"Well hello there Potter, long time no see."

Harry furiously held his tongue. Damn Malfoy. He's always in the way, maybe I can call for Severus before something happens.

"Don't even think about calling for Professor Snape." Draco leered. "I just wanted to speak to you for a moment in private after all, no harm in that."

"Not unless you've got you're bloody wand aimed at me." Harry spat. "What do you want Malfoy?" He demanded.

"To talk." Draco smiled. "Just as I said."

"Right." Harry snorted. "Well then, talk away, I have no choice but to listen."

Draco smirked. "I heard the rumor spreading about you Potter. Pregnant?" He arched a brow.

"It's hard to miss that "little rumor" as you call it." Harry scowled. "And what of it if it's true?"

"My, my. Defensive aren't we, you had better watch that mouth of yours Potter." He moved in closer until Harry could feel his breath on his lips. "You could be putting it to so much better use."

Harry's eyes flamed. "Get the hell away from me!" He yelled, pushing the Slytherin to the ground and panting heavily.

Draco laughed as he sneered, rising smoothly to his feet. "Watch it Potter." He moved forward once more, eyes narrowed. "If you tell anyone I won't hesitate to hurt those you love." He murmured under his breath.

Harry growled. "You bloody arse, if you come near anyone I care about I won't hesitate to repay the favor." He grinned maliciously. "I heard your father enjoyed his time in prison, perhaps he would like to visit again."

"Potter!" Malfoy roared, wand trembling with his rage.

"Is there a problem here?" A cool voice questioned.

Snape scowled at the two boys and Harry winced at the glare aimed toward Draco.

"No Professor." Draco replied innocently. "Potter and I were just talking."

"Indeed. You do realize you should be in class right now do you not?" Snape frowned.

Harry blanched. "Oh shit, I'm late!"

"Language Potter." Snape reprimanded. "Go before more points are deducted from your House."

Both wizards spared a curious glance towards their Potions Professor before leaving.

"Harry, you're not eating." Hermione chided later that day during lunch.

The boy frowned. "I'm hungry, but…" He shook his head. "It's like I'm craving something but I don't know what."

Hermione stared at him momentarily before shaking her head and piling his plate. "Well either way you must eat."

Harry smiled slightly and began to poke at his food with little interest.

"Quidditch practice tomorrow Harry." Ron mumbled between a mouthful of potatoes. "Don't forget."

Harry perked up slightly, he had been looking for something to distract him from his "condition" as he took to calling it.

Just as he was opening his mouth to reply Professor McGonagall came up to their table with an impatient look on her face.

"Mr. Potter, Professor Dumbledore wishes to speak to you." She informed crisply.

"Now?" Harry turned toward his un-emptied plate.

"As soon as possible." She nodded before walking away.

Harry nodded to himself and glanced toward Dumbledore's normal seat. It was empty and Harry decided to stand.

"I'll see you guys later, I'm going to see what Dumbledore needs." He smiled as he waved.

Without further thought he walked out of the Great Hall, as soon as the doors closed behind him he darted toward the Headmaster's office.

Everything was as it always had been and the gargoyle stood motionless, awaiting a password.

Harry groaned. "Once again I forget to ask for the bloody password." He cursed himself.

The statue stared at him.

"Um, Sherbert Lemon?" He tried hopefully.

Nothing.

Harry sighed. "I figured that would be too simple." He sifted his fingers through his locks. "How about Jelly Slugs?"

Still silence.

"Acid Pops?" He suggested. Nothing. "Ice Mice?"

With a great lurch the gargoyle shifted and Harry breathed in relief. "Finally." He muttered.

He carefully stood on the staircase until he reached the top. Dumbledore smiled as he stepped inside the room.

"Figured out the password I see." His eyes twinkled merrily. "Lemon drop?" He offered the candy happily.

"Er, no thanks." Harry declined politely, instead he got straight to the point. "You wanted to see me?"

"Ah yes my boy." Dumbledore placed the candies aside momentarily. "Word, as you know, has spread." He smiled slightly.

Harry frowned. "I don't quite understand Sir."

"Voldemort has caught word of these new, circumstances." Dumbledore informed gently. "Harry, do you plan on having this child?"

Harry tensed. "What do you mean Sir?" His laugh was strained. "Surely you don't believe the rumors too."

Dumbledore cast him a sympathetic look and Harry felt his resolve crumble under the pity.

"I don't want it." He whispered fiercely as tears gathered. "I never did, I never asked for this!"

"I understand Harry, and we will help you." The Headmaster assured. "But first I need to know exactly what happened."

Harry looked away and focused on a spot above the wizard's head.

"I was raped."

The light in Dumbledore's eyes seemed to dim and he nodded with reluctance. "Do you know who it was Harry? It is a great crime to do such a thing, he could be sent to Azkaban."

A harsh laugh broke through Harry's silence. "Of course I know who it was." He sneered through his tears. "It was that bastard Malfoy."

"Are you sure Harry, this is a very high accusation, you will need to be tested under Veritaserum."

Harry smiled without humor. "Pretty sure Sir."

Dumbledore nodded. "Very well, I will speak with you again on the matter, for now rest. I also regret to inform you, but in your current state Quidditch will have to be put on hold."

Harry stared at the old wizard coldly. "Why?" His voice was frigid.

"Harry my boy, Quidditch conditions are not acceptable for pregnant wizards to be dealing with. There is the ever-present risk of injury or an accident."

"I don't care." Harry replied stiffly. "I was already banned last year, I won't sit out any longer!" He argued.

The Headmaster sighed. "Mr. Potter you will no longer be playing Quidditch, I am sorry for your loss, but now that you are with child I can not allow you to play."

"Damn it all to hell!" Harry raged. "I can never be normal can I! Always something wrong with freaky Potter!"

"Harry – "

"No!" He jabbed an angry finger toward his mentor. "Don't try to sugarcoat the situation, I know what I must do." He paused to steady his harsh breathing. "Thank you for your time, I have detention to serve."

With that he left Dumbledore, a sad frown on the wizard's once happy face. "So much for one so young to suffer through." He murmured to himself.

Author: Thank you to the reviewers I've had so far, I'm not really sure where to categorize this. It is Draco/Harry I suppose but then it changes towards the end. So what should I do?

Shinigami:grins: That is true, but don't worry, he'll get to like his bebe. Eventually.

HecateDeMort: Thanks!

Voldie on Varsity Track:blinks: Um, wow. :chuckles: Well, I hope u pass yur test. Hm, explanation, uh, potion mebe? No clue. Thanks for the review though!