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Author's notes: Ah-ha! I had a hard time picking the winner for the "Guess-what's-the-gift contest". Mz psycho got the general idea correct first, but Starrarose is the one with the nearly perfect answer! So this chapter goes out to you two!
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Thanks to Princesspepper, mz psycho, Tinas74 (Draco already has his own room, remember?) Princess-fictoria, angelkitty77, ChronoclockXVII, spamy, Lady Angelique of Mystiqu, Sheree, Layce74, Yana5, dreamerswaking, yellowing, Sarah, Starrarose, Falcon'sTears13, D Edmun, lonlyheart (Been reading "The Potterboy Problem" by Roslyn Drycof huh?)


Harry held the velvet covered box in front of the veela, watching his eyes widen at the sight of the ring. It was a chunky ring with a carving of a dragon on it. Charmed to blink and move, Draco gasped when the dragon woke up from its nap and opened its eyes- the dragon had emerald eyes. "This should remind you of me," explained Harry, "all the time."

Draco fingered the intricate engravings and marveled at the quality of work. "This must have cost him a lot," thought Draco.

"Would you like me to put it on you?" Harry asked.

"Am I like marrying you or something?" retorted Draco playfully, already sticking out his left hand for Harry.

"Why? You don't want to marry me?" Harry slipped the ring onto Draco's ring finger, the ring fitting the veela perfectly. Holding out his hand near the light from the candle, Draco continued to admire and adorn the jewelry.

"Harry, thanks." Draco reached forward and gave Harry a light peck on the cheek.

"Is that all I get?" groaned Harry when he found the veela returning to his seat. The veela merely grinned. Harry smiled, "Now I know how it feels to be in love. You're happy so long he's happy."

"We'll see," beamed Draco, giving Harry a wink. "Seriously, do you think I act too much like a girl?" Draco asked casually, slowly stirring his drink, watching the pink beverage swirl around in the glass.

"No, why do you say so?" Harry asked, watching Draco every moment. His eyes trailed from Draco's manicured fingernails to his slim delicate fingers, the cuffs of his tailored leather jacket up his arm to his face, the pale face with rosy cheeks, the silver grey eyes and thick long lashes. Harry loved the pert lips, the ones that always flattered a pout from the blonde.

"Hm, I'm always emotional, I love jewelry, I love to pout and throw a tantrum…" Draco trailed off, noticing how dazed Harry had looked. "Are you listening to me?"

"What?" Harry stuttered, Draco's raised voice bringing him out of his trance.

"You're not listening to me!" Draco reached across and gave Harry a playful slap on his hand, and gritted his teeth. That, was a very "girl-thing" to do.

"I was, I was," Harry choked. He had heard what Draco said, but not exactly listened to those words.

"Right," retorted Draco, "then repeat what I said."

"You said…" Harry started. "I have to think of something!" He thought.

"Yes?" Draco sat back into the chair, crossing his arms across his chest and held a look of contempt on his face.

"You were commenting how ravishing I looked even without much primping and how much you would like to shag me here, and now," replied Harry, grinning.

"See? You weren't listening to me." Draco moved front and placed his elbow on the table, snarling at Harry. "But you're absolutely right." Fighting the urge to giggle in front of his mate, Draco promptly pulled Harry into a kiss, one that nonetheless drew much attention from the other snogging couples in the café. Gasps and exclamations were exchanged in the room, but the couple paid little attention to them.

"Tee-hee." Draco could not stifle the urge to giggle whilst his mouth still attached to Harry's.

"What?" Harry pulled away, surprised at the veela's giggle.

"It's all your fault, you irresistibly hot mate of a veela. You always make me feel like giggling," Draco grouched, battling his veela instincts.

"What if I say I loving a giggling you?" teased Harry.

"Then you're in luck, Mr. Potter," Draco cooed, giggling more.

"I love you so much, Mrs. Potter." Harry reached across to brush a strand of stray hair away from Draco's face.

"Hey!" Draco shouted, inviting stares from nearby tables. Sulking for a while, Draco started again. "Ok, I'm your Mrs. Potter. Happy?" Harry nodded earnestly. "So," Draco moved in to whisper into Harry's ears, "Shall we get back to Hogwarts and make some baby Potters?"

Harry chuckled, and hardly had time to respond before the veela dragged him out of his seat and out of the shop. Jogging behind the veela, Harry kept urging him to slow down; "No need to hurry, I'm not the eager one." That turned the veela on more, who only snarled and couldn't wait to pounce on the Gryffindor.

