This is my first HP fic, and my first ever mpreg, so feedback

would be GREATLY appreciated!

Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters except of course

(eventually) the baby. Everyone else is owned by JKR

Draco stood in the kitchen, staring up at the open cupboard in front of him. The peanut butter was in the back corner on the top most shelf, and he had no clue as to how he was going to reach it. It had been up there for almost a year, Harry had been the one to buy it, Draco HATED peanut butter. But now, it was the one food on the planet that Draco would kill for, and he was going to get it down, one way or another. Cursing Harry for putting the damn stuff in such an IMPOSSIBLE place to reach, Draco carefully crawled up on to the counter top in an attempt to get it. Stretching out his arm to grab for it, his fingers had just closed around the jar when-

"Draco Malfoy, what ARE you doing?"

Draco started at the sudden voice in his home and lost his balance. He would have toppled backwards if not for a pair of hands that grabbed on to his waist to steady him. After holding on to the cupboard for a moment to make sure he was balance again, and also to let his heart rate return to normal, he turned around to face the owner of the voice.

"Aunt Molly, what are you doing here? You nearly scared me to death!" Draco exclaimed as he slid from his precarious position on the counter, peanut butter in his hand.

"I had something I needed to talk to you about, so I came by. And it was a good thing I did too. What were you THINKING crawling up there like that?" Molly scolded him as she crossed her arms across her chest in a motherly fashion.

"I was getting this," Draco answered as he held up the jar of peanut butter.

"But . . .you hate peanut butter."

"Not anymore I don't. I really wanted some, and it was clear up on the top shelf. Hence, the crawling on the counter thing." He explained as he dug through the kitchen drawer for a spoon. To him it was all so simple, he couldn't figure out why it was such a big deal.

"But, dear, why crawl up on the counter? You could have fallen, you could have hurt yourself or the baby! Why didn't you just use MAGIC to get it down?"

"Well, normally I would have but . . . "

"But what, dear?"

"I can't do magic anymore," Draco nearly whispered as he hung his head down in shame.

"What do you MEAN you can't do magic anymore?"

"Well, it's not that I CAN'T, it's just that I'm . . .afraid to. A few weeks ago, right after the baby shower, I tried to use magic to get a book off the shelf and . . .they all came flying at me. I was scared to death that one of them might hit me in the stomach and hurt the baby."

"Oh, yes, that," Molly nodded her head in sympathy and understanding. "I had almost forgotten about that."

"Forgotten about what?"

"When you're pregnant, the hormone levels affect your magic, and it's different for everyone. Sometimes you have no use of magic at all, sometimes things go haywire and overboard. I had a little bit of both. My first three pregnancies I couldn't do any magic, not even the simplest of spells. It was rather difficult to get on with no magic. Then, with the twins, Ron, and Ginny, everything I did happened in excess. Like one time, when I was pregnant with Ron, I went to put a simple night light spell in the room for Percy, and it was bright as daylight in that room. It seems to me, you've been hit with the later of the effects."

"So, this isn't permanent then? It will all go away after I have the baby?" Draco asked hopefully.

"Well, it won't be all fixed at once, it will slowly taper off. I'd say you should be back to normal about a month or so after you have her."

"Thank God," Draco sighed in relief. "I thought something was wrong with me."

"Not wrong, dear, just a little helter skelter."

"That's good to know. So . . .what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"

"What? Oh . . .yes, that. As you know, I'm a fully trained medi-witch, and I volunteer at the women's center where Madame Kierstein works a couple days a week. The other day she was telling me that she has an overload of patients, she has four other witches who are due to go into labor around the same time as you. She asked if I wouldn't mind taking over your case, seeing as how I know you, to try and lighten her load. Being a male pregnancy, you need a little extra attention and the strain was just getting to her. I told her I wouldn't mind a bit, as long as it's okay with you."

"I don't mind a bit, Aunt Molly. I trust you, and I'm sure you of all people understand the process of child birth."

"That I do. But still, it's going to be tricky. You being a man and all, your body wasn't designed for this sort of thing, so it all tends to be a bit more complicated and I'll need somebody else there to help me. I don't know if you're aware of this or not, but both Hermione and my Ginny are training to be medi-witches. I'd like one of them to help me. Which one would you prefer?"

"Hermione," Draco answered immediately. "N-not that I have anything against Ginny, it's just that . . .."

"No need to explain dear," Molly smiled reassuringly. "I kind of figured you would want Hermione, and that's perfectly alright by me."

