Title: The Potter-boy Problem
Author: Roslyn Drycof
Chapter: Five---Strange, But True
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
Warning: Themes of slash, swearing, mpreg, and angst
Pairing: HPDM (also: RWHG, GWNL and others)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form.
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It was at breakfast the next day that the changes first started. Harry was sitting at the Gryffindor table, pretending to eat his breakfast. He had no appetite due to the news he was about to deliver his Quidditch- crazy best friend. Ron would be so disappointed, he knew.
Just like Harry predicted, Ron brought up the subject of his favorite sport. The redhead did it every morning. "Hey Harry, I bet you're gonna be named captain at tryouts on Friday."
The raven-haired Seeker took a deep breath and said, "I'm not playing this year."
Ron reacted just like Harry had know he would. "You're what?! But you're the best player in the entire school!"
"I decided I'm going to concentrate on my schoolwork this year."
Hermione looked up from the book she was reading, shocked out of her concentration by her friend's shocking news. "But you love Quidditch, Harry."
He knew it was stupid to get angry, but the looks on his friends' faces were that of betrayal. How was quitting the Quidditch team a kind of betrayal to them? Unless they cared more about his outstanding Seeker skills than his friendship, of course. Which was ridiculous to even think, but Harry's hormones had decided to spring a mood swing on the unsuspecting teen.
"I thought you of all people would be happy I'm concentrating on my studies! Or do you value my Quidditch skills that much more?!" he burst out, his emerald eyes blazing with anger.
The entire Great Hall heard his outburst and everyone fell silent. What was happening that would cause the normally-calm Golden Boy of Hogwarts to yell like that to his own friends? Suddenly curious, the other students stared avidly at the raven-haired boy.
Over at the Slytherin table, Draco Malfoy winced at the anger in Potter's voice. Seeing Weasley's shocked face earlier on, he'd surmised that the boy-wonder was telling his friends about quitting Quidditch. And he knew whatever they'd said couldn't have caused Potter to yell like that. Damn it Potter, you are not going to have a mood swing in the middle of the Great Hall!
Back at the Gryffindor table, Hermione was trying to calm the furious boy. She was stunned at his behavior and knew it wasn't normal. Something must be going on to cause him to crack his cool like that.
"Harry, I didn't mean it like that. I'm just surprised that you want to give up Quidditch when I know you love it so much," she said in a hopefully soothing voice.
The emerald-eyed teen barely heard her, having been distracted by the desperate look of "Calm down, you idiot!" he saw in Malfoy's eyes across the room. Feeling sheepish, he turned to Hermione and mumbled, "Sorry, I overreacted. I just thought you'd support my decision."
"I do, Harry. I do."
Ron suddenly muttered, "I bet Malfoy has something to do with you quitting. That ferret, I'm gonna get him for this!"
Crap, there was no way Harry could let his friend hurt Malfoy. How could he divert the redhead's anger? Aha! "Uh Ron? Sorry to burst your inflated opinion of Malfoy, but he has nothing to do with it. Dumbledore wants to me to intensify my training, so I'll be way too busy to play Quidditch and study for N.E.W.T.S."
Both his friends nodded in instant comprehension. Of course the Headmaster would want to intensify Harry's training now that he was an adult. He could do more complex spells and perhaps he'd even be taught how to apparate before everyone else. What luck Harry had!
The savior of the wizarding world noted his friends' looks with relief. They believed him completely. Oh wait. . .now he'd have to find somewhere to go when he had to "train". What was he going to do with all this free time?
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Harry was sitting in his usual seat in Potions, staring off into space, when Ron came up to him and said, "Malfoy quit Quidditch, too. A bit fishy, both of you quitting like that."
The raven-haired boy was glad Professor Snape hadn't shown up yet and turned to his friend with a scowl on his tanned face. "It's not the least bit fishy. I talked to him earlier and he said it's no fun without me to compete with. And I agree. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw are pitiful at Quidditch."
Of course, the youngest Weasley boy didn't believe him. With a rock- hard prejudice that had only grown over the years towards Malfoy, his every suspicion turned towards the blond.
