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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The next morning dawned bright and cheery, and Draco glared out his window. Why did it have to be so damned bright?! Especially on a day he was clearly dreading...

Sighing, he was about to get up and get dressed when there was a knock at his door. Hearing the impatient staccato of someone clearly angry at him, he knew it was Potter. It just had to be. The bloody git was a morning person after all, and he did have reason to be angry at Draco.

"All right, all right!" he muttered, manuevering his way out of his cozy bed. After brushing a hand through his hair and straightening his nightclothes, he opened the door and quickly ushered Potter inside before anyone saw him. They didn't need undue attention brought to themselves, especially concerning the situation they were in.

"Talk. Now." Potter stopped in the middle of the room and turned to face him, looking cold and angry.

"Hold on a bloody minute! I'm not even dressed. And what's the deal, dragging me out of my bed this early?!" Draco yelled, pacing in front of The Boy Who Lived.

Immediately looking a little worried, Harry said, "Hermione told you not to get stressed. So calm down before something happens!"

"I don't want to calm down! It's hard enough as it is, not getting enough sleep because of having to go to the bathroom at all hours of the night. But you have interrupt what precious little sleep I get? Hell no, I'm not going to calm down!" the blue eyed boy yelled, deciding that he didn't need to mention the fact that he'd already been awake when Potter came. He was angry at the brown-haired teen for his abruptness, and the git wasn't about to get away without a thorough thrashing. Verbal thrashing, that is.

All anger had drained from Harry's eyes, and he was looked more than a bit worried. Draco was getting too agitated, especially after what had happened the day before. He didn't want a repeat of that kind of scare!

"Please! Think of the baby," he pleaded, taking a beseeching step towards the angry Slytherin.

Finally, Draco calmed down, taking a few deep breaths. He knew Potter was right, he couldn't afford to get himself all worked up like that. It's just, the damned idiot made him so mad sometimes!

He sat down on his bed, staring at his stomach. Rubbing a hand over the slight rounding, he began to talk. "I didn't tell you about the baby because I was afraid. It's not normal, and I just couldn't get over the fact that something this twisted was happening to me. Me, Draco Malfoy! I was afraid you'd, I don't know...completely reject me and treat me like a freak? I'm just so scared about all of this. And I can't let anyone else find out, I'd be treated like a complete and utter freak!"

Tears shone in his crystal-blue eyes, and Harry felt his heart go out to the boy. 'How hard this must be on him,' he thought. He walked over to the bed and sat down beside the almost-crying teen, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

Draco leaned against him, feeling so foolish and out of control. Here he was, taking comfort from his enemy, crying like a baby. He sniffed, wiping the back of his hand against his eyes. It came away wet with his salty tears, and that made him cry harder. Why did this have to happen to him? Why?

"Shh. It's okay, everything will be fine," Potter whispered, brushing a hand through Draco's blond locks. How soft his hair was without all the gel in it.

Draco wondered why the other boy was being so nice to him. They'd been enemies for so long, how could they be nice to each other? It didn't make any sense! 'I was such a cretin to him and his friends. How can he suddenly forget all that and be so nice to me?'

"I don't want to have a baby! I'm too young, I'm a guy, I just can't!" he cried out, burying his face against Harry's shoulder.

"Shh. Yes, you can. It'll be fine, you'll see." Harry felt a prickling of tears in his own eyes at the pain and fear in his nemesis' voice.

Draco suddenly looked up, a raw look in his blue eyes. "How will it be fine? I'm having a baby, I don't have a family, and you hate me! I'm all alone. Nobody really cares about me, nobody really loves me!"

A jolt went through Harry at those words. He didn't hate Draco anymore. Somehow, his feelings had changed and he no longer disliked the boy he'd hated for years. He didn't know how it was possible, but it was.

"I don't hate you," he whispered, pulling Malfoy closer.

An child-like look filled the Slytherin's eyes. A look that only appeared in the eyes of a child who'd been through so much badness, and yet was still so innocent, so trusting. A look that said, 'I'll give you my trust, but please don't hurt me. I can't take any more pain.'

"Really?" he asked, that innocent look in his eyes so open, so pleading.

Harry responded to that look with a vehement, "No! And I do care about you."

The other boy managed a small smile that glowed in his wet eyes. He snuggled closer to him, reminding the Golden Boy even more of a trusting, little child. Emotions coursed through Harry, turbulent emotions that tumbled through the barrier he'd built in his mind. No one had ever curled up close to him and given them their innocent trust. He'd never had someone to hold like this.

His arms tightened around Draco, pulling the other teen closer. This feeling felt so nice, this just sitting there curled up together. It was so calm, so peaceful. Something Harry had never really felt before.

They stayed that way for a while, until they noticed that they'd missed breakfast and would be late for their first class unless they got a move on. Draco wasn't even dressed!

The blond-haired teen scrambled up and threw his clothes on in a hurry, trying not to let the peaceful feeling dissipate. It was nice to have someone care about you as other than an heir or a tool. Someone to actually care about you as a person.

