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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Two weeks passed by comfortably, things pretty much calm for a while. Draco and Harry had woken up in each other's arms, this time not regretting their night of passion. They continued meeting in private at night, loving the precious hours spent in each other's arms. The whole time wasn't spent making love, they spend a lot of time just talking and cuddling.
Meanwhile, Ron was frustrated and angry at what Hermione had done to him. Whenever he saw Malfoy, he just wanted to cream the jerk. But he couldn't, knowing Harry would kill him for harming his lover.
It was just wrong, though, Malfoy carrying Harry's baby. And he could see the small bulge if he managed to catch Malfoy with his robe opened. He didn't know how the ferret could keep something like that hidden for long. That stupid robe wasn't going to hide his growing belly forever.
Draco knew this, and felt more and more trepidation as the days went by. His stomach was starting to noticeably round, and he had to keep and almost constant watch on his robe to make sure it stayed closed. If anyone noticed...
He sometimes saw Dumbledore looking at him with a strange gleam in his eyes, and the Slytherin could almost swear that the old man knew. He probably did, he knew everything that went on at Hogwarts. Yet why didn't he say anything? This was something big, and Dumbledore keeping it a secret just didn't make any sense.
Comfortably resting in Harry's arms one afternoon after a cancelled Care of Magical Creatures class because of some incident with a new shipment of creatures, Draco sighed and looked at his belly.
Harry's hand was slowly rubbing it, the heat of his hand feeling pretty good. Draco couldn't figure out how his lover was being so calm about the whole thing. Himself, he was terrified!
"Potter, how can you be so calm?" he asked, finally voicing his puzzlement.
The other boy sighed, his hand stopping its movements. "I guess I'm just trying to ignore the future for now. Not very smart, but I don't want to get worked up about something we have no control over."
Draco stiffened. "I can't stand this, though! I don't know what's going to happen, and I just don't think I'm ready for this kind of responsibility."
His boyfriend's arms tightened around him, drawing him even closer. "Yes you are, even though you don't think so at the moment. You'll do fine."
A knock at the door interrupted their conversation, and Harry hid under the bed. Draco grabbed his robe, threw it on, and went to answer it. He sighed in relief at the sight of Hermione, but stiffened at the sight of the weasel.
"What's he doing here?" he ground out between gritted teeth, anger coursing through him.
"Relax. He knows."
"Why the bloody hell did you tell him?!"
"Because I saw you and Harry about to f-" Ron yelled, crossing his arms over his chest.
All the blood rushed from the Slytherin's face, and he gasped. He knew what the weasel had been about to say. Remembering a faint click the night they had been together two weeks ago, he knew that it had been the door as Weasely left.
Enraged, he grabbed the red-head's throat and shoved him against the wall. "You god-damned son of a bitch! I'm gonna kill you for that!"
"Not if I kill him first," Harry's hard voice said.
Hermione suddenly yelled, "Calm down! I already punished him for it. And he can't tell anyone, because I put a spell on him."
Her boyfriend nodded, and choked out, "She hasn't let me hug her or anything for the past two weeks."
Draco smiled maliciously at this. What a hardship it must be on the weasel to be banned from touching his precious girlfriend for so long. He let go of the red-haired teen and stepped back.
His boyfriend's arms wrapped around him, and he leaned back. No one missed the disgusted look on Weasely's face, but they all ignored it.
"I found a spell that'll hide your belly from everyone but the people who you want to see it," Hermione said a few seconds later, a a grin on her face.
"What? That's the best news I've heard in weeks!" the blond-haired boy exclaimed, grabbing Harry's arms in excitement.
"It won't hurt the baby, will it?" Harry's concerned voice interjected before anyone could say anything else.
She shook her head. "No. It won't do anything to hurt the baby. It's just an illusory spell anyway, a really simply one."
The two boys sighed in relief, looking at each other with happy grins on their faces. Harry put a hand on his lover's stomach, and rubbed it. His boyfriend grinned, placing one of his own hands over Harry's.
