SUMMARY: Draco's not as mean as he acts, just a lonely boy led astray by a bad childhood. Will his worst enemy be able to find that boy hidden inside with the pregnancy that has changed their world? HD, slash, mpreg

Author's Note: This is set after the defeat of Voldemort, and more than a bit AU. Still, I am trying to keep the characters as much in-character as possible, although I think I've changed Malfoy quite a bit for the sake of the story. I do apologize at any OOC-ness!

Disclaimer: 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. Although, please remember that any poems featured here are explicitely mine. Thanks.

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It was their last class with Dr. Trevali, and the two parent-to-be's had actually come to like the class in the last few weeks. They would miss the lively professor, and they weren't the only ones that would.

Draco had presented his poem first, his boyfriend grinning softly at him the entire time. After the line, the entire class had sat mesmerized by the blond-haired boy. By the time he finished speaking, not just a few people were a little teary-eyed. Quite a few of the teens gathered there felt ashamed at how they'd treated the silvery-eyed Slytherin. How could they have had such nasty thoughts about him when he was going through so much pain? How had they been able to only see the mask he presented to everyone and not see the real Draco Malfoy hiding deep inside?

"Bloody hell, Malfoy! How'd you keep this a secret so long?" His best friend suddenly burst out, looking stunned.

Draco simply ducked his head in response, looking at the floor in embarrassment. "I was always good at hiding my emotions."

With a cough, Dr. Trevali stepped in and said, "All right. Who's next? How about we let Dean Thomas go next?"

The pregnant teen sighed in relief. It had been unsettling to stand up there with everyone's eyes on him, a part of his inner-self revealed to them. He sat down on the couch where Harry sat and leaned against his lover.

"You were stunning," the raven-haired boy whispered in his ear, a loving look in his emerald eyes.

A small smile crossed Draco's face, and he placed a hand on his protruding belly. "I think the babies thought so, too. They're moving around like crazy."

An excited look entered the savior of the wizarding world's eyes, and Harry leaned over to place a hand on his boyfriend's abdomen. The Slytherin's stomach was enormous now and it looked like Draco could go into labor at any moment, even though they had about five more weeks to go.

Harry immediately felt the bumping of his children against his hand, and he grinned. Boy, were those two active! They'd probably be world class Quidditch players. And that was a thought that thrilled the green-eyed teen.

"Thinking what I'm thinking? They're gonna be top-notch Seekers," Draco murmured, seeing the glint in his lover's emerald eyes.

"One in Slytherin and one in Gryffindor," Harry said, nodding.

The blond just raised an eyebrow at this, as if to say 'as if there were any other possibility.' "As if we'd give birth to a Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff."

They both shuddered at the very idea of that happening. It wasn't that they didn't like the two Houses, it was just the fact that most people from those Houses were followers, not leaders like Gryffindors and Slytherins. And both Harry and Draco were strong leaders.

The presentations went by smoothly, and Harry's poem was another one that left a lot of people teary-eyed and ashamed. This time, they were ashamed that they'd leveled such expectations on a guy their age. Because really, how can a person expect so much from a kid?

At the look in everyone's eyes, Draco felt a twinge of satisfaction. It had been bloody unfair for Harry to go through so much for people who only held him as an ideal. All those years, he'd secretly admired Potter for holding up under the pressure of being the savior of the wizarding world.

The last presentation of the evening was by Neville Longbottom, and everyone in the room had been anticiapating this for weeks. A poem about Snape, oh how joyous that would be!

Looking faintly green, Nevilled took his place at the front of the room and swallowed harshly. He really didn't want to do this, crowds made him nervous. And he was bound to screw up! He always did.

Finally, he gathered up what little courage he had and started speaking. "Uh, my poem is about Snape and how I hate him. Um, here it is:

AND MAYBE YOU'LL KNOW

By: Neville Longbottom

*Ugly, mean man,

I hate you so much

it hurts to breath sometimes.

Oily, beady-eyed man,

Why do you hate me so much?

What did I ever do to you?

I know I'm a failure at everything,

you don't have to tell me that.

Why must you dog everything I do?

The pressure is just too much!

I want you to know

exactly how it feels to be me.

I want you to screw it all up,

make every mistake a person can make. And then maybe you'll know how hard it is to be a clumsy fool.

Everyone applauded after he finished reading, and the chubby teen blushed. Amazingly, he hadn't stumbled at all and had done a great job. And the poem itself had been great, and really insightful on how Neville felt about being so awkward.

Seamus shouted out, "Nev, you aren't a fool!"

A grin appeared on the fidgeting boy, and Neville mumbled, "Thanks, Seamus."

"No problem! It's true."

