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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"My sentiments exactly," Harry said, looking quite close to panicking. Panicking was not something he wanted to do and wouldn't be good for this situation. Shit. . .he was starting to panic.
Draco immediately recognized the look in his boyfriend's eyes and clutched his arm in an iron-tight grip. "Oh no you don't! You're not allowed to panic!"
The raven-haired Gryffindor took a few deep breaths to try and calm himself and miraculously it worked. He could feel himself becoming more alert and relaxed with each inhale and exhale. "Okay, here's what we need to do. Get you to the infirmary NOW."
"Like that wasn't obvious," the silver-eyed teen muttered, rolling his eyes before clenching them shut as a contraction hit him. Damn! These were getting to be quite painful!
Quickly, Harry got to his feet and gently helped the panting boy stand. He hated seeing his lover in such pain and truth be told, this was all quite disturbing. How could Draco actually be this close to giving birth to two other human beings? It sounded so weird and yet it really was happening.
With a comforting arm around Draco's shoulders and his free hand holding the slightly sweaty hand of the other teen, Harry slowly made his way out of the stands and onto the Quidditch Pitch. Draco was really waddling now, one hand cupped to his cumbersome belly. Beads of sweat dotted his pale forehead and pain shadowed his grey eyes.
They walked across the pitch and started the long trek to the castle, stopping every few minutes when Draco froze with pain. Damn, these contractions were really starting to come faster than earlier. Harry was worried that this meant the labor was already well-progressed.
Halfway across the lawn, Draco stopped in his tracks yet again with a whimper of pain. It just figured that no one was around when something like this was happening!
The blond-haired Slytherin was slightly bent over, pressing his one hand to his belly tightly, the other hand clutching Harry's hand with all his strength. Stupid contractions! They bloody hurt! As the wave of pain slowly crested, he panted softly and tried to focus on the comfort Harry's presence was.
"I wish this had never happened," he groaned.
Just as Harry was about to reply something to this, Draco gasped loudly and this definitely wasn't a sound of pain. It was of stunned surprise as he felt a great release of liquid.
"Oh shit! My water broke!"
Looks like the birth canal finished forming. They really, really had to get to the infirmary immediately...as in as soon possible!!!
Somehow Draco managed to put on a burst of speed and continued walking even when another contraction seized his belly. They made it to the front of the school in almost no time at all, and they found Hermione waiting there. A concerned look was settled on her warm features as she saw the way the two boys were acting.
"Harry? Malfoy?"
At precisely that time, another contraction decided to make and appearance and Draco let out a cry of pain. This really hurt now! He wanted to curl up into a ball and have someone make the pain go away. Damnit...why did he have to go through with this?
Harry answered the obvious. "He's in labor. We need to get to the infirmary NOW."
The bushy-haired girl heard the urgent tone in his voice and saw the pained look on Malfoy's face. This was serious! How far into labor was he?
They started walking and she asked, "How far is he? And why didn't you come inside sooner?"
"Pretty far. His water already broke and we figure that he was in labor when he woke up this morning. We didn't come inside because he didn't know he was that far along. He just had a back-ache until about an hour ago."
Hermione had read up on all those pregnancy books she'd given to Draco and Harry. She knew exactly what that meant and felt worry twisting her insides. He'd been in labor for at least eight hours! And by the looks of it, he was one of the lucky ones to have a quicker labor than most people.
Aha! They'd reached the infirmary, and just in time. Just as they walked through the doorway, Draco bent over with a loud shout and clutched his belly with both hands. That noise brought Madame Pomfrey running towards them with a look full of worry and admonishment on her face.
As she led the pain-wracked boy over to the section they'd prepared especially for him, she yelled at Harry, "Why in Merlin's name did you wait this long to bring him? He's already well into labor!"
"We didn't know he was this far!" the emerald-eyed teen yelled back, clenching his fists and feeling tears prick his eyelids. Did she have to yell at him when his love was doubled over in pain not three feet away?
The healer sighed and calmed down. It was wrong of her to yell, but drat! First-time parents were so foolish sometimes. She helped Malfoy out of his robe and get into the bed. Drawing the curtains around the area, she looked into his face and saw the fear there. My, he was so young to be going through something such as this. It wasn't fair.
Harry was standing just inside the curtains, watching as Madame Pomfrey clucked over his boyfriend. This seemed so unreal to him. How was this even happening? And oh, why did Draco have to go through so much pain?
"Harry?" Draco cried out fearfully as another pain took ahold of his body. Where was Harry? He was scared! Fuck, he couldn't do this alone!