Ron muttered a few things, none of them good. Again, he was ignored as Hermione said the words of the spell.
"Oh, just remember one thing. Don't let other people get too close or else they'll feel your belly. This is just an illusion. It doesn't change what's there."
They nodded, storing this information in their minds. That would be easy, Draco never got too close to people anyway.
Another knock on the door made everyone freeze. This visitor would definitely be someone who didn't know about the pregnancy. Draco shooed everyone into the bathroom and shut the door, but not before he gave his boyfriend a quick kiss.
"Hey Draco, why've you been missing so much lately? You rarely come to breakfast anymore, and barely talk to anyone when you do," Blaise Zabini said, as the Slytherin walked into the room.
Draco inwardly groaned. Just what he needed, Zabini here to annoy him. They were friends, but now he just seemed irritating to the blond.
"I've been busy, and haven't really been hungry lately."
The other boy didn't look convinced, but let it slide. Not a good thing to get Malfoy mad, he loved hexing people who irritated him.
Slouching in a comfy chair by the small fireplace, he said, "So, why are you hanging around Potter so much?"
The blue-eyed seventeen year old froze, trying to think of a plausible answer. "A certain plot that doesn't concern you."
It was a good thing that being a bad liar was not something Draco Malfoy was. Deception was his strongest suit, having learned it in the cradle.
Luckily, Zabini believed him. "You gonna trick them into believing you've changed and then spring a trap on them?"
"Something like that," he answered, trying to be as vague as possible.
"Let me in on it."
"No!" he said, just a bit too loudly.
Looking affronted, Zabini stood up and walked closer to his friend. "Okay, okay. I was just asking."
"Yeah, well don't ask again. This is my plot, and it has nothing to do with you," Draco told him, slipping deeper into his Malfoy mask of cold aloofness.
"Well...I guess I better be going. You will tell me when you're gonna spring this trap, right?"
The blond-haired boy simply raised an eyebrow at this, arrogantly smirking. Yeah, sure, he wouldn't tell Zabini if there even was a bloody trap in the first place. Blaise was one of the biggest gossips at Hogwarts, perhaps the biggest of them all!
Draco sighed in relief as his fellow Slytherin left, shutting the door firmly behind him. Now that he was spending so much time with open, caring Potter, it was getting harder to keep the mask in place. The mask he'd had for so many years.
"Phew! That was a close one," Hermione exclaimed as the three Gryffindors came out of hiding from the bathroom.
Ron was looking a little green, having obviously seen the bottles of oil and lotion, and those nice scented candles in the bathroom. He didn't even want to think about what went on when Harry and Draco were alone at night.
"Damn, if Zabini is becoming a little suspicious...things aren't looking too good. What if he finds out that there is no plot to spring a nasty trap on us?" Harry said, looking concerned.
His boyfriend sighed, knowing he was right. Zabini wasn't stupid like Crabbe or Goyle, he'd figure out what was going on before long. Well, at least not the pregnancy part, he hoped.
Abruptly, the clock chimed the hour and Harry looked at the time in horror. "Oh no, I'm going to be late for practice!"
"You better go, then. Try not to take too long, though," Draco said to him, pushing him out the door when he was reluctant to leave.
"You'll be okay alone?"
The Slytherin instantly assured him, "Yes. I've been alone most of my life. I'll be fine."
"And I'll be here! I've got some pregnancy books here for him to look over," Hermione chirped, holding up two books with pictures of pregnant women on the front.
Harry allowed himself to be expelled from the room, Ron following not to far behind. As long as Draco had something to do, The Boy Who Lived was happy. He knew that his boyfriend missed Quidditch, and had quit the instant he'd found out he was pregnant. Of course, he'd quit on the pretense that his father's death and his mother being sent to Azkaban had made him too grief-stricken to play. No one really believed that, but they'd given up trying to figure out why he'd quit a long time ago.
