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. Harry Potter and all the other characters belong to JK Rowling.
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Their next class with Dr. Trevali was just as Harry thought it would be. Depressing and just plain horrible. Draco looked as if he wanted to cry when they entered arm in arm, and Harry secretly shared the feeling. Why did they have to write about the worst time in their lives?
They sat down at one of the empty tables, looking the most unenthusiastic their friends had ever seen them. Most people were puzzled as to what their memories had been that were so bad, but neither boy would share a word. If anyone asked, all they got in return was a glare and angry scowl.
Finally, after ten minutes of just sitting there with their arms crossed and black looks on their faces, Harry sighed. "Okay, I guess we'd better start writing."
His boyfriend groaned and dropped his blond head into his arms, "Do we have to?"
"Yes, we do. Even though I'm as enthusiastic about this as you are."
Draco's voice was muffled as he responded to this, "What, completely and thoroughly *not* looking forward to this?"
The brunet nodded, a small smile gracing his features as he heard the sarcastic tone in his lover's voice. It was good to see that the Slytherin hadn't lost his dry wit along with his other less desirous qualities.
The silvery eyed teen lifted his head with a sigh and grabbed a quill and paper. "Better get writing, then. No sense in dragging this torture out longer than necessary."
Harry nodded in agreement, and they both got to work. It took a while for their creative juices to start flowing, but once they did, the words seemingly just appeared magically on their papers. Dr. Trevali looked on with surprise. For two students so dreading the project, they sure threw themselves into it really fast.
When she called a halt to class, Harry and Draco looked up in astonishment. It was time to go already? Amazing. Never had an fifty minutes passed so quickly! They gathered up their supplies, including their just-finished poems and got up to leave. Unfortunately, they were stopped by Dr. Trevali just as they were about to walk through the door.
"I want to congratulate you on such hard work today, boys. I feared you wouldn't apply yourselves to the task of writing about such horrible memories I'm sure you dredged up. Good work! Now if only my other students were like you..."
The two boys managed a small smile each, and thanked her. They were still pretty surprised at this themselves. With another smile, they left the room and made their way through the halls to their room. Draco immediately dropped his things into a chair and flopped onto the bed, as best he could with the burden of his large stomach.
"I never want to do that again," he groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes.
The golden Gryffindor chuckled at his boyfriend. Draco sure liked being dramatic sometimes. Had to do everything with a flair, he did.
"Me neither. Did you finish yours?"
Draco mumbled an affirmative, rolling over onto his side. Boy, was he tired. Writing furiously like that had taken a lot out of him, already wearied as he was from his double load. He wouldn't be able to wait to get his body back to normal. Being exhausted all the time was frustrating, and particularly annoying.
"Malfoy, you have to get out of your school clothes."
The blond Slytherin made a grumbling noise, tossing the covers over his head. Nope, he wasn't moving an inch. Especially not to get up and put his pajamas on. And the bed was just so comfortable...so soft and warm...
"Draco!" The Boy Who Lived laughed, shaking his lover's shoulder.
But his silvery-eyed boyfriend didn't move, already caught up in Morpheus's web of dreaming. Harry sighed, the other teen sure fell asleep quickly now. He pressed a kiss to Draco's cheek, murmuring a soft goodnight. The brunet quickly changed into his own bed clothes and climbed in beside the sleeping blond. He soon fell asleep as well, joining his love in the land of sleep...
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"Come on Harry, show me your poem," Draco's insistent voice asked a week later as they lounged comfortably on their bed.
"No, not until you show me yours."
The silvery eyed teen grumbled, looking put out. "But you'll laugh at me. I can't write worth crap."
"You write beautifully. Don't think I've seen your journal? It's full of flowing words that just make my heart sing," Harry told his boyfriend, a twinkling look in his emerald eyes.
Draco's eyes widened. "You saw my journal?! But that's an invasion of privacy!"
"Hey, I know for a fact you've seen mine. So you can't use that approach, love."
The Slytherin was embarrassed that his private journal had been seen by someone's eyes other than his. Yeah, so he'd looked at Potter's journal. But that didn't mean it was all right to look at his! His was full of so many things he didn't want anyone to know!