Like a true redhead, his temper instantly flared up. He stalked over to the table where Malfoy sat alone and hissed, "You did this. You somehow got Harry to quit. I don't know what you think you're getting out of whatever you're doing to Harry but it had better stop."
Draco sneered at the teen in front of him. Who did Weasley think he was, threatening him like that? Especially when his day was already turning out to be shit. "Or you'll do what, weasel? Bite me?"
A gleeful look crossed the Gryffindor's face. "No, from what I heard, you'd do it. . .and enjoy it, too."
Anger blazed in Draco's silver eyes at the audacity of Weasley. To suggest something as nasty as that. . .it was beyond gross. He would never enjoy biting that disgusting piece of trash! "You filthy git! I don't know where you heard that, but you'd better forget it because it's not true!"
"Oh, isn't it? I heard it from someone very. . .close to you."
The Slytherin's anger grew tenfold. "No one would dare lie about me like that!"
"Then it is true." Weasley had a the look of a cat who'd gotten the cream as he said this.
Beside the raging teen, Blaise Zabini roared with laughter. Draco clenched his fists and bit out, "And what do you think is so goddamned funny?"
"I hate to say it, Draco, but the weasel's found out about your little fetish," Draco's best friend for the past few years gasped out, his eyes twinkling brightly.
A few tables away, Harry heard this and blushed profusely. After their encounter three months ago, he'd had quite a few bite marks on his skin. They'd lasted for days, an embarrassing reminder of that day.
Draco leapt at Zabini, a glare of murder in his grey eyes. They tumbled to the ground, the blond straddling his friend. "You bastard! I can't believe you told him!"
A sheepish look was in Blaise's eyes as he muttered, "I didn't. I told Pansy."
Oh, really? The blond-haired teen turned his head to see the girl smirking at him. "What did you expect, Malfoy? That I'd leave such a juicy tidbit left a secret after finding out you've turned traitor? Think again, darling."
Pansy had put a mocking twist on her last word and Draco paled. Who knew what else she'd told? And shit. . .who else would be enraged that he'd turned traitor to the Dark Lord? He saw Nott's face twisted in a mask of hatred and gulped. This was not good. Not good at all.
"Sorry, mate. I didn't know you'd go and betray You-Know-Who. I wish I had your courage, but I'm to cowardly to sign my own death warrant by switching sides. And don't let anyone find out I just said that," Zabini whispered to his shell-shocked friend.
Draco was about to tell him he appreciated what he'd said, but Professor Snape suddenly billowed into the room. The Potions master took one look at the scene and scowled. "Weasley, ten points for being out of your seat. Malfoy, get up leave Zabini alone."
They instantly obeyed. Nobody wanted to risk a detention the first day of classes by angering Snape.
"This year you will be learning Advanced Potions. Many of you got here by having a natural aptitude to Potions, and other's managed to sneak in by sheer luck." Here he glared at the four Gryffindors, which included Ron, Neville, Hermione, and Harry. The three boys owed their getting into the class by extreme tutoring by Hermione. Well, and Neville had a bit of dumb luck by somehow managing to grow into owning a talent for Potions.
"This class will be harder than you've ever imagined. I expect only perfection and anything less deserves a Failing grade. You will work on your own the entire year with no help from me. Everyone will go at their own pace determined by their skill or lack of it. You will have a single partner for the year, which I choose. Switching is not allowed at any point, is that understood?"
Snape seemed less snappy than usual, but he made up for it in the shock-value of his words. Working on their own with partners he chooses? Wretched!
Surprisingly, the Potions professor partnered people together who probably would've chosen to work together. . .with a couple exceptions. "Partners are: Longbottom and Zabini, Granger and Weasley, Nott and Parkinson, Potter and Malfoy. Open your texbooks to page four and begin immediately. I expect the potion completed by the end of class, no exceptions."
"Rotten luck," Ron whispered as Harry got up and moved his stuff to Malfoy's table.
Harry sighed in resignation. Would his friend ever realize that he and the blond weren't enemies any more? Could he ever imagine that Harry gasp! might actually want to work with Malfoy?