Back in the room, Hermione and Draco were sitting on the bed, looking at the first of the pregnancy books. It was a muggle book, called, 'What To Expect When You're Expecting." The blond-haired boy was looking at the pictures of the birth with disgust written all over his face.
"Can we not look at that? I'm only four months along!"
"You need to know what to expect. Well, you might be a little early. Some babies come about a month early, especially twins. And I suspect that you might be carrying twins."
"Twins?! You can't be serious!" he gasped out, looking at his belly in horror.
She told him, "I'm completely serious. You're bigger than normal at this stage, and the magic I sense coming from your belly is stronger than it should be for one baby, even a child of you and Harry."
He groaned, poking at his abdomen. "Ugh. Just what I need. Two little screaming brats to take up all my time."
"Oh hush, you know you're going to love them."
The blue-eyed boy mock-scowled, making a face. "You're right. But that doesn't mean I can't call them names until they get here. They're causing me nothing but trouble!"
"Stop that, they aren't that much trouble."
"Want to bet on that? I have to go to the bathroom at all hours of the day and night. It's harder to sit down now. I can't play Quidditch anymore. I'm completely useless, and my back hurts!"
She rolled her eyes at him. Men! Bigger babies she'd never seen. He acted as if he was going through excrutiating torture. Bah!
"You stop compaining or I'm going to take this book and beat you on the head with it."
"You can't do that! I'm in a delicate condition."
She simply raised her eyebrows and said in a falsely-sweet voice, "It won't hurt the babies one bit if you get whacked in the head."
He let out an "Eep!" and scooted away from her. There was no way she was going to get near him with that book!
The bushy-haired girl grinned, secretly knowing she'd never hit him. Well...at least not when he was pregnant. But he didn't need to know that, now did he? Nope.
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Yeah, I know I kind of cut it off. Sorry about that. Anyway, how'd you like it? The more reviews the merrier...hehe
Don't you think it was great, the scene between Hermione and Draco? It's nice to know that they're getting along so well. *evil grin*
Well, I'm going to leave you with a teaser for the next chapter...I am evil after all...mwahaha. Here it is:
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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Two weeks passed by comfortably, things pretty much calm for a while. Draco and Harry had woken up in each other's arms, this time not regretting their night of passion. They continued meeting in private at night, loving the precious hours spent in each other's arms. The whole time wasn't spent making love, they spend a lot of time just talking and cuddling.
Meanwhile, Ron was frustrated and angry at what Hermione had done to him. Whenever he saw Malfoy, he just wanted to cream the jerk. But he couldn't, knowing Harry would kill him for harming his lover.
It was just wrong, though, Malfoy carrying Harry's baby. And he could see the small bulge if he managed to catch Malfoy with his robe opened. He didn't know how the ferret could keep something like that hidden for long. That stupid robe wasn't going to hide his growing belly forever.
Draco knew this, and felt more and more trepidation as the days went by. His stomach was starting to noticeably round, and he had to keep and almost constant watch on his robe to make sure it stayed closed. If anyone noticed...
He sometimes saw Dumbledore looking at him with a strange gleam in his eyes, and the Slytherin could almost swear that the old man knew. He probably did, he knew everything that went on at Hogwarts. Yet why didn't he say anything? This was something big, and Dumbledore keeping it a secret just didn't make any sense.
Comfortably resting in Harry's arms one afternoon after a cancelled Care of Magical Creatures class because of some incident with a new shipment of creatures, Draco sighed and looked at his belly.
Harry's hand was slowly rubbing it, the heat of his hand feeling pretty good. Draco couldn't figure out how his lover was being so calm about the whole thing. Himself, he was terrified!
"Potter, how can you be so calm?" he asked, finally voicing his puzzlement.
The other boy sighed, his hand stopping its movements. "I guess I'm just trying to ignore the future for now. Not very smart, but I don't want to get worked up about something we have no control over."
Draco stiffened. "I can't stand this, though! I don't know what's going to happen, and I just don't think I'm ready for this kind of responsibility."
His boyfriend's arms tightened around him, drawing him even closer. "Yes you are, even though you don't think so at the moment. You'll do fine."