"Draco, don't get worked up about it. I'm actually glad I found out some of the things you kept secret from me."
"But, but..."
The Golden Boy grinned at his spluttering boyfriend, who was blushing in a quite endearing kind of way. "It makes me feel good to know you didn't really hate me all those years I thought it was just me that was being a hypocrite, professing to hate you when I really secretly like you. Of course, it wasn't until last year I finally saw you as an attractive guy. Before that, I secretly wished we could've been friends. It's horrible, how many years we could've spent together ruined by our stupid pride."
The other boy nodded, agreeing completely with his former 'enemy'. "Yeah, we could've had so much together! I feel so stupid for destroying any friendship we could've had before with that idiotic comment about Weasley."
"Hey, don't worry about it. I was being stupid too, for taking such offence at a meaningless insult like that. And besides, we've got each other now, don't we?"
A full-blown grin crossed the pregnant boy's face, and he embraced his boyfriend in a bear hug. They stayed that way for several minutes, until Harry murmured, "I love you so much."
"I love you, too. So can I look at your poem now?" A child-like quality had crept into Draco's voice, and the brunet couldn't help but grin. The old Draco would've never acted like this, so cute and innocent- seeming.
"Sure, but I get to look at yours too," Harry sighed in defeat.
"Yay!" the pale boy cheered, and Harry had to grin yet again. Would this cuteness ever end? Impulsively, he kissed the blond on the mouth softly.
A tongue reached out to flick his lips as the green eyed teen would've retreated, and their lips met in a love-filled kiss. Their mouths worked against each other's, their tongues playfully battling.
Draco finally pulled away in disappointment. As much as he loved kissing the other boy, he really wanted to see what he'd written. And he was feeling a bit nauseous, which wouldn't be very helpful if things progressed.
He rubbed a hand against his belly and got up to go get both of their school bags. A groan escaped his mouth at the weight, and he nearly dropped them before settling them on the bed beside his boyfriend.
Harry pulled out his own poem while the blond teen pulled out his. They both got comfortable and switched papers. Draco started reading, absently running a hand over his protruding belly. A sorrowful look soon appeared on his face as he read the words Harry had written.
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EXPECTATIONS
-By Harry Potter
*Wasn't ever good enough,
Falling short of their expectations,
Of everything they wanted me to be,
Of who I was supposed to be
*Broke my back, trudged on alone,
Trying, always trying to be what they wanted,
But I always failed, never reaching
Their stupid, goddamn standards,
Couldn't fulfill their expectations
*They tore me down,
Berating my mistakes,
Telling me to be stronger,
Not the weak fool,
Who couldn't do anything
*Even when I did my best,
Did something I was proud of,
They hated it, said I could do better
But how can you do better,
When you've given your all?
*Can't they accept me for me,
Not who they want me to be?
I'm never going to be the boy
They always wanted me to be
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Tears were openly running down his alabaster cheeks as he finished. Ohmigod, this was sad and the pain behind it echoed in Draco's cheeks as he reread it. He could fully relate to the feeling, expectations of greatness having shaped his childhood. His father had been all about expectations.
Meanwhile, Harry was reading through his lover's poem with a heavy heart. At the first line, he'd felt sorrow flood through him at the suffering Draco must've gone through to have written something like this. It was terrible that he'd had to go through this. Terrible!
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MIRACLES LEFT TO SPARE
-By Draco Malfoy
*It the agony burning through me,
The pain clenching and tearing
Invisible, there's nothing to see
Just my word, my damnable swearing
*It's the pain and the hate,
Spreading and causing me torment
It won't stop, it's too damn late,
I know it'll never stop, never relent
*It's the innocence gone jaded,
Destroying the little boy you knew
My love and hope has faded,
A raging darkness left in lieu
*It's the legacy you left behind,
The broken promises and the lies
How could I have been so blind?
Unseeing until you said your goodbyes
*It's the wishing your weren't my father,
The wanting of someone who did care
I know I shouldn't even bother,
There aren't any miracles left to spare
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"Oh, Draco," he murmured, dropping the sheet of parchment to look at his boyfriend with horror in his eyes.
"The pain you went through, it kills me to see it put down in words like this. Why didn't I see how much suffering you went through?" the brunet continued, his emerald eyes looking shadowed.
