Explaining it and Yelling
"That was terrible," I cried into Harry's chest. "I think-I think I'd have preferred him to yell…"
"Shh… Draco, calm down," he cooed. "He'll get over it."
"You think so?" I snapped. "You obviously don't know my father. He can hold a grudge for a good few years. If not more. I-… I can't stay here… I've got to be alone… got to go somewhere. Anywhere." I thought about where I could go for a moment. "Harry, I'll be back by midnight."
"Do you think it wise for you to be wandering around that late?"
"No, but I'm going anyway. I'll be back in a few hours. Midnight at the latest. Okay?" I said quietly as I pulled on a thick sweater then put on my cloak.
"Okay, but please be careful. If your not back by midnight I'm going to come looking for you," he said as he watched me get ready.
"You don't even know where I'm going," I pointed out.
"I can still find you," he said quietly.
"How?" I asked forgetting my troubles for a moment.
"Well, I've been learning new things in my spare time."
"Since when have you had spare time?"
"Well, when you went on your escapades at night to the library, I couldn't sleep without you by my side… so I began reading the books that Dumbledore had put in our room. Ironically enough, they were the only known document about the 'Chosen of the Gods' effect and it dealt more with the double powers, rather than the pregnancy itself. We have like, subconscious tracking systems that can be tapped to find one anther."
"Oh," I said in such a way that said 'is that all?'.
"Yeah," he said shifting a little. "Don't be long."
"I'll try," I pecked him on the cheek and swept out the door.
* * *
I stepped out of the carriage into the chill air of the cold night. The words 'Malfoy Cemetary' were written in wrought iron in the archway that led to the cemetary.
I hadn't been there since almost two years previous, since her burial. I couldn't bring myself to go back there in the past. Just knowing that that was where she layed, lifeless and unbreathing, was too much to bare. I just couldn't go back. That cemetary was the painful reminder that I no longer had a mother. That I had one less friend in the world.
I walked toward the centre where a stone angel sat on a pedestal, crying, with drooping wings. That was her grave. I then still felt that it wasn't fair that she was taken from me, from my father, but then Harry's words crept into my mind. 'Life isn't fair. It never was nor will it ever be.' The bitter wind blew strongly as if to affirm Harry's words.
I knealt before the tombstone and softly traced her name that was engraved on the pedestal. The silence echoed around me and I was completely cut off from the rest of the world.
"Well, mum," I sighed. "I'm… Well, I'm pregnant and I- I just feel so lost… so confused. Hell, I didn't even know this could happen until last week. And I don't know if we can handle a child, with Father's help or not. I know Sirius and Remus will be there, but they know nothing about raising children. Father does and he's really mad right now and I know how stubborn he can be… " I trailed off and put my face in my hands and cried.
I had just poured my heart and didn't expect anything to happen. What did happen scared me so much… It was truly something you wouldn't expect.
Something so light brushed my face, so gentle that it felt like a breath on my skin, but it didn't go away. My breath hitched in my chest and I looked up abruptly. And there, on the pedestal, where the angel would have been, sat my mother.
I was so startled by it that I fell back onto my butt with a squeak. I just stared at her, wide-eyed. She smiled sweetly but said nothing. She looked very different. Younger, but somehow familiar. Then, the dream that I had over a year ago came crashing back. The white dress, the corridor, the room and the baby.
"You knew…" I breathed, it was more of a statement than a question.
"Of course I knew," she said in turn. Her voice was like the apparition in front of me, a bit fuzzy around the edges but still recognisable. 'I'm going insane,' I thought as I closed my eyes for a brief moment and took a deep breath. "Are you now?"
"What?"
"Darling, you're not going insane. I came because you needed me… So… here I am," she intoned. I reached out to touch her but she backed away from my touch. "It will send me away," she said seeing the look of confusion on my face. I let my hand drop into my lap. "Draco?"
I was crying again. I had missed her so much and I couldn't even hug her. I loked down at my hands and let the tears fall into them.
"I've missed you so much. I never even got a chance to say 'Good bye'," I sniffed.
"Oh, Draco," she smiled softly. "I never truly left you. More, I left my body. Even though you couldn't see me, I was still there… Now what's this about you getting pregnant so soon?"
"So soon?" I snorted but then I proceded to explain the Chosen of the Gods effect and that I was with Harry. I told her how Father flipped out after I had 'dropped the bomb', so to speak. I told her that I was fully prepared to take on the responsibility of raising another life, and that whether or not we were able to do it was another thing.
"Give it time," she said looking up at the sky. "He'll come around. He just needs some time to get used to the fact that you are growing up. Not that I like the idea of my sixteen year old son pregnant, mind. But what's done is done and you seem prepared to deal with it. I'm sure you'll do just fine at raising him."
Without even thinking about it I looked down at my watch. Five minutes to midnight.
"Damn it," I said under my breath.
"What?"
"Harry'll come looking for me in about five minutes. That is of course if he's not looking for me now…"
"Well, then you should go," she stated calmly.
"I don't want to leave you," I said quietly, feeling the tears sting the back of my eyes at the prospect of leaving her yet again.
"Darling, don't cry," she said softly. "Everytime you need to talk to me, just call. I'll be listening and I'll try to answer as best I can. Okay?"
"Okay," I sniffed and nodded my head.
* * *
"Do you know what time it is?" Harry asked pointedly as I put my cloak into the cloak room.
"12:20 am," I said lightly with a look at my watch.
"You're twenty minutes late," Harry pointed out.
"I left the cemetary at 5 minutes to midnight," I said as I walked to our room. Harry's mood changed from annoyed to concerned at the mention of 'cemetary'.
"Cemetary? You were at a cemetary?"
"The Malfoy Cemetary to be exact," I said casually.
"What were you doing there?" He asked.