He sat down never to his former rival, who whispered, "Professor Snape partnered us so we'd never have to drink a failed potion. You're lucky I'm so good at Potions, so no one would suspect a thing if Snape went soft on you."
"Arrogant git. And you know Snape would never go soft on me."
Draco knew Harry was just teasing with the insult. What made him sigh was the fact that Potter would never realize that maybe Snape would be less harsh on him. After seeing Sev's reaction to placing this latest burden on the boy-wonder, he knew the man wouldn't be so mean anymore.
"Why are you looking all glum?" Harry asked, surprised at the somber look on his partner's face.
"Nothing, really. But I think Snape will be nicer to you. He looked pretty angry when Dumbledore told us we had to go through with the plan."
Stunned, Harry glanced at the Potions professor and tried to see what Malfoy saw. He couldn't. Snape would never be nice to him, never care about his well-being or how many burdens were placed on his shoulders.
To change the subject, he asked, "You want to meet me in the Room of Requirement tonight? I told my friends I quit Quidditch because Dumbledore wanted me to train more. Now I have all this free time and I don't know what to do with it."
Draco considered this for a moment and then nodded. "Sure. We can meet couple days if you want."
"Fine with me. Meet you at seven?"
"Okay."
Both were strangely glad to be meeting the other later and embarrassed at this reaction, they immediately got to work and unsurprisingly finished their potion first. They got a perfect mark, which earned scowls from everyone else. No one else had gotten a perfect mark, even if their potion was right. Stupid Snape with his favoritism towards Malfoy. Of course, they were confused that Potter was given a perfect mark as well, but who knew what went on in the Potions Professor's mind?
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At seven o'clock sharp, Harry arrived at the entrance to the Room of Requirement and saw Malfoy leaning against the wall nearby. Silently, they went inside and saw that two comfy couches were placed in front of a roaring fireplace. A bookshelf filled with books lined the wall.
Draco instantly made for the green couch, stretching out on it. A sigh of pleasure escaped his lips at the way its soft leather cushioned him. "Good couch. Better than some beds I've seen."
The other teen shook his head in laughter. Ever the snob, Malfoy was. Ignoring the couches and the sight of an attractively lazy blond, Harry walked over to the bookshelf to examine what books the Room of Requirement had for them tonight.
"Hmm. Male Pregnancy and How to Deal With It. So Your Lover's Pregnant; What To Expect. These are all books on male pregnancy."
Draco sat up and groaned. "Do we have to read them?"
"Well, the room certainly wants us to. And we'd better read up on it."
With a scowl, the Slytherin got to his feet and ambled over to the other boy. He looked at the pictures on the covers of the books and immediately chose one. By the smirk on his face at the emerald-eyed teen's blush, Harry knew he'd done it on purpose. The book he'd chosen was, So Your Lover's Pregnant; What To Expect. It had a picture of a pregnant man cuddling up to another man. Neither had a shirt on.
Scowling blackly, Harry chose a more conservative book and settled onto the other couch. He was soon involved in reading, the red couch instantly relaxing him.
For a while, they read in silence. It was Draco who broke the silence with an exclamation of, "Disgusting. Utterly disgusting!"
Harry looked up from the chapter he was reading on hormone changes and their effects. "What is?"
"The entire birth process. We actually get female parts and have to push the baby out. It says here a lot of pain is involved in it. Ugh!"
The raven-haired boy laughed at Malfoy's wrinkled nose of disgust. "Yeah, it is pretty disgusting. Good thing it's not for another six months. Right now I'm worried about mood swings. People'll wonder why we're acting weird, you know."
"That shouldn't happen for awhile, though. Anyone I know didn't start acting crazy till they were pretty big."
"Nope, says here it starts early in male pregnancies. And I'm almost certain you had one last night."
"No way. I did not."
"Yeah, you did."
Draco suddenly smirked. "Well, you had one this morning."
"Nuh uh. You're just mad I got you."
"No, seriously. I thought you were acting nutters, yelling at your friends like that. Pretty unlike the Golden Boy's usual behavior." Malfoy's innate arrogance was in play on his aristocratic features and Harry scowled at this. No matter how much he'd changed, the blond was still a prat sometimes.