"Harry! Wait up!" A striking voice called out as the two passed through the gate leading to Hogwarts. Letting go of Draco's hand, Harry turned around and found the owner of the voice; it was none other than Cho.

"Hi Cho," addressed Harry. Draco turned around and gave her a cold, hard stare. His stare simply said, "Get away from MY Harry".

"Harry," Cho spoke, eyeing Draco, "can we talk, in private?"

Harry glanced at Draco, not knowing what to say.

"Whatever you want to say to him, you can say it here. There's nothing I don't know," Draco lashed. Cho hesitated, but went ahead nonetheless.

"Harry," Cho spoke. "I was wondering if you already have a date for the Halloween ball?" She threw a furtive glance at Draco, trying to avoid his stare.

"But the ball isn't in three months," Harry stated simply.

"Yes, but I thought we could go sign up as the planning committee together and such… I really want to go with you, you know." Cho replied softly, wondering if she had said the wrong thing, especially in front of Malfoy. Ever since Cedric's death, and her pouring out her heart to Harry in fifth year, she never really got over him. Deep in her heart, Cho still liked Harry. The funny thing was that she never chose a better time to try to pick Harry up; when Harry is attached to a very possessive and territorial male veela.

"He's not going with you," snapped Draco, who stepped out in front of Harry. Slitting his eyes and flaring his nostrils, the veela was bound to blow up. "Get away from Harry. Or else…" Draco threatened. He felt a surge of adrenaline through him as he scowled at the Ravenclaw.

"I…" Before Cho could finish her sentence, she felt an energy bolt hit her in the middle, causing her to double over in acute pain. She nearly passed out from the pain; it was a cruciatus curse.

Promptly after she fell, Draco fainted.

"Draco! Cho!" Harry's cries were the last things left resonating in the empty corridor as he caught his falling boyfriend.

Xxx

It was two days later when Draco woke up in the infirmary. He slowly opened his eyes, squinting against the light pouring in from the windows. He felt a hand hold his, and knew it was Harry. Noticing Draco stirring, Harry sat up and smiled meekly at the boy.

"What happened?" Draco asked, his voice croaky from his dry throat.

"You did a wandless magic. And cast an Unforgivable," Harry choked, speaking each word with difficulty. He could not fathom how the blonde could do wandless magic, but attributed it to being a veela.

"What?" Draco sat up quickly, and immediately felt faint, experiencing vertigo.

"Lie down," Harry fussed. "And after you cast the curse, you fainted. Dumbledore thinks it's because you exerted a lot of your magical strength."

"I cast an Unforgivable?" Draco thought aloud. "Then I'm no different from my father."

"No Draco. I don't think you did it on purpose," Harry held his hands, trying to comfort the veela.

"Will the ministry be coming for me then? Will I be expelled? Or am I already expelled?" Tears well in Draco's eyes, and Harry felt crushed. The only other time Draco had cried, it was also his fault. Harry felt it was his fault that Draco cast the curse; Draco wanted to protect him from Cho's flirtations.

"No, don't worry. Dumbledore had kept it hush-hush. He oblivated Cho of that memory, and Poppy fixed her all right. And he said wandless magic are hard to trace, the ministry will never get to you," Harry explained.

Draco sighed. He never expected things to turn out this way, and he hated to have to cry infront of Harry again. Quickly wiping the tears from his eyes, Draco attempted to give Harry and reassuring smile, but Harry saw through it.

"Draco, don't worry. I'm here." Harry took the blonde in his arms and slowly stroked his back to help soothe the sobbing. The veela rested his face against Harry's muscular shoulders, choking on his sobs. He was evidently going through an emotional turmoil; one he never knew a Malfoy was capable of.

"Harry," Draco spoke. "I'm sorry…"

"Shh, it's not your fault. Just don't worry too much about it, okay?" Harry whispered, kissing the blonde's forehead. Running his thumb down Draco's cheeks, Harry sought to wipe the tears streaming down his pale, smooth face. Draco had looked much paler now, having being in a coma for the past two days and considerably weak now.

"Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore's voice boomed and echoed in the empty infirmary as he entered. Along with him came Madam Pomfrey and a concerned Professor Snape.

"Draco, are you all right?" Professor Snape asked, his voice carrying a tint of concern. Snape, like Lucius Malfoy, hardly expressed his emotions. Draco gave a few nods, reassuring the concerned godfather.

