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"Faster! Faster!" Draco's cries echoed about the empty chamber, his needy voice reverberating off the stone walls. Just as they two were trysting, and thrusting, a certain Potions Professor exiting his classroom bearing load of students' essays. Upon hearing the loud noises made by the pair, the Professor flared up and went in search of its source.

"Silly students, creating such a racket, skipping lunch…" Snape turned the corner and entered the chamber. Witnessing the audacious act, Snape let out a bellow and rolled his eyes. The last thing he wanted to see was his own godson getting banged up, and of all places, near his potions classroom.

"Mr. Malfoy! Mr. Potter!" Snape boomed. "Stop whatever you're doing right now!"

"No… can't … stop…" Draco replied breathlessly. "Harry!" Draco cried as he climaxed.

Having to hear his godson cry out the name of the number one student on his hate list, Snape shook his head in disappointment, wondering if he had made a wrong choice in helping them get together in the first place.

"See me in my office when you're done," Snape muttered, not knowing what else he could do. Trudging off back to his office, Snape let out a loud sigh and mumbled, "Let it be… let it be…"

After getting dressed and cleaned up, the boys lingered around the chamber, basking in the afterglow of sex, and enjoying each other's company.

"I think we have to go see Snape now…" Draco drawled, not wanting to get out of Harry's embrace.

"Ok…" Harry replied and gave Draco a light kiss on his forehead before jumping off the table. Draco smiled and took Harry's hand in his. They walked towards Snape's room hand in hand, both grinning like little schoolgirls.

"That was fast." Snape commented sarcastically as the two entered the room together.

"No, Sev, after you left we had another…" Draco started but was stopped mid-sentence by the professor.

"I don't want details. And Mr. Malfoy, I must remind you, I am your professor." Snape slit his eyes as he peered at Harry. "Anyway, as your Potions teacher, I have to tell you two what you were doing in the empty chamber was completely and utterly inappropriate and sorely against the Hogwarts code of conduct. As of such I will have to give you two detentions. Report to me after dinner every for the rest of the month."

"Yes sir," Draco cooed, obviously making fun of his godfather. Snaking his hand around Harry's waist, Draco cooed again. "If that's all, I should be gone with my boyfriend; we have something to attend to…" Draco giggled uncontrollably.

"No Draco, I need to speak to you, in private." Snape interrupted. This gave Harry the cue to leave the room, albeit unwillingly.

"Draco, sit." The professor motioned to a chair across his table. The Slytherin sat down, trying to keep a straight face while fighting the urge to grin in complete bliss.

"I'm not sure if you're aware of this…" Snape started, and halted. How was he to break such news to his godson? After gathering his thoughts for a moment, Snape started again.

"Tell me, do you and that Potter use any form of protection when you copulate?" Snape asked, keeping his tone trivial, like as though it was question about what someone ate for lunch.

"No? Why would we need any?" Draco asked, feeling odd at Snape's question.

"Well, the fact is, Draco, you can get pregnant if you do not use any. And especially if you do it with someone as strong as Harry." Snape said it all, pausing slightly among his words.

"What?" Draco's faux-straight face drooped.

"I know this may come as a surprise to you, but male pregnancies are possible. I know it hasn't been performed for the past few centuries, but I fear for you and Mr. Potter. Both of you are magically very strong, and both of you…" Snape struggled to find the right word. "Have a relationship, and beyond that, you two are bonded. Potter is your destiny, and I fear… the love and bond will kick off, leading to you getting pregnant."

Draco slumped into the chair, utterly taken aback by the new information. "I can get pregnant? What if I'm already pregnant?" Draco's hand shot to his stomach, fear building in him. "No, no, we're not that unlucky, are we?"

"Draco." Snape's voice brought the boy out of his trance.

"Yes?" Draco answered dreamily.

"Just be careful in future, ok? Come to me if you have any problems." Snape really cared much about his godson, even if it meant having to accept Harry as Draco's mate, so long Draco was happy.

"Yes, thanks Sev," replied Draco dryly. Upon exiting Snape's office, Draco was glad to find Harry waiting just around the corner. His mate smiled.

"So, what did he say?" Harry asked casually.

"He said you look hot under those robes," joked Draco. At that point in time, he would rather not tell Harry about the fact he could get pregnant. It would after all, be potentially detrimental to their sex life.

"Right…" Harry drawled, not even bothering to chuckle. Both returned to their respective dormitories to get ready for the afternoon lessons. Harry couldn't help but notice the pained look on Draco's face, a faint knot in Draco's brows. "He's worried about something. It must be something Snape said," thought Harry as he bade Draco farewell at the corridor leading to Draco's private room.

"Where did you go?" Ron asked Harry trivially as he entered the common room.

"Seriously, Ron, is it any of your business?" snorted Hermione as she looked up momentarily from her thick book. "And by the way, did you know that male pregnancies are possible in the wizarding world? Just that none had been reported for the past few centuries…"

"What?" Both boys exclaimed.

"Why are you so shocked? If brooms could fly in the wizarding world, why can't men get pregnants? Anyway, it says that it takes two magically powerful wizards in order to create a life…" Hermione paused and pondered. "I'd watch out if I were you, Harry. You get what I mean?"

"What? You're saying Harry and that ferret…" croaked Ron. His face twisted with disgust at the mental image of Harry copulating Draco.

"Ron? Stop being so strung-up. The world is filled with gay wizards," replied Hermione, disappointed. Sometimes she wondered what she saw in Ron. The two had been together since summer, Hermione having spent part of her vacation at the Burrow. She would always remember the night when Ron professed his love…

/Flashback/

They were taking a walk to a nearby clearing, where Hermione said she wanted to go gaze at the stars, for an astronomy project, of course. Ron accompanied her there, and brought his broom along with him. As Hermione lay on the lush green grass and gazed at the clear night sky, she saw Ron flying up high on his broom, seemingly going somewhere.