"Aunt Molly, since you're going to be taking care of me now . . . I was just wondering . . . I mean . . . how is the baby going to come out?" Draco asked nervously. His medi-witch had always told him they would discuss the birth process at his next appointment, but then she never did.

"Well dear, like most babies she is going to come out the same way she went in."

"Y-you mean . . . she's going to come out . . .my . . .oh my gosh that's GROSS! That was never mentioned anywhere!" Draco's face contorted in disgust and fear. He could still remember the first time Harry had made love to him, how painful it had been. The thought of his daughter coming out of the same opening scared him to death.

"Sorry dear, I know it's not the most pleasant of thoughts, but I promise I will have quite a few pain relief potions on hand for you. I'm going to try and make this as easy on you as possible, I'm not going to enjoy seeing one of my boys in that much pain." Molly tried to reassure him as she gave him a tight hug.

"Aunt Molly, why are you so good to me? My father was always so awful to your family, and I treated your kids so bad. I don't deserve your kindness."

"Of course you do, you're still human and I can hardly blame the actions of your father on you. Besides . . .my Harry loved you, and that's good enough for me. Granted, I didn't always feel that way. When Harry first told me about his relationship with you, I was quite skeptical. I just wasn't sure if you could be trusted. Then, one day Harry was at the house, and he sat me down at the kitchen table. He was like 'Auntie Molly, I know Draco hasn't always been the best of people, but he's changed, a lot. There's something in there, deep down inside, that you just have to search for, but it's there. He's a good man, and he has a good heart. I love him Auntie Molly, I'd be willing to die for him if I had to. And even if he hasn't said it yet, I know that he loves me too.' There was something in his eyes, Draco, and I knew he was telling me the truth. From that day on, I vowed to give you a chance and try to find what it was about you that Harry loved so much, and I did. I couldn't help falling in love with you myself, and now you're one of my boys, just the way Harry was."

Draco felt his eyes welling up with tears both at the words of the older woman, but also at what she told him Harry had said about him.

"He . . .never told me about that."

"No, I don't suspect he did. He was good at keeping some things to himself. Did he ever tell you about the day he came to tell me the two of you wanted to have a baby?" She asked him. Draco shook his head no, so Molly continued with the story. "Harry had called me a few days before hand, and asked me out to lunch. That should have been my first clue that something was up, Harry always invited me out when he had something big to tell me. He didn't say anything for awhile, he waited until our food was there, and he just springs it on me. 'Auntie Molly,' he says. 'Draco and I are going to have a baby.' Let me tell you, I thought I was going to choke on my sandwich. That is NOT a nice way to make an announcement like that. I immediately thought that one of you was already pregnant, I began asking him a million questions. The hows, the whys, all of it. Then, I began lecturing him, telling him that the two of you were entirely too young to be having children, and did you even THINK about it before rushing in to something like this? Finally, he managed to break in and tell me that it hadn't happened yet, that you were just starting to try for a baby, and that yes you had both thought it out and were well prepared. I was rather impressed with how organized the two of you seemed. I was still a little apprehensive, but I gave him my full blessing, which is what I think he was after. I know how much he wanted to be the one to get pregnant, and after his miscarriage I was fully hoping that it would happen for him again. Now I understand why it didn't, and I couldn't be happier that you're the one who's pregnant. If things had been different . . . well, we won't get into that. Just know that Harry wanted a baby more than anything, and he would be so happy to know that he was having a little baby girl. He used to talk about being a father, and how he hoped that when it happened, the baby would look just like you, and have your intelligence and his personality. He loved you very much, Draco."

"I know he did, and I loved him, more than life itself. I just wish he were here with me, to experience this with me." Draco whispered, barely able to speak around the lump he got in his throat as he thought about Harry. About how Harry should be there, to see Draco pregnant, and to hold his daughter once she was born. In that moment, Draco missed Harry more than he had since Harry's death. "Aunt Molly, will you tell me more stories about him? Anything that you remember, big or small, anything at all . . .just so long as they are about him."

"Of course, dear. I'd love to." Molly smiled softly as she answered him. She placed an arm around his shoulders and lead him into the living room. There they sat for the rest of the afternoon, Draco laying across the couch with his head in Molly's lap as she told him story after story of times Harry had spent at her house. Somehow, hearing all of these things made Draco feel a tiny bit better, as if Harry was still with him, even if it was only in memories