There For You
Rating: R for attempted suicide, slash and mpreg. Some language as well.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters they are owned by the amazing J. K. Rowling.
A/N: (I forgot to put this up at the end of the last chapter.) YAY! I need suggestions for baby names for both Harry/Draco and Ron/Hermione's babies! Also, which gender should each one be? I'm open to any suggestions : )
Thanks to Dragon Tears Wing, Sylvia Sylverton, Hannah, tarshil, and nolaluvzlegolas for reviewing. I'm sorry I didn't write a thanks for everyone like I normally do, I just wanted this to get up ASAP!
One more thing! This chapter has not been beta read yet. So some things may not quite make sense. I've been lazy and wrote this chapter 2 days ago so again, I wanted to get it up ASAP. I will have Meagan read it, write out special thanks to everyone and re-upload this chapter soon.
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Chapter 7 ~Draco's Secret Room~
Harry had just apparated home and, with a big grin, was now running from room to room looking for Hermione and Ron.
"RON!" He screamed. "HERMIONE!" He heard hurried footsteps above his head and he ran to the stairs.
"What?! What is it?!" Ron said urgently.
"Harry! What's-" Hermione stopped mid-sentence when she saw the grin on Harry's face. "What's going on?" Harry didn't speak.
"St. Mungo's" Was the only thing Harry said before apparating away.
Hermione and Ron looked at each other with twin expressions of confusion. They apparated to St. Mungo's where Harry was waiting.
"What in Merlin's name is going on?" Ron asked exasperatedly.
"They found out why Draco had a 'stress attack'" Harry explained, walking towards Draco's room.
"You mean…he didn't have a stress attack?" Hermione was still bewildered.
"Nope!" Harry replied.
"Well…what was it?" Ron questioned.
Harry didn't answer. They were now in front of the off white door leading to Draco's room. Harry stopped in front of the door and stood still.
"Uh…we going in?" Ron asked.
"We have to wait for Healer Pye to come out, he's running some tests. I'm sure you don't want to go in there and get an eyeful of Draco," Harry clarified.
Hermione screwed up her face in concentration. She had heard that name before. "Why do I know that name?" she wondered aloud.
'SHIT!' Harry thought. 'She doesn't know he's a male pregnancy healer does she?'
They waited for roughly five minutes before Augustus Pye appeared and winked at Harry. Hermione gasped.
'Fuck!' Harry groaned.
"He was the trainee healer when Ron's father was here!" Hermione finally recognized the name. Harry let out a long sigh of relief and laughed at Hermione.
"What?" She said. Harry ignored her and knocked on the door.
"You decent?" He called.
"Yes!" was the reply. Harry walked into the room.
Draco was wide-awake. He looked much better than he had earlier in the morning. Hermione ran over and started asking questions.
"Are you ok? Do you want some water? Anything?"
"No, really Hermione, I'm fine!" Draco said impatiently.
"Hermione!" Harry finally half-yelled when she continued with her questions.
"What?" She demanded. "I just want him to be comfortable!"
"Yes…well we have news," Harry told her. Hermione walked over to Ron's side, complaining. Harry walked to Draco's bed and Draco grabbed his hand and squeezed it.
"You tell them," Draco urged.
Harry grinned. "You sure?"
"Positive."
Harry let out a nervous breath. "Ok. Draco," he kissed Draco's head, "is…pregnant." Hermione's eyes went wide.
"What?!" Ron partially yelled. "Guys cant…can they?!"
"Sure can!" Draco sounded incredibly happy. "Looks like your not alone Hermione."
Hermione squealed and ran to Harry and Draco. She gave each a hug. Ron, after getting over the shock of learning males could get pregnant, clapped them on the shoulder with a "congratulations!"
Hermione and Ron stayed for lunch, which consisted of particularly nasty hospital food. Draco complained through the meal so when the time came to leave, Hermione and Ron seemed quite happy to be going.
Healer Ackerman returned at half past one and did a short physical and announced that Draco was allowed to leave. He was told to schedule appointments every other week with Healer Pye to check up on the baby. He also told Draco to be careful with his activities. He shouldn't lift anything heavy, no Quidditch and, worst of all, no sex for a week. But Draco was happy about being able to leave so the 'no sex' didn't bother him…yet.
"Can we go to Florean Fortescue's to get an ice cream?" Draco asked. Harry smiled.
"Yes dear," he cooed as if he was talking to a three year old. Draco glared at Harry. Harry kissed him hard on the lips. Draco tried to stay mad, but found it impossible.
The two apparated to the Leaky Cauldron, Blaise was there, drinking, and Draco stopped to talk for a few minutes. They finally made it to Fortescue's, ate they're ice cream in the warmth of the small shop and talked happily.
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"Bring me Draco, this is his last chance at redeeming himself and joining us!"
"NEVER!" Narcissa shouted.
"BRING ME YOUR FAGGOT SON OR I WILL KILL YOU BOTH!"
