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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Ron's intuition was correct. Around midnight, he heard Harry moving around, getting ready to leave. Luckily, his best friend forgot his invisibility cloak.
As soon as Harry left the room, he grabbed the cloak and raced after him. There was no way he'd lose him and not find out what was going on.
Just as he'd thought, his friend stopped in front of Malfoy's door. After a few quiet knocks, a sleep-looking Malfoy opened the door and let him in. Under the invisibility cloak, Ron managed to sneak in just before the door closed. He sat down in a corner that had full view of the entire room. And he watched the interplay between the two boys.
"What're you doing here," Draco asked, yawning.
"I just wanted to see if you were okay."
The blond's eyes narrowed. "Well I'm fine, so you can go."
"Malfoy, that isn't what I meant and you know it."
The Slytherin prefect sat on his bed, his arms crossed. After a few minutes of silence, he sighed and muttered, "I know."
A smile crossed Harry's face, and he sat beside the father of his baby. "You do know you owe me for what I did earlier. No one's happy about me losing thirty points like that for helping you."
Draco growled, knowing he was right. "Fine, what do I have to do?"
The Boy Who Lived leaned back, thinking over possible choices. How about having Draco be nice to Ron for a day? Nah, he was mad at Ron right now. Hmm...have him kiss him? Hey, where did that thought come from? Harry was bewildered. That thought just came out of nowhere, and he liked it. A lot.
Knowing he probably shouldn't ask for this request, he said quietly, "Kiss me."
Draco gasped loudly, effectively making Ron's tiny squeak of horror inaudible to them. "What?"
"You heard me. I want you to kiss me."
The Malfoy heir saw the confusion in Potter's eyes, knowing the teen didn't know why he was asking it. And Draco was confused as well. Why would someone who'd been his enemy so short a time ago want kiss?
Although...the thought did hold some appeal to the blue-eyed boy. The thought of his lips pressing against Harry's sent tiny shivers through him.
He simply replied, "All right."
Harry looked stunned. He'd expected the other boy to immediately refuse. But he hadn't...
Hesitantly, Draco got up onto his knees and moved closer to him. Shyly, Harry moved closer as well. Pretty soon, soft lips pressed against his in a gentle kiss. At the taste of each other's mouths, both boys pressed closer instinctively. It was heaven!
The brown-haired boy's tongue slipped into the parted mouth of the blond's, and they sighed at the sensation. Draco slipped his arms around Harry's neck, and ended up sitting on his lap, pressed against the other teen.
And suddenly, it wasn't just a simple kiss given in return for a favor. Mouths worked against each other, tongues battling in aggression. Harry's tan hands slid up under Draco's nightshirt, tickling the pale boy.
Draco broke the kiss, laughing. With a gleam in his eyes, he grabbed Harry's arms and raised them above his head. He used his body weight to push at the other boy until they were lying horizontally on the bed. This time, it was the blue-eyed Slytherin on top.
When Harry felt Draco's rounded belly pressing against him, a jolt of arousal sped through him. His baby was growing there, iright/i there. Feeling possessive of the smaller boy, he freed his arms and pulled him closer. Their mouths met in a hot, passionate kiss.
Neither of them noticed the door opening and closing, too busy with each other. Ron Weasely crept out of the room and leaned against the wall, his face bright red. What he'd seen would haunt him for the rest of his life!
How could Harry want to be near Malfoy, let alone be in a passionate embrace with him? The thought of him kissing Malfoy, their tongues entangled, disgusted Ron. It was unnatural!
And it wasn't the fact that they were both obviously gay. No, Ron had know about Harry's preferences for quite a while and was fine with it. It was the fact that he and Malfoy were...were...ilovers/i that really got to him.
Trying to slow his breathing after what he'd witnessed was hard, but he managed to look normal by the time he entered the Gryffindor common room and took the invisibility cloak off.
Unfortunately, his eyes were still filled with the shock and disgust from it. And when Hermione got up out of one of the big, comfy chairs, he knew she saw it. Anger crossed her face, and she stalked up close to him.
"How dare you follow him!" she yelled, shoving her hands against his chest.
"I had to! How else would I have found out that he's fucking Malfoy?!"
Her eyes blazed with even more anger. "You did not need to know that!"
"Yes I did! Harry's my best friend, and I had a right to know what's going on. Especially when he's doing something horrible like that! It was disgusting!" He looked positively murderous, and completely grossed out.
"It's Harry's right to who he's with!"
He glared at her. "Not when it's Malfoy."
"Especially when it's Malfoy." Uh oh...she shouldn't have said that.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked, looked suspicious.
She looked embarrassed that she'd given something away, and turned away from her boyfriend. "Nothing."
He grabbed her shoulder, spinning her around to face him again. "Yes, you do. Something's going on besides them screwing each other, and I want to know what it is."
"I'm not telling you."
"You have to. I'm your boyfriend!"
She screeched, "You don't know anything, Ron Weasely! I'm not telling you a thing!"