"Shut up."
Surprisingly, he did. Until he read something particularly disturbing a few minutes later, that is. "Oh fuck. . ."
"What now?"
"It says here pregnant men have increased sexual desires and often crave sex almost continuously starting around the fourth month and usually not ending until a few weeks before birth."
Harry went pale and simply stared at the other boy. He wasn't serious, was he? "You've got to be joking."
"I'm not."
"Oh shit. That's definitely not good."
The silver-eyed Slytherin said, "No kidding. First I lose my virginity because of a stupid potion and now I'll crave sex all the time? I think I'm cursed to have a messed up sex life."
"You mean that was your first time, too? I thought by all of Zabini's talk that you'd shagged."
Draco shrugged. "Only went to third base with even, even though he wanted more."
"Why'd you refuse?" the other boy was strangely curious to know more.
Draco blushed, looking away as he replied, "I wanted my first time to be special. With someone I loved."
"I know what you mean. That's what I wanted, too."
"You mean you didn't shag the Weaselette?"
This time it was Harry who blushed. "No. Only went to third. And Ron would kill me if he knew we went that far."
"Yeah, he probably would," Malfoy laughed, showing perfectly straight, white teeth.
Harry wanted to scowl, but he could only join in. They grinned in a shared feeling of comraderie which they hadn't really felt before. Well, until they remembered what each other said.
Uncomfortable, they looked away from each other. They looked everywhere but at each other. A few minutes passed and then Draco spoke softly, "So we were each other's firsts, huh?"
His former nemesis nodded, biting his lip nervously. "Sorry it wasn't special like you wanted."
Draco remembered their encounter and had to say, "No biggie. It was special in a different way. Who knew my first time would be with my biggest rival and that I'd actually enjoy it?"
"Yeah, it wasn't bad. A bit too rough, though," Harry admitted, almost immediately clapping a hand over his mouth in embarrassment.
The blond laughed. "What did you expect? We were under the influence of the strongest lust potion You-Know-Who could find and we did it several times."
Harry blushed, remembering exactly how many times they'd shagged. Four times to be exact. "Yeah, four times is a lot. Especially in under two hours."
"That sounds about normal."
Normal? The raven-haired teen could only stare at him in shock. "Normal? I never came more than twice with Ginny!"
"Only twice? She must not be that good."
"She was more experience than me!" This was another thing Harry immediately regretted saying. If that got out, Ron would murder him! Not to mention Ginny would too. . .
The other boy was surprised. Who knew the Weaselette was so experienced? Considering her Gryffindor status, he'd have thought she'd barely made it to first.
A thought suddenly occured to him. He knew first-hand that Potter didn't have any problems getting it up, so it was strange that he'd only orgasmed twice with the Weasley girl. She wasn't exactly ugly to look at, from a purely analytical viewpoint of course, so why was Harry's reaction to her so weak? Maybe. . .
On impulse, he said to the other teen, "Then it's clear you're not into girls as much as guys."
Harry gasped and flushed crimson. "What do you mean?"
Standing, the silver-eyed boy said, "Oh nothing find out in about a month. Goodnight, Potter. Sweet dreams."
He left the Room of Requirement without a backward glance, knowing Potter was staring at him as he walked away. Good. Maybe the Gryffindor wasn't as dense as he'd originally thought.
Harry was left sitting on the red couch, his mouth gaping open at Malfoy's parting words. Did he just imply what I think he did? And oddly, he hoped so. The entire time they'd been reading, he hadn't been able to keep his gaze from straying to the other boy. His attraction for the Slytherin was growing bigger every minute they spent together, and it wasn't bothering him as much as he thought it would. Strange, but true. . .
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Phew, Chapter Five done. I'm oddly hooked to this story and can't wait to write some of the things that'll happen in the future. I'm actually writing much faster than I'm posting so that if any writers' block does hit, it won't affect my updating that much. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter. Next chapter, I'm going to add in a little conflict and some fun with the boys' pregnancy. . .what fun! Keep up the great reviews and I'll see ya soon!
Much love, Roslyn Drycof. . .