"Where are you going?" Hermione shouted.

"I'm going up to the skies!" Ron shouted back as he swerved around and looked at Hermione.

"What for?" Hermione called out.

Ron did not reply but continued flying till he was invisible in the darkness. After a while, he flew back down and touched down softly beside Hermione. The girl sat up and smiled at the boy. "I thought you were gone," she chuckled.

"Hermione," Ron started and went down on one knee. The girl raised her eyebrows as she noticed his actions, but did not comment further. "I went to the skies, to pluck out a star for you." With that, Ron took out a box from his pocket. It held a heart-shaped locket on a necklace, both silver. Opening the locket, Ron showed Hermione a photo of her on one side, and a photo of himself on the other side. Hermione gasped. "You'll always be the brightest star in my heart. And I give you my heart." With that, Ron reached around to help Hermione put on the necklace.

Hermione teared, not knowing what to say. She was so touched by what Ron did, for once, the aloof klutz actually could do something as romantic as such.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" Ron asked. Hermione did not reply, but nodded her head repeatedly. Ron grinned and pulled Hermione forward in a tight embrace. Meanwhile, the girl kept mumbling, "I love you, Ronald Weaseley, I always have."

The two then walked back to the burrow hand-in-hand, rounds of congratulations went round the table, and Mrs. Weaseley kept repeating about how "silly Ron finally decided to get around to asking Hermione". That night they had Pig send a message to Harry to inform him of their newfound relationship. Harry, had, obviously congratulated the both of them, and chided Ron for taking so long.

That was the one day Hermione will always remember for the rest of her life.

/end flashback/

Back in his private dormitory, Draco plopped down onto his lush velvet couch and stared at the empty fireplace. "What if I'm pregnant?" The thought resounded in Draco's head, his heart heavy with the thought. As much as the veela in him wants to have a child, in fact, children with Harry, he was still rationale enough to know that it would be highly unlikely and unsafe for him to be with child now. Not when Voldemort was still around, and not when they were all still schooling. Vexed, Draco lit a fire in the fireplace, and fire-called his mother.

"Narcissa Malfoy, Malfoy Manor," enunciated Draco has he stuck his head into the green flames. He found himself staring at the common library at home, his mother sitting poised at a table, apparently doing accounts of her boutique. Narcissa Malfoy was the sole owner of one of the largest chain of boutiques in wizarding London, and they specialised in all forms of female wear, from toddlers to wedding gowns, from maternity wear to clothes suitable for the Queen. Their wide range of high-quality, high-end clothes drew crowd from the elites of the wizarding world, with customers all over Europe.

"Mother." Draco spoke out, gaining her attention. Putting down her reading glasses, Narcissa Malfoy tittered on her heels as she moved to a couch nearer the fire.

"Yes son?" Narcissa replied.

"Do you happen to know of any pregnancy test charm or potion?" Draco spoke out. There were no secrets between the two, and upon hearing this, Narcissa smiled meekly.

"Give me a moment," answered the mother as she went and picked out a book from the bookshelf behind her. She passed the book to Draco through the fire, and commented, "Page fifty-three. Come back to me if you're unsure."

"Aren't you going to ask me anything?" Draco questioned, surprised at the calmness his mother was showing.

"Sev told me," she started. "I do hope it's going to be negative. But whatever the result is, Draco, I want you to know, I'll do everything in my best ability for you to be happy. I'll respect your decision; just make sure you keep me informed, all right?"

Draco sighed. He felt bad making all those who loved him worry for him. "Yes mother." With that, Draco went back to his room and promptly flipped open the book to page fifty-three, as instructed.

Xxx

"Look with your inner eye… read the swirls in the crystal ball…" drawled Professor Trelawney. She hovered above Harry and Ron's table, studying Harry's face. "Boy, you look worried, I see the darkness between your brows…be careful in time to come…" warned the Divination professor. Ron chuckled, amused. Anyone could tell that Harry was worried, one does not require the inner eye to notice knotted brows.

"Where's Draco?" Harry groaned as he noticed the absence of his lover from class. "I must go down to his dorm after class," muttered Harry to himself as he pretended to gaze into the crystal ball.

"Remember, use your inner eye to peer into the future…" the Professor said her last few words before her students scampered for the exit. Harry told Ron that he had to go attend to something and the latter understood it must have something to do with Malfoy. Harry ran all the way towards Draco's dorm and stopped in front of the portrait.

"What's the password?" pondered Harry. Draco had changed the password the day before, and Harry had cleanly forgotten it. "Can you let me in?" Harry spoke to the snake in Parseltongue, hoping to gain entry.

The snake hissed and wriggled about, but did not open the door. "Master Malfoy does not wish to see anyone." It finally replied.

"Tell him it's Harry? Please, I really need to see him." Harry pleaded.

"He doesn't understand my language," hissed the snake.

"Then how did you know he doesn't wish to see anyone? Let me in this instant now, you imbecilic serpent!" Harry boomed, worked up. There he was, anxious to see if Draco was all right, and there the snake had to stall him. Harry drew out his wand and was about to blast the door open when the snake conceded and opened the door. Harry scrambled in and shouted for Draco.

"Draco! Are you all right?" Harry found Draco slumped in his couch, not moving. Harry squatted in front of the boy, and held his shoulder. Harry saw the tears in Draco's eyes, and instantly knew something was wrong. "Draco?"


Author's notes: Yes! A cliffhanger! Is Draco pregnant or not? Leave you to think about it… -I feel evil-

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