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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A month passed, and Draco grew even more. Now, it was even noticeable with his robes on. He was really glad Granger had performed the spell, because he'd have been in some deep shit by now if she hadn't.

He was really, really beginning to suspect that Dumbledore knew about the entire thing. There were just too many instances in which he gave the weird, knowing smile, to make Draco think otherwise. And it was just like the old man to keep this a secret for his own amusement. There must be something the senile Headmaster was getting out of this all. But what? Although, Draco wasn't too sure he wanted to find out...

By now, he could feel the babies moving around. It was weird, but in a way he kind of liked it. Made him feel more whole, more a part of something. For most of his life, he'd been the outsider on the inside, fooling people into thinking he was on the inside. Kind of confusing, but everything in his life was confusing.

For years, he pretended to be someone he wasn't. For years, he acted as if he was cold and arrogant, above everyone else. Until this whole pregnancy thing, everyone had believed it. No one had known the lonely boy on the inside, the boy crying out for love. For someone to care about him and keep him safe.

Now, with Harry, he could be himself. He could laugh, and he could cry, and Harry wouldn't care. With Harry, he wasn't seen as weak when he let his guard down. It made him feel happier than he had in so long, for his entire life in fact.

But there was a downside to their relationship as well. Keeping everything a secret was slowly tearing him apart. He wanted to be able to hug his lover in public, be able to show how much he cared for him. Keeping it all hidden was causing a dark hole to slowly consume him. He lived only for the times spent in Harry's company. He couldn't concentrate in any of his classes, knowing his boyfriend was so close and yet so far away.

Draco knew he loved Harry, had known it for a while. He hope Harry loved him back, but was worried that if he confessed his love, Harry might break it off with him. This also tarnished the happiness he felt at everything. It was like there was a war within himself, the happiness taking a battering from the unhappiness.

It was Transfiguration class, and Draco was actually having trouble turning a frog into a crystal vase. This was normally an easy thing to do, nothing hard. But today, he just couldn't muster up the energy to focus his thoughts and get it right.

After he'd managed to turn the frog into a lump of glass, a twig, and a feather, he could see many of the other students in the class giving him strange looks. He looked up and glared at all of them, daring them to say something. No one did, as expected.

Meanwhile, tears had pricked his eyes, and he furiously tried to make them go away. Unfortunately, it just wasn't working. Damn it, he couldn't let anyone see him crying! He rubbed his eyes, ducking his head lower so that no one would notice.

And no one did notice, except for Harry. He stood across the room, having transfigured the frog into a vase ten minutes ago. Only he saw the tears shimmering in his boyfriend's eyes. Only he felt his heart wrench with pain at the sight.

Draco didn't know it, but he loved him. The blond-haired father of his baby had somehow wormed his way into his heart. And Harry didn't really mind, either. Loving Draco seemed like the most natural thing to do. It was like breathing, it just was.

Suddenly, a voice crowed with contempt. "Look, Malfoy's crying!"

It was one of the Gryffindor's Draco had been quite cruel to in the years before. This person had wanted to get back at the untouchable Draco Malfoy, and now he got his chance.

A shocked look appeared on Draco's face as he jerked his head up, making the tears running down his face visible to the entire class. Raw pain filled those brimming blue eyes at the sound of everyone laughing cruelly at him. A choked sob escaped from his throat, and he bit his lip, trying to keep the sounds of his weeping inside.

"That is enough!" Professor McGonagall's voice announced, her eyes blazing at the cruelty the class was showing towards him. Yes, he was a mean boy sometimes, but that did not mean they could openly laugh at the fact that he was crying.

No one listened, they only laughed harder and whispers circulated around the room. Horrible whispers, making fun of the blond Slytherin. But the thing that hurt Draco the most was the fact that his house, the Slytherins, were laughing the hardest.

"Stop it! Shut up!" Harry yelled, jumping onto a table. His emerald- eyes challenging anyone to oppose him, he glared at them all.