"Mr. Malfoy," Professor Dumbledore started, his eyes twinkling like usual, "I'm sure Mr. Potter here has explained to you what happened and how it has been dealt with." Draco nodded again. The Headmaster smiled, "Then if Madam Pomfrey here thinks you are fine enough to leave, you may return to your dormitory."

"Come Mr. Malfoy, drink this up and you're free to go." The nurse handed Draco a bottle of blue potion, Draco drank it quickly, allowing the foul tasting liquid to slide down his throat. Handing the bottle back to the nurse, Draco got out of bed. Harry held his arm gingerly, fearing that he might feel faint again.

"Wait, I think I'm going to be sick," Draco muttered and scrambled for a nearby sink. However his weak legs didn't carry him very far before he vomited the potion he just took all over the ground and falling over. Harry rushed forth and held the blond up, fearing that he would pass out again.

"I haven't seen anyone throw up a calming draught before," commented Madam Pomfrey as she checked Draco when Harry brought him back to the bed. Waving her wand above the boy, the nurse muttered a few quick charms to try to check what was wrong. Meanwhile, Harry held a worried look on his face.

"This is impossible," Poppy mumbled. She did the charms again, and again the results showed only one thing; Draco was pregnant. "Mr. Malfoy! Are you or are you not pregnant?"

"No, I checked. The result was negative." Draco replied weakly.

"And may I know what potion or charm it might be?" enquired the nurse. Beside her, Professor Snape was white as sheet, and the Headmaster still held that strange twinkle in his eyes.

"The Gravida potion," explained Draco.

"No wonder. Has no one told you that the potion does not work on males, especially male veelas?" Madame Pomfrey replied, shaking her head in despair. She then moved to another corner of the room, and searched high and low on her rack. Draco and Harry were utterly stunned.

"What?" Draco choked, tears welling in his eyes, threatening to flow down his cheeks any moment. "I can't be pregnant…" Draco had wanted children, but not then. Not while they were still in school, definitely. Harry remained silent, unable accept it.

"Draco is carrying my child? A baby Potter?" Harry asked himself. He threw a concerned look at the Headmaster, who smiled benevolently. Professor Snape was fuming, for Narcissa had apparently looked up the wrong potion for Draco. Or rather, she had conveniently just showed him the one she had used when she was pregnant. The potions master promptly exited the room, presumably to floo to the Malfoy Manor.

"Come, Mr. Malfoy, let's do a test for you." The nurse reappeared with a small bottle of colourless liquid in her hand. She took hold of Draco's pale hand and cut a small slit with a small paring knife to allow some blood to drip into the bottle. As the crimson liquid mixed with the potion to become a lightly tinted solution, Madam Pomfrey used a glass stirrer and started to swirl the liquid around, muttering some incantations. The four of them watched as the liquid turned from a light red to a dark blue, then to a deep turquoise, and lastly, settled for green, a Slytherin green. The nurse let out and audible sigh.

"So does that mean I am indeed pregnant?" Draco asked, noticing the dejected look in the nurse. She merely nodded. Draco looked at Harry, who was utterly shocked beyond words. Tears welled uncontrollably in Draco's eyes; "Harry doesn't want the child," he had thought when he saw no elated response from the Gryffindor. Somewhere along the pained silence in the room, the Headmaster and the nurse had retreated from the bedside and into the privacy of the nurse's room to discuss about the plight of the pregnant veela.

Draco's tears soon fell from his eyes, running freely down his cheeks. Soft sobs were heard as Draco tried to stifle his emotions, and that jerked Harry from his deep thoughts.

"Draco?" Harry held his hand and kissed the knuckles slightly.

"You don't want the child, do you?" questioned Draco, in a pained voice.

"No. I was just thinking, should our baby be a Potter or a Malfoy or a Potter-Malfoy?" Harry grinned, and drew the blond into a tight embrace. Draco smiled when he heard that from Harry; that was all the support he needed.

Or so he thought.


Author's notes: Oh yes! I forgot to add in the pre-fic note that the results of the poll are as follows: Draco – 11 votes, Harry – 4 votes. As such, Draco will be the pregnant one, and when I finish this story, I MIGHT come up with an alternate Harry-pregnant one. We'll see, okay? Please review!

P/S: Go read Losing Your Way by The Treacle Tart (link is in my favourite's list) cos that's the Ron I like! That is such a great fic… I almost always tear when I read it. And I just read it again… sigh.