"Thanks," he whispered to Harry as they left the room.

The other boy smiled, and they walked down to Potions together. Of course, they ended up being ten minutes late and twenty points were taken off from each house by an angry Professor Snape. But because everyone else was already paired up for the day, they ended up having to be partners. They were glad about this, but made sure to make some convincing grumbles and glares about it.

Of course, Draco was wary about Potions now, even though he hadn't had a single messed up potion since that incident with Longbottom. He just didn't trust any potions now, carrying the product of one inside himself now.

He and Potter were almost done mixing the potion when his partner suddenly whispered, an urgent look in his eyes. "Your robe!"

The Slytherin glanced down and realized that his robe had fallen open, and was gaping pretty badly. Shit! His eyes wide and slightly panicked, he quickly closed the robe, looking around to see if anyone had seen the roundedness of his belly. Luckily, no one had.

"You have to be more careful," Potter whispered a few minutes later when he was sure no one would hear him.

A scowl crossed the blond's face. "I know! You don't have to tell me anything, Potter!" he hissed, glaring.

"Do stop your pathetic arguing, gentlemen. It is quite annoying, I can assure you," Snape's oily voice interrupted any retort Harry might've made.

Both of them looked properly chastened, hoping Snape wouldn't take any points off for it. Luckily he didn't take any points off. Instead, he said, "Malfoy, you'll drink this potion to see if you two made it correctly. You never know, with Mr. Potter here."

A terrified look flashed in Draco's eyes before it was quickly veiled by a mask of indifference. But Harry saw it, and inwardly cringed. What if they had made it wrong? And even if it was correct, it wasn't safe for Draco to be taking any potions that could potentially harm him. Side effects and such.

Draco looked at the cauldron filled with the strength potion with barely concealed trepidation. Oh God, what if it harmed the baby?

His partner said quickly, "I'll drink it, sir."

Snape stared at Potter with a slightly amused look in his coal black eyes. "While I applaud your enthusiasm, Potter, I must insist that Mr. Malfoy here test the potion."

Harry winced, knowing there was no way he could stop Draco from drinking the stupid potion...unless...

Thinking quickly, he crabbed a cup and said, "Here, I'll get it for you, Malfoy."

After he ladled a generous portion of the potion into the cup, he was giving it to Draco when he pretended to lose his balance. The result? He dropped the cup and knocked the cauldron over, effectively spilling all of it.

"Potter, you clumsy fool! That's thirty points from Gryiffindor!"

Harry winced, knowing his friends would be quite angry with him. Losing points for their house for helping Malfoy? A disgrace!

But when he saw the look of gratitude in Draco's eyes, he knew it was worth it. There was no way he was going to let anything harm his baby, or the father of that baby. There was no way in hell!

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At supper later that day, Ron confronted him, just as he knew he would. "How could you do that? Helping Malfoy?!"

"Maybe I was in a charitable mood?" he snapped, shoving a spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

"Charitable mood towards the ferret?! Have you gone off your rocker?"

"Shut up, Ron," Hermion interjected, knowing exactly why Harry had helped the Slytherin earlier.

The red-haired boy stared at his girlfriend in shock. What did she just say? Had she actually told him to shut up about Malfoy? What was going on here?

"But-"

"I said drop it," she told him through clenched teeth.

Seeing the uncompromising look in her eyes, he slumped in his seat. Something fishy was going on, and he was going to get to the bottom of it. His two best friends defending Malfoy? Inconceivable!

It bothered him, but what really bothered him was what he saw in Malfoy's eyes when he looked over at Harry. There was a look of trust in his normally cold eyes.

Malfoy, trusting Harry? What could Harry have done to cause trust in his sworn enemy? It just didn't make any sense. And the fact that Hermione was involved, that just made things even more puzzling.

'I can't have my girlfriend hanging around a snake like that,' he thought to himself, feeling anger stirring in his breast. There was no way he could let that go! He had to do something, had to figure out what was going on. Just, how was he going to do this?

Hmm...following Harry didn't sound like such a bad idea. He had the suspicion that his best friend would be going to meet the ferret tonight. How did he know this? The gut instincts of a best friend who knew Harry Potter very well, he guessed.

'Don't you worry, Malfoy. I'm going to get to the bottom of this, and you'll be sorry you ever messed with Ron Weasely's best friends."

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Hiya. So how'd you like this chapter? I promised some interesting stuff would happen between Harry and Draco, and it did! Even though it wasn't exactly romance, I thought it was pretty good. And anyway, it's better if I develop things a bit between them before I can get into the heavier stuff like love, and such.

Well, I hope you like this. I've already got some more chapters written, so you won't have to wait long for the next chapter. This story is just going so quick, it's so fun and easy to write. I don't know, I just love HARRYxDRACO and mpreg...

Oh, and reviews would be really welcome. I feel a lot more motivated when I know people are reading my stuff and like it. The more reviews, the quicker the story gets updated. You don't want me to become a hermit, now do you? Hehe, anyway. I won't take up any more of your time. It's off to Idea Land for more ideas for the story for me...