Title: The Potter-boy Problem

Author: Roslyn Drycof

Chapter: Two---The Only Way

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Voldemort has a new plan to get rid of the "Potter-boy Problem". A reluctant Draco Malfoy is ordered to carry it out, but things don't go as planned. He isn't as obedient as the Dark Lord would like and loses control at a crucial time. Whoops! HD, mpreg

Pairing: HPDM (also: RWHG, GWNL and others)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form.

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Draco made it his goal the next day to avoid Potter at all costs. It he even looked at him, he didn't know what he'd do. It was so embarrassing to think that in only a short time he'd have to shag the idiot. It fairly curdled his veins, the very thought of it. How was he to go through with it?

In his mind, he knew he'd go through with it because he'd be under the influence of the lust/fertility potion as well. I had better make sure I'm on top or else I am worse than screwed. . .he thought to himself at supper, barely picking at the roast chicken he'd put on his plate.

He couldn't muster up any appetite, too lost in his churning thoughts over the Dark Lord's plan. Lord Voldemort certainly was a sadistic bastard, that much was clear. But this latest plan; it was just wrong. Get Potter pregnant, kill him, and steal his kid? There were not words to accurately describe it. It was something beyond evil.

Lost in those disturbing thoughts, he happened to glance up and saw Potter talking and laughing with his friends. He looked so happy and carefree, as if he wasn't the savior of the wizarding world and just a normal teenage boy. And I have to destroy that?

The Golden Boy chanced to catch him staring and Draco really saw Potter. There was a wealth of love for his friends there, and a boy full of hidden suffering. And he knew he couldn't do it. He couldn't betray him like that. Yes, they were hated rivals. But no one deserved what he was supposed to do to him.

Feeling his heart break with the knowledge that he was going to betray his father save the emerald-eyed boy and he'd never know it, Draco Malfoy stood up and left the Great Hall. Dumbledore had left supper early and there was only one place he'd be after dinner, so Draco walked towards the Headmaster's office.

He didn't know the password, but luckily guessed the right one after only four tries. Dumbledore was crazy for making all his passwords candy names, but hey, it made for easy entrance. With leaden steps, he walked up the spiraling staircase and entered the cluttered office of Albus Dumbledore.

The old man was indeed there. . .talking to Professor Snape. Draco caught two words from Snape, ". . .can't impregnate-", before the Potions professor cut himself off.

"Ah, good evening, young mister Malfoy. Please have a seat," the Headmaster greeted him with a smile.

"But I thought he was a Death Eater!" the blond-haired teen blurted out, looking thoroughly confused.

"Please sit and I will explain all you need to know."

Still slightly shocked, Draco sat. Professor Dumbledore began speaking almost immediately. "Severus is a spy for us. He brings us information about Death Eater movements and such so that we may prevent them from occurring."

"So that's how so many of the raids have failed!" Draco whispered, looking quite surprised.

"Why did you tell him, you old fool! He could tell his father and we'd be doomed," Snape burst out, his dark eyes blazing with anger.

"Severus, it is quite clear to me that Draco came to tell me of the plan. Why would he tell his father about your spying if he was betraying the Dark Lord?"

The young Malfoy's godfather turned to look at the silver-eyed teen. "Is this true, Draco?"

"Yeah. I couldn't bear the thought of ruining Potter's life like this. Even if the Dark Lord didn't kill him, which he most likely wouldn't be able to, Potter's life would be destroyed. I can't do that."

The Potions professor sighed wearily and said quietly, "And in refusing to do so, you'll be destroying your own life. You shouldn't have to make this choice! You're too young!"

Albus knew what the black-haired man didn't say. "And too innocent. . ." hung in the air, reverberating in everyone's mind. Draco was only seventeen, only a boy. To have to make a choice like this, it was criminal.

His heart heavy, the Headmaster knew what had to be done. There was only one way to save Draco from losing his life and saving Severus's as well. They had to go through with the plan and give Harry yet another burden. It was the only choice they had.

"You can't be thinking-" Professor Snape gasped out, seeing the look in Dumbledore's blue eyes.

"It is the only way, Severus."

"I will not believe that!"

There was no twinkle in Professor Dumbledore's eyes as he told the two of them what must be done. "We will go through with the first part of Lord Voldemort's plan. It is the only way that will save your lives."

"No! I won't do it!" Draco yelled, jumping up and glaring at the Headmaster.

