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Title: Unexpected Results 2/7
Author: xXSpamyXx
Pairing(s): HP/DM
Rating: M
Genre(s): Romance, Drama-Angst
Warnings: M/M, Slash/YAOI, lemon, OOC, Fluff, language, M-Preg.

A/N: Well here is chapter 2 of this story. I hope you like it! I hope you like it! I still wanna thank all those who had reviewed before I got the boot..lol but I'm sorry I can't put your names. You can always review agian...hehe well enjoy! Tell me what you thought!

Thanks to SAM! My wonderfull beta-reader. You did a very good job. Thanks!

Notes: The story starts of in October 7th year. It's all going to be mostly from Harry perspective.

"Blah" speaking
Blah Harry's thoughts

Chapter 2: A Mistake And Suspicions

Harry woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. He wasn't sure how he got back to his own bed last night, or if he even got back to his own bed. Okay, that's it! No more Fire Whiskey for me. Ever. He opened his eyes slowly and looked around, spotting the deep green curtains on the 4-poster bed. Okay. . .so this isn't my bed. I'm with a Slytherin. He froze as he heard a groan rise from the covers next to him.

He turned his head to find exactly who made the noise, and saw someone curled up under the covers, a shock of white-blond hair showing from beneath a pillow. Who the hell is this? Did I have sex last night? He shifted and felt a sharp pain lance up his spine. Oh fuck. . .I let someone screw me? Was I that drunk? Who was it? Questions raced through his head, questions he wanted answered.

Harry poked the figure that was lying next to him, to see who it was. He didn't exactly remember what happened last night, so maybe his partner could remember something, besides, he wanted to know who he had sex with. Getting no response, he poked the limp figure again. The person gave an exasperated sigh and threw off the covers.

"What?" Draco said, thoroughly annoyed.

They both froze when they saw each other, and their eyes widened. Everything that had happened the night before came crashing back with malice. The licking. Biting. Sucking. Hands touching everywhere.

"OH FUCK!" "OH CRAP!" both of then exclaimed and tried to make as much distance between them as possible.

"Oh, hell no. . .I did not let Draco Malfoy have sex with me." Not like this. Why like this? He'll hate me even more now. Harry groaned and buried his face in his hands. He felt tears prickling in the corners of his eyes. You will not cry Potter! Be a man! He said firmly to himself.

"God. . .did that really happen last night?' Draco asked more to himself then to Harry, but Harry answered anyways.

"It did. Fuck it! I am never drinking again!" Harry moaned to himself and got out of bed as fast as humanly possible. He hurriedly put on his clothes and glanced at his watch, the only thing remaining on him after the previous night's. . .anyway. It was 5:30 AM. That means I can slip into back my bed un-noticed. He went to leave the room, but Draco's voice stopped him.

"Potter- this was a mistake. I don't want it getting out that I'm gay. My father can't know about this; you have no idea what he would do if he knew. So if you keep my secret, I'll keep yours."

Harry had missed everything that came out of Draco's mouth past the words "it was a mistake". That cold phrase repeated itself over and over in his head, and he didn't bother paying attention to what Draco had to say. He felt the tears rising in his eyes again, and this time, he didn't stop them.

"Potter, did you hear me?"

Harry didn't even turn around; he didn't need Malfoy to see him crying.

"Ye-yeah, s-sure Malfoy. See you around," and with that, he fled the room without looking back. Had he even glanced over his shoulder, he would have seen the pale, teary face of a broken-hearted Draco Malfoy.

Harry didn't let himself break down until he had collapsed onto his bed in the Gryffindor Tower with the curtains closed and a silencing charm secured around the bed. Harry sobbed for hours, (a/n: Saturday, so no classes.) but eventually fell into a restless sleep and had dreams of Draco, his back facing him, repeating "it was a mistake." Ron had woken him up around noon to see if he wanted to go to lunch, but he declined, saying that he wasn't feeling to well. It wasn't a lie- he felt like he was dying inside. He stayed in his bed for most of the day, sometimes crying, but most of the time just thinking of how wonderful the night had been, before the startling revelation that came with the morning. He also spent a good portion of the time cursing himself for drinking too much, then Pansy, for stealing away Ron, then Ron, for bringing him to the damn Slytherin party.

Harry decided that he had to make an appearance at dinner, before people began spreading rumors. He'd had enough of those in his Hogwarts years. He got up, took a shower, and got dressed, making sure it didn't look as if he had been crying all day, and the made his way to the Great Hall for dinner. He entered the hall and went directly to the Gryffindor table and sat down next to Ron, piling food onto his plate, making sure to keep his eyes well away from the Slytherin table.