A warm hand clasped his and he felt relief flow through him even as the contraction continued to clutch at his great belly. As long as Harry was here, things would be okay. Phew...finally the stupid contraction ended. It hurt so much he decided that the numbing potion looked rather appealing at this moment in time.
Madame Pomfrey had been inspecting Draco during this last contraction and she straightened up, a smile on her kindly face. "It looks like Mr. Malfoy will be delivering within the next couple hours."
Next couple hours? No! Couldn't they be delivered now? As in RIGHT now?
"Give me the numbing potion!" the blond wailed, terrified of so much more pain.
Sympathy lit her eyes as she replied, "I'm sorry, but it's too late. You're already eight centimeters dilated and you can only use the potion up until five centimeters."
Nooooo!!!! "Damn you, woman! Gimme the potion!"
Harry was shocked at his boyfriend actually swearing at the healer. He was now really glad it hadn't been him who had gotten pregnant, although he knew he would never say that to Draco or risk getting his balls ripped off.
"This is all your fault, Potter!" Another contraction hit Draco and he lashed out randomly.
"This isn't funny, Granger! Wait till you have kids!" Okay...not a good idea for Hermione to be laughing from where she stood outside the curtain.
Draco's hair was now messed up and he was sweating. All in all, he looked nothing like the impeccable Malfoy he was. That made the blond- haired boy even more irritable. Lots of pain + looking less than perfect = very bad-tempered Draco Malfoy. Harry was suddenly glad Colin wasn't here with his camera or else WWIII would've ended up starting. And the usually brave Gryffindor trembled at the thought that this was going to last for another two hours...
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"Fuck you and every one of your goddamned ancestors, Potter!" Draco yelled, clutching his protruding abdomen and now sweating profusely.
It had been like this for the past hour. Some of the curses Draco had uttered had actually been quite colorful to say the least. His father was probably turning over in his grave at the sight (and sound!) of his son. Pureblood wizards such as Draco Lucius Malfoy simply did not act like this. It was unseemly. Of course, Draco really didn't care about what was seemly or unseemly at the moment. He wanted those babies out of him and his goddamned boyfriend put in a box with a horny monkey for fifty years!
By this point in time, Harry had taken off his robe and rolled up his sleeves. His poor hand was numb from all the gripping of it during every single contraction. He'd probably have to have it amputated from all the torture it was going through!
Suddenly, Draco turned his head and looked his boyfriend in the eyes. At the love and patience he saw shining in those emerald orbs, the blond- haired Slytherin felt a wave of love crash through him. "Damnit, I don't deserve you, Harry."
Those whispered words made the savior of the wizarding world open his eyes wide and instantly reply, "It's me who doesn't deserve you. You're going through so much to give birth to my children. I love you so much!"
A smile appeared on the laboring teen's face and he said, "I love you, too."
Just after he uttered those so-true words, Draco felt the strong urge to PUSH! And so he immediately yelled, "I need to push!"
Madame Pomfrey bustled over and checked him. She nodded and said, "Whenever a contraction comes, count to five and then push. Remember to keep your breathing even."
He heard her, but was distracted by the contraction that swelled up and blocked anything else out of his mind. Doing as the healer said, he counted and then pushed. Counted and then pushed. He repeated this pattern over and over again during each contraction that wracked his normally- slender body.
After about an hour of pushing, Madame Pomfrey was situated at the base of the bed and leaning towards the straining (and practically screaming) teen. "Ah, that's it. With this push, the baby's head should appear."
And so it did. Harry gasped at the sight of the dark crown of hair that appeared as his child began its way into the world. The kindly healer caught the baby in her waiting hands and ordered, "Harry, grab a blanket and wrap him in it."
The boy did as he was told and soon held his now-screaming child. He stood rooted to the spot, staring at his red-faced little boy with wonder. This little bundle was his baby!
Draco screamed again, which prompted Harry to whip his head towards his boyfriend and see their second child slide into the world. It was another boy, this one with platinum-blond hair. This baby didn't scream as the first one did, but instead blinked and let out a plaintive sound that sounded awfully like a command.
Madame Pomfrey wrapped the second baby in a blanket and handed the child to Harry as well. He now had two little bundles in his arms, his children. Draco was lying back against the pillows on the bed, watching him as he stared at the little babies.
"Can I see them?" the blond-haired teen asked, his voice soft.
Harry walked towards his lover with a gentle smile on his face and lowered the bundles so that Draco could see them. The same look of wonder that was apparent in own face appeared on the silver-eyed teen's features.
"Oh!" he gasped.