This was one of those rare times Neville Longbottom felt like he wasn't a failure, and he liked the feeling. Maybe next time he saw Snape, he wouldn't be such a bumbling idiot around him. Maybe a little courage was all he needed to succeed...

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Two weeks later was the final Quidditch match of the year, and it was Gryffindor against Ravenclaw. Slytherin had never even had a chance without Draco. It was a bright and sunny day, and everyone was eager for the match to begin.

This was the one day Draco had managed to pursuade his boyfriend to let him go to a match, and was pretty smug at getting stubborn Harry to change his mind. The Gryffindor had been adamant about his refusal to let Draco go, but he'd finally been worn down after an overdose of Draco's suberb pursuasion skills.

Draco sat next to Blaise Zabini in the Slytherin stands, and eagerly watched the start of the match. Although he wasn't feeling all that great, he knew he couldn't have missed this final match for the world. He managed to ignore the weird tingling in the lower region of his abdomen and the strange ache in his back that had been plaguing him ever since he'd woken up.

As the Gryffindors won another ten points, the blond-haired teen shifted on his bench and arched his back a little. Damn this stupid back- ache! It was ruining his concentration.

"Draco, you okay?" Blaise asked him, looking a little worried.

He scowled and replied, "I'm fine. Just a little back-ache."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure! I'm bloody eight and half months pregnant! A little back-ache is common for this stage of pregnancy!"

Blaise immediately nodded at his friend, and tried to stop a full mood-swing from occuring. This could get nasty if Draco got any more irritated. "Okay, okay. I understand."

The silver-eyed Slytherin growled and turned his attention back to the game. Zabini didn't understand! How could he? He was pregnant and feeling like shit most of the him! He didn't have swollen ankles and a humongous stomach! He didn't understand anything of what he was going through!

Suddenly, Draco's eyes caught the sight of his boyfriend speeding along after the Snitch. The little ball glittered in the sunlight and flitted through the air, trying to evade the Seeker on its trail. Draco grinned. The Snitch wouldn't be able to stay out of Harry's hands for long.

The Ravenclaw Seeker came out of nowhere just as Harry was reaching for the golden Snitch and his arm accidentally hit the Gryffindor, making him unbalanced. At the last second before he fell, Harry managed to grab the Snitch and then went tumbling to the ground.

Luckily he hadn't been too far off the ground, only fifteen feet or so. Still, he wasn't moving and that worried Draco immensely. As fast as he could in his condition, he made his way out of the stands and out onto the Quidditch pitch.

Amazingly, he reached his fallen boyfriend in no time and knelt down beside the raven-haired teen. "Harry, are you okay?"

Emerald eyes blinked and slowly came back into focus. Harry groaned as he shifted his body into a sitting position. He hoarsely replied, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just had the wind knocked out of me."

Draco breathed a sigh of relief. He would've hated for his boyfriend to have been seriously injured. "You scared the hell out of me!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." Harry grimaced apologetically.

"That's okay. Just never do that again."

The emerald-eyed teen nodded in agreement and stood up. He held a hand out to his boyfriend, who grabbed it and awkwardly managed to stand. One of Draco's hands went to his back, the other to the underside of his protruding belly.

"You okay?" Harry asked him.

The Slytherin wrinkled his nose in annoyance. "Why is it that everyone's asking me this today?"

At the look in Harry's eyes, the blond-haired boy sighed. "I know I'm going to give birth in like three weeks, but does everyone have to watch me so closely? It's unsettling to say the least!"

By this time, the players had crowded around Harry and Ron asked, "Do you have the Snitch?"

The Gryffindor Seeker nodded and held out his right hand. The little, golden ball was struggling in his grasp, and the Gryffindors grinned. They'd won with a score of 280-90.

Dean Thomas, the announcer this year, yelled out the scores excitedly and the stands erupted in cheers. Even the Ravenclaws clapped, having known that Gryffindor would win from the very beginning.

The stands slowly emptied and the Quidditch players made their way to the showers, their muscles protesting any sudden movement. It had been a good game, and their weary bodies knew it.

Draco waited outside the Gryffindor showers even though Harry had said he could go inside, preferring to be alone for a few minutes. He leaned against the outside wall of the showers, his back hurting worse than before.

Without any warning, he felt a slight twinge in his lower abdomen and felt a thread of panic go through him. He couldn't be going into labor so soon, could he? Remembering what Hermione had said all those months ago, he grimaced and tried to tell himself he was just imagining things.

By the time Harry came out, he'd felt another two twinges of pain and was beginning to think he wasn't imagining things. And the tingling in his lower region told him that the birth canal was most likely forming. He hid all of this from his boyfriend, not ready to actively realize the truth of what was happening.