A knock at the door interrupted their conversation, and Harry hid under the bed. Draco grabbed his robe, threw it on, and went to answer it. He sighed in relief at the sight of Hermione, but stiffened at the sight of the weasel.
"What's he doing here?" he ground out between gritted teeth, anger coursing through him.
"Relax. He knows."
"Why the bloody hell did you tell him?!"
"Because I saw you and Harry about to f-" Ron yelled, crossing his arms over his chest.
All the blood rushed from the Slytherin's face, and he gasped. He knew what the weasel had been about to say. Remembering a faint click the night they had been together two weeks ago, he knew that it had been the door as Weasely left.
Enraged, he grabbed the red-head's throat and shoved him against the wall. "You god-damned son of a bitch! I'm gonna kill you for that!"
"Not if I kill him first," Harry's hard voice said.
Hermione suddenly yelled, "Calm down! I already punished him for it. And he can't tell anyone, because I put a spell on him."
Her boyfriend nodded, and choked out, "She hasn't let me hug her or anything for the past two weeks."
Draco smiled maliciously at this. What a hardship it must be on the weasel to be banned from touching his precious girlfriend for so long. He let go of the red-haired teen and stepped back.
His boyfriend's arms wrapped around him, and he leaned back. No one missed the disgusted look on Weasely's face, but they all ignored it.
"I found a spell that'll hide your belly from everyone but the people who you want to see it," Hermione said a few seconds later, a a grin on her face.
"What? That's the best news I've heard in weeks!" the blond-haired boy exclaimed, grabbing Harry's arms in excitement.
"It won't hurt the baby, will it?" Harry's concerned voice interjected before anyone could say anything else.
She shook her head. "No. It won't do anything to hurt the baby. It's just an illusory spell anyway, a really simply one."
The two boys sighed in relief, looking at each other with happy grins on their faces. Harry put a hand on his lover's stomach, and rubbed it. His boyfriend grinned, placing one of his own hands over Harry's.
Ron muttered a few things, none of them good. Again, he was ignored as Hermione said the words of the spell.
"Oh, just remember one thing. Don't let other people get too close or else they'll feel your belly. This is just an illusion. It doesn't change what's there."
They nodded, storing this information in their minds. That would be easy, Draco never got too close to people anyway.
Another knock on the door made everyone freeze. This visitor would definitely be someone who didn't know about the pregnancy. Draco shooed everyone into the bathroom and shut the door, but not before he gave his boyfriend a quick kiss.
"Hey Draco, why've you been missing so much lately? You rarely come to breakfast anymore, and barely talk to anyone when you do," Blaise Zabini said, as the Slytherin walked into the room.
Draco inwardly groaned. Just what he needed, Zabini here to annoy him. They were friends, but now he just seemed irritating to the blond.
"I've been busy, and haven't really been hungry lately."
The other boy didn't look convinced, but let it slide. Not a good thing to get Malfoy mad, he loved hexing people who irritated him.
Slouching in a comfy chair by the small fireplace, he said, "So, why are you hanging around Potter so much?"
The blue-eyed seventeen year old froze, trying to think of a plausible answer. "A certain plot that doesn't concern you."
It was a good thing that being a bad liar was not something Draco Malfoy was. Deception was his strongest suit, having learned it in the cradle.
Luckily, Zabini believed him. "You gonna trick them into believing you've changed and then spring a trap on them?"
"Something like that," he answered, trying to be as vague as possible.
"Let me in on it."
"No!" he said, just a bit too loudly.
Looking affronted, Zabini stood up and walked closer to his friend. "Okay, okay. I was just asking."
"Yeah, well don't ask again. This is my plot, and it has nothing to do with you," Draco told him, slipping deeper into his Malfoy mask of cold aloofness.
"Well...I guess I better be going. You will tell me when you're gonna spring this trap, right?"