The healer came over and said, "I'll need to examine them now."
Harry handed her the babies and waited with bated breath as she muttered a few quick spells to examine the tiny children. "The dark-haired one weighs four pounds nine ounces and the light-haired one weighs four pounds six ounces. For being so tiny, they are perfectly formed and quite healthy."
The two fathers breathed sighs of relief. Madame Pomfrey handed them back and left the curtained area to go get the bassinets that had been found earlier for the babies to be put in. Harry and Draco took this time alone to wonder over the fact that they now had two baby boys of their own.
"What do you want to name them?" Draco asked after a moment.
Hmm. They'd barely thought about names, sort of afraid to because that would make everything so much more real. But now that the babies were here, they would have to have names. Drat! Procrastination was never good.
Harry looked down at the raven-haired baby in his arms and felt a warm feeling curl through him. The screaming baby had calmed down and now blinked his eyes curiously. Almost immediately, the Gryffindor knew what to name him.
"How about James Sirius Potter-Malfoy?"
They had argued about the whole Potter-Malfoy thing for months until Draco finally backed down because he couldn't deny that Potter-Malfoy had a much better ring to it than Malfoy-Potter.
A smile broke out across the blond's tired features. "I like it. How about Lucian Gregory Potter-Malfoy? Lucian is a lot like the name Lucius, and I think it would be nice create the name anew."
Hmm. That was an interesting idea, and it seemed quite good to Harry. "I like it. Did I ever tell you how much I love you?"
"A hundred times, but I'd love to hear it again," Draco said with his usual playful smirk.
"Then I'll say it again and again until I can't say it anymore," his raven-haired lover vowed, placing a gentle kiss on his boyfriend's forehead.
They both agreed that it was a sound plan if they'd ever heard one. One thing was for sure; they would never stop loving each other and would profess that love as much as they could in the years to come. Their lovely children were only the first step...
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Don't worry, I will write another chapter and maybe another. I know everyone is just dying to know exactly how the two little boys end up! Anyway, I want to thank all my reviewers for their awesome reviews. I'm so glad people like my stories! I wrote this chapter as quickly as I could, and I'll have you know it's almost five A.M and I'm only awake because of the caffeine I've ingested. And it's Easter, too! See how much I love writing? Well, I hope this chapter was enjoyable and I'll update soon!
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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"My sentiments exactly," Harry said, looking quite close to panicking. Panicking was not something he wanted to do and wouldn't be good for this situation. Shit. . .he was starting to panic.
Draco immediately recognized the look in his boyfriend's eyes and clutched his arm in an iron-tight grip. "Oh no you don't! You're not allowed to panic!"
The raven-haired Gryffindor took a few deep breaths to try and calm himself and miraculously it worked. He could feel himself becoming more alert and relaxed with each inhale and exhale. "Okay, here's what we need to do. Get you to the infirmary NOW."
"Like that wasn't obvious," the silver-eyed teen muttered, rolling his eyes before clenching them shut as a contraction hit him. Damn! These were getting to be quite painful!
Quickly, Harry got to his feet and gently helped the panting boy stand. He hated seeing his lover in such pain and truth be told, this was all quite disturbing. How could Draco actually be this close to giving birth to two other human beings? It sounded so weird and yet it really was happening.
With a comforting arm around Draco's shoulders and his free hand holding the slightly sweaty hand of the other teen, Harry slowly made his way out of the stands and onto the Quidditch Pitch. Draco was really waddling now, one hand cupped to his cumbersome belly. Beads of sweat dotted his pale forehead and pain shadowed his grey eyes.
They walked across the pitch and started the long trek to the castle, stopping every few minutes when Draco froze with pain. Damn, these contractions were really starting to come faster than earlier. Harry was worried that this meant the labor was already well-progressed.
Halfway across the lawn, Draco stopped in his tracks yet again with a whimper of pain. It just figured that no one was around when something like this was happening!
The blond-haired Slytherin was slightly bent over, pressing his one hand to his belly tightly, the other hand clutching Harry's hand with all his strength. Stupid contractions! They bloody hurt! As the wave of pain slowly crested, he panted softly and tried to focus on the comfort Harry's presence was.
"I wish this had never happened," he groaned.
Just as Harry was about to reply something to this, Draco gasped loudly and this definitely wasn't a sound of pain. It was of stunned surprise as he felt a great release of liquid.
"Oh shit! My water broke!"
Looks like the birth canal finished forming. They really, really had to get to the infirmary immediately...as in as soon possible!!!