One person was foolish enough to jeer, "What, are you his boyfriend?"

Quietly, but forcefully, the Golden Boy replied, "Yes, I am."

That shocked everyone into complete silence, utter shock on their faces. Harry Potter going out with Draco Malfoy? Impossible!

Blaise Zabini, having had a crush on Draco for the past two years, felt rage course through his system. How dare that insolent Potter steal his Draco?! Willing to get back any way he could at The Boy Who Lived, even if it meant hurting Draco in the process, he yelled, "What, has the famous Harry Potter taken to screwing weakling crybabies?"

Draco, having managed to calm down a bit at hearing Harry proclaiming their relationship with pride, instantly felt horror soak his insides. How could Blaise be so cruel to him? Hadn't their friendship meant anything?

Gasping for breath, the blue-eyed boy turned to face his former friend. "Damn you, Zabini! You're a weakling crybaby, too, or have you forgotten the time you bawled like a little kid when your owl died?"

Blaise's eyes narrowed at this, his face darkening into an ugly scowl. "At least I never cried because I couldn't turn a stupid frog into a vase! And I never cried those first nights here in our first year, like you did!"

A red haze had appeared in front of Draco's eyes, and he roared in anger. How dare Zabini bring that up! He'd made the other boy vow never to tell anyone that! Turbulent emotion spinning through him, he took a menacing step towards the other teen.

Harry had been forgotten in that little exchange, but be got noticed again when his exclamation of "Oh no!" filled everyone's ears. He'd seen everyone's eyes fill with horror, their glances pointed at Draco's abdomen.

The illusory spell on Draco hadn't held up under the tumult of the emotions crashing within in, and had disappeared. Now, everyone could see the rounded bulge of his belly.

Draco looked around the room, seeing the looks on everyone's faces. People were pointing at his stomach, whispering to each other. Oh shit! The spell had disappeared!

Grabbing his robe and gathering the folds over his belly, he hurried out of the room. Tears again streamed down his face, almost blinding him in their intensity. It was all over now, within an hour, everyone would know everything. He was ruined! Everyone would know he was a freak!

Professor McGonagall had watched this all with dawning realization of the implications of all this. When she saw Mr. Malfoy's obvious pregnancy, she stiffened with shock. Oh my word, this was an unprecendented catastrophe!

"Mr. Malfoy! Stop!" she ordered, leaning out of the classroom door. But Draco didn't stop, he only quickened his pace.

When she saw him trip and stumble, falling to his knees, she knew something had to be done. The poor boy was going to hurt himself like this! And with that pregnancy, why there could be terrible results!

"Mr. Potter, you will go retrieve Mr. Malfoy immediately and bring him to Dumbledore's office. Is this clear?"

Harry nodded, rushing out after his boyfriend, who'd picked himself up off the ground and was hurrying away again.

"Draco! Draco, please stop!" he yelled, running as fast as he could after the pregnant teenager.

Finally, Draco stopped and collapsed against the wall, curling up into a protective ball. Piteous sounds were coming from him, sounds of raw pain. Harry came to a halt and knelt down beside his sobbing boyfriend.

When the blond felt his lover next to him, he instinctively crawled closer to him, grabbing onto him and holding him like he'd never let go. Pressing his face against Harry's robe, the material soon became soaked.

"Oh Harry, I'm ruined! I can't go back and face them! Ever," he cried, trying to burrow closer against his boyfriend's body.

"Shh. It's all right. Calm down, this can't be good for the babies," Harry said softly, rubbing his hand across Draco's back in soothing circles.

Draco looked up and his face twisted in a mask of pain. "You only care about the babies! Not me!"

"No! That isn't true."

"Yes it is! I can see it in your eyes."

Harry stopped rubbing his back and pulled the teary-eyed boy up so that their faces were only inches apart. "I." And he kissed him. "Love." And kissed him again. "You." And again.