A small smile that spoke volumes of gentle sadness crossed Draco's face. "Why didn't I see what suffering *you* went through? We both missed a lot, preoccupied with our rivalry as we were."
"Yeah, it hurts me to admit that we were foolish gits. And to think, we had so much in common that we simply refused to admit," the Gryffindor murmured, shaking his head in regret.
Draco got to his knees and crawled across the small space between them. He settled himself into his boyfriend's lap and wrapped the other boy's arms around him. Laying his head back against Harry's chest, he sighed softly. "We were great fools, weren't we?"
The raven-haired teen pressed his tanned hand against his lover's large abdomen in reply to this. "I love you more than anything, my strong dragon."
His silver eyed boyfriend reached up a hand and brushed the other boy's cheek gently. "And I love you to the stars and back again, my proud lion."
They sat cuddled like that for an hour, just listening to each other's breathing and taking peace from the comforting feeling of it. For that hour, they were cut off from the rest of the world in a cocoon of love. Just holding one another, they took comfort from the power and strength of their love. At this moment, they knew in their hearts that nothing would ever tear them apart. No matter how foolish they'd been in the past, they were now together and would be forever entwined in their hearts, bodies, and souls. They were soulmates, and recognized the power of true love...
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A/N: I know this chapter was kind of short, but I was in a hurry to get this chapter written. I've left this story alone for over a month, and the guilt of not getting another chapter out was starting to really bother me. So here it is, and with a lot of Harry/Draco-ness, no matter how innocent it is. And I thought this chapter was sweet, with things just being soft and gentle between them...
I'll try not to take too long with posting the next chapter. The next one will wrap up the whole poetry-writing thing, and I'll definitely have the Snape poem in it. Then it will be onto slashy goodness and the finishing of the pregnancy. Oh yeah, and chapter 13 will probably contain squicky-ness in it, so if you aren't into the whole pregnancy thing, I just wanted to warn you. Well, I'm off for now! I hope you enjoyed this little installment of 'Worst Nightmare...or Biggest Miracle?'
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. Harry Potter and all the other characters belong to JK Rowling.
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Their next class with Dr. Trevali was just as Harry thought it would be. Depressing and just plain horrible. Draco looked as if he wanted to cry when they entered arm in arm, and Harry secretly shared the feeling. Why did they have to write about the worst time in their lives?
They sat down at one of the empty tables, looking the most unenthusiastic their friends had ever seen them. Most people were puzzled as to what their memories had been that were so bad, but neither boy would share a word. If anyone asked, all they got in return was a glare and angry scowl.
Finally, after ten minutes of just sitting there with their arms crossed and black looks on their faces, Harry sighed. "Okay, I guess we'd better start writing."
His boyfriend groaned and dropped his blond head into his arms, "Do we have to?"
"Yes, we do. Even though I'm as enthusiastic about this as you are."
Draco's voice was muffled as he responded to this, "What, completely and thoroughly *not* looking forward to this?"
The brunet nodded, a small smile gracing his features as he heard the sarcastic tone in his lover's voice. It was good to see that the Slytherin hadn't lost his dry wit along with his other less desirous qualities.
The silvery eyed teen lifted his head with a sigh and grabbed a quill and paper. "Better get writing, then. No sense in dragging this torture out longer than necessary."
Harry nodded in agreement, and they both got to work. It took a while for their creative juices to start flowing, but once they did, the words seemingly just appeared magically on their papers. Dr. Trevali looked on with surprise. For two students so dreading the project, they sure threw themselves into it really fast.
When she called a halt to class, Harry and Draco looked up in astonishment. It was time to go already? Amazing. Never had an fifty minutes passed so quickly! They gathered up their supplies, including their just-finished poems and got up to leave. Unfortunately, they were stopped by Dr. Trevali just as they were about to walk through the door.
"I want to congratulate you on such hard work today, boys. I feared you wouldn't apply yourselves to the task of writing about such horrible memories I'm sure you dredged up. Good work! Now if only my other students were like you..."
The two boys managed a small smile each, and thanked her. They were still pretty surprised at this themselves. With another smile, they left the room and made their way through the halls to their room. Draco immediately dropped his things into a chair and flopped onto the bed, as best he could with the burden of his large stomach.
