Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Warning: This is a slash, mpreg (that's male pregnancy) story. For those of you who don't like that kind of thing or have an over whelming case of 'living in reality' I suggest you push the back button and read my essay.

Author's Notes: All I have to say in my defense is its not meant to be taken seriously so please don't.

Chapter 2: Half Empty, Half Full

"You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses."

- Ziggy

Shock isn't a strong enough word for what I was feeling. I mean come on; I got Draco Malfoy pregnant? It defied all logic and I was pretty damn sure it was impossible. Here was me, all ready to marry whatever poor unfortunate witch I'd raped with the help of Voldie, so much for good intentions.

It wasn't even the fact that I'd slept with a guy that bothered me – how could it when I was bisexual? – It was the fact that it was my rival. The biggest pain in my ass other then the evil, capital 'D' Dark Lord and all his minions who were trying to kill me... Which really made Malfoy look rather insignificant at the moment didn't it? But I digress.

"Huh?"

As I said I was in shock.

"You," Snape spat, "raped and impregnated Mr. Malfoy."

"But," I started.

"Harry," Dumbledore said gently, "there are spells which allow male wizards to become pregnant. Voldemort used one on Draco."

"Can't you, I don't know, get him a magical abortion or something?" I asked, I now realize this might have been an insensitive thing to say. Malfoy'd had three months to get used to the idea of having a baby after all.

"What?!" Malfoy cried, enraged, "Don't you dare touch my baby, Potter!"

Dumbledore and Snape both looked taken aback at my attitude as well, I guess they thought I'd jump at the chance of having a child of my very own to love and care for.

It wasn't that I didn't want a family. It was just that I was seventeen, not married – forget married I wasn't even dating anyone – and very convinced that a male carrying a baby was a bad idea.

"Harry," Dumbledore said, obviously disappointed in me, "a life is a precious thing. Mr. Malfoy has agreed to carry this child to term, knowing what the consequences will be, and agreed that it'd be best if you knew about the situation we're in."

I nodded; more then a little guilty about asking.

"Decided now Harry, do you want to play a part in the upbringing and birth of your child?"

Tough question – did I really want to spend more time then usual with Draco Malfoy? Then again the whole mess was at least half my fault... no wait, make that a third my fault.

And now that I thought about it having a kid didn't seem so bad really. I did want a family and starting early was probably a good idea when you were top on the hit list of the most powerful dark wizard in ages.

So, simple answer?

"Yes."

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A/N's: I've noticed that has an annoying habit of erasing my page breaks when they involve astrix's so now I'm using X's and O's! Anyway, this chapter is shorter then the last one but I really wanted to end it so... yeah... Any suggestion for the next one? Should I do something from Draco's point of view maybe? I know that later on they're going to have a discussion about naming the baby! Any suggestion for names?

Thanks to Invisible Voice for reviewing!

R&R, even if it's just to tell me I'm weird!