Somehow Draco managed to put on a burst of speed and continued walking even when another contraction seized his belly. They made it to the front of the school in almost no time at all, and they found Hermione waiting there. A concerned look was settled on her warm features as she saw the way the two boys were acting.
"Harry? Malfoy?"
At precisely that time, another contraction decided to make and appearance and Draco let out a cry of pain. This really hurt now! He wanted to curl up into a ball and have someone make the pain go away. Damnit...why did he have to go through with this?
Harry answered the obvious. "He's in labor. We need to get to the infirmary NOW."
The bushy-haired girl heard the urgent tone in his voice and saw the pained look on Malfoy's face. This was serious! How far into labor was he?
They started walking and she asked, "How far is he? And why didn't you come inside sooner?"
"Pretty far. His water already broke and we figure that he was in labor when he woke up this morning. We didn't come inside because he didn't know he was that far along. He just had a back-ache until about an hour ago."
Hermione had read up on all those pregnancy books she'd given to Draco and Harry. She knew exactly what that meant and felt worry twisting her insides. He'd been in labor for at least eight hours! And by the looks of it, he was one of the lucky ones to have a quicker labor than most people.
Aha! They'd reached the infirmary, and just in time. Just as they walked through the doorway, Draco bent over with a loud shout and clutched his belly with both hands. That noise brought Madame Pomfrey running towards them with a look full of worry and admonishment on her face.
As she led the pain-wracked boy over to the section they'd prepared especially for him, she yelled at Harry, "Why in Merlin's name did you wait this long to bring him? He's already well into labor!"
"We didn't know he was this far!" the emerald-eyed teen yelled back, clenching his fists and feeling tears prick his eyelids. Did she have to yell at him when his love was doubled over in pain not three feet away?
The healer sighed and calmed down. It was wrong of her to yell, but drat! First-time parents were so foolish sometimes. She helped Malfoy out of his robe and get into the bed. Drawing the curtains around the area, she looked into his face and saw the fear there. My, he was so young to be going through something such as this. It wasn't fair.
Harry was standing just inside the curtains, watching as Madame Pomfrey clucked over his boyfriend. This seemed so unreal to him. How was this even happening? And oh, why did Draco have to go through so much pain?
"Harry?" Draco cried out fearfully as another pain took ahold of his body. Where was Harry? He was scared! Fuck, he couldn't do this alone!
A warm hand clasped his and he felt relief flow through him even as the contraction continued to clutch at his great belly. As long as Harry was here, things would be okay. Phew...finally the stupid contraction ended. It hurt so much he decided that the numbing potion looked rather appealing at this moment in time.
Madame Pomfrey had been inspecting Draco during this last contraction and she straightened up, a smile on her kindly face. "It looks like Mr. Malfoy will be delivering within the next couple hours."
Next couple hours? No! Couldn't they be delivered now? As in RIGHT now?
"Give me the numbing potion!" the blond wailed, terrified of so much more pain.
Sympathy lit her eyes as she replied, "I'm sorry, but it's too late. You're already eight centimeters dilated and you can only use the potion up until five centimeters."
Nooooo!!!! "Damn you, woman! Gimme the potion!"
Harry was shocked at his boyfriend actually swearing at the healer. He was now really glad it hadn't been him who had gotten pregnant, although he knew he would never say that to Draco or risk getting his balls ripped off.
"This is all your fault, Potter!" Another contraction hit Draco and he lashed out randomly.
"This isn't funny, Granger! Wait till you have kids!" Okay...not a good idea for Hermione to be laughing from where she stood outside the curtain.
Draco's hair was now messed up and he was sweating. All in all, he looked nothing like the impeccable Malfoy he was. That made the blond- haired boy even more irritable. Lots of pain + looking less than perfect = very bad-tempered Draco Malfoy. Harry was suddenly glad Colin wasn't here with his camera or else WWIII would've ended up starting. And the usually brave Gryffindor trembled at the thought that this was going to last for another two hours...
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"Fuck you and every one of your goddamned ancestors, Potter!" Draco yelled, clutching his protruding abdomen and now sweating profusely.
It had been like this for the past hour. Some of the curses Draco had uttered had actually been quite colorful to say the least. His father was probably turning over in his grave at the sight (and sound!) of his son. Pureblood wizards such as Draco Lucius Malfoy simply did not act like this. It was unseemly. Of course, Draco really didn't care about what was seemly or unseemly at the moment. He wanted those babies out of him and his goddamned boyfriend put in a box with a horny monkey for fifty years!
By this point in time, Harry had taken off his robe and rolled up his sleeves. His poor hand was numb from all the gripping of it during every single contraction. He'd probably have to have it amputated from all the torture it was going through!
