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A.U. and Mpreg a.k.a. Male pregnancy. DM/HP, I mean it that way, not the other. Also known as dominant Draco and submissive Harry.

Author note: Gak! I've never had so many reviews on one of my stories! I was planning to make this story a one-shot but I'll see what I can do. I just want to say thank you to everyone that reviewed. I had kind of thought nobody had liked my writing so I haven't been posting, though now I will.

"Win At Any Cost"

By GreyPenInk

Part 2

The Malfoy heir kept his glance switching from the boy in the bed to the contract in his hand. Correction that was not just a boy, that was his bloody wife! Mentally he groaned, he hadn't wanted to marry until he was thirty five, an old age to wait in the wizarding world true, but still quite young considering how ancient their kind grew to be. Draco had well expected to have a nice long period after Hogwarts of fighting the light, serving the Dark Lord, improving the Malfoy financial standing and enjoying being a bachelor. Now he was very much regretting not sleeping around more in school when he had the chance.

A noisy rustle of crimson sheets had his eyes on his spouse again. Harry had been restlessly sleeping for the past three days; well actually, Harry Potter-Malfoy had been changing for the last three days. Draco had found a sort of morbid fascination in watching Harry toss and turn, hearing him cry and whimper, while seeing him alternate from flushed pink to pale to a ghostly white. Ever since the moment his black haired spouse had come to the manor he began to watch him.

This bedroom, the bathroom and closet connected to it were the only rooms in the whole manor that were decorated in shades of red and gold. Colors he was sure Harry would not complain about. Draco was not foolish enough to believe that Harry wouldn't take every chance make his life a living hell; so he figured the less his spouse had to be pissed about the better for him. It had been a mad scramble though for the Malfoy's House Elves, they had just finished the last changes of turning a guest room into Harry's new room when the two of them arrived.

"Neither of us would be in this fucking mess right now if it were not for this damn contract or if Father hadn't found it." He mourned to himself.

It was true; if his father didn't have the weird habit of over organizing when he was stressed he never would have found the document. Two weeks ago Lucius Malfoy had run out of papers and files to straighten in all of his five offices. Desperate for a fix he went to the only place of the Malfoy Mansion that hadn't been seen in years; the back of the Malfoy library. Normally an hour was all the time Lucius needed organizing to clear and focus his mind. Yet with all the problems he was facing, problems with Lord Voldemort's growing obsession with the Boy-Who-Lived, the low number of new Death Eaters, the ministry doubting him, the school board shunning him and the war's bad effect on his other businesses, he spent a day and a half back there. It was a true accident that he happened upon the thirteen feet long parchment. That night, with a smug triumphant grin on his face, Lucius had announced at dinner that he had a brilliant plan that would solve everything.

Draco vividly remembered the very long, very loud… discussion he and his mother had had with his father once finding out what this 'brilliant' plan entailed. For more times then he cared to count he looked at the Boy-Who-Used-To-Be-Harry-Potter-Now-Harry-Malfoy. He would really have preferred to marry any of the boys and girls he had slept with, even any one that he had flirted with instead of Harry.

When large grandfather clock on the far side of the room chimed noon exactly he slumped in the desk chair he was in. It was time to wake up his spouse, but he very much did not want to. If he were anyone else but a Malfoy, at that moment he would have had an extraordinary loud undignified tantrum.

'Damn Father, Damn the Dark Lord, Damn the war, and God damn Harry Potter for being born!' He thought before sluggishly walking over and standing by the bed. Harry was flushed again and his face showed much discomfort, never the less he said, "Awaken."

Harry could feel himself being lifted from the dark comforting world of sleep to a place where his body was hot, in pain, sweaty and down right uncomfortable. Like always he decided to ignore it since it was only mildly painful. Gradually he opened his eyes to see blurry images. Like clock work he reached to the nightstand beside him, got his glasses and put them on. The first thing that came into focus was none other than Draco Malfoy. Harry was about to jump back, yell and curse but a familiar growl froze him in place. Memories of the train station bathroom incident resurfaced and he struggled to move any part of him. Mentally he himself growled in frustration and thought; 'We'll see how well you growl once my hands are around your neck, squeezing your bloody head off!'

Draco noticed the fire in Harry eyes and knew that his growling would soon grow to be ineffective. Well it was meant to happen sooner or later; the contract had stated that it would only work in the beginning of their marriage. He had just wished it would last until later.

