Chapter 10

Motherly Instinct

It became apparent after a week, that there was something strange about their child. For one, a small stump like thing had started growing out of its...posterior.

They had thought at first, that maybe it was some kind of birthmark, like a mole or something. But the days past and they were shocked to find it grew bigger, and grew hair. And by the end of the week their son had a fluffy black tail.

Harry slammed the book shut. "It's not in this one either." he said to Draco. Draco looked up from his book briefly to glare, "Keep looking! There has got to be 'some' reason our son has a tail!" He enforced this by turning a few pages in the rather large book he was reading and staring at the pages blankly.

Harry shook his head, "The only way I could think of is if you took a conception potion and somehow screwed it up-" he looked worriedly over at Draco who had suddenly gone 'very' pale. "Draco?"

He trembled for a moment before he bowed his head, "I have a confession to make..." Harry rose and eyebrow and gestured with his free hand for him to continue, though he had a feeling where this was going, "I-I took a conception potion."

Harry looked at him for a moment before he said quietly, "Why?"

"W-well, uh...you're always talking about family and stuff..." Harry, for his part, was looking fairly shocked. But he scolded himself for not having guessed it sooner; guys just didn't 'get' pregnant. And then that explained why it happened so fast, pregnancies used with a conception potion only last three months...

"Who made it?" Harry asked, curious. He doubted that if Draco had made it, it would have been screwed up. Draco flushed deeply, "Well, umm...I made it." Harry's eyes went wide. Well, today sure is full of surprises.

"Oh." Harry said. Draco, for his part, was extremely surprised Harry was taking this all so calmly. He figured he was probably going to get yelled at later for it.

Harry seemed to know what Draco was thinking, for he said, "I'm not really upset, I mean; now I have a son. I just wish you had told me you were doing it." Draco grinned at him, "Well, I wanted it to be a...well a surprise."

Harry raised an eyebrow and Draco flushed, "Okay, so it was a really stupid idea, and I wasn't really thinking. I was...sort of, a little...drunk."

"Ah, so that's why the potion messed up." Draco began flipping through the dusty brown book again, leaving Harry to his thoughts.

About five minutes later Draco sighed and slammed the book shut. Harry was concentrating on a single paragraph rather intently. "Why can't we just cut it off again?" Harry looked up briefly and gave him a look that said, 'think about it and even though I love you I will kill you.'

"I told you, it's connected to all his main veins. He would die of blood loss before we could close it." Draco clenched his eyes shut, that was not something he would like to think about. Harry's face echoed his thoughts.

"Well, I guess we could just leave it..." Draco suggested. Harry sighed and rubbed his head with the rough palms of his hand. "I don't want him to be discriminated, unwanted..."

"Like you were?" Draco asked softly. "Yes."

"Don't worry, he'll have us! And if anyone dares to insult him, they will face our wrath. Besides, I don't think many people would dare insult a Malfoy." he said hauntingly. Harry swatted at him and glared playfully. "Don't you ever stop that whole 'holier than thou' act?"

"Only if you ask nicely." he grinned. Harry sighed, but had a strangely predatorily look in his eyes, "Well than, I know this handy abandoned room just a bit from here, and we can start asking away."

Draco smirked and began to rise from his chair when there was a small pop and none other than the tiny house elf Grant appeared. Harry stared at him in shock before glaring and looking around to make sure no one saw the little elf. They were in a small corner of the library and the only other person was Madam Pince, who was over on the other side re-arranging some Runes text books.

Harry whirled around, his face deadly. He could not believe this elf had the nerve to interrupt him when he was about to get some! "Grant," he hissed, "What is the meaning of this?!" Grant shrunk under his master's harsh gaze.

"Grant's is sorry to interrupt, sirs. But the young master has been blowing things up sirs!" Harry's phase left its deadly gleam instantly at the mention of Scotty. "What?"

"Young master wouldn't eat sir. H-He is mad sir." he started bawling, "Grant doesn't know what he did wrong sirs! Grant is sorry! Grant will be better!" Harry waved him away and rushed out of the library, Draco on his heels.

Harry slammed open the door to the Room of Requirement. It was a disaster area. All the house-elves appeared to stick to one spot and were hiding under the coffee table, huddled together and shaking. Scott was wailing at the top of his lungs, tears and snot running down his face and all over his light blue teddy bear bib.

Draco rushed over to the poor thing before Harry could say anything and gathered the boy into his arms. "Shhhh, papa's got you. It's okay, it's okay..." He cradled him against his chest, uncaring that the snot, baby milk, and everything else was smearing into his new robes. "Don't worry baby, I got you..."

Harry's eyes softened as he observed the scene from where he was standing in the doorway. He gestured quickly for the elves to leave and they did happily.

When the babies crying had ceased to a mere sniffling, his silky black tail wrapped around Draco's arm, he made his way over.

He smiled at Draco, "I think it's time we got some sleep." he observed.

Draco nodded and walked over to the large queen-sized bed. He carefully placed Scott in the center and crawled in himself, drawing up the blankets to his chin. He smiled and gestured for Harry to join him, which he did so happily.