"Harry, can we just sit in the stands for a while?" he asked the raven-haired Gryffindor as they started walking.

The other boy looked mildy suprised, but shrugged his shoulders in agreement. They headed towards the stands and sat down on one of the lower benches. Draco leaned against Harry, instinctively pressing close for some much-needed comfort.

"Are you still feeling antsy about what happened earlier?" Harry asked him softly, running a hand through his blond hair.

Draco sighed and murmured, "No, just tired."

The other teen believed him, and Draco felt a little bad at his half- lie. It was true he was feeling tired, but he knew that wasn't the reason he was doing this. He was scared about what was going to happen soon, and he needed comfort from the one person who could give it to him.

"Hold me," he whispered, turning his head and burying it against the other boy's shoulder.

Harry could sense the fear his boyfriend was feeling, and knew Draco was keeping something from him. Something big...oh shit! Could Draco be in labor? But he would tell him, right? Right?!

Feeling more than a little scared himself, he clutched the blond- haired boy to him. He lay a hand on top of Draco's protruding belly and started rubbing it absent-mindedly.

Mmmm...that sure felt nice. Draco relaxed against his lover, sighing in contentment. He hadn't felt a twinge for a while, so maybe he was just imagining things like he'd originally thought--

"Oof," he groaned he felt his abdomen contract in pain. It wasn't that bad, but it was sharper than the other ones had been and surprised him with its intensity.

He instinctively gripped his lower belly, biting his lip at the pressure. Harry had gone tense, and the blond knew he wasn't oblivious to what was happening.

"You're in labor!" the emerald-eyed teen gasped.

As the pain eased, Draco nodded in affirmation and slumped against his boyfriend. "I didn't want to believe it, but..."

"We've got to get to the infirmary!"

Draco immediately shook his head vehemently. "Not yet. Labor takes a long time, and I want to stay out here for a while."

"But Draco!"

"I'm not going. It's nice out here, and I don't want to go inside the stupid infirmary and put a stupid gown and have people stand outside the stupid curtain, listening to my every groan of pain!"

"You do know you can take a numbing potion."

"I'm not taking any potions until these babies are born! I don't trust them. And how would I know if anything was wrong if I can't feel them?"

Harry sighed. There was no way he'd be able to sway his boyfriend. Fine, if Malfoy gave birth in the stands, it would be just what he deserved for being a stubborn git.

They sat through numerous more pains, each one growing stronger as the minutes passed. Harry was getting really worried and wanted to get Draco to the infirmary, but the blond simply wouldn't listen. Even as he gasped and groaned at each contraction, the idiot just sat there and pressed his hands against his large abdomen.

After about half and hour, Draco knew he'd have to get to the infirmary soon. His last contraction had actually been painful, and he knew Harry sensed that. But he was scared to go inside and have the full reality of what was happening hit him. Out here in the stands he could at least pretend that he wasn't going to give birth to his children in only a short amount of time.

"Draco, when did you first feel the pains?" Harry suddenly asked, curious and a little worried that maybe they had less time than what they'd originally thought.

"Only after you caught the Snitch, though I did have a back-ache ever since I woke up. Why?"

The Gryffindor gulped, remembering what he'd read in the various pregnancy books Hermione had given them. Hadn't they said that sometimes the beginning of labor was indicated by an ache in the lower-back? And that the pains didn't come till a little later in labor if this happened?

"Just curious. And can you tell me where you felt the back-ache?"

Draco turned his head and looked at his boyfriend, more than a little suspicious of the questions Harry was asking him. "My lower back."

The other boy's face had gone white, and the raven-haired teen said, "Uh, Draco? Do you remember what those pregnancy books said about the different kinds of first-stage labor?"

With a feeling of uneasiness, the silvery-eyed boy thought back and abruptly reached the same conclusion his lover had reached. Oh fuck...

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I'm evil, aren't I? I just had to cut the chapter off right here because I thought it would be especially fun to drag the labor out a bit. And I wanted to let the people squicky about labor be warned that I'm not afraid to write a lovely birth scene. So, be warned that chapter thirteen is strictly a labor and birth chapter! Okay...and there will be some Harry/Draco mushiness that happens in the aftermath of the birth.

Oh yeah, and I really am sorry I haven't updated in almost a month. I had some writers' block and was immersed in reading other fanfics. But don't worry, Spring Break is here and I'll finish this story in no time! Anyway, I'm really glad a lot of people like my story and THANK YOU for all the wonderful reviews! And I did add that Snape poem like some people asked. Did you guys like it? Well, I got to go and start writing chapter thirteen. See ya around!