"I am sure you have questions and you will be given a time to ask them but first I need to inform you of a few useful bits of information. We are in my home, this will be your room." Draco paused as Harry's eyes were flying all over the room trying to take everything in. He gave a fake cough when he grew tired of waiting for his spouse's attention. "You will not be harmed and you will be well cared for during your stay here." Draco wandlessly bid the chair he had been sitting in away from the desk, sat down and held up the contract. It unraveled and fell to the floor. "This contract has been signed by you with your blood. It was made more of as instruction has to how your ancestor could repay mine for the life debt and financial debt that was owed. It is an arranged marriage contract." Draco watch as Harry began to twitch all over; his growl power was definitely slipping.

The very notion of what the blonde had said was so preposterous for Harry, the meaning of it took a few seconds to sink in, but when he did it awakened an avalanche of anger. Furious is too weak a word for what Harry was. He was trying with all his might to move and he could feel a bit of control over his body return but it was not enough! 'I'm going to kill him! I'll maim him after he is dead! I won't be married to HIM a second longer then I already have!' He vehemently thought.

Seeing the look of absolute venom in his wife's glare he was sure now was a good time to inform him of the no killing clause. "You can't kill me." The Harry's glare weakened momentarily but came back strong. "You can't do anything that could physically hurt me, and neither can I harm you." The glare paused and a look of calculation replaced it. "There is no way to get out of the contract now. We could have before, with that muggle contraption, but we can't now." The glare that had returned changed to a raise eyebrow. Not wanting to keep having to interpret looks Draco ordered him to speak.

After a few attempts he managed to say in a hoarse voice. "Why can't I get out of it now? And how come the gun would have been a possible way? And you know I loathe you right?"

"We are bound together until a certain date, WHICH, don't interrupt! Of which I will tell you about later so close your month. The reason we could have used that particular muggle contraption is because it was not yet invented when that contract was drawn up. The contract would not permit us to kill each other via spell, magical items, natural elements, poison, potions explosion, sharp objects, large blunt object, objects used for or affiliated with transportation, objects common to daily life, stairs or heights, placing fiancé in situation would cause death/harm while other is away from harm and etc. Basically that muggle thing was the only thing that would have worked if we were both going to die from it. Now nothing will be even the slightest bit effective. You can't kill me or have me killed. However right now you can't die period. Oh and that feeling of loathing is entirely mutual."

"I don't believe you! If that was true you wouldn't have been able to shred my face with your fucking nails!" shouted Harry.

"There is no need to shriek. I'm two feet away; I can hear you just fine at normal decibels. That was the Malfoy Mark; it is an exception and written as such in the contract. That mark is a tradition for all Malfoy heirs to claw and mark their future spouse and use that blood to sign the marital documents. The wound is to be non-fatal and to only show when one's fidelity comes into question."

"You mean to say that your mother also had her face clawed?"

"No, hers is not on her face; I'm simply have a vicious streak."

Harry rolled his eyes and silently thought that it figured. "Let's just pretend for a second that I believe you. When would the wonderful date be that we would annul this … marriage? Assuming that I don't find someway to kill you before that." The intense glare was back.

Draco inwardly fidgeted; this was the part that he knew would bring Hell's Rage down upon him. "I previously said at the station that your body would be changing, it still is. The whole reason we are married now was to strength the line, hence your change and hence the short marriage."

Harry gave him a blank not understanding stare.

'Any Ravenclaw! Anyone from that house would have been better then this Gryffindor!' Draco mentally whined. He recognized now that he would have to put it simply for his simple spouse. "The contract made you my wife, and as my wife it is your duty to bare a son for me. That is why you hurt now, that is why you are changing, that is why we are only to be married for five years past his birth. You-"

He was cut off from saying anything else he was going to say when his petite wife gave a fierce roar and promptly tackled him to the floor. Draco quickly brought up his arms up to protect his face when he saw a fist coming down fast to meet him. It never came though.

Harry fist had stopped three inches away from making contract with Draco. He put every ounce of strength into fighting whatever invisible force was holding him back but it was to no uses. Plus that tackle had required fast movement from his body which it was now greatly protesting. He had probably hurt himself more then he hurt Draco.

After waiting a good time Draco hesitantly put his arms down. The contract was definitely working; he didn't even get hurt by the tackle or the landing. 'Here I am with my wife on top of me for the first time and all I want to do is run the bloody hell away. This is not how I pictured my honeymoon.' "Seeing as you can do me no real harm, remove yourself immediately."

Harry relaxed a moment before grabbing Draco by the neck of his robes and pulling them face-to-face. "I will never have sex with you­. I am not your wife. I will get back at you for this." Harry whispered in a deadly tone.

The old at Hogwarts Draco would have smugly smiled then or even laughed then, but he, now the married man just whispered back. "You will. You are. You surely will, my wife."

TBC