______________Operation: Voldie's Heir - Chapter Six_________________
Ron narrowed his eyes at the pale blonde, but kept his mouth shut. This was Harry's choice, he wasn't going to get invovled. Harry slowly stepped up to the Slytherin table, glancing back at his backup, Ron and Hermione. Slowly, he lifted his finger and tapped Draco on the shoulder.
"What do you want, Potter?" The boy asked, not looking up from his plate. He continued to pile checken onto it, the stack of food reaching about five inches.
"We need to talk." Harry told him, watching as Crabbe reached over for a chicken leg and Draco growled at him. Crabbe quickly withdrew his hand and frowned at his leader.
"Now we don't."
"Yes we do."
"No, Potter, we don't need to right now. I'm eating."
"Malfoy, this is important." Harry insisted. Draco slowly looked up at him, glaring.
"Fine!" He spat out. The pale blonde stood and shoving Potter to the side on his way to the entrance hall. Harry, along with his backup, followed. Draco swirled around in Snape fashion. "What do you want?"
"We need to discuss how this is going to work." Harry informed him.
"No, Potter. There is no 'we'." Draco told him, waving his hand dismissively. "It's my problem, I'm taking care of it."
"No, your not. Not alone anyway." Harry sighed and gave Draco a slightly pleading look. Draco watched him, a bit shock at the emotion Harry was actually portraying towards him. "Malfoy, it's my kid too. I'm not going to toss it away and never think about it. I want to be there for it - no, him or her! Please?"
"Holy shit, Potter." Draco sneered. "Your quite the martyr aren't you? Stop being pathetic. Your not getting involved."
"Dammit, Malfoy!" Harry cursed. "Yes I am!"
"..." Draco thought a moment, looking Harry up and down. "Fine. But you want to take part in this? Your taking part in everything. Come to the Medical Ward this evening."
"Why?" Harry asked.
"So I can get the exam that Madame Pomfrey has been bugging me with over with. Your comming along for support." Draco smirked. "You sure your up to it, Golden Boy?"
"I'll be there." Harry glared at the Slytherin as he returned to the Great Hall.
"Are you sure that was a good idea?" Ron asked.
"Most likely not." Was Harry's reply.
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Draco opened the door to the Infirmary that evening, a smug look on his face. He knew Harry wouldn't show up. Potter would give up and Draco could push him to the side and never be bothered by him again. It was a simple enough plan.
Madame Pomfrey was bustling about the room when he entered. She looked up and immediately ushered him into a back room. His eyes widened as he looked at the sterile metal table that he was supose to lay on. He immediately informed Pomfrey that she was insane, and he wasn't sitting on that in the buff. It was this scene that Harry came upon.
"Geeze, Malfoy, just get on the thing." He told him. Draco's eyes snapped up and he glared at the green-eyed boy.
"I assume there is a reason for you to be here, Mr. Potter?" Madame Pomfrey asked, handing Draco a small white rope-type article of clothing that he assumed he was meant to wear.
"I'm... er... I-"
"He's the spawns creator." Draco supplied, stepping behind the provided screen to change.
"Honestly, Malfoy!" Harry exclaimed. "Don't call it that!"
"Well that's what it is, isn't it?" Draco asked, comming out into veiw and hopping onto the metal table. "You know why this happened, I know you do. It's a spawn."
"Whatever." Harry muttered.
"Shush." Madame Pomfrey suddenly said, tired of listening to them squabber. "You'll think differently when you see, trust me. They all do."
"Why do I have to lay here?" Draco whined.
"Becuase the spell I'm going to perform requires a sterile environment. Your dont' want to damage the baby." Pomfrey explained. "Now, first I have to cleanse you so I can exam you properly. Potter, you might as well help me. Merlin know he's gonna fidget."
Harry walked over to where Pomfrey indicated, eyes wide. He had absolutely no idea what to do or what Pomfrey planned on doing. Pomfrey calmly propped Draco's legs up on stirrups and looked up at Harry. "I need you to hold him down at the waist, please."
Harry glanced at Draco, who was shooting daggers at him, before carefully reaching over and placing his hands on Draco's hips. He immediately noticed that Draco had put on some weight. Of course he did, Harry mentally shook his head. He's like four months pregnant after all. Harry watched with horror and interest combined as Pomfrey attachted a plastic tube to the end of her wand. "What's that for?"