"It has to be done. I will not let that monster take another innocent life if it can be helped. I wish there were another answer to this problem, but I'm afraid there isn't. We must go through with it."

Snape stepped forward and roared, "Haven't you put that boy through enough? As much as I personally dislike Potter, he's gone through too much pain at your hands! To put him through something like this is beyond crazy! Hasn't he suffered enough?!!"

The greatest wizard of all time looked far too old and tired just then, a world full of sorrow and guilt in his crystal blue eyes. "I'll never get over the guilt of the burdens placed on that boy. No one should have to go through that much, especially not someone as young as him. But this war must be stopped. We've all sacrificed something because of the Dark Lord, Harry more than most. But do you not see? If this is not done, we will never be free of Voldemort. You are too valuable to lose and Draco is too young to die in a war he never should've become involved in. I will not lose more lives!"

Draco heard Dumbledore's words reverberate through his soul and he knew he had to go through with the plan. If he had the power to help the Light at all, could he deny that help? It would create a terrible burden for Potter, but the Golden Boy would get through it. He always did. And this plan would keep him safe for nine months. Nine months in which so much could be accomplished by Dumbledore and the Light side!

And besides, Harry would never allow himself to be killed by the Dark Lord. He was too stubborn to let himself die at the hands of that snake. He'd survive, even if his life would be terribly changed. And survival was all that mattered in this war. More lives had to be saved. Wasn't that the reason this war was being fought? To save innocent lives from that monster?

It had to be done.

"I'll do it," he said to the silent room.

A pained sigh was heard from Snape, and Dumbledore closed his eyes in sorrow. What was happening in this world, that children not yet out of school had to make such hard decisions and carry such heavy burdens? It was abominable!

"Severus, you will partner the boys together on Friday since it is the last day of classes. You will switch the boys' assignment. I am sure you can pull off an act of anger at them. Have them stay after class and force them to drink it. I am certain this will be easy enough, correct?" the Headmaster ordered, not a trace of his usual laughter brightening his voice.

The Potions Master nodded, looking quite subdued. "It will be done."

Those words spun around and around in Draco's head as he slowly stumbled towards his room in the dungeons. Yes, it will be done. . .

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Friday came too soon, and how Draco wished he could crawl back into bed and forget about everything. Today he was going to destroy Potter's life. Funny that only months ago he would've relished destroying the Golden Boy's life, but now he only felt despair.

He knew what would happen once everyone found out. The press would have a field day. Potter's friends would be uncomfortable and their friendship would never be the same again. The wizarding world would be horrified and end up hating him yet again. Yes, Draco could remember second year when everyone had been afraid of him, thinking he was the one petrifying students and all that horrible stuff. Potter would be devastated. Pregnant with his enemy's child and considered a freak by the rest of the wizarding world? He was already tortured enough as it was!

Why me? Why do I have to be the one to do this to him? he cried out inside, his heart crying tears his eyes never would.

Snape billowed into the Potions room and immediately began speaking. "Today we will be making a Contraceptive Potion, by the orders of the Headmaster. Being as most of you are now of age, he believes you need to know how to brew this potion."

Distaste was clear in his voice, and many of the students either blushed or sniggered. Normally, Draco would've been smirking. But today he simply stared down at the table he was sitting at, his face utterly empty of expression.

"Another idea of the Headmaster is to partner the two Houses with each other. Therefore, here are the pairs: Weasley and Zabini, Thomas and Goyle, Granger and Parkinson, Longbottom and Crabbe, Finnigan and Bulstrode, and lastly, Potter and Malfoy. Now get working!"

There was instantly groaning from the occupants of the Potions room. Most students wondered if their Headmaster had indeed gone nutters. With sighs and moans of reluctance, everyone moved around until they were with their partners.

Potter slammed his stuff down on the table where Draco was sitting and scowled at the unusually silent Slytherin. "What's with you, Malfoy? I thought you'd argue with Snape over us being partnered together."

Draco shrugged his shoulders and muttered, "Didn't feel like it today. You get the ingredients and I'll mix the potion."

"Fine with me."

The raven-haired Gryffindor grabbed the list of ingredients and walked over to grab the necessary items needed for the potion. Draco sighed and forced himself to put his usual mask into place. It wouldn't do for Potter to become suspicious.