"Oh, there you are, Harry. I was just going to send Ron up to get you. He said you weren't feeling well at lunch. Are you feeling better?" Hermione said, her eyes shining with concern.

"I'm feeling alright, 'Mione," Liar. "Just had a bit too much to drink last night, that's all. From now on, I've sworn off Fire Whiskey." They both laughed. If only you knew the truth.

"Well, I'm glad you're feeling better- now eat up. You haven't eaten anything all day." Hermione said in her motherly voice.

After a few minutes of eating and talking to his friends, Harry finally dared to look over at the Slytherin table and search out Draco. He was acting as normal, his snobbish, arrogant old self. As if Draco felt someone looking at him, he looked up and, briefly, their eyes met. Harry immediately looked down at his food, but he thought he saw a flash of longing spark through Draco's eyes. Of course, reality checked in only seconds later, reminding him that Draco would never think of him like that because he HATED HIS GUTS. God, I'm so stupid. He would never like me like that. Harry was so lost in thought he didn't even hear Hermione call out his name.

"Harry? Hello, Earth to Harry Potter?" Hermione said, waving her hand in front of Harry's face. Harry snapped out of his thoughts and looked at her.

"W-what?"

"Come on, Harry, let's go. Dinner's over. What were you thinking about?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at him slyly.

"Oh, ah, nothing. . .let's go." Harry said quickly, and they left the Great Hall. He and Ron started talking animatedly about the upcoming Quidditch match, and he forgot to watch where he was going and walked into someone. He staggered back, mentally berating himself.

". . .Sorry. I wasn't paying at-" he looked up and saw that he had run into the Slytherin Prince himself. Charming. Bloody perfect. I so don't need this right now.

"God, Potter, watch where you're going, will you? Isn't that what your glasses are for? Evidently, they don't seem to be helping much. Clumsy fool," Draco spat, glaring.

"Leave him alone Malfoy, it was an accident. It was much your fault as it was his. Maybe you need to have your eyes checked." Ron retorted in Harry's defense.

"Come on, Ron, let it be. It's not worth it. I'm not in the mood to fight, and I don't want to lose any house points today," Harry sighed. He just wanted to get away from Draco right now.

"Yeah, listen to Potter, Weasel. That's all you're good for, anyways."

Harry glared at Draco. He really didn't want to fight.

"Fuck off, Malfoy! Come on, Ron," with that said, he turned and walked away, leaving a very stunned Draco and an equally stunned Ron in his wake. Harry never used curse word in front of people, not even when he was fighting with Draco.

When Harry got back to the Gryffindor Tower, he went directly to bed. Ron had come after him, asking if he was alright, and he lied (it was strange how comfortable he was getting with lying to his friends) and said that he was fine and just wanted to go to bed, because he was tired. Ron seemed to believe him, said goodnight and left him alone.

But Harry just laid there, staring at the canopy of his four-poster bed; he really wasn't tired. He just laid there, thinking. He knew, no matter what Draco said to him, he could never bring himself to hate the Slytherin, and it disgusted him. He despised feeling this way. He never asked to fall in love with Draco Malfoy (of all people). He eventually started cry. Again. He was tired of crying about Draco, but he couldn't stop, and he eventually cried himself to sleep.

o0o0o

It had been little over two months since the night that Draco and Harry had 'committed the act'. Harry was, of course, still in love with Draco, and since he had bumped into Draco in the hall, the Slytherin Prince seemed to have laid off of them. He hadn't started a fight with any of the Golden Trio, but he did insult them every once in a while, which Harry thought was kind of odd, but he didn't pay much mind to it. The last two weeks, though, he had been feeling pretty shitty. He had all of a sudden begun throwing up in the mornings, sometimes during the day. He didn't know why; after he'd throw up, he would feel fine and then eat a big breakfast or lunch. He just didn't know what was wrong with him.

So, naturally, he went to Madam Pomfrey and told her that his stomach had been acting weird in the mornings. She told he might me coming down with the flu, so she gave him an anti-nausea potion and told him to come back in a week if he still felt the same.

Another week later, he was starting to get really annoyed with all this "morning sickness" business, as he would call it. It still hadn't gone away, but he didn't want to go to Madam Pomfrey again, or she would start to fuss about him. Another thing he noticed was that his hormones where totally out of control. He would sometimes cry at the strangest moments of the day, mostly when Draco would insult him or his friends, but at other time he would snap at anyone who would even dare insult Draco. To sum it all up, he was an emotional mess.

