SUMMARY: Draco is forced to make a potion with Neville Longbottom and of course it gets screwed up. Although no one knows it, the potion they thought was a simple warmth potion ends up becoming Draco's worst nightmare. Or will it become his biggest miracle? (SLASH, MPREG) Be warned, this is a HARRYxDRACO fic.

Author's Note: I will try to stick to each character's personality as much as possible, but forgive me if anyone seems a bit OOC at times. Thanks! Oh yeah, and no flames please!

Diclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and neither am I making money for writing this pathetic attempt of a fanfic.

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-~WORST NIGHTMARE...OR BIGGEST MIRACLE?~-

-Chapter Three: Uh Oh, This Isn't Good...

Seven weeks passed, with no one any the wiser about the night Harry and Draco spent up in the Astronomy Tower. Both of the boys thought they'd be able to put the night behind them forever, but unfortunately, luck wasn't with them.

For the eighth morning in a row, Draco was kneeling in front of the toilet. No, he wasn't praying to the bathroom gods. He was vomiting everything up that he'd eaten since the last time he'd thrown up.

After wiping his mouth with his sleeve, he flushed the toilet and groaned. When was this going to end? Something must be horribly wrong with him! He knew he didn't have the flu since there weren't any other symptoms besides a faint dizziness that sometimes plagued him. There was mostly only this morning ritual of puking.

Finally, he knew he had to go see Madame Pomfrey. He'd put it off long enough, thinking it was only a simple stomach virus that would go away within twenty-four hours. No such luck.

Draco managed to leave the toilet long enough to drag himself down to the infirmary, which was thankfully empty. He didn't want anyone to know that he, Draco Malfoy, was horribly sick.

Madame Pomfrey immediately bustled over to him once she saw his paler- than-normal face. "Let's have a look at you, Mr. Malfoy. You certainly don't look so good."

He managed a sickly looking glare at her for stating the obvious, and sat down on one of the beds. She quickly and efficiently asked him about his symptoms and inspected him. Expecting her to immediately know what was wrong with him, he was surprised when a puzzled look crossed her face.

Looking for all the world, stumped, Madame Pomfrey looked him over again. Surely she must've missed something, because there wasn't anything physically wrong with him. Yet there was no denying that he was sick because of his appearance. He looked pale and exhausted, which healthy people simply don't look like.

Draco managed to catch what she was muttering as she walked away to grab a book of diseases from her office. "...has all the symptoms of pregnancy, but that's impossible as he's a male..."

A shudder passed through the blond-haired teen and he gulped. He had the sinking suspicion that maybe that wasn't too far off the mark. There was that potion he'd had to drink after Neville had screwed up the ingredients on. Of course, Snape had said it had been a simple warmth potion he'd drank. But...people couldn't be right all the time.

Feeling slightly nauseous again, he stood up and rushed out of the infirmary towards the library. Luckily, no one was there this early in the morning. Most people were still in the Great Hall, eating breakfast. 'Ugh, don't think of food...'

He quickly got to work, leafing through numerous books for any hint of any cases involving male pregnancy. It took him awhile, and he skipped two classes to do it, but he finally found the text he needed. In a book called, 'Miracles You Don't See Everyday', he found exactly what he was looking for. Chapter Four talked about male pregnancy, but with a surprising twist. It read:

-Although male pregnancy is not a common occurence, it is indeed possible. There is a potion a male can drink to indeed become fertile and become pregnant. But although the potion is easy to make, there is a hitch which has caused the potion to fall into obscurity. The male who drinks the potion must come into contact with his soulmate within twenty-four hours or else it doesn't work. And even if the male drinks it again, it never works again. But once the male touches his soulmate, the potion causes them to mate, even if they hate each other at the time. When they mate, the male who drank the potion becomes pregnant. The pregnancy is much like a normal female pregnancy, with a few exceptions. For males, the necessary equipment appears after the mating and disappears after birth. Also, the necessary birth canal appears just before birth and disappears afterwards as well.-

Draco quit reading after that, sure that he would faint if he read any more. But before he closed the book, he glanced at the list of ingredients for the potion and grimaced. Yes, he had definitely taken this potion. There was one ingredient that differed between this and the warmth potion. Instead of fyntroth petal, the pregnancy potion required fyntroth root. And he distinctely remembered that Longbottom had told him to put the fyntroth root in. Damn!