Author: Roslyn Drycof
Chapter: Five---Strange, But True
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
Warning: Themes of slash, swearing, mpreg, and angst
Pairing: HPDM (also: RWHG, GWNL and others)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form.
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It was at breakfast the next day that the changes first started. Harry was sitting at the Gryffindor table, pretending to eat his breakfast. He had no appetite due to the news he was about to deliver his Quidditch- crazy best friend. Ron would be so disappointed, he knew.
Just like Harry predicted, Ron brought up the subject of his favorite sport. The redhead did it every morning. "Hey Harry, I bet you're gonna be named captain at tryouts on Friday."
The raven-haired Seeker took a deep breath and said, "I'm not playing this year."
Ron reacted just like Harry had know he would. "You're what?! But you're the best player in the entire school!"
"I decided I'm going to concentrate on my schoolwork this year."
Hermione looked up from the book she was reading, shocked out of her concentration by her friend's shocking news. "But you love Quidditch, Harry."
He knew it was stupid to get angry, but the looks on his friends' faces were that of betrayal. How was quitting the Quidditch team a kind of betrayal to them? Unless they cared more about his outstanding Seeker skills than his friendship, of course. Which was ridiculous to even think, but Harry's hormones had decided to spring a mood swing on the unsuspecting teen.
"I thought you of all people would be happy I'm concentrating on my studies! Or do you value my Quidditch skills that much more?!" he burst out, his emerald eyes blazing with anger.
The entire Great Hall heard his outburst and everyone fell silent. What was happening that would cause the normally-calm Golden Boy of Hogwarts to yell like that to his own friends? Suddenly curious, the other students stared avidly at the raven-haired boy.
Over at the Slytherin table, Draco Malfoy winced at the anger in Potter's voice. Seeing Weasley's shocked face earlier on, he'd surmised that the boy-wonder was telling his friends about quitting Quidditch. And he knew whatever they'd said couldn't have caused Potter to yell like that. Damn it Potter, you are not going to have a mood swing in the middle of the Great Hall!
Back at the Gryffindor table, Hermione was trying to calm the furious boy. She was stunned at his behavior and knew it wasn't normal. Something must be going on to cause him to crack his cool like that.
"Harry, I didn't mean it like that. I'm just surprised that you want to give up Quidditch when I know you love it so much," she said in a hopefully soothing voice.
The emerald-eyed teen barely heard her, having been distracted by the desperate look of "Calm down, you idiot!" he saw in Malfoy's eyes across the room. Feeling sheepish, he turned to Hermione and mumbled, "Sorry, I overreacted. I just thought you'd support my decision."
"I do, Harry. I do."
Ron suddenly muttered, "I bet Malfoy has something to do with you quitting. That ferret, I'm gonna get him for this!"
Crap, there was no way Harry could let his friend hurt Malfoy. How could he divert the redhead's anger? Aha! "Uh Ron? Sorry to burst your inflated opinion of Malfoy, but he has nothing to do with it. Dumbledore wants to me to intensify my training, so I'll be way too busy to play Quidditch and study for N.E.W.T.S."
Both his friends nodded in instant comprehension. Of course the Headmaster would want to intensify Harry's training now that he was an adult. He could do more complex spells and perhaps he'd even be taught how to apparate before everyone else. What luck Harry had!
The savior of the wizarding world noted his friends' looks with relief. They believed him completely. Oh wait. . .now he'd have to find somewhere to go when he had to "train". What was he going to do with all this free time?
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Harry was sitting in his usual seat in Potions, staring off into space, when Ron came up to him and said, "Malfoy quit Quidditch, too. A bit fishy, both of you quitting like that."
The raven-haired boy was glad Professor Snape hadn't shown up yet and turned to his friend with a scowl on his tanned face. "It's not the least bit fishy. I talked to him earlier and he said it's no fun without me to compete with. And I agree. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw are pitiful at Quidditch."
Of course, the youngest Weasley boy didn't believe him. With a rock- hard prejudice that had only grown over the years towards Malfoy, his every suspicion turned towards the blond.