It's a good thing this Contraceptive Potion looks similar to the lust/fertility potion. And it's definitely a plus that Potter doesn't know half these ingredients are for causing pregnancy, not preventing it, the silvery-eyed teen thought to himself. He knew that was why it been chosen as the assignment today. Perfect to cover up suspicious (and very criminal) behavior.

Potter came back to the table a few minutes later and they began working on their assignment. Luckily, the Golden Boy wasn't in a mood to pick a fight. Draco didn't know what he'd have done if Potter had antagonized him. Something disastrous, probably.

They finished just before the end of class and looked up to see the blazing eyes of their Potions' professor. "What is the meaning of this?" Snape snapped, his face livid.

Boy, is Sev a good actor, Draco inwardly thought. "The Contraceptive Potion?" he replied out loud, managing to sound puzzled and yet also arrogant.

"This is not the potion I told you to make! You've gone and made the wrong one! For that, you will stay after class and drink it. Both of you."

"But, Professor!" he gasped, sounding shocked and scandalized.

"Mr. Malfoy, I expected better of you. And Mr. Potter, I should've known you'd screw up again. Ten points from Gryffindor."

Inside, Draco rather thought it would be more appropriate that Potter was awarded points for what he was going to have happen to him. But there would be no reward for this burden being placed on him.

Potter glared at his rival, scowling blackly. "How the hell did you manage to screw this up? I followed the directions!"

With a sneer on his face, the blond-haired Slytherin turned to his enemy. "Are you implying that I was the one to mess up? You are mistaken. A Malfoy never screws up."

"Oh stuff it, you arrogant prat. Everyone screws up at one time or another."

"Not me." Draco thought he pulled off his usual haughty act rather well.

By this time, Professor Snape had dismissed the rest of the class and retrieved two cups for them to drink the potion out of. "Enough! It is time for you to face the results of your disastrous potion."

They were both scowling as they grabbed the cups and downed the contents. Almost instantly, they were filled with a burning heat that rushed through their veins.

Draco gripped the table and tried to control his reaction to the potion. He had to stay in control. But the flames of desire were burning him up inside and he could sense a terrible need rising within him.

Next to him, Potter was going through the same dilemma. His cheeks were flushed and his emerald eyes looked brighter than usual behind his glasses. He was breathing harder and clenching his fists, trying not to lose control. It was a battle he was slowly losing.

The raven-haired boy turned to face the boy next to him and swallowed harshly at the flood of desire that pulsed through him. What was happening to him?! He felt contricted within his skin and his body swelled with a throbbing lust.

Feeling as if he wanted to jump Malfoy, he became terrified and ran out of the room and down the hall. His skin was burning, he could barely breathe, oh god. . .what was happening to him?!

Back in the Potions room, Draco stared after the departing figure of his rival and felt the burning increase. The need to touch Potter slammed his senses and before he knew it, he was chasing after the emerald-eyed teen. Potter ran into an empty classroom, and Draco thanked the fates for that. Now he could do this without anyone finding out.

He found Potter clutching at the wall just inside the door, his eyes closed and small whimpers escaping from between his clenched teeth. That sight shot straight through Draco and he was next to the suffering boy in an instant.

"Potter. . ." he managed to gasp out from his suddenly dry throat.

The other teen opened his eyes and stared blankly at him. "What's happening?"

Draco shook his head as if to say that he didn't know. And before they both knew it, Potter had reached out a hand and grasped the Slytherin's robe. "I can't help it," the black-haired teen rasped as he leaned towards his rival and pressed burning lips against his.

They both revelled at the pleasure that small touch brought and they slowly slid to the floor. The burning within them increased and they were soon lost in a world of lust and desire.

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Three hours later, Draco woke up to the feeling of a warm arm wrapped around his waist and a leg thrown over on of his. Memories rushed him and he blushed scarlet. They'd done it. His part of the plan was complete.

Quietly and quickly, he untangled himself from Potter and got dressed. With a final look at the boy he'd given his virginity to, he left the room and went to his own room to pack. He was skipping supper, but he didn't feel like being around anyone at the moment. He'd just helped ensure that Potter would never be the same again. . .just helped destroy what remnants of a normal life the Golden Boy had. How could he eat when he'd just done something like that?

I feel so low for participating in this. Why did it have to be me? Why did that have to happen?! Why wasn't there another way!?! he cried out silently, a few gleaming tears sliding down his alabaster cheeks. He'd promised himself he wouldn't cry, but he couldn't stop those droplets of water.