"Yes, you are. And you are going to be quiet before we wake everyone else up and bring them into this whole business," he told her, looking very serious.
Damn it all to a horrible, bloody hell! Hermione did not want to tell him anything, but she couldn't let the chance of anyone else finding out arise. Damn, damn, damn!
"All right, you really want to know? Malfoy's having Harry's baby."
His eyes bugged out, and a choked sound came from his throat. "W- what?!"
"You heard me. Something happened and now Malfoy's pregnant with Harry's child."
"You have got to be joking! This isn't possible!"
She grabbed his shirt and pulled him close. Hissing, she told him, "It is possible. And you are not going to tell a single soul."
"Oh come on, this can't be kept a secret!"
"Wanna bet?" she said, her eyebrows raised challengingly at him.
Hermione pulled out her wand and pointed it at him. Before he could do anything to stop her, she muttered, "Spaketus Nodalis."
"What did you do to me?"
"A simple spell to keep you from telling anyone what's happening with Harry and Malfoy. Any of it," she told him, looking particularly smug.
"That won't keep me from telling everyone that ferret-face is p-" he was cut off by a fit of coughing.
With wide eyes, he tried again. "That he's p-"
"Okay, then. I'll tell everyone that they're f-"
More coughing ensued. "Damn it all, Hermione!"
She grinned at him, before shooing him off to bed with the threat of another spell being put on him. When he was gone, she sighed. She didn't like putting any spells on him, she loved him. But it was for a good cause, and there was no other way to keep him quiet about it.
'Oh Ron, why do you have to be so contrary?' she whispered mentally before going up to bed herself.
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So how did you like this chapter? A bit interesting, I'd say. *grin* Anyway, I hope it was fun to read. I really enjoyed writing it. Ron can be a bit, how shall I put it, too red-headed for his own good? Hehe, anyway...
Sorry if the chapter wasn't all that long. I'll make it up by making the next one longer, okay? I promise!
Oh, and reviews are welcome! Thanks to anyone's who's reviewed so far. I love it when people rewiew and tell me how they like my story. Just please...no Flames. Constructive critisism is one thing, a whole review made up of mean comments is another. I don't like it when people are mean...it's not like any of us are professional writers here! And so what if cliches are sometimes used? There are so many cliches out there, anyone would be hard pressed to come up with a completely cliche-proof story. It's all on how you present things that matters!
Anyway, I'll leave now and stop being worked up about Flames...I got to work on the next chappies, now don't I?
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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Ron's intuition was correct. Around midnight, he heard Harry moving around, getting ready to leave. Luckily, his best friend forgot his invisibility cloak.
As soon as Harry left the room, he grabbed the cloak and raced after him. There was no way he'd lose him and not find out what was going on.
Just as he'd thought, his friend stopped in front of Malfoy's door. After a few quiet knocks, a sleep-looking Malfoy opened the door and let him in. Under the invisibility cloak, Ron managed to sneak in just before the door closed. He sat down in a corner that had full view of the entire room. And he watched the interplay between the two boys.
"What're you doing here," Draco asked, yawning.
"I just wanted to see if you were okay."
The blond's eyes narrowed. "Well I'm fine, so you can go."
"Malfoy, that isn't what I meant and you know it."
The Slytherin prefect sat on his bed, his arms crossed. After a few minutes of silence, he sighed and muttered, "I know."
A smile crossed Harry's face, and he sat beside the father of his baby. "You do know you owe me for what I did earlier. No one's happy about me losing thirty points like that for helping you."
Draco growled, knowing he was right. "Fine, what do I have to do?"
The Boy Who Lived leaned back, thinking over possible choices. How about having Draco be nice to Ron for a day? Nah, he was mad at Ron right now. Hmm...have him kiss him? Hey, where did that thought come from? Harry was bewildered. That thought just came out of nowhere, and he liked it. A lot.
Knowing he probably shouldn't ask for this request, he said quietly, "Kiss me."
Draco gasped loudly, effectively making Ron's tiny squeak of horror inaudible to them. "What?"
"You heard me. I want you to kiss me."
The Malfoy heir saw the confusion in Potter's eyes, knowing the teen didn't know why he was asking it. And Draco was confused as well. Why would someone who'd been his enemy so short a time ago want kiss?
Although...the thought did hold some appeal to the blue-eyed boy. The thought of his lips pressing against Harry's sent tiny shivers through him.
He simply replied, "All right."
Harry looked stunned. He'd expected the other boy to immediately refuse. But he hadn't...
Hesitantly, Draco got up onto his knees and moved closer to him. Shyly, Harry moved closer as well. Pretty soon, soft lips pressed against his in a gentle kiss. At the taste of each other's mouths, both boys pressed closer instinctively. It was heaven!
The brown-haired boy's tongue slipped into the parted mouth of the blond's, and they sighed at the sensation. Draco slipped his arms around Harry's neck, and ended up sitting on his lap, pressed against the other teen.