"I never want to do that again," he groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes.
The golden Gryffindor chuckled at his boyfriend. Draco sure liked being dramatic sometimes. Had to do everything with a flair, he did.
"Me neither. Did you finish yours?"
Draco mumbled an affirmative, rolling over onto his side. Boy, was he tired. Writing furiously like that had taken a lot out of him, already wearied as he was from his double load. He wouldn't be able to wait to get his body back to normal. Being exhausted all the time was frustrating, and particularly annoying.
"Malfoy, you have to get out of your school clothes."
The blond Slytherin made a grumbling noise, tossing the covers over his head. Nope, he wasn't moving an inch. Especially not to get up and put his pajamas on. And the bed was just so comfortable...so soft and warm...
"Draco!" The Boy Who Lived laughed, shaking his lover's shoulder.
But his silvery-eyed boyfriend didn't move, already caught up in Morpheus's web of dreaming. Harry sighed, the other teen sure fell asleep quickly now. He pressed a kiss to Draco's cheek, murmuring a soft goodnight. The brunet quickly changed into his own bed clothes and climbed in beside the sleeping blond. He soon fell asleep as well, joining his love in the land of sleep...
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"Come on Harry, show me your poem," Draco's insistent voice asked a week later as they lounged comfortably on their bed.
"No, not until you show me yours."
The silvery eyed teen grumbled, looking put out. "But you'll laugh at me. I can't write worth crap."
"You write beautifully. Don't think I've seen your journal? It's full of flowing words that just make my heart sing," Harry told his boyfriend, a twinkling look in his emerald eyes.
Draco's eyes widened. "You saw my journal?! But that's an invasion of privacy!"
"Hey, I know for a fact you've seen mine. So you can't use that approach, love."
The Slytherin was embarrassed that his private journal had been seen by someone's eyes other than his. Yeah, so he'd looked at Potter's journal. But that didn't mean it was all right to look at his! His was full of so many things he didn't want anyone to know!
"Draco, don't get worked up about it. I'm actually glad I found out some of the things you kept secret from me."
"But, but..."
The Golden Boy grinned at his spluttering boyfriend, who was blushing in a quite endearing kind of way. "It makes me feel good to know you didn't really hate me all those years I thought it was just me that was being a hypocrite, professing to hate you when I really secretly like you. Of course, it wasn't until last year I finally saw you as an attractive guy. Before that, I secretly wished we could've been friends. It's horrible, how many years we could've spent together ruined by our stupid pride."
The other boy nodded, agreeing completely with his former 'enemy'. "Yeah, we could've had so much together! I feel so stupid for destroying any friendship we could've had before with that idiotic comment about Weasley."
"Hey, don't worry about it. I was being stupid too, for taking such offence at a meaningless insult like that. And besides, we've got each other now, don't we?"
A full-blown grin crossed the pregnant boy's face, and he embraced his boyfriend in a bear hug. They stayed that way for several minutes, until Harry murmured, "I love you so much."
"I love you, too. So can I look at your poem now?" A child-like quality had crept into Draco's voice, and the brunet couldn't help but grin. The old Draco would've never acted like this, so cute and innocent- seeming.
"Sure, but I get to look at yours too," Harry sighed in defeat.
"Yay!" the pale boy cheered, and Harry had to grin yet again. Would this cuteness ever end? Impulsively, he kissed the blond on the mouth softly.
A tongue reached out to flick his lips as the green eyed teen would've retreated, and their lips met in a love-filled kiss. Their mouths worked against each other's, their tongues playfully battling.
Draco finally pulled away in disappointment. As much as he loved kissing the other boy, he really wanted to see what he'd written. And he was feeling a bit nauseous, which wouldn't be very helpful if things progressed.
He rubbed a hand against his belly and got up to go get both of their school bags. A groan escaped his mouth at the weight, and he nearly dropped them before settling them on the bed beside his boyfriend.
Harry pulled out his own poem while the blond teen pulled out his. They both got comfortable and switched papers. Draco started reading, absently running a hand over his protruding belly. A sorrowful look soon appeared on his face as he read the words Harry had written.
