_____________________Operation: Voldie's Heir - Chapter Five______________________
"Wonder what's wrong with Malfoy." Ron commented as he, Harry, and Hermione watched the pale blonde run from the Great Hall with his mouth covered. "Looks like he going to throw up."
"He's done that three times this week, and it's only Tuesday!" Hermione informed them.
"I rather like the new look on him." Harry commented. Ron snickered next to him and Hermione simply smiled.
"Mr. Potter?" A voice cut through their conversation. They looked up to see Professor McGonogall standing behind them. "The Headmaster has requested your pressence in his office. Follow me."
Harry stood, telling the others he would see them later. He chased after McGonogall, who insisted on moving quickly down the hall. They reached the front of the office not too later and McGonogall sent him up the staircase after saying the password (Cockroach Clusters). Harry stepped into Dumbledore's office nervously.
The Headmaster was sitting behind his desk, lazily petting Fawkes. He smiled warmly at Harry as he entered and simply waited for him to sit down before speaking. "Harry, my boy, I have some very important news to tell you. It concerns Mr. Malfoy."
"Malfoy?" Harry eyed him.
"Yes." Dumbledore nodded and motioned toward the jar of lemon drops in offering. "Now, I believe you know that Mr. Malfoy's father has... connections with You-Know-Who?"
"Yeah, it's kind of obvious, sir."
"Exactly." Dumbledore gave him a hint of a smile. "Well, it seems that Voldemort decided to take Lucius' loyalty to his advantage and ordered his son to obtain something for him. Draco was forced, in a sense, to ensure his impregnation with a certain person... you." Harry's eyes bulged. "And it seems he suceeded."
Harry didn't know whether to be terrified at the idea of Draco being pregnant or angry at Dumbledore for being so cheerful at the idea. Instead, he chose to deny everything. "We never did anything! I swear! We just woke up drunk and-" Harry looked away. "Nevermind..."
"I'll say nothing of your drinking habits, Harry, but do try to not submit yourself to alchohol in the future, hmm?" Dumbledore requested. Harry nodded. Dumbledore glanced at his clock. "Oh dear, your late for Potions! Better run along now, don't want Professor Snape getting angry with you."
Harry let the Headmaster shuffle him out of his office and down to the corridor below in total shock. This was not happening to him, The Boy Who Lived. Harry shook his head and ignored the odd looks he got as he bumped into several people. The Boy Who Lived didn't get people pregnant. No, it didn't happen. Bloody Hell.
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Severus Snape watched the Golden Boy with amusement. He was in obvious distress and any other teacher would of attempted at comforting him, but everyone knew Snape was not your usual teacher. So when Harry Potter walked into Potions dazed and utterly confused, Snape had to force himself to not chuckle under his breath. Snape slowly sneered and strided forward a couple of steps, stopping in front of Harry's desk.
"Mr. Potter, you are fifteen minutes late for my class. Therefore I am forced to take fifteen points from Gryffindor." Snape swirled around, cloak billowing, to continue his lecture.
"Harry, what's wrong with you?" Hermione asked out fo the corner of her mouth, hoping that Snape will ignore her as usual.
"I'm having a baby." Harry replied, monotone.
"What?!" Ron exclaimed, resulting in everyone looking their way. Ron simply stared at Harry, then his eyes slowly began to drift. They stopped at a few of the girls. No, can't be them. Then oddly stopped on Draco Malfoy. The pale blonde was currently sneaking what looked to be a muggle Twizzler under the desk.
One thought led to another. Ron ignored the small thought of how cute Draco looked, and headed straight toward connecting the others. And promptly fainted.
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Draco Malfoy sighed in contentment. He knew this would be his only chance at peace for the day, so he revelled in it while he could. His new room, complete with a Hunter Green four-poster bed and a bath tub the size of the Alantic. He laid back in his bed, looking up at the canopy above dreamily. His eyes started to drift closed and he felt the start of sleep attack him.
And then someone knocked.
Growling, Draco jumped off the bed and stomped through the door, into the sitting room, and to the door that led to the dungeons beyond. He jerked the door open and glared at the grinning Blaise Zabini. Draco sighed and shifted to allow the Italian room to get through. "What do you want, Zabini?"
"I thought I'd let you know that the Fireball is about to be released from the Infirmary." Blaise explained, helping himself to a spot on the black leather couch.
"And?"
"And, he's not too happy with you." Blaise commented. Draco watched the boy lean back and stretch out his legs. "You know how he is about Potter, practically in love with him. Rather sad, when you think of it."
"What does this have to do with anything?" Draco demanded. "I'm hungry. I want to get to the kitchens."
"Geeze, you pregnant people sure do eat a lot." Blaise told him. "I don't remember momma eating that much at the beginning of her pregnancy with my little brother."
"Madame Pomfrey said it's becuase I'm male. I'm not meant to have children and my body is using a lot of energy up to adjust to it." Draco explained impatiently.
"So do you think you'll grow boobs?" Blaise asked bluntly. Draco narrowed his eyes.
"I'll choose to ignore that comment." Draco sighed and watched as Blaise fluffed up a couch pillow and place it behind his head. "Comfortable?"
"Of course."
"Good, then get out."
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i know this chapter is a bit short, sorry. but i wanted to get the whole harry and ron 'finding out', but not knwoing the truth, scene out fo the way. next chapter: harry is forced to go to a medical exam with draco. muwahahah! i'm so evil.