"Well, I gotta get in there, don't I?" Pomfrey replied offhandishly. Draco squeeked from the table and Harry had the feeling the tube had just found it's location. Pomfrey looked up over Draco's knees. "I'm going to use a mixture of water and a few cleansing herbs, all right?"
Draco didn't say anything, and Harry didn't blame him. Harry felt the muscles in Draco's hips restrict as they wasted for Pomfrey to start. "Holy bloody shit!"
"Now, now, Mr. Malfoy!" Pomfrey chuckled. Harry immediately tightened his hold on Draco as the boy attempted to move away from the school nurse. A second later, Pomfrey stood up and smiled sweetly at the Slytherin. "All done!"
"Bloody hell." Draco whispered. He turned and glared at Harry. "Say one word Potter and I'll feed you to the Dark Lord myself."
Harry simply waved his hand and watched Pomfrey. The nurse pulled a large bottle of green liquid out of a shelf and handed it to Draco. "Swallow it all." Draco obeyed, gagging slightly at the fowl taste. Pomfrey grabbed her wand, now devoid of tube, and pointed it at Draco's stomach. She muttered a word unheard by either. Both watch, Harry in slight amusement and Draco in horror, as his stomach glowed a faint green. Then a bubble appeared in the air.
"Ugh! What's that?" Draco asked.
"That is your child." Pomfrey said stiffly. Harry stared and Draco's jaw dropped open as they looked at the tiny fetus hovering above Draco's stomach. Harry took a step back, not noticing the suddenly calm look that had developed on Draco's face.
Harry proceeded to slowly step away , until he was at the door. He quickly muttered a bad excuse to leave, all before openign the door and running out. Draco glare in his direction, then returned to watching the bubble.
"Poor boy," Pomfrey muttered. "Probably just realized what he got himself into."
"Who cares about him?" Draco replied softly, still staring at the bubble. Pomfrey looked over at Draco a little shocked. It almost looked as thought the boy was happy about his pregnancy by the way he looked at the fetus. Hiding a smile, Pomfrey finished the exam and announced that Draco was perfectly healthy and shouldn't have any complications.
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next chapter: draco gets emotional
Ron narrowed his eyes at the pale blonde, but kept his mouth shut. This was Harry's choice, he wasn't going to get invovled. Harry slowly stepped up to the Slytherin table, glancing back at his backup, Ron and Hermione. Slowly, he lifted his finger and tapped Draco on the shoulder.
"What do you want, Potter?" The boy asked, not looking up from his plate. He continued to pile checken onto it, the stack of food reaching about five inches.
"We need to talk." Harry told him, watching as Crabbe reached over for a chicken leg and Draco growled at him. Crabbe quickly withdrew his hand and frowned at his leader.
"Now we don't."
"Yes we do."
"No, Potter, we don't need to right now. I'm eating."
"Malfoy, this is important." Harry insisted. Draco slowly looked up at him, glaring.
"Fine!" He spat out. The pale blonde stood and shoving Potter to the side on his way to the entrance hall. Harry, along with his backup, followed. Draco swirled around in Snape fashion. "What do you want?"
"We need to discuss how this is going to work." Harry informed him.
"No, Potter. There is no 'we'." Draco told him, waving his hand dismissively. "It's my problem, I'm taking care of it."
"No, your not. Not alone anyway." Harry sighed and gave Draco a slightly pleading look. Draco watched him, a bit shock at the emotion Harry was actually portraying towards him. "Malfoy, it's my kid too. I'm not going to toss it away and never think about it. I want to be there for it - no, him or her! Please?"
"Holy shit, Potter." Draco sneered. "Your quite the martyr aren't you? Stop being pathetic. Your not getting involved."
"Dammit, Malfoy!" Harry cursed. "Yes I am!"
"..." Draco thought a moment, looking Harry up and down. "Fine. But you want to take part in this? Your taking part in everything. Come to the Medical Ward this evening."
"Why?" Harry asked.
"So I can get the exam that Madame Pomfrey has been bugging me with over with. Your comming along for support." Draco smirked. "You sure your up to it, Golden Boy?"
"I'll be there." Harry glared at the Slytherin as he returned to the Great Hall.
"Are you sure that was a good idea?" Ron asked.
"Most likely not." Was Harry's reply.