Harry was sitting with Ron and Hermione in the common room on a cold December night; it was the day before everyone would leave for Christmas holiday. Harry had decided to stay at Hogwarts; he didn't feel like leaving. Hermione and Ron were leaving to go spend Christmas with their parents, and he didn't feel like intruding. So he was sitting on the couch in front of the fire place talking to Ron, when he was hit by a sudden wave of nausea. He bolted from the couch and sprinted to the bathroom, proceeding to heave until his throat burned. He wobbled back downstairs a few minutes later and was met by the faces of two very concerned friends.

"I'm fine you guys. I felt a little nauseous. It's no big deal. I'm fine, really." he rasped, trying to assure them.

"I didn't want to say anything, mate, but you've been throwing up a lot lately. I've heard you in the mornings," Ron said, concern evident in his overly-freckled face.

"Oh. . .have you? I didn't think anyone. . .I seriously don't know what's wrong, guys. I went to Madam Pomfrey already. I told her I would throw up on weird hours of the day, but mostly in the mornings. She thought I might be coming down with the flu, and she gave me some anti-nausea potion. It helped a bit, but it just came back, and as you've both witnessed , I've been very emotional too my hormones are totally out of control." they all laughed, Ron and Hermione knew very well about Harry's moods these days, so they were extra careful the past week not to say anything around him.

"You know, mate, it sounds to me like you might be pregnant," Ron said laughing. Harry snorted, then laughed too. Me pregnant? That's not possible. Guys can't get pregnant.

"Very funny, Ron. That's stupid. Men can't get pregnant. It's not possible."

Both Ron and Hermione's faces turned a little red at this.

"Well. . .that's not entirely true. Men can get pregnant in the wizarding world. It all has to do with whether you're fertile or not. There's a simple test done when your young to see if you are or not." Harry gaped at Ron.

"Come on. I've never heard of that."

"It's true, Harry. I've read about it. There are a few books in the library about the subject. I read that most young wizards, before they go to school (like Hogwarts and such) they get tested to see if they are fertile or not. Since most wizards in the wizarding world are bi-sexual, they need to be tested so that there wont be any accidental male-pregnancies. Although there aren't too many fertile wizards out there, there are some, and they just want to make sure that they aware at a young age so that they can get used to the idea and that they know that if they are indeed bi-sexual or gay, they have to use protection or they will get pregnant." Hermione paused.

"There have been few male-pregnancy documentations in the last hundred years; only very powerful wizards are fertile. The subject is fascinating, really. You never knew about it, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"No, I didn't. I never knew it was possible. How come I didn't know about it?" Oh, god. I can't be pregnant. Can I?

"Well, I see why you wouldn't know about it- you grew up with the Dursleys. The parents of most Muggle-born wizards get clued in about it before their child comes to Hogwarts and Ron's a pureblood, his parents already know about it." Hermione said.

"Why are we talking about this, anyways? I was joking. Harry's not pregnant. He's not even gay. He probably does really have the flu or just a stomach bug. Let's go to dinner- I'm hungry." Ron moaned. Hermione glared and opened her mouth to say something, but Harry cut her of.

"Yeah, Ron's right. I'm not gay." Liar. "I probably just have a stomach virus. It'll probably clear up on its own." Harry said. I need to go look at those books.

"I know he's not, Ronald, but Harry didn't know about it; I was just telling him. And you're always hungry, is there anything besides food you think about?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, there is. There are a lot of other things that I think about that don't have anything to do with food. Like Quidditch!" Ron said triumphantly, folding his arms.

"Quidditch? Quidditch. That's what you pick. Ugh, you are such a guy!"

"Well, duh, Hermione-"

"Oh, come on, stop your bickering. I'm hungry, too. I feel like my stomach is all empty." Harry intervened, trying to stop his friends from bickering. With one final glare thrown at Ron, she turned to Harry.

"Well, that's because your stomach is empty, but I'm sorta hungry myself. Let's go to dinner." Hermione said.

They left the Common Room together. All through dinner, Harry wasn't really joining in with their conversation. He was to busy thinking about what Hermione had said. Men could get pregnant. Could I be pregnant? Am I really powerful enough to be fertile? Why don't I know about this kind of stuff? This would have been very handy to know, before I had sex with Draco. Can I really be pregnant? Thoughts like these kept going through his mind all through dinner.

Later that night when he was lying in bed, he decided that he would go to the library the next day, when everyone had left for the Holiday's to look in those pregnancy books. He really needed to know if he was pregnant or not.

-TBC-

A/N: So what did you think? Thanks so much for reading and please review! The more the better! I'll be back this Sunday with the next chapter so keep your eyes open!

Laters,
Pamela :)