In stunned wonder, Draco stared at his boyfriend. Harry loved him? Looking into the emerald eyes of his lover, he saw the truth shining there in all its glory. Harry did indeed love him.

"I love you, too!" he cried out, pressing his lips against the other boy's mouth.

After a few moments of slow, unhurried kissing, Harry finally broke away and murmured in a husky voice, "Professor McGonagall wants to see us in Dumbledore's office."

Fear cross the pale face of his boyfriend. "I can't go back!"

A firm smile curved across Harry's kiss-swollen lips. "Of course you can. And I'll be with you the whole way."

Draco set a hand on his curving belly and said, "But everyone knows about this! I can't go back."

His brown-haired boyfriend placed a warm hand over his and whispered, "Yes, you can. It doesn't matter if they know. Just think, it's a miracle that you're carrying our children."

"It's my worst nightmare."

Harry's eyes narrowed and he told the other teen, "It's a miracle, and I am not arguing you on this subject."

The blond sighed, knowing it was no use to argue with Potter when the other boy was like this. Stubborn Gryffindor. And there was also the fact that he, himself, didn't think it really was a nightmare. It was a miracle, and there was no denying that.

"Damn you, Potter," he muttered, unconvincingly.

His boyfriend grinned, and stood up. He held out his hand, and the pregnant boy grabbed it and levered himself up off the cold, hard ground. "Ugh."

"You sure are getting heavier, Malfoy," Harry teased as the walking hand in hand towards the Headmaster's office. His lover pretending to hit him, and they both laughed.

Luckily, the entrance to Dumbledore's office was open, so they went right up. They'd have been stuck there for a while if it had been closed, neither knowing the current password.

"Ah, there you are. Lemon drop?" Dumbledore's kind voice welcomed them as they finished walking up the stairs and entered his office.

He and Professor McGonagall stood in front of his desk, he with a friendly smile on his face, her with her arms crossed and stern expression on her face.

"No thanks," both boys murmured in unison, sitting down on the chairs that had been placed there for them.

"Well then. You both know why you're here."

They nodded, their hands sweating in each other's grasp. What if they were told they could no longer attend Hogwarts because of the pregnancy? As far as either of them knew, there had never been a pregnancy recorded in the history of the school.

"Now, I notice that Draco appears to be pregnant."

"Albus! You know that he is, and I suspect you've known since the beginning!"

A twinkle appeared in the old man's eyes, and he protested, "I've known no such thing."

Professor McGonagall simply sighed. She knew Albus was lying, but of course no one could prove it.

"Have you two something to say for yourselves?" Dumbledore asked the two teenagers.

"I do. I'm glad that Draco is carrying my children," Harry announced, holding his boyfriend's hand tighter.

McGonagall gasped. Children? As in plural? Oh my goodness!

"Good, good. It would have complicated things if you still harbored that, ah, 'hate' for each other."

No one missed the special inflection on the word 'hate', and both boys turned red. How did he know that they'd secretly not really hated each other at all? Sure, they'd disliked each other, but not hated. And how did Dumbledore know that? They hadn't even told each other that!

"Well, boys, I'm going to have to do something about this situation."

The two of them looked alarmed, and Dumbledore immediately assured them, "No, you will not be expelled from Hogwarts, if that is what you're thinking. Harry, you are going to move into Draco's room for the rest of the year. Draco, you are going to be examined regularly by Madame Pomfrey. Yes, I realize Hermione has been checking up on you, but I'd prefer it if an actual nurse were to keep track of your progress."

They looked relieved that this was all that was going to happen, when McGonagall added something else. "Mr. Malfoy, you are going to have to take it easy. That is why you are no longer going to be a prefect. You will keep you room, but will not perform any of the duties of a prefect."

He outwardly scowled, why inwardly he rejoiced. No more annoying first and second years coming up and expecting him to help them with their problems? No more waking up in the middle of the night helping a crying student? No more boring prefect meetings? Why this was wonderful! Sure, he'd like the prestige of being a prefect. But in reality, actually being one was quite time-consuming and boring. No fun at all.