Like a true redhead, his temper instantly flared up. He stalked over to the table where Malfoy sat alone and hissed, "You did this. You somehow got Harry to quit. I don't know what you think you're getting out of whatever you're doing to Harry but it had better stop."
Draco sneered at the teen in front of him. Who did Weasley think he was, threatening him like that? Especially when his day was already turning out to be shit. "Or you'll do what, weasel? Bite me?"
A gleeful look crossed the Gryffindor's face. "No, from what I heard, you'd do it. . .and enjoy it, too."
Anger blazed in Draco's silver eyes at the audacity of Weasley. To suggest something as nasty as that. . .it was beyond gross. He would never enjoy biting that disgusting piece of trash! "You filthy git! I don't know where you heard that, but you'd better forget it because it's not true!"
"Oh, isn't it? I heard it from someone very. . .close to you."
The Slytherin's anger grew tenfold. "No one would dare lie about me like that!"
"Then it is true." Weasley had a the look of a cat who'd gotten the cream as he said this.
Beside the raging teen, Blaise Zabini roared with laughter. Draco clenched his fists and bit out, "And what do you think is so goddamned funny?"
"I hate to say it, Draco, but the weasel's found out about your little fetish," Draco's best friend for the past few years gasped out, his eyes twinkling brightly.
A few tables away, Harry heard this and blushed profusely. After their encounter three months ago, he'd had quite a few bite marks on his skin. They'd lasted for days, an embarrassing reminder of that day.
Draco leapt at Zabini, a glare of murder in his grey eyes. They tumbled to the ground, the blond straddling his friend. "You bastard! I can't believe you told him!"
A sheepish look was in Blaise's eyes as he muttered, "I didn't. I told Pansy."
Oh, really? The blond-haired teen turned his head to see the girl smirking at him. "What did you expect, Malfoy? That I'd leave such a juicy tidbit left a secret after finding out you've turned traitor? Think again, darling."
Pansy had put a mocking twist on her last word and Draco paled. Who knew what else she'd told? And shit. . .who else would be enraged that he'd turned traitor to the Dark Lord? He saw Nott's face twisted in a mask of hatred and gulped. This was not good. Not good at all.
"Sorry, mate. I didn't know you'd go and betray You-Know-Who. I wish I had your courage, but I'm to cowardly to sign my own death warrant by switching sides. And don't let anyone find out I just said that," Zabini whispered to his shell-shocked friend.
Draco was about to tell him he appreciated what he'd said, but Professor Snape suddenly billowed into the room. The Potions master took one look at the scene and scowled. "Weasley, ten points for being out of your seat. Malfoy, get up leave Zabini alone."
They instantly obeyed. Nobody wanted to risk a detention the first day of classes by angering Snape.
"This year you will be learning Advanced Potions. Many of you got here by having a natural aptitude to Potions, and other's managed to sneak in by sheer luck." Here he glared at the four Gryffindors, which included Ron, Neville, Hermione, and Harry. The three boys owed their getting into the class by extreme tutoring by Hermione. Well, and Neville had a bit of dumb luck by somehow managing to grow into owning a talent for Potions.
"This class will be harder than you've ever imagined. I expect only perfection and anything less deserves a Failing grade. You will work on your own the entire year with no help from me. Everyone will go at their own pace determined by their skill or lack of it. You will have a single partner for the year, which I choose. Switching is not allowed at any point, is that understood?"
Snape seemed less snappy than usual, but he made up for it in the shock-value of his words. Working on their own with partners he chooses? Wretched!
Surprisingly, the Potions professor partnered people together who probably would've chosen to work together. . .with a couple exceptions. "Partners are: Longbottom and Zabini, Granger and Weasley, Nott and Parkinson, Potter and Malfoy. Open your texbooks to page four and begin immediately. I expect the potion completed by the end of class, no exceptions."
"Rotten luck," Ron whispered as Harry got up and moved his stuff to Malfoy's table.
Harry sighed in resignation. Would his friend ever realize that he and the blond weren't enemies any more? Could he ever imagine that Harry gasp! might actually want to work with Malfoy?