(A/N: The word 'faggot' is not meant to offend anyone. I just think that is what Voldemort would call a homosexual.)
"NO! NOT DRACO! DON'T KILL HIM!" Narcissa screamed, sobbing.
Narcissa's 'friends' had brought her to a dinner party earlier that evening and it appeared that one of them had slipped some sort of pill in her drink. She passed out and the others had dragged her back to Malfoy Manor where Voldemort was waiting.
"Just do it Narcissa, he wont harm your dear son," Narcissa's friend Donna grinned evilly. Narcissa immediately knew Donna was lying, she had accidentally let it slip that she was having an affair with Voldemort and Narcissa knew Donna would do anything to keep him happy.
Narcissa turned to run but was hit on the head with a lamp and blacked out.
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"NO!" Harry screamed as he shot up in bed.
"What?!" Draco woke up instantly. Harry scrambled out of bed, covered in sweat, and started getting dressed.
"Harry?" Draco said worriedly. Harry didn't reply, just resumed getting dressed. When he had pulled on a shirt, he started scribbling on parchment and ran to the window for Hedwig.
"HARRY!" Draco bellowed. Harry finally heard him.
"Oh, Draco! Love! I'm so sorry!" Harry walked towards Draco.
"What?"
"Your mum…"
"Harry? What? Tell me!" Draco said urgently.
"Voldemort…"
Draco started to panic. "What! Tell me!"
"He kidnapped her!"
"What?! Why?!"
"She wouldn't bring you to him."
"Maybe it was just a dream…not real…" Draco tried to convince himself. Harry knew this was not true but didn't tell Draco otherwise. He walked over to Hedwig and was about to tie the parchment to her leg.
"Don't you dare send that!"
"We might be able to save her!"
"DON'T SAY THAT! She's at home, nothing is wrong!" Draco screamed.
"Ok," Harry said calmly, putting the letter in his pocket. "Lets go see if she's at The Manor. If she's not, I will send this to Dumbledore and everything will be fine."
Draco calmed down a bit, but not much. Harry slid into the bathroom and apparated to Hermione's room. Ron was walking towards the door, he must have heard all the noise and was going to check it out.
"Send this to Dumbledore right away! Hedwig's in my room. Don't come in until we're gone." Harry threw the parchment at Ron and apparated back to the bathroom, hoping Draco hadn't heard and that Ron had understood him.
Thankfully he hadn't and the he and Harry apparated to the manor, Draco could apparate until the second month of pregnancy but then he had to use Floo powder to get around. They found themselves in the kitchen of Malfoy Manor, Draco took off at a run.
"MOTHER!" He hollered, over and over. He ran to all of Narcissa's favorite rooms, making his way to her bedroom.
Harry was not far behind. "NARCISSA!" He bellowed.
When they finally made it to Narcissa's room, all there was, was a note.
Dearest Draco,
I have been kidnapped.
Don't worry, I will not be harmed.
I beg you not to do anything to put yourself in danger.
I Love you very much.
Love,
Mother
Draco stood in shock. Harry, out of breath, walked over and put his arms around Draco, trying to comfort him.
Harry wondered briefly how Narcissa had written a note to Draco when she was unconscious, but assumed it was some type of magic.
"Don't worry, we'll save her," Harry whispered.
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The two spent the rest of the night at The Manor. Harry had tried to take Draco home, but Draco was refusing to leave. Harry knew Death Eaters would, more than likely, show up soon, expecting them. When he voiced his concern, Draco made no reply.
Instead, he stood up and walked to the fireplace. He tapped a brick with his wand and the fireplace turned around revealing a small room, completely empty except for a ladder. Draco stepped onto the ladder but didn't climb it. Harry stood confused for a moment but the ladder started to move up. He quickly hopped on behind Draco.
They ended up in, what seemed to be, Draco's room. Draco walked over to the enormous bed in the middle of the room, knelt down beside it, and put his hand under it. His hand soon reemerged and he quickly hopped on the bed, pulling Harry with him. The bed soon disappeared beneath the floorboards. When it reached ground, Draco and Harry jumped off and the bed vanished.
They found themselves in a large room with a large, deep red, couch and two overstuffed chairs to match. There was a roaring fireplace and pictures scattered throughout. To the left, was the only door in the room. It led to a magnificent black marble bathroom.
"No one knows about this room, not even my parents," Draco whispered. Harry rubbed Draco's back as they sat on the couch. Draco starred at the fire. Harry couldn't even begin to know what Draco felt like. Having a parent be dead was one thing, but having a parent kidnapped with an unknown fate, was completely different. Harry tried to comfort Draco by whispering, "everything is going to be fine," and "I love you," over and over.
Finally, Draco couldn't hold in the pain any longer. He broke down and sobbed in Harry's arms. It felt good to let it all out. Harry felt horrible, he couldn't do anything to fix what had gone wrong. All he could do was sit, wait, and try to comfort his husband. Draco seemed to gather himself and stopped crying.