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Draco opened the door to the Infirmary that evening, a smug look on his face. He knew Harry wouldn't show up. Potter would give up and Draco could push him to the side and never be bothered by him again. It was a simple enough plan.
Madame Pomfrey was bustling about the room when he entered. She looked up and immediately ushered him into a back room. His eyes widened as he looked at the sterile metal table that he was supose to lay on. He immediately informed Pomfrey that she was insane, and he wasn't sitting on that in the buff. It was this scene that Harry came upon.
"Geeze, Malfoy, just get on the thing." He told him. Draco's eyes snapped up and he glared at the green-eyed boy.
"I assume there is a reason for you to be here, Mr. Potter?" Madame Pomfrey asked, handing Draco a small white rope-type article of clothing that he assumed he was meant to wear.
"I'm... er... I-"
"He's the spawns creator." Draco supplied, stepping behind the provided screen to change.
"Honestly, Malfoy!" Harry exclaimed. "Don't call it that!"
"Well that's what it is, isn't it?" Draco asked, comming out into veiw and hopping onto the metal table. "You know why this happened, I know you do. It's a spawn."
"Whatever." Harry muttered.
"Shush." Madame Pomfrey suddenly said, tired of listening to them squabber. "You'll think differently when you see, trust me. They all do."
"Why do I have to lay here?" Draco whined.
"Becuase the spell I'm going to perform requires a sterile environment. Your dont' want to damage the baby." Pomfrey explained. "Now, first I have to cleanse you so I can exam you properly. Potter, you might as well help me. Merlin know he's gonna fidget."
Harry walked over to where Pomfrey indicated, eyes wide. He had absolutely no idea what to do or what Pomfrey planned on doing. Pomfrey calmly propped Draco's legs up on stirrups and looked up at Harry. "I need you to hold him down at the waist, please."
Harry glanced at Draco, who was shooting daggers at him, before carefully reaching over and placing his hands on Draco's hips. He immediately noticed that Draco had put on some weight. Of course he did, Harry mentally shook his head. He's like four months pregnant after all. Harry watched with horror and interest combined as Pomfrey attachted a plastic tube to the end of her wand. "What's that for?"
"Well, I gotta get in there, don't I?" Pomfrey replied offhandishly. Draco squeeked from the table and Harry had the feeling the tube had just found it's location. Pomfrey looked up over Draco's knees. "I'm going to use a mixture of water and a few cleansing herbs, all right?"
Draco didn't say anything, and Harry didn't blame him. Harry felt the muscles in Draco's hips restrict as they wasted for Pomfrey to start. "Holy bloody shit!"
"Now, now, Mr. Malfoy!" Pomfrey chuckled. Harry immediately tightened his hold on Draco as the boy attempted to move away from the school nurse. A second later, Pomfrey stood up and smiled sweetly at the Slytherin. "All done!"
"Bloody hell." Draco whispered. He turned and glared at Harry. "Say one word Potter and I'll feed you to the Dark Lord myself."
Harry simply waved his hand and watched Pomfrey. The nurse pulled a large bottle of green liquid out of a shelf and handed it to Draco. "Swallow it all." Draco obeyed, gagging slightly at the fowl taste. Pomfrey grabbed her wand, now devoid of tube, and pointed it at Draco's stomach. She muttered a word unheard by either. Both watch, Harry in slight amusement and Draco in horror, as his stomach glowed a faint green. Then a bubble appeared in the air.
"Ugh! What's that?" Draco asked.
"That is your child." Pomfrey said stiffly. Harry stared and Draco's jaw dropped open as they looked at the tiny fetus hovering above Draco's stomach. Harry took a step back, not noticing the suddenly calm look that had developed on Draco's face.
Harry proceeded to slowly step away , until he was at the door. He quickly muttered a bad excuse to leave, all before openign the door and running out. Draco glare in his direction, then returned to watching the bubble.
"Poor boy," Pomfrey muttered. "Probably just realized what he got himself into."
"Who cares about him?" Draco replied softly, still staring at the bubble. Pomfrey looked over at Draco a little shocked. It almost looked as thought the boy was happy about his pregnancy by the way he looked at the fetus. Hiding a smile, Pomfrey finished the exam and announced that Draco was perfectly healthy and shouldn't have any complications.
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next chapter: draco gets emotional