Note: I don't own the characters from Harry's world. I'm just borrowing
them for a bit of fun.
In the weeks following Harry's proposal of marriage Draco's emotions ran the full gamut of expression. As he'd predicted his father hadn't been pleased to learn that hid son was expecting Harry's child. Draco guessed that he couldn't entirely blame his father for feeling the way he did. His father had been expecting him to carry on the name of Malfoy someday by fathering children of his own, and instead he was the one expecting a child. And not just any child either, but Harry Potter's child. Oddly enough his mother hadn't seemed overly concerned or shocked by the turn of events. In fact if Draco didn't know better he'd have said she was actually pleased by the news.
The other students had whispered a bit of course, but over time the whispering had faded. Oh, he still got the occasional odd look from time to time, mostly from Weasley, but most of the students seemed alright about it. In fact, just this morning after breakfast Granger had presented him with a brightly wrapped package. When he'd opened it he'd found it contained nothing more dangerous than 2 pairs of hand knitted baby booties. One in blue, the other in pink. The thought of it made him feel guilty about how he'd treated her in the past. She wasn't half bad for a mud blood. He decided that he'd ask her to be his maid of honor at the wedding. After all Harry had told him that he was going to ask Weasley to be his best man. Now where would she be at this hour? Ah, of course, the library.
Meanwhile Harry was trying not to worry and failing miserably. He was only 17, not yet out of school, and about to become a father. How could he possibly provide a proper home for Draco and the baby? He was so deep in thought that he didn't even hear Hagrid's approach.
"Good day Harry. How's everything going?"
"Wha? Oh, hello Hagrid. Sorry, I guess I'm a bit pre-occupied today."
"No need to apologize. I understand. You've got a lot on your mind just now. Why not come up to my hut? I'll make us a pot of tea."
Harry had to smile. Hagrid's tea wasn't the best, but he was a good listener and he needed someone to talk to just now. "Sounds good," he said.
In the weeks following Harry's proposal of marriage Draco's emotions ran the full gamut of expression. As he'd predicted his father hadn't been pleased to learn that hid son was expecting Harry's child. Draco guessed that he couldn't entirely blame his father for feeling the way he did. His father had been expecting him to carry on the name of Malfoy someday by fathering children of his own, and instead he was the one expecting a child. And not just any child either, but Harry Potter's child. Oddly enough his mother hadn't seemed overly concerned or shocked by the turn of events. In fact if Draco didn't know better he'd have said she was actually pleased by the news.
The other students had whispered a bit of course, but over time the whispering had faded. Oh, he still got the occasional odd look from time to time, mostly from Weasley, but most of the students seemed alright about it. In fact, just this morning after breakfast Granger had presented him with a brightly wrapped package. When he'd opened it he'd found it contained nothing more dangerous than 2 pairs of hand knitted baby booties. One in blue, the other in pink. The thought of it made him feel guilty about how he'd treated her in the past. She wasn't half bad for a mud blood. He decided that he'd ask her to be his maid of honor at the wedding. After all Harry had told him that he was going to ask Weasley to be his best man. Now where would she be at this hour? Ah, of course, the library.
Meanwhile Harry was trying not to worry and failing miserably. He was only 17, not yet out of school, and about to become a father. How could he possibly provide a proper home for Draco and the baby? He was so deep in thought that he didn't even hear Hagrid's approach.
"Good day Harry. How's everything going?"
"Wha? Oh, hello Hagrid. Sorry, I guess I'm a bit pre-occupied today."
"No need to apologize. I understand. You've got a lot on your mind just now. Why not come up to my hut? I'll make us a pot of tea."
Harry had to smile. Hagrid's tea wasn't the best, but he was a good listener and he needed someone to talk to just now. "Sounds good," he said.
