Oh Merlin, Why Does This Stuff Happen To ME!?
I did not leave that little room all night or for the better part of the next day. I cried myself to sleep and did not wake until around lunch. Hopefully, none of the teachers went looking for me. For once, I didn't throw up, which I was thankful for because there were no wastebaskets.
I rummaged through my knapsack and you will not believe what I grabbed… A photo album with all the pictures he and I ever took of one another and together, the little crystal he had given me the previous Christmas, his favourite sweater, one of his t-shirts and a pair of my jeans.
I nearly cried again. How could he do that to me? I didn't understand. Everything was going so well. It hurt so much not knowing what I had done to bring this on.
I needed to change; my school clothes were bugging me, which meant that I had to put his clothes on. I took off my school robes and put on my jeans. I took a deep breath, picked up his t-shirt and pulled it over my head. It smelt like him, like sandalwood and cinnamon. It was so cold out, so I put on his sweater too; it was the one Mrs. Weasley had given him last Christmas, it was scarlet and had an 'H' in emerald green on it. He loved that sweater, almost as much as the bracelet I had given him.
Once I had changed, I settled on the windowsill with my back pressed to the frame and one of my legs up on the sill while the other just hung down, nearly touching the floor. I looked out across the white and brightly lit grounds. Snow was everywhere. The sun was shining like there was no tomorrow and its warmth was making me drowsy. I was about to doze off when there came a knock on the door.
I didn't answer; I knew he'd come in.
"Draco?" Harry asked as he opened the door and poked his head in.
"Go away," I said quietly.
"I know you hate me right now, but Dumbledore wants to talk to us," he said sincerely.
"When?" I asked turning to him. He had bags under his eyes and he looked tired.
"Right now," he answered.
"Go ahead, I'm coming," I said and there was a bit of an edge to my voice. He winced, nodded and left.
* * *
I cautiously stepped into the Headmaster's office and the door clicked shut behind me.
"Madame Pomfrey says you have been having morning sickness, is that true, Mr. Malfoy?" Dumbledore asked seriously as I sat down. At that point I was very moody for some unknown reason but the mood I was in was a result Harry and the Weasley girl.
"Well, if she said it, it must be true," I snapped and he smiled.
"Did you ever consider the possibility that you might be… well, pregnant?" He asked seriously. I looked at him as if he had gone senile in his old age.
"You're joking right?" I laughed.
"No, I'm quite serious," he said calmly.
"I thought it was blatantly obvious that I was male."
"That does not matter in this situation-."
"Situation?!" I yelled.
"Draco, please calm yourself-."
"Calm myself?!" I shouted.
I raced out of the office; eyes alight with rage, out into the small space in front of Dumbledore's office. Harry was seated by the door that was opposite the stairs.
"You little fuck!" I shouted. He jumped up from his seat in an instant.
"What?" He asked slightly angry.
"What?" I shrieked. "What?!"
I dove at him. I was so mad. Much as many people think, I have never raised a hand in anger toward anyone, but then it at that point I decided to make an exception in my rage. I punched him in the stomach. I was venting my rage from the previous night and it felt oh-so good.
"How could you do this to me! How could you!"
"Do what?" He asked but it was muffled as he defended himself pretty well by grabbing my arms, but I was still trying to get shots in.
"You got me pregnant you bastard! How could you!" I screamed. He looked at me as if I had lost it.
"What?" He asked confused.
"You fucking heard me!"
"I did but I don't understand."
"Of course you don't! I don't understand either! But I am! It explains everything! Throwing up! Moodiness!" I got one more shot in before Dumbledore came out into the small corridor, his eye ever twinkling as he peeled me off Harry. Why did that man find everything so god damned funny?
* * *
"Why me?" I asked, baffled and slightly afraid of what he was going to tell me, as we sat in Dumbledore's office.
"Because you were born of the dark. Harry was the light that shone through and ended those dark times for a little while," Dumbledore replied with the usual twinkle in his eye.
"What do you mean he was born of the dark?" Harry asked.
"Draco was born at the height of Voldemort's reign. He was the only child in the entire world to be born at the very second Voldemort's power was at it's zenith," Dumbledore said calmly.
"And what does that have to do with me getting pregnant?" I asked a little panicked as what was happening to me began to sink in.
"Light connected with dark and I guess it did not matter that you are the same sex or that you both are male. It would be the same if it were the other way around. Harry could have gotten pregnant, too. This is called the 'Chosen of the Gods' effect, but it is also known as the 'Light/Dark Theory'. 'Chosen of the Gods' came from when this happened in the earlier days of magic after the death of Merlin. He and Circe were considered gods and it was, and still is in most cases, believed that they picked the two quite carefully, and the child is the way it keeps the two of you together. It's quite complicated once you get into it."
"Once you get into it?" I muttered. That right there was a lot to swallow. I couldn't imagine how much more complicated it was going to get.
"This effect gives you both double powers. So, when you are together you are twice as powerful as you would be when apart. This is an excellent advantage to you both because you are both in danger of being killed by Voldemort; I believe that is why the two of you were picked. You both can also perform complex two-person spells if you have the patience to learn them," Dumbledore replied smiling.
"Is that why you let us live together?" Harry asked.
"Precisely why. I had an inkling that it might be you two," Dumbledore smiled.
"O.k. I have a question. Where is the child going to grow? I don't exactly have the… anatomy… for it, do I?" I asked.
"We have things to help you with that. Plus, we'll help you with the delivery and make it as painless as possible. The child will have to be born c-section. You're due in… July," Dumbledore said quietly.
It fully sunk in what was happening and I began to cry. Harry was at my side in an instant, holding me in his arms. Much as I hated him at the time, I took comfort in his embrace.
"Shh, it's o.k. It's going to be o.k," he cooed as he rocked me gently back and forth.
"Dad's gonna kill me." That was the only thing I was worried about at that point.
Disclaimer: Who really needs this by now… You know I only own the plot…
A/N: So the truth comes out, eh? I hope you all don't hate me for doing that to 'Poor Draco'. Anyway, if you don't like don't kill me… I'm still gonna write this. But I really do wish you'll keep coming back… I thank you all for reading and reviewing… Thanks again… Luv, Gia.
P.S. To Kuja: I'm not British/English so I apologise in advance for the technicalities. : )