~-~-~-~-~-
EXPECTATIONS
-By Harry Potter
*Wasn't ever good enough,
Falling short of their expectations,
Of everything they wanted me to be,
Of who I was supposed to be
*Broke my back, trudged on alone,
Trying, always trying to be what they wanted,
But I always failed, never reaching
Their stupid, goddamn standards,
Couldn't fulfill their expectations
*They tore me down,
Berating my mistakes,
Telling me to be stronger,
Not the weak fool,
Who couldn't do anything
*Even when I did my best,
Did something I was proud of,
They hated it, said I could do better
But how can you do better,
When you've given your all?
*Can't they accept me for me,
Not who they want me to be?
I'm never going to be the boy
They always wanted me to be
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Tears were openly running down his alabaster cheeks as he finished. Ohmigod, this was sad and the pain behind it echoed in Draco's cheeks as he reread it. He could fully relate to the feeling, expectations of greatness having shaped his childhood. His father had been all about expectations.
Meanwhile, Harry was reading through his lover's poem with a heavy heart. At the first line, he'd felt sorrow flood through him at the suffering Draco must've gone through to have written something like this. It was terrible that he'd had to go through this. Terrible!
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MIRACLES LEFT TO SPARE
-By Draco Malfoy
*It the agony burning through me,
The pain clenching and tearing
Invisible, there's nothing to see
Just my word, my damnable swearing
*It's the pain and the hate,
Spreading and causing me torment
It won't stop, it's too damn late,
I know it'll never stop, never relent
*It's the innocence gone jaded,
Destroying the little boy you knew
My love and hope has faded,
A raging darkness left in lieu
*It's the legacy you left behind,
The broken promises and the lies
How could I have been so blind?
Unseeing until you said your goodbyes
*It's the wishing your weren't my father,
The wanting of someone who did care
I know I shouldn't even bother,
There aren't any miracles left to spare
~-~-~-~-~-
"Oh, Draco," he murmured, dropping the sheet of parchment to look at his boyfriend with horror in his eyes.
"The pain you went through, it kills me to see it put down in words like this. Why didn't I see how much suffering you went through?" the brunet continued, his emerald eyes looking shadowed.
A small smile that spoke volumes of gentle sadness crossed Draco's face. "Why didn't I see what suffering *you* went through? We both missed a lot, preoccupied with our rivalry as we were."
"Yeah, it hurts me to admit that we were foolish gits. And to think, we had so much in common that we simply refused to admit," the Gryffindor murmured, shaking his head in regret.
Draco got to his knees and crawled across the small space between them. He settled himself into his boyfriend's lap and wrapped the other boy's arms around him. Laying his head back against Harry's chest, he sighed softly. "We were great fools, weren't we?"
The raven-haired teen pressed his tanned hand against his lover's large abdomen in reply to this. "I love you more than anything, my strong dragon."
His silver eyed boyfriend reached up a hand and brushed the other boy's cheek gently. "And I love you to the stars and back again, my proud lion."
They sat cuddled like that for an hour, just listening to each other's breathing and taking peace from the comforting feeling of it. For that hour, they were cut off from the rest of the world in a cocoon of love. Just holding one another, they took comfort from the power and strength of their love. At this moment, they knew in their hearts that nothing would ever tear them apart. No matter how foolish they'd been in the past, they were now together and would be forever entwined in their hearts, bodies, and souls. They were soulmates, and recognized the power of true love...
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A/N: I know this chapter was kind of short, but I was in a hurry to get this chapter written. I've left this story alone for over a month, and the guilt of not getting another chapter out was starting to really bother me. So here it is, and with a lot of Harry/Draco-ness, no matter how innocent it is. And I thought this chapter was sweet, with things just being soft and gentle between them...
I'll try not to take too long with posting the next chapter. The next one will wrap up the whole poetry-writing thing, and I'll definitely have the Snape poem in it. Then it will be onto slashy goodness and the finishing of the pregnancy. Oh yeah, and chapter 13 will probably contain squicky-ness in it, so if you aren't into the whole pregnancy thing, I just wanted to warn you. Well, I'm off for now! I hope you enjoyed this little installment of 'Worst Nightmare...or Biggest Miracle?'