"Talking to my mother," I said nonchalantly from the top of the stairs.
"Pardon?" He said as he quickly followed me.
"You heard me," I replied.
"Did I? I thought I heard you say you were talking to your mother," he said slightly confused.
"Oh, I did," I smiled.
"Uh-huh," he said giving me a weird look. "Are you feeling alright?"
"I feel much better than I did when I left, if that's what you mean," I answered. And I did. Once I had talked to my mother, it was like a weight had been lifted. I was still upset about Father but I hoped she was right.
"How did-?" He started.
"Enough questions," I interrupted and pulled him into our room by his shirt collar. Before he could comprehend what was going on, I had him slammed up against the wall.
"What brought this on?" he asked breathlessly as I ravished his neck with my lips and tongue. My hand held his and both were pressed back against the wall. His arm snaked its way around my waist and pulled me close. We kissed hungrily as we made our way to the bed.
* * *
"Ever hear of a silencing charm?" Sirius asked as he came into the kitchen. Both Harry and I nearly spit out our apple juice.
"What?" I spluttered. We had forgot the Silencing charm last night. Great, that was the last thing my father needed to hear, the act that got us into this mess in the first place.
"You forgot your silencing charm last night," Remus said matter-of-factly as he came in not two seconds behind Sirius.
"Oh my god," I banged my head off the table for a while. Harry was sitting there teetering on shock and mortification.
"Don't worry," Remus said as he sat down with some toast.
"We helped you two out but please remember next time. We-."
"Don't like to be woken up in the middle of the night by the sounds of our best friend's son having sex with his boyfriend. Okay?" Remus finished as if it was nothing. Harry squeaked something that was akin to 'Okay'. I nodded as I sat up from banging my head off the table.
"ANYWAY," I said after a moment of awkward silence. "Have either of you talked to my father?"
"No," Remus said. "He's locked himself in the attic, playing his heart out on that piano." I sighed.
I hadn't seen him since the previous night and it was unnerving. I hated not being able to see how he felt. My mood began to falter and I got up, stomped to the study. Harry knew better than to follow me.
I grabbed a book from the section that was filled with all of my books. It happened to be 'Draconus Ignigenae' which pissed me off even more for unknown reasons.
I stood abruptly and marched up the stairs to the attic. I was swearing with every step I took. I tell you, mood swings fluctuate alot and are very intense with male pregnancy… I think it said it was because hormones were battling for supremacy in my body or something like that.
Once I had reached the attic door, I had exhausted my supply of very creative and colourful curses. I wish I had written some of them down. They were great when they were pouring out of my mouth. I turned the door knob, it was locked and then I banged on it but the music got louder, more intense.
"You cannot hide in there forever!" I shouted banging on the door with my fists like a child throwing a tantrum. "That's IT!" Luckily, we were allowed to use magic during Christmas break. "Alohomorra!" The door clicked unlocked and stormed in.
Father slammed the keyboard cover shut and stood up. He was about to, I'm sure, berate me for disrespecting his privacy but I flipped.
"How the fuck could you leave me when I needed you most? Dad, right now I need your support, I cannot do this on my own. Harry isn't enough, we've never been through this and you have. It was so-so irre-." He anticipated what I was going to say and countered.
"Don't you dare lecture me on what is irresponsible! You're 16 and sitting before me pregnant and you have the nerve to call me irresponsible!!!" He said angrily.
"Do you think that I wanted this to happen? I am just as pissed at me as you are!!!" I shouted.
"I thought I raised you better than this," he sighed pinching the bridge of his nose to calm himself down.
"When you told me about puberty and everything else that comes with sex you failed to mention that I could get pregnant! I'm sorry but I was under the impression that only females could get pregnant," I had struck a nerve.
"How dare you try to blame this on me! I was not the one who slept with Harry! I was not the one who didn't use protection! And I certainly wasn't the one who got pregnant!" He shouted losing his normal control again. I was hit with the sudden mental image of my father pregnant and tried desperately not to laugh. I smirked instead and this pissed him off even more.
"What the hell do you find so amusing?" He demanded.
"Nothing, nothing... I don't need a lecture, I know what I've done and I plan to deal with the consequences. Dad, I'm just asking for help. If you don't want to give it then that's fine it's just that… that-," I couldn't finished that thought, instead I plummeted from severely pissed to crying mess.
"Oh, Draco… Shh it's alright…" He said as he walked over to me and hugged me. It reminded me of the time my pet mouse died when I was five and he comforted me with a hug. "I'm not saying that I approve… of this because I don't. The tiny being inside of you will change your life forever, for good and bad, but I will give you as much help as I can…"
"Thank you," I sniffed. I could hear his heart beat under my ear. Then, I knew I just had to tell him about the mental image. "I know this is completely ill-timed but when I smirked it was because I imagined you pregnant." He laughed.
"You're hopeless," he smiled as he rocked me back and forth.
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Disclaimer: J.K. is the genius… I'm just the twisted person who made one of her male characters pregnant…
A/N: Fanart!!! Does anyone want to draw me some? Maybe I should wait until I've got him showing but I'd forget about it… Some pictures of Draco (pregnant) and Harry… Any takers? Well, I just thought I'd put the idea out there… I'm almost to 200 reviews! That rocks!! Thank you guys so much! And I've had only one flame and we all know how I dealt with that… Lol… Well, how was that? Did you like? Remember, feedback is greatly appreciated! I think that's it for now… Sorry if I don't make sense… it's 1 am and I'm on a caffiene high… I know it's not late but it's late for me… Well, thanks for reading and reviewing! Luv Gia
P.S. There is an unedited version of this chapter being written. If you want it let me know. Just to let you know, I don't think I'm good at smut. Especially first person since I'm not a guy… So, that part'll have to be written in third person omnicient…