeping big secrets like that. Has anybody (other than Sparks) thought about what their kid(s) would look like? Let's see if any of you have the same idea I do… Until the next chapter!