The next day during class found Draco worrying about the baby constantly. Harry joked that yesterday awoke some kind of 'motherly instinct.' To which Draco had kicked him in the shin and said firmly that he was in no way the woman in this relationship and that Harry was. To which Harry had burst out into laughter and it sent Draco huffing and ignoring him during potions.

Hermione, whom he had coincidentally sat by, leaned over and whispered, "Is something wrong? You keep looking at the clock..."

"Shut up Granger and mind your own business." She glared at him and opened her mouth to say something else when Draco said, "Just because you've walked in on us, and covered for us a few times, does not mean I like you." She looked absolutely livid then, and it gave Draco a giant surge of satisfaction. He had to use 'someone' to take out his frustration on.

She opened her mouth to respond but then thought better of it and simply huffed and turned back to face the front of the classroom.

Snape walked in, his trademark robes billowing behind him. "Hello, class." he said, "Today we will be making a special plant fertilizer, used specifically for roses. Does anyone know what it is?"

Hermione raised her hand. "Anyone else?" There was a pause and then Neville raised it, Snape almost smiled with glee. "Yes, Longbottom?"

"Rose Nectar, sir." Snape glared, "Yes, now what does it do?"

Neville fidgeted and gnawed on his lower lip, "I-It makes them grow twice as fast and makes the colors brighter."

"Anything else?" Neville shifted. "Um...increases magical potency."

Snape glared at him fiercely, "Correct." he said reluctantly. He swirled around. "Now, open your books to page 376..."

Draco looked at the clock; they had another hour of this class left at least. Harry was smirking at him from where he was sitting. Draco wondered why he wasn't as panicked as he was, the last time they had left their son alone with those elves he had blown stuff up. Which they never got around to really fixing completely, hopefully the elves took care of it.

The reason Harry managed, for the most part, not to panic is because he was busy thinking about hiring a real nanny. One with real experience with magical babies. House elves didn't seem to be enough; unless they really shaped up he was going to have to get rid of them.

But then again, they 'had' been good every other time. But he couldn't really risk any mistakes. But then a nanny could easily be working for the other side and do something drastic once she finds out who the father of the baby is...

Harry shook his head, all the thinking was making his head hurt. He figured he'd stick with the house elves...for now anyway.

Forty five minutes later, Draco Malfoy was sprinting out the door to his room. Harry was walking rather calmly, talking with Seamus and Dean. Though he was eager to get back with his son himself, he didn't want to draw too much attention to himself.

He smiled weakly at Dean as he recounted a run-in with some 'hot babe.'

"And then she took it off!"

"She did?!! You lucky bastard!"

He turned to the left as they rounded the next corner, "Hey Harry, aren't you coming to the Great Hall for dinner?" Got to think fast. "Er, no. I'm not feeling to well, going take it up in my room."

They nodded their heads and turned their attention elsewhere.

Now, to the Room of Requirement.

Draco was relieved that nothing managed to occur during the rather short period that he was at classes. All that worrying had made him thirsty, "Flippy?"

The petite little thing walked over to him cautiously, "Yes, Misses Potter? Flippy asked him innocently. Draco's eyes twitched, "What did you just call me?" About this time the house elf realized he must have said something wrong and was obviously scanning the words through his head. He obviously didn't seem to find anything wrong, but he said anyway, "Flippy is so sorry, miss."

Draco casually drew his wand and spun it threateningly, "Miss?" he asked. Flippy squeaked and covered his head, "Flippy is sorry! Flippy is sorry, sir! Master Malfoy!"

Draco smirked in satisfaction; it seemed he hadn't lost his touch. And Potter had said something about him being 'motherly.' Hah! He doesn't know what he's talking about…

There was a small cry from the other side of the room. Draco turned swirled around quickly. "Ah! What are you doing to my son you-you fiend!" he raced over to the crib where Minny was holding a large diaper. "Get away from him with that!"

Harry appeared at the door, "What's wrong?" he asked, noticing Draco. Draco quickly picked up Scott, who was gurgling. His fluffy black tail wagging just enough to notice. "I'll tell you what! That disgrace of a house-elf was trying to molest our son!"

Harry raised an eyebrow, "Really." He asked. Draco nodded, glaring over at the now cowering house elf. Minny squeaked, "Minny was only trying to change young master's diaper, sirs!"

Harry grinned, suddenly understanding. "Draco, it's a diaper."

"A what?"

"A muggle thing, so when the baby, you know, takes a shite it doesn't get everywhere." Harry stated simply. Draco gaped, "What! You mean my son touched a-a 'muggle' thing?! How…distasteful." He said.

Harry suddenly grinned, "You know, dildos are muggle too…" "That's different." Draco said plainly, blushing.

"Well, muggle or not, he's going to have to use them. People would get suspicious if I started bringing in those magical ones. Besides, I heard they caused rashes." Draco's face twisted, "Rashes? I think we can stick with the muggle ones then." He said, defeated.

Harry grinned at him. "Now, I think I'd like to show you some 'other' muggle things…"

R & R!

I know it's really late, sorry for all those who were waiting for it. (If any--;;)