And suddenly, it wasn't just a simple kiss given in return for a favor. Mouths worked against each other, tongues battling in aggression. Harry's tan hands slid up under Draco's nightshirt, tickling the pale boy.
Draco broke the kiss, laughing. With a gleam in his eyes, he grabbed Harry's arms and raised them above his head. He used his body weight to push at the other boy until they were lying horizontally on the bed. This time, it was the blue-eyed Slytherin on top.
When Harry felt Draco's rounded belly pressing against him, a jolt of arousal sped through him. His baby was growing there, iright/i there. Feeling possessive of the smaller boy, he freed his arms and pulled him closer. Their mouths met in a hot, passionate kiss.
Neither of them noticed the door opening and closing, too busy with each other. Ron Weasely crept out of the room and leaned against the wall, his face bright red. What he'd seen would haunt him for the rest of his life!
How could Harry want to be near Malfoy, let alone be in a passionate embrace with him? The thought of him kissing Malfoy, their tongues entangled, disgusted Ron. It was unnatural!
And it wasn't the fact that they were both obviously gay. No, Ron had know about Harry's preferences for quite a while and was fine with it. It was the fact that he and Malfoy were...were...ilovers/i that really got to him.
Trying to slow his breathing after what he'd witnessed was hard, but he managed to look normal by the time he entered the Gryffindor common room and took the invisibility cloak off.
Unfortunately, his eyes were still filled with the shock and disgust from it. And when Hermione got up out of one of the big, comfy chairs, he knew she saw it. Anger crossed her face, and she stalked up close to him.
"How dare you follow him!" she yelled, shoving her hands against his chest.
"I had to! How else would I have found out that he's fucking Malfoy?!"
Her eyes blazed with even more anger. "You did not need to know that!"
"Yes I did! Harry's my best friend, and I had a right to know what's going on. Especially when he's doing something horrible like that! It was disgusting!" He looked positively murderous, and completely grossed out.
"It's Harry's right to who he's with!"
He glared at her. "Not when it's Malfoy."
"Especially when it's Malfoy." Uh oh...she shouldn't have said that.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked, looked suspicious.
She looked embarrassed that she'd given something away, and turned away from her boyfriend. "Nothing."
He grabbed her shoulder, spinning her around to face him again. "Yes, you do. Something's going on besides them screwing each other, and I want to know what it is."
"I'm not telling you."
"You have to. I'm your boyfriend!"
She screeched, "You don't know anything, Ron Weasely! I'm not telling you a thing!"
"Yes, you are. And you are going to be quiet before we wake everyone else up and bring them into this whole business," he told her, looking very serious.
Damn it all to a horrible, bloody hell! Hermione did not want to tell him anything, but she couldn't let the chance of anyone else finding out arise. Damn, damn, damn!
"All right, you really want to know? Malfoy's having Harry's baby."
His eyes bugged out, and a choked sound came from his throat. "W- what?!"
"You heard me. Something happened and now Malfoy's pregnant with Harry's child."
"You have got to be joking! This isn't possible!"
She grabbed his shirt and pulled him close. Hissing, she told him, "It is possible. And you are not going to tell a single soul."
"Oh come on, this can't be kept a secret!"
"Wanna bet?" she said, her eyebrows raised challengingly at him.
Hermione pulled out her wand and pointed it at him. Before he could do anything to stop her, she muttered, "Spaketus Nodalis."
"What did you do to me?"
"A simple spell to keep you from telling anyone what's happening with Harry and Malfoy. Any of it," she told him, looking particularly smug.
"That won't keep me from telling everyone that ferret-face is p-" he was cut off by a fit of coughing.
With wide eyes, he tried again. "That he's p-"
"Okay, then. I'll tell everyone that they're f-"
More coughing ensued. "Damn it all, Hermione!"
She grinned at him, before shooing him off to bed with the threat of another spell being put on him. When he was gone, she sighed. She didn't like putting any spells on him, she loved him. But it was for a good cause, and there was no other way to keep him quiet about it.
'Oh Ron, why do you have to be so contrary?' she whispered mentally before going up to bed herself.
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So how did you like this chapter? A bit interesting, I'd say. *grin* Anyway, I hope it was fun to read. I really enjoyed writing it. Ron can be a bit, how shall I put it, too red-headed for his own good? Hehe, anyway...
Sorry if the chapter wasn't all that long. I'll make it up by making the next one longer, okay? I promise!
Oh, and reviews are welcome! Thanks to anyone's who's reviewed so far. I love it when people rewiew and tell me how they like my story. Just please...no Flames. Constructive critisism is one thing, a whole review made up of mean comments is another. I don't like it when people are mean...it's not like any of us are professional writers here! And so what if cliches are sometimes used? There are so many cliches out there, anyone would be hard pressed to come up with a completely cliche-proof story. It's all on how you present things that matters!
Anyway, I'll leave now and stop being worked up about Flames...I got to work on the next chappies, now don't I?