He sat down never to his former rival, who whispered, "Professor Snape partnered us so we'd never have to drink a failed potion. You're lucky I'm so good at Potions, so no one would suspect a thing if Snape went soft on you."
"Arrogant git. And you know Snape would never go soft on me."
Draco knew Harry was just teasing with the insult. What made him sigh was the fact that Potter would never realize that maybe Snape would be less harsh on him. After seeing Sev's reaction to placing this latest burden on the boy-wonder, he knew the man wouldn't be so mean anymore.
"Why are you looking all glum?" Harry asked, surprised at the somber look on his partner's face.
"Nothing, really. But I think Snape will be nicer to you. He looked pretty angry when Dumbledore told us we had to go through with the plan."
Stunned, Harry glanced at the Potions professor and tried to see what Malfoy saw. He couldn't. Snape would never be nice to him, never care about his well-being or how many burdens were placed on his shoulders.
To change the subject, he asked, "You want to meet me in the Room of Requirement tonight? I told my friends I quit Quidditch because Dumbledore wanted me to train more. Now I have all this free time and I don't know what to do with it."
Draco considered this for a moment and then nodded. "Sure. We can meet couple days if you want."
"Fine with me. Meet you at seven?"
"Okay."
Both were strangely glad to be meeting the other later and embarrassed at this reaction, they immediately got to work and unsurprisingly finished their potion first. They got a perfect mark, which earned scowls from everyone else. No one else had gotten a perfect mark, even if their potion was right. Stupid Snape with his favoritism towards Malfoy. Of course, they were confused that Potter was given a perfect mark as well, but who knew what went on in the Potions Professor's mind?
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At seven o'clock sharp, Harry arrived at the entrance to the Room of Requirement and saw Malfoy leaning against the wall nearby. Silently, they went inside and saw that two comfy couches were placed in front of a roaring fireplace. A bookshelf filled with books lined the wall.
Draco instantly made for the green couch, stretching out on it. A sigh of pleasure escaped his lips at the way its soft leather cushioned him. "Good couch. Better than some beds I've seen."
The other teen shook his head in laughter. Ever the snob, Malfoy was. Ignoring the couches and the sight of an attractively lazy blond, Harry walked over to the bookshelf to examine what books the Room of Requirement had for them tonight.
"Hmm. Male Pregnancy and How to Deal With It. So Your Lover's Pregnant; What To Expect. These are all books on male pregnancy."
Draco sat up and groaned. "Do we have to read them?"
"Well, the room certainly wants us to. And we'd better read up on it."
With a scowl, the Slytherin got to his feet and ambled over to the other boy. He looked at the pictures on the covers of the books and immediately chose one. By the smirk on his face at the emerald-eyed teen's blush, Harry knew he'd done it on purpose. The book he'd chosen was, So Your Lover's Pregnant; What To Expect. It had a picture of a pregnant man cuddling up to another man. Neither had a shirt on.
Scowling blackly, Harry chose a more conservative book and settled onto the other couch. He was soon involved in reading, the red couch instantly relaxing him.
For a while, they read in silence. It was Draco who broke the silence with an exclamation of, "Disgusting. Utterly disgusting!"
Harry looked up from the chapter he was reading on hormone changes and their effects. "What is?"
"The entire birth process. We actually get female parts and have to push the baby out. It says here a lot of pain is involved in it. Ugh!"
The raven-haired boy laughed at Malfoy's wrinkled nose of disgust. "Yeah, it is pretty disgusting. Good thing it's not for another six months. Right now I'm worried about mood swings. People'll wonder why we're acting weird, you know."
"That shouldn't happen for awhile, though. Anyone I know didn't start acting crazy till they were pretty big."
"Nope, says here it starts early in male pregnancies. And I'm almost certain you had one last night."
"No way. I did not."
"Yeah, you did."
Draco suddenly smirked. "Well, you had one this morning."
"Nuh uh. You're just mad I got you."
"No, seriously. I thought you were acting nutters, yelling at your friends like that. Pretty unlike the Golden Boy's usual behavior." Malfoy's innate arrogance was in play on his aristocratic features and Harry scowled at this. No matter how much he'd changed, the blond was still a prat sometimes.