After a few more words from McGonagall and Dumbledore, the boys were free to leave. They were also allowed to miss the rest of their afternoon classes, instead told to unpack Harry's things which had already been delivered to Draco's room.

It only took them about thirty minutes to unpack Harry's belongings, he not having too many things to begin with. Everything looked a lot better now that his stuff littered the stylish room, made it seem more lived-in.

After they were done, Draco stretched his back and winced as his back twinged in pain. "Ack."

Harry immediately was at his side, rubbing the offending muscles. His lover sighed in a relief as the stress dissipated. "Oh, that feels good," he groaned, rolling his shoulders.

The emerald-eyed boy murmured breathily into his ear, "I know of something that feels even better."

He led Draco into the spacious bathroom, pulling off both of their shirts in the process. Grabbing a bottle of scented oil, he squirted some onto his hands and started rubbing it over the blond's body.

Draco moaned, a sensuous sound that caused arousal to pool in Harry's nether regions. The messy-haired boy put more oil on his hands and spread it over his boyfriend's rounding belly. His hands curved gently over the mound, soon covering it with a slick sheen of oil.

Both of their pants were soon shed, and Harry covered every inch of his lover in the warm oil. He admired his work, licking his lips at the sight of his boyfriend coated in the thick, musky oil.

"My turn," Draco whispered, taking the bottle into his own hands.

He did the same thing to the other boy, although he payed special attention to a certain other prominent feature. Soon both of them were breathing heavily, Draco aroused merely by the sight of Harry oiled and excited.

They met in a passionate embrace, mouths locking and arms wrapping around slippery bodies. The bottle of massage oil fell to the ground, unnoticed by the two of them. They were too busy, kissing and rubbing each other as their passion mounted.

"Wait," Harry gasped out, finally.

His lover sighed, impatiently. "What?"

"Let me turn the bath on," he said, a husky tone in his voice.

That sound sent shivers down Draco's spine, and he smiled, licking his lips in anticipation.

Harry walked over to the tub, Draco admiring his butt the entire way. The brown-haired boy knew he was being watched, so he added an extra sway to his body as he leaned over and turned the four faucets on.

This tub was a large model, built to hold up to four people. It had four faucets so it would fill up quickly, and you could turn special knobs on it and bubbles would come out and fill the water with foamy, colorful bubbles.

Pretty soon, the tub was filled with water and bubbles, and Harry curved a finger at his lover, an enticing look on his tan face.

Draco knew when to obey, and glided towards the tub and the father of his children. A hungry look on his face, he allowed himself to be lifted and lowered into the steaming water. Once settled in, he waiting for Harry to get in.

After that, neither of them wasted any time in pressing against each other and taking up where they had left off. Exictement mounted, passion escalated, and they had one of the most amazing baths either had ever had. It was an hour to remember for the rest of their lives...

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So, how'd you like this? Sorry I forgot to add the teaser last chapter, I kind of forgot before I uploaded the thing. Anyway, I think now that maybe a teaser would have made you guys kind of mad. I know that I sure hate teasers...hehe

Anyway, I can't believe I managed to write this so quickly. The first five chapters were written within two days, and I wrote chapter six, seven, and eight all in the same day! Okay, I didn't post them all so quickly, because I think moderation is better. One chapter a day doesn't sound to bad, does it? And I make sure I have enough chapters written ahead of time so I don't get stuck without an update in a few weeks. Well, on this story at least. I decided I had better write more at the same time and post them one at a time so that no one gets impatient and ends up losing interest in the story. Not a good idea, if you ask me.

Well, this chapter was quite a bit longer than the others! Phew, it took about two hours to write, too. Anyway, thanks to anyone who reviewed! I love ya guys! The reviews make me feel appreciated and that I'm just not writing for nothing. I hope you guys stick around, and remember, don't be afraid to tell me how I'm doing. Thanks!