He shut the book with a loud slam, dropping his head into the circle of his arms. The thing that got him most about it was the fact that the pregnancy potion mentioned soulmates. And there was no doubting that he'd mated with his soulmate. It wouldn't be so bad if his soulmate wasn't Potter. How could they be soulmates? It just wasn't possible...and yet it was. Bloody hell!

Hearing someone cough from behind him caused Draco to jerk out of his thoughts and turn towards the sound. Who dared to intrude on him?!

When he saw that none other than Hermione Granger stood there, he swallowed any angry remark he was about to utter. He ignored the fact that she looked murderously at the books littered haphazardly everywhere. She was going to help him, even if she didn't know it yet.

"How dare you treat books-" she started to hiss at him before he grabbed her arm and pulled her into the seat next to him.

"I need your help."

Those four words shut her up quite nicely, and she stared at him in shock. Draco Malfoy asking her for help? Unheard of! But there was a look in his eyes that was very un-Draco like. A look of pleading and desperation. He really did need her help, and was putting up his usual cold mask to do it.

He shoved the book he'd been reading in front of her and pointed at her to read. Curiosity overcame her shock, and she quickly began reading.

Hermione abruptly stopped half-way through, her eyes wide. "You can't mean that..."

He nodded miserably, whispering, "That potion Snape made me drink, it was actually this one."

"But you should be fine then...don't tell me you found your soulmate!"

"Shh! And yes, I did."

She stared at him in wonder. How was this possible? "I can't believe it! This is simply amazing."

Draco looked at her as if she were crazy. "No it's not!"

"And why not? You should be thrilled you found your soulmate."

He looked away from her, biting his lip. "My soulmate and I aren't exactly on good terms."

"Who is it?"

Suddenly, Draco's normal, cold mask fell into place and he hissed, "You don't need to know that, mudblood."

"Cut the act, Malfoy. I know your real self now, thanks to a few minutes ago."

A scowl settled across his fair features, and he muttered, "Fine. It's Potter."

Hermione looked as if he's just told her Voldemort was his wife. "WHAT?!"

"Shut it! I don't need this broadcast all over school," he whispered harshly.

She ducked her head, embarrassed that she'd actually breached library etiquette and gone above a whisper. "You can't be serious."

"Granger, I'm as serious as serious gets."

The bushy-haired girl realized that he was dead-serious, and felt her heart pounding furiously. "Uh oh, that isn't good."

"You're telling me!"

It definitely wasn't good at all. Harry and Draco hated each other! And now they were having a baby together? Shit, this was horrible! It was worse than horrible. It was a catastrophe!

Just as they heard some other students entering the library, Draco leaned close to Hermione and whispered forcefully, "If you breathe a single word of this to Potter, you'll regret you were ever born. For that matter, if you tell anyone what I told you, you're going to wish your parents were never born. Got it?"

She nodded, but told him, "I'm going to check up on you every week, though. I'll have to make sure the pregnancy is progressing healthily."

Draco nodded, knowing that this was something he'd have to give in on. Staying healthy and having a healthy baby were important. He sighed, knowing his life as he knew it was officially over. Agreeing with a mudblood, now that was just plain wrong.

"Oh, and Malfoy, you'd better tell Harry before it's too late."

He growled and left, knowing that she was right again. He'd have to tell Potter before his stupid pregnancy became obvious. There would be hell to pay if he found out from someone other than himself. Definite hell to pay...