He cried for Potter, for everyone who'd sacrificed something in this war, and for himself. So many lives ruined because of one person. It takes only one to ruin it all. . .only one and that's all. . .

His heart was shattering into a million pieces, the agony of knowing what he'd done crashing through him. Why? Why? In that moment, he knew that he'd ruined his life irrevocably as well. In saving his life, he'd ruined it. Dumbledore was a fool. What good was saving a life if it was destroyed anyway? What good was it?!

Ten minutes after the silver-eyed Slytherin left, Harry Potter slowly drifted out of the land of sleep to realize he wasn't wearing any clothes. And he was in an empty classroom. And the smell of Malfoy's cologne was all over him. Memories rushed him and he felt his world crash down around his ears. He'd just shagged Malfoy! Several times!

Shaking with the effort not to scream at the injustice of what had just happened, he pulled his clothes on and tried to calm his thoughts. But the memories of what had happened kept racing through his mind and he couldn't help but remember that losing his virginity to Draco Malfoy had been one of the most pleasurable moments of his life.

Snape was going to die for this, of that he was certain. That evil man was going to pay for making him drink a lust potion that caused him to screw his worst enemy. Oh, was he going to pay!

Harry knew he couldn't face his friends at the moment. How could he, when he'd just had sex with Malfoy? He probably looked like he'd been completely and utterly shagged, most likely smelled like it, and he just knew it would be impossible not to break down and tell them everything. Well, not everything, but still. . .he had no control at the moment and one question would cause him to just blurt out the truth. And the truth was something he had to hide at all costs. No one could know that he'd just lost his virginity to a Death Eater-in-training, especially one by the name of Draco Malfoy!

His shoulders faintly trembling, he made his way up to the Gryffindor Tower and began packing his things for the summer ahead of him at the Dursleys'. He hated spending his summers there, but what could he do? There was no alternative because of that stupid blood bond thing. And now he definitely didn't want to spend a lot of time with his friends. Now he'd have the whole summer to bury the memories of him and Malfoy so far down inside of him that it would be as good as using Obliviate on them.

He fell onto his bed, exhausted and feeling terrible. And before he knew it, he was drawn into Morpheus' Web and a world of dreaming revolving around his biggest rival, Draco Lucius Malfoy.

The next day was hard for Harry, having to face his friend's concern over his whereabouts after Potions and during the Leaving Feast. But he managed to get through it, just barely.

On the train, he, Hermione, and Ron shared a compartment together like always. It was usually filled with laughter and happy talking, but today it was tense. Both were worried about Harry's behavior. Why was he shutting them out?

"Harry, are you okay? Really okay?" Hermione asked him, a concerned look in her warm brown eyes.

He was busy staring out the window, lost in his thoughts. Sighing, he replied, "Yes, I'm fine. Nothing's wrong."

Ron snorted, albeit quietly, but Harry heard nonetheless. "I'm fine! It doesn't matter if you believe me, but I am telling you again. I am fine!"

His two best friends were stunned at his outburst. Harry had actually shouted at them? Something was seriously bothering him and it worried them. Bottling things up inside and hiding them from the world was not a good thing.

Hermione sighed in defeat as Harry turned back to looking blankly out the window. What had happened to cause this change in him? It had something to do with that potion he and Malfoy had screwed up, but what could it be?

She hoped Harry would find a way to get over whatever it was by the time school started again. If he didn't, Malfoy was going to be in a lot of trouble. A lot of trouble. . .

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I hope you enjoyed Chapter Two of "The Potter-boy Problem". A very angsty chapter with a lot of inner drama, but the emotions expressed in it are going to be an important part of the story. I hate making them suffer, but it had to be done.

Sorry to those of you who wished for a more descriptive slash scene between Harry and Draco, but I am taking things carefully now. I also thought that the emotion of this chapter was too deep and full of pain and angst to throw a complete sex scene in there. Too degrading to the beauty of the powerful emotions. Also, I think I did it because something that was supposed to be painful for our characters shouldn't have been described in detail. I hope no one was too disappointed, though. There will be more description later on, when there's supposed to be more details. Okay for everyone?

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the reviews I've gotten! I don't know what I'd do without support from people. I can't respond to every review here if I want to update quickly enough, so I hope no one's disappointed I didn't. I am very, very glad that you guys have reviewed my stories and I can't express enough thanks that you've shared your thoughts on my story. Thank you so much!!!

Much love, Roslyn Drycof. . .