Slamming Harry into the wall Snape's face was only a few inches away when he started screaming at the boy. "I told you to watch over her, NOT to knock her up!"

All and any thoughts of screaming back vanished, "She's pregnant?!?" Harry questioned in an astonished whisper. Next to Snapes booming vocals it was barely audible.

"How very like your father, Potter. Of course you didn't know! Why would any of this effect the Great Boy Who Lived! What's a few illegitimate children here and there to the worlds savoir? Had to spread the charm, didn't you? You can just walk away and leave ME to look after them both! You must be so relieved this happened!" Snape's face was an extremely unhealthy shade of reddish purple as he continued to slam the boy into the wall at irregular intervals.

Panicked green eye's looked up into black ones, "Is she alright?! Is the child all right?! What happened?!" Harry was starting to hyperventilate. Horrible thoughts were rushing through his head. What if Draco was dead? No! He couldn't think like that. But she was pregnant with his child? He was going to be a father?

"Don't worry Potter! You don't have to pretend to care now, I've seen miscarriages before."

Harry looked up into the scornful and pained face of his professor and slowly registered this information. He wasn't going to be a father? And Snape thought that would make him happy... "You Moron, I LOVE her, I love her more that life itself, so don't you DARE say I don't care!!"

The hall was suddenly a deathly quiet, the only sound a faint echoing from the boys screamed response. Harry's eyes widened and a hand came up to cover his mouth in a futile attempt to stop the words already escaped. Did he love Draco?

Snapes enraged _expression turned to confusion and calculating calm as he released the boys collar and backed away two paced to lean back on the opposite wall. This changed things considerably.

But before either had regained their voices, loud and pounding footsteps were heard rounding the corner. Moments later a flushed and panting Blaise Zabini stepped out in front of them. The young Slytherin stopped when he spotted his head of house and he doubled over slightly to regain his breath, panting out between gasps for air, "Professor. . . Cory. . .she's in the. . . Hospital. . . asking. . .for you and Harry". Taking a large gulp of air and straightening out he looked directly into black eyes as he continued, "Madam Pomfrey said she'll be fine."

There was a moment of complete stillness in the corridor before Harry broke out into a run. He made his way as fast as his legs would carry him through the labyrinthine halls towards the Hospital wing. The sound of two sets of feet following him could be heard from behind, and still he couldn't bring himself to care about anything ales but to reach his destination.

When he finally reached the hospital wing it was to be greeted with an expressionless Veela and a busy nurse tucking the sheet in around her. Harry realised immediately that something had to be wrong, Draco hated the nurse with a fiery passion. She would never sit still and let herself be tended to by the old woman. "Madam Pomfrey?" He asked just as his old professor arrived and refused entrance to Blaise.

The old nurse looked up at then with sorrow in her eyes and led them to her office to talk. "I'm sorry, Harry. Am I to take it you where the father?" Harrys heart sank. 'where the father', not 'are the father'. It was clear what had happened. Pomfrey continued to explain non the less, "She lost the baby. Veela aren't really made for child birth. . . but I'm sure Severus can explain that to you later. I suppose I should not have let you leave here with her after her change without supplying birth control. I had assumed you would take care of it yourself, but well, given that Draco was a boy I suppose neither of you considered this possibility?"

Harry was staring at the floor blankly. He felt numb. Some small part of his brain was screaming with joy that Draco was not dead. . .but the part of him mourning his child was progressively beating that urge to death with sharp pointy things. It was wrong to find anything happy about this situation. "She should be fine my morning. I'll let you talk to her alone. I have to go report to the Headmaster anyway." With that the nurse stood up and left. Harry and Snape sat in silence for what felt like and eternity. They could hear the soft tick-tock of a clock echoing from the other room. The slight rustle of sheet from Draco shifting in her bed and the slowly fading clinking of Madam Pomfreys heals as they descended down the long corridor. With all the students outside it felt like the school was as dead as the child lost within it's grounds not an hour ago.

Finally Snape stood and spoke, "What are you going to do?" His voice was laced with uncertainty and sorrow. It made the normally booming and malicious voice seem deeper and softer. The words ran over Harrys skin like velvet as he realised what he wanted. He wanted a family. He wanted to have a child, and he wanted that child to be Draco Malfoys. Looking up at his professor the boy filled with new determination. "I'm going to ask her to marry me."

The slytherin seemed slightly taken aback by this statement, but nodded his head and left none the less. Stealing his courage Harry walked into the hospital and up to the blond bed. She looked back at him with empty eyes.

"Draco," He began, "I'm really sorry. I had no idea. . . if I had I may have realised this sooner." The Veela looked up at him, empty eyes filling with confused curiosity. "I love you, Draco. I want to have a family with you, and for us to spend the rest of our lives together. I want to grow old surrounded by our great, great, great grandchildren groaning at us to stop kissing because we're too old it's gross." Harry paused to take a deep breath, "I want you to marry me."

The blonds eyes widened further and a sneer slowly crept to her face, "Marry you?. . . Have you completely lost your bloody mind? I'm not 'Cory', Potter. I'm not some poor Veela girl you got up-the-duff and now you have to make into an honest women. I don't want your Pity!" Draco looked up at Harry with a mixture of scorn and disgust as the Potter boy made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat and seated himself on the edge of the bed.

"No, Draco your not hearing me! I LOVE you! Seeing you carried off the field covered in blood was the scariest thing I've ever had to do. This isn't pity and I'm not being a noble Griffindoor. . . I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Draco shifted uncomfortably and found herself unable to look Harry in the eye. Staring off at the other beds she managed to reply in a small voice, "Cory doesn't plan on being around for the rest of your life, Harry. And Draco's a boy. In case you've forgotten, you're not gay. . . "

Harry rushed in to stop her. He couldn't believe the things Draco was saying! Didn't she understand what the word 'love' meant!?! "Draco! I LOVE you! YOU! Not Cory. . . not some Veela women. I love YOU!" But before he could finish Madam Pomfrey walked over from her office and he found he didn't want to have this conversation in front of the old nurse.

"Harry?" The brunet looked up into those silver eyes trying to converse his sincerity with his own green ones. "Just go back to the rooms and forget it, OK? Just go away. . ."

Confused and unsure of what to do, Harry got up and complied with her wishes. That was not how he had imagined his proposal going. In fact, that was worse then the worst case scenario he had in his head. He hadn't even considered leaving the infirmary still un-engaged. With a slump in his shoulders and a million thoughts rushing through his mind Harry made his way back to his private rooms to sulk. Alone.