"Wonder what's wrong with Malfoy." Ron commented as he, Harry, and Hermione watched the pale blonde run from the Great Hall with his mouth covered. "Looks like he going to throw up."
"He's done that three times this week, and it's only Tuesday!" Hermione informed them.
"I rather like the new look on him." Harry commented. Ron snickered next to him and Hermione simply smiled.
"Mr. Potter?" A voice cut through their conversation. They looked up to see Professor McGonogall standing behind them. "The Headmaster has requested your pressence in his office. Follow me."
Harry stood, telling the others he would see them later. He chased after McGonogall, who insisted on moving quickly down the hall. They reached the front of the office not too later and McGonogall sent him up the staircase after saying the password (Cockroach Clusters). Harry stepped into Dumbledore's office nervously.
The Headmaster was sitting behind his desk, lazily petting Fawkes. He smiled warmly at Harry as he entered and simply waited for him to sit down before speaking. "Harry, my boy, I have some very important news to tell you. It concerns Mr. Malfoy."
"Malfoy?" Harry eyed him.
"Yes." Dumbledore nodded and motioned toward the jar of lemon drops in offering. "Now, I believe you know that Mr. Malfoy's father has... connections with You-Know-Who?"
"Yeah, it's kind of obvious, sir."
"Exactly." Dumbledore gave him a hint of a smile. "Well, it seems that Voldemort decided to take Lucius' loyalty to his advantage and ordered his son to obtain something for him. Draco was forced, in a sense, to ensure his impregnation with a certain person... you." Harry's eyes bulged. "And it seems he suceeded."
Harry didn't know whether to be terrified at the idea of Draco being pregnant or angry at Dumbledore for being so cheerful at the idea. Instead, he chose to deny everything. "We never did anything! I swear! We just woke up drunk and-" Harry looked away. "Nevermind..."
"I'll say nothing of your drinking habits, Harry, but do try to not submit yourself to alchohol in the future, hmm?" Dumbledore requested. Harry nodded. Dumbledore glanced at his clock. "Oh dear, your late for Potions! Better run along now, don't want Professor Snape getting angry with you."
Harry let the Headmaster shuffle him out of his office and down to the corridor below in total shock. This was not happening to him, The Boy Who Lived. Harry shook his head and ignored the odd looks he got as he bumped into several people. The Boy Who Lived didn't get people pregnant. No, it didn't happen. Bloody Hell.
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Severus Snape watched the Golden Boy with amusement. He was in obvious distress and any other teacher would of attempted at comforting him, but everyone knew Snape was not your usual teacher. So when Harry Potter walked into Potions dazed and utterly confused, Snape had to force himself to not chuckle under his breath. Snape slowly sneered and strided forward a couple of steps, stopping in front of Harry's desk.
"Mr. Potter, you are fifteen minutes late for my class. Therefore I am forced to take fifteen points from Gryffindor." Snape swirled around, cloak billowing, to continue his lecture.
"Harry, what's wrong with you?" Hermione asked out fo the corner of her mouth, hoping that Snape will ignore her as usual.
"I'm having a baby." Harry replied, monotone.
"What?!" Ron exclaimed, resulting in everyone looking their way. Ron simply stared at Harry, then his eyes slowly began to drift. They stopped at a few of the girls. No, can't be them. Then oddly stopped on Draco Malfoy. The pale blonde was currently sneaking what looked to be a muggle Twizzler under the desk.
One thought led to another. Ron ignored the small thought of how cute Draco looked, and headed straight toward connecting the others. And promptly fainted.
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Draco Malfoy sighed in contentment. He knew this would be his only chance at peace for the day, so he revelled in it while he could. His new room, complete with a Hunter Green four-poster bed and a bath tub the size of the Alantic. He laid back in his bed, looking up at the canopy above dreamily. His eyes started to drift closed and he felt the start of sleep attack him.
And then someone knocked.
Growling, Draco jumped off the bed and stomped through the door, into the sitting room, and to the door that led to the dungeons beyond. He jerked the door open and glared at the grinning Blaise Zabini. Draco sighed and shifted to allow the Italian room to get through. "What do you want, Zabini?"
"I thought I'd let you know that the Fireball is about to be released from the Infirmary." Blaise explained, helping himself to a spot on the black leather couch.
"And?"
"And, he's not too happy with you." Blaise commented. Draco watched the boy lean back and stretch out his legs. "You know how he is about Potter, practically in love with him. Rather sad, when you think of it."
"What does this have to do with anything?" Draco demanded. "I'm hungry. I want to get to the kitchens."
"Geeze, you pregnant people sure do eat a lot." Blaise told him. "I don't remember momma eating that much at the beginning of her pregnancy with my little brother."
"Madame Pomfrey said it's becuase I'm male. I'm not meant to have children and my body is using a lot of energy up to adjust to it." Draco explained impatiently.
"So do you think you'll grow boobs?" Blaise asked bluntly. Draco narrowed his eyes.
"I'll choose to ignore that comment." Draco sighed and watched as Blaise fluffed up a couch pillow and place it behind his head. "Comfortable?"
"Of course."
"Good, then get out."
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i know this chapter is a bit short, sorry. but i wanted to get the whole harry and ron 'finding out', but not knwoing the truth, scene out fo the way. next chapter: harry is forced to go to a medical exam with draco. muwahahah! i'm so evil.