The blond-haired boy simply raised an eyebrow at this, arrogantly smirking. Yeah, sure, he wouldn't tell Zabini if there even was a bloody trap in the first place. Blaise was one of the biggest gossips at Hogwarts, perhaps the biggest of them all!
Draco sighed in relief as his fellow Slytherin left, shutting the door firmly behind him. Now that he was spending so much time with open, caring Potter, it was getting harder to keep the mask in place. The mask he'd had for so many years.
"Phew! That was a close one," Hermione exclaimed as the three Gryffindors came out of hiding from the bathroom.
Ron was looking a little green, having obviously seen the bottles of oil and lotion, and those nice scented candles in the bathroom. He didn't even want to think about what went on when Harry and Draco were alone at night.
"Damn, if Zabini is becoming a little suspicious...things aren't looking too good. What if he finds out that there is no plot to spring a nasty trap on us?" Harry said, looking concerned.
His boyfriend sighed, knowing he was right. Zabini wasn't stupid like Crabbe or Goyle, he'd figure out what was going on before long. Well, at least not the pregnancy part, he hoped.
Abruptly, the clock chimed the hour and Harry looked at the time in horror. "Oh no, I'm going to be late for practice!"
"You better go, then. Try not to take too long, though," Draco said to him, pushing him out the door when he was reluctant to leave.
"You'll be okay alone?"
The Slytherin instantly assured him, "Yes. I've been alone most of my life. I'll be fine."
"And I'll be here! I've got some pregnancy books here for him to look over," Hermione chirped, holding up two books with pictures of pregnant women on the front.
Harry allowed himself to be expelled from the room, Ron following not to far behind. As long as Draco had something to do, The Boy Who Lived was happy. He knew that his boyfriend missed Quidditch, and had quit the instant he'd found out he was pregnant. Of course, he'd quit on the pretense that his father's death and his mother being sent to Azkaban had made him too grief-stricken to play. No one really believed that, but they'd given up trying to figure out why he'd quit a long time ago.
Back in the room, Hermione and Draco were sitting on the bed, looking at the first of the pregnancy books. It was a muggle book, called, 'What To Expect When You're Expecting." The blond-haired boy was looking at the pictures of the birth with disgust written all over his face.
"Can we not look at that? I'm only four months along!"
"You need to know what to expect. Well, you might be a little early. Some babies come about a month early, especially twins. And I suspect that you might be carrying twins."
"Twins?! You can't be serious!" he gasped out, looking at his belly in horror.
She told him, "I'm completely serious. You're bigger than normal at this stage, and the magic I sense coming from your belly is stronger than it should be for one baby, even a child of you and Harry."
He groaned, poking at his abdomen. "Ugh. Just what I need. Two little screaming brats to take up all my time."
"Oh hush, you know you're going to love them."
The blue-eyed boy mock-scowled, making a face. "You're right. But that doesn't mean I can't call them names until they get here. They're causing me nothing but trouble!"
"Stop that, they aren't that much trouble."
"Want to bet on that? I have to go to the bathroom at all hours of the day and night. It's harder to sit down now. I can't play Quidditch anymore. I'm completely useless, and my back hurts!"
She rolled her eyes at him. Men! Bigger babies she'd never seen. He acted as if he was going through excrutiating torture. Bah!
"You stop compaining or I'm going to take this book and beat you on the head with it."
"You can't do that! I'm in a delicate condition."
She simply raised her eyebrows and said in a falsely-sweet voice, "It won't hurt the babies one bit if you get whacked in the head."
He let out an "Eep!" and scooted away from her. There was no way she was going to get near him with that book!
The bushy-haired girl grinned, secretly knowing she'd never hit him. Well...at least not when he was pregnant. But he didn't need to know that, now did he? Nope.
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Yeah, I know I kind of cut it off. Sorry about that. Anyway, how'd you like it? The more reviews the merrier...hehe
Don't you think it was great, the scene between Hermione and Draco? It's nice to know that they're getting along so well. *evil grin*
Well, I'm going to leave you with a teaser for the next chapter...I am evil after all...mwahaha. Here it is:
