Chapter 7

"I hate my life." Draco stated, bending over the toilet and emptying the contents of his stomach. Harry stood behind him, running comforting circles on his back. "You are suck a melodramatic, you've been puking for over four months, figured you would be used to it by now." Draco turned around to glare at him briefly before his cheeks puffed out and he puked once again.

"Argh!" Draco said, clutching his stomach, "I hate this." he gripped the sides of the toilet as if it was the only thing that kept him from toppling over, "I feel so drained." he commented, sighing.

"I'm sure you would." Harry said with a smirk, Draco turned and glared at him again which Harry responded with a cheeky grin. "You suck." Draco said, he blew a tendril of hair out of his face.

"You should know, you have first hand experience after all." Draco blushed and turned back to the toilet. "Shut up." he mumbled. It was times like these when Harry was glad that pregnant people had mood swings, though normally they became bitchy he guessed that since Draco had been bitchy before it must have mad him...tame. He smirked at that thought.

"Are you done?" the green-eyed boy asked, pausing in his ministrations to glance down. He frowned; Draco was looking a little, green?

"Oh shit." Draco said, he looked to be close to freaking out, "Oh shit! Harry, I think we might have...er...miscalculated a few things." he stated. Harry bent down beside him, curious. "What are you going on about?" he asked, one arm resting around Draco's neck.

"Well, like how far along I am." Harry arched an eyebrow, "How do you figure that?" he asked incredulously.

Draco turned around and glared at him, "I'll tell you how, my fuckin' water just broke!" Harry froze, "You're kidding, right?" he asked, a sweat drop trailing down his face. Only one thought went through his head, "ShitShitShitshit."

"Potter, this is no time to have an, ergh, panic attack." he tried to get to his feet only to wobble and fall over, "God dammit Potter!" he groaned as his first contraction hit him, "Holy shit that hurt." he said, tears leaking from his eyes, "SHIT!"

And just like that all Harry's training came back to him, scooping Draco up he hastily deposited him on the maroon silk sheets. "Lean back," Draco frowned at him, not liking being ordered around but then decided it was for his own benefit and complied, "Removio." Immediately all Draco's clothes were off.

"Spread your legs as far as they can go." he said, getting onto the bed. "Potter, I really don't think this is the time to fuck!" Harry glared at him; "I have to get the baby out."

"We-ugh!" Draco leaned his head back into the pillows, "SHIT!"

"Breath, breath, you have to calm down and breath baby..." Draco lifted his head to glare at him, "I AM FUCKING BREATHING GOD DAMMIT!" he shouted before his head flopped back on the pillow.

"Shhh, it's okay baby, now push." Draco made a grunting noise, his face turning red in the effort before he sucked in a deep breath and leaned back down, "This is hell." he managed to get out in between gasps of breath, "This is HELL!" he said as another contraction hit him.

Harry meanwhile was trying desperately not to panic; this was suppose to happen during birth, but it didn't make it any easier seeing his love in so much pain. "Just breathe baby..."

Five hours later.

Blonde hair soaked in sweat hung to his forehead in ragged clumps. His breathing came out in uneven gasps, the bedsheets were covered in sweat, and blood and long fingernail shaped tears were everywhere.

Harry was trying to fight back tears at the hopeless situation, 'Why did I have to be such a hero?' "Push." 'To conceited to get help...'

There was a small weary grunt as Draco tried desperately to push the baby out. "It won't come out!" tears streamed down his face, "It hurts..."

Harry reached up and gripping his head kissed him deeply, "Just try, push, please?" he gazed lovingly into silver eyes, "We can't just give up." Draco nodded a surge of warmth spreading through him, "Alright."

"Push!"

One hour later.

"Here he is." Harry said, smiling. He picked up a small pink bundle with dark hair. "Thank god." he heard his love say before he passed out. 'Draco, I'm so sorry.'

He looked down at the small thing in his hands who was struggling to open his eyes. "Hello." he said, smiling at him. The baby looked up at him with stunning silver eyes.

Harry took a minute to examine his son. Smooth black hair, much like Draco's although the color was from him. Slightly feminine features like Draco also. Vivid raincloud gray eyes like Draco and a small button nose like Harry.

The baby squirmed in his grasp before he began to cry. "Hungry are you?" he asked, peering down at him. The baby blinked at him owlishly. Harry laughed, "I guess that's a yes." he said, moving over to a small case in the corner that had fresh baby milk for newborns.

He reached something that looked vaguely like a bottle but was made specifically for newborns. He reached over and filled it quickly with some fresh milk that he had bought especially from a real woman, and handed it to him. "Here, eat up." he said, smiling.

The baby blinked at him, he appeared to be struggling to stay awake. "You have to eat first, you know?" he asked, gently putting the bottle in the little person's mouth, "Drink." he commanded. The little boy didn't need him to say it again; he was wolfing it down in seconds. Harry laughed.

After a few minutes the baby spat out the bottle he had been drinking so enthusiastically five minutes ago and let out a small yawn. It closed his eyes and appeared to fall asleep. Smiling down at the tiny bundle in his arms, Harry walked over to the bed and carefully placed the little boy between them.

He moved his arms so that he could envelop both his lover and son, before falling into a peaceful slumber.

The next morning...

Draco yawned and opened his eyes, looking around the room. He faintly felt pain where he shouldn't and the day before came back to him. Shooting into a sitting position, he looked around the room for his child frantically.

He breathed an audible sigh of relief when he saw the pink little bundle lying innocently between him and Harry, it's tiny fingers had a weak grip on the blanket. He smiled and stroked his son's soft hair.

'This is my son.' he thought, smiling down at him.

He looked up at the clock; classes had started a little over three hours ago. He glanced at Harry ho was waking up. "Harry...?" he asked, the green-eyed boy opened one eye to look at him.

"Harry get up." he commanded. Potter groaned and lifted himself off the bed, "Hey baby, are you okay?" the dark-haired boy's eyes were bloodshot, evidence of his lack of sleep.

"Yes, but your not looking too well yourself." he sighed, "Look, we need to figure out what we're going to do with Jalademinased..."

"What?!" Draco glared at him, "That's his name! Jalademinased Draconis Malfoy."

Harry was awake now, "No way! I'm NOT naming my son that!" Draco glared at him, "Well you're not naming him, I am."

"Look, why don't we find a name we can agree on?" Draco glared at him for another moment before he nodded, "Okay, what do you suggest?"

Harry immediately answered, "Tom, of course." Draco's eyes bulged, "TOM!? No way I'm naming my son TOM! How plain is that?"

"It's not plain, it's nice."

"No, how about Apollo?"

"Isn't that like a sun god or something?" Harry asked, rubbing his eyes. "I'm not naming my son after a sun god."

Draco glared, "Well than how about Gabrielle?" Harry frowned.

"Too fancy. Why can't you think up normal names? I like Jack."

"No way."

"Joe? Bob?"

"NO!"

"Er..."

"How about Zeus?"

"What is with you and Greek mythology?" Draco glared, "Okay, um...Scott?"

Draco frowned for a minute than nodded, "Acceptable, but I get to pick his middle name." Harry shrugged, "Jaden."

"Where do you come up with this stuff?!" Draco glared at him, "Okay, okay! So Scott Jaden Malfoy-Potter. Jeez, that sure is a pain and the ass to say."

"Don't talk like that in front of the kid!" Draco looked over to the baby who looked like a log, barely moving and taking small breaths. "You're so lucky he didn't hear Potter."

Harry shrugged, "What are we going to do during the day?" he fingered a loose thread on the bed. "I mean, I was thinking we could get Dobby..."

"The house-elf?" Draco looked scandalized; "We only have about 4 months left of school anyway. Besides, If I tell him not to say anything he won't. He practically worships me."

Draco hit him on the back of the head. "What was that for?!" Harry asked, rubbing the back of his head, "For stealing my house-elf."

Harry was about to say something back but then the baby awoke...and began to cry rather loudly.

"It's okay baby." Draco lifted the small boy into his arms; "It's okay..." the baby spit on him. Glaring, he handed "it" to Harry. "He's your son, you take care of him."

Harry raised an eyebrow but obligingly attempted to calm Scott down. If anything the boy got worse.

They tried milk, pacifiers, and toys, even singing (Harry). But to no avail.

"I think I hate being a parent already." Draco said, trying to shove a bottle of milk into the boy's unwilling mouth. Harry laughed and took it from him, giving him a peck on the lips. "It's worth it." he said, gazing at the small being. "God, it sure is worth it."

I'm really not good at birthing scenes...

R&R!