Suddenly, Draco turned his head and looked his boyfriend in the eyes. At the love and patience he saw shining in those emerald orbs, the blond- haired Slytherin felt a wave of love crash through him. "Damnit, I don't deserve you, Harry."
Those whispered words made the savior of the wizarding world open his eyes wide and instantly reply, "It's me who doesn't deserve you. You're going through so much to give birth to my children. I love you so much!"
A smile appeared on the laboring teen's face and he said, "I love you, too."
Just after he uttered those so-true words, Draco felt the strong urge to PUSH! And so he immediately yelled, "I need to push!"
Madame Pomfrey bustled over and checked him. She nodded and said, "Whenever a contraction comes, count to five and then push. Remember to keep your breathing even."
He heard her, but was distracted by the contraction that swelled up and blocked anything else out of his mind. Doing as the healer said, he counted and then pushed. Counted and then pushed. He repeated this pattern over and over again during each contraction that wracked his normally- slender body.
After about an hour of pushing, Madame Pomfrey was situated at the base of the bed and leaning towards the straining (and practically screaming) teen. "Ah, that's it. With this push, the baby's head should appear."
And so it did. Harry gasped at the sight of the dark crown of hair that appeared as his child began its way into the world. The kindly healer caught the baby in her waiting hands and ordered, "Harry, grab a blanket and wrap him in it."
The boy did as he was told and soon held his now-screaming child. He stood rooted to the spot, staring at his red-faced little boy with wonder. This little bundle was his baby!
Draco screamed again, which prompted Harry to whip his head towards his boyfriend and see their second child slide into the world. It was another boy, this one with platinum-blond hair. This baby didn't scream as the first one did, but instead blinked and let out a plaintive sound that sounded awfully like a command.
Madame Pomfrey wrapped the second baby in a blanket and handed the child to Harry as well. He now had two little bundles in his arms, his children. Draco was lying back against the pillows on the bed, watching him as he stared at the little babies.
"Can I see them?" the blond-haired teen asked, his voice soft.
Harry walked towards his lover with a gentle smile on his face and lowered the bundles so that Draco could see them. The same look of wonder that was apparent in own face appeared on the silver-eyed teen's features.
"Oh!" he gasped.
The healer came over and said, "I'll need to examine them now."
Harry handed her the babies and waited with bated breath as she muttered a few quick spells to examine the tiny children. "The dark-haired one weighs four pounds nine ounces and the light-haired one weighs four pounds six ounces. For being so tiny, they are perfectly formed and quite healthy."
The two fathers breathed sighs of relief. Madame Pomfrey handed them back and left the curtained area to go get the bassinets that had been found earlier for the babies to be put in. Harry and Draco took this time alone to wonder over the fact that they now had two baby boys of their own.
"What do you want to name them?" Draco asked after a moment.
Hmm. They'd barely thought about names, sort of afraid to because that would make everything so much more real. But now that the babies were here, they would have to have names. Drat! Procrastination was never good.
Harry looked down at the raven-haired baby in his arms and felt a warm feeling curl through him. The screaming baby had calmed down and now blinked his eyes curiously. Almost immediately, the Gryffindor knew what to name him.
"How about James Sirius Potter-Malfoy?"
They had argued about the whole Potter-Malfoy thing for months until Draco finally backed down because he couldn't deny that Potter-Malfoy had a much better ring to it than Malfoy-Potter.
A smile broke out across the blond's tired features. "I like it. How about Lucian Gregory Potter-Malfoy? Lucian is a lot like the name Lucius, and I think it would be nice create the name anew."
Hmm. That was an interesting idea, and it seemed quite good to Harry. "I like it. Did I ever tell you how much I love you?"
"A hundred times, but I'd love to hear it again," Draco said with his usual playful smirk.
"Then I'll say it again and again until I can't say it anymore," his raven-haired lover vowed, placing a gentle kiss on his boyfriend's forehead.
They both agreed that it was a sound plan if they'd ever heard one. One thing was for sure; they would never stop loving each other and would profess that love as much as they could in the years to come. Their lovely children were only the first step...
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Don't worry, I will write another chapter and maybe another. I know everyone is just dying to know exactly how the two little boys end up! Anyway, I want to thank all my reviewers for their awesome reviews. I'm so glad people like my stories! I wrote this chapter as quickly as I could, and I'll have you know it's almost five A.M and I'm only awake because of the caffeine I've ingested. And it's Easter, too! See how much I love writing? Well, I hope this chapter was enjoyable and I'll update soon!