"She doesn't even know she's going to be a grand-mum!" Draco whispered, and the crying started again, though it was not as hard. He cried in Harry's arms until he exhausted himself to sleep. Harry laid Draco out on the couch and then lay down next to him. It was now almost 4:00 and Harry was beat.
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Harry woke up to muffled voices. He sat up quickly and then crouched back down immediately; fearing that whoever was there would notice him (if they hadn't already).
"Don't worry." Harry jumped off the couch before realizing it was only Draco. Draco laughed, an empty laugh, but a laugh all the same.
"Don't worry," he repeated, "we can hear them but they can't hear us."
"Oh," Harry said, realizing the voices were above his head. He flopped back on the couch next to Draco. "How you doing love?"
"Better…kind of…"
Harry sighed. "I'm so sorry," he whispered and hugged Draco. They lay there, for a while before Draco suggested a bath. Harry agreed and went into the bathroom to fill the bath.
It was an elaborate bathroom with black marble flooring. The black marble extended halfway up the wall where it turned to white paint. There was a black toilet and a black counter with a white marble countertop. In the center of the room, there was a large bath built into the floor.
Harry turned on the tap and found lavender scented bubble bath on the floor beside the bath along with several other bottles. He poured some in and put it back with the other various items.
Draco walked in and went to the bathroom while he waited for the bath to fill. Harry and Draco shrugged off their clothes in silence and sat on a white marble bench next to a wall.
The bath finally filled and the two climbed in, Draco sat on Harry's lap. Harry started to massage Draco's shoulders. Draco let his head loll back, enjoying the massage.
Harry reached for a bottle of "Stella's Soft Hair Shampoo" and massaged it into Draco's hair; he put some on his own head before returning it where it came from. They washed out the shampoo and sat at opposite sides of the bath in a comfortable silence until Draco finally decided it was time to talk.
"I came here when I was mad at my parents, well mainly my father. They could never find me. I could stay here for days at a time. The house elves would send food up. They didn't know where the room was though, its odd really how they can send food to an unknown place…" Draco mused. "The last time I came here was seventh year Christmas break, two days after you went to the Weasley's." Harry had spent the Christmas with Draco and then had gone to the Weasley's for the remainder of break. "My mum told me I was to marry Pansy, I told her I wanted to marry you and then ran here."
Harry didn't know what to say, so he smiled and squeezed Draco's hands.
"Promise me something," Draco said after a few moments silence.
"Anything," Harry replied.
"You'll never leave me, and you wont die at that bastard Voldemort's hands."
Harry hesitated. "I promise I will never leave you…and…I'll do my damndest not to die at Voldemort's hands." Draco didn't seem fully happy at Harry's reply, but he accepted it nonetheless. "Promise me you wont leave me and you wont get hurt when I go for Voldemort," Harry slid next to Draco.
"I…promise," Draco said reluctantly; he didn't want Harry to fight alone, and normally he would never agree to it, but with the baby coming he understood that he had to let Harry go alone.
Harry kissed Draco lovingly. For a moment, Draco knew everything would be ok, no matter what happened to his mother. He needed to know he was loved, and, although Harry said he loved Draco every other second, that kiss proved it. He kissed back hard.
A tapping on the window broke the kiss. The voices upstairs had long since disappeared so both boys were more than a little confused.
"What the hell?!" Draco wondered aloud. "You can't see this room from the outside…"
"Apparently owls can," Harry mumbled when he noticed Hedwig was at the window, wanting to be let in.
Harry climbed out of the warm bath and, not bothering to wrap a towel around himself, let Hedwig in. He untied the letter from her leg and filled a cup with water for her to drink. He walked back to the bath opening the letter.
"What's that?" Draco questioned.
"I had Ron send that letter to Dumbledore when I was in the bathroom right before we came here." Harry responded, unsure of what Draco's reaction would be. Draco glared at Harry but his face immediately softened.
"What did he say?"
Harry opened the letter and glanced it over before reading it aloud. It read:
Harry,
Thank you for telling me. That was smart of you.
We have sent someone to check out the situation and to rescue the wedding.
In the meantime, I suggest you, Ron, and Hermione visit Sirius.
Dumbledore
"Sent someone to rescue the wedding? And isn't Sirius…" Draco didn't like to mention Sirius; Harry was still somewhat touchy at times about the subject.
"Dead. Yes. It's ok you can talk about him. Dumbledore did that incase the letter was intercepted. The 'someone' is probably Snape, 'the wedding' is your mother, and 'visit Sirius' means go live at his old house I assume."
"Oh," Draco became more relaxed; he knew Snape would save his mother. Harry climbed back into the bath, letting the warm water engulf him. Draco slid himself next to Harry and put his head on Harry's shoulder. Harry smiled and put his arm around Draco, pulling him closer.