"Shut up."
Surprisingly, he did. Until he read something particularly disturbing a few minutes later, that is. "Oh fuck. . ."
"What now?"
"It says here pregnant men have increased sexual desires and often crave sex almost continuously starting around the fourth month and usually not ending until a few weeks before birth."
Harry went pale and simply stared at the other boy. He wasn't serious, was he? "You've got to be joking."
"I'm not."
"Oh shit. That's definitely not good."
The silver-eyed Slytherin said, "No kidding. First I lose my virginity because of a stupid potion and now I'll crave sex all the time? I think I'm cursed to have a messed up sex life."
"You mean that was your first time, too? I thought by all of Zabini's talk that you'd shagged."
Draco shrugged. "Only went to third base with even, even though he wanted more."
"Why'd you refuse?" the other boy was strangely curious to know more.
Draco blushed, looking away as he replied, "I wanted my first time to be special. With someone I loved."
"I know what you mean. That's what I wanted, too."
"You mean you didn't shag the Weaselette?"
This time it was Harry who blushed. "No. Only went to third. And Ron would kill me if he knew we went that far."
"Yeah, he probably would," Malfoy laughed, showing perfectly straight, white teeth.
Harry wanted to scowl, but he could only join in. They grinned in a shared feeling of comraderie which they hadn't really felt before. Well, until they remembered what each other said.
Uncomfortable, they looked away from each other. They looked everywhere but at each other. A few minutes passed and then Draco spoke softly, "So we were each other's firsts, huh?"
His former nemesis nodded, biting his lip nervously. "Sorry it wasn't special like you wanted."
Draco remembered their encounter and had to say, "No biggie. It was special in a different way. Who knew my first time would be with my biggest rival and that I'd actually enjoy it?"
"Yeah, it wasn't bad. A bit too rough, though," Harry admitted, almost immediately clapping a hand over his mouth in embarrassment.
The blond laughed. "What did you expect? We were under the influence of the strongest lust potion You-Know-Who could find and we did it several times."
Harry blushed, remembering exactly how many times they'd shagged. Four times to be exact. "Yeah, four times is a lot. Especially in under two hours."
"That sounds about normal."
Normal? The raven-haired teen could only stare at him in shock. "Normal? I never came more than twice with Ginny!"
"Only twice? She must not be that good."
"She was more experience than me!" This was another thing Harry immediately regretted saying. If that got out, Ron would murder him! Not to mention Ginny would too. . .
The other boy was surprised. Who knew the Weaselette was so experienced? Considering her Gryffindor status, he'd have thought she'd barely made it to first.
A thought suddenly occured to him. He knew first-hand that Potter didn't have any problems getting it up, so it was strange that he'd only orgasmed twice with the Weasley girl. She wasn't exactly ugly to look at, from a purely analytical viewpoint of course, so why was Harry's reaction to her so weak? Maybe. . .
On impulse, he said to the other teen, "Then it's clear you're not into girls as much as guys."
Harry gasped and flushed crimson. "What do you mean?"
Standing, the silver-eyed boy said, "Oh nothing find out in about a month. Goodnight, Potter. Sweet dreams."
He left the Room of Requirement without a backward glance, knowing Potter was staring at him as he walked away. Good. Maybe the Gryffindor wasn't as dense as he'd originally thought.
Harry was left sitting on the red couch, his mouth gaping open at Malfoy's parting words. Did he just imply what I think he did? And oddly, he hoped so. The entire time they'd been reading, he hadn't been able to keep his gaze from straying to the other boy. His attraction for the Slytherin was growing bigger every minute they spent together, and it wasn't bothering him as much as he thought it would. Strange, but true. . .
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Phew, Chapter Five done. I'm oddly hooked to this story and can't wait to write some of the things that'll happen in the future. I'm actually writing much faster than I'm posting so that if any writers' block does hit, it won't affect my updating that much. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter. Next chapter, I'm going to add in a little conflict and some fun with the boys' pregnancy. . .what fun! Keep up the great reviews and I'll see ya soon!
Much love, Roslyn Drycof. . .