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A.U. and Mpreg DM/HP.

Author note: This was a one-shot people! As in I don't really know where to go with this! I need opinions, ideas and comments! I repeat: write me people! Oh and to that sbkar person/thing, I do have that warning on my author page, read at your own risk!

"Win At Any Cost"

By GreyPenInk

Part 5

For reasons the Potter Heir had yet to discover, he woke extremely early to a very dark room. Normally he would sleep till ten if allowed. The beautifully crafted thick stained glass windows look ridiculously stupid with the minute amount of dawn's light running through the random patterns. He moved to sit up but a strong pain originating from his… lower inside parts stopped him. 'What did Mrs. Malfoy call it? A uterus, cervix or an ovary?' Straining his memory to remember which was which, he gave up and decided that they all probably hurt. It wasn't like yesterday, today it seemed to only come from his new organs; not his muscles and bones. The pain also was nowhere near as bad as the day before either. He could handle this much, he wouldn't like it but he could handle it. The tan skinned boy just needed to get his mind off the pain and he was sure he would be fine.

Harry turned to the windows, they now had a bit more light coming through them, but still they didn't really agree with him. He focused some of his magic on an orange pane, after a moment the pane lightened to an exceedingly pale orange before turning clear. Oh goody, now he had something to do for the next few hours. After a bit, he noticed the view of the Malfoy estate. Vast didn't seem to be a large enough word to properly describe what he was seeing. A humungous grass lawn that turned into a thick dark forest surrounded the mansion; it went as far as the eye could see. On the lawn itself there looked to be a gardens, a maze, two swimming pools and a quidditch field!

'Holy Hell! He's got his own quidditch field!' A light tapping to his door cut off further thoughts. 'Surely someone couldn't be up already?'

The door was slowly opened to reveal a smiling Narcissa Malfoy. Seeing he was up she immediately smiled pleasantly and walked to the edge of his bed. Two floating potions bottles fallowed right behind her. "Good Morning Cherished. I had a feeling you would be up early and I have come to see if you are well."

Harry glared at the older woman. He was really beginning to hate being called that. It reminded him too closely of how genuinely kind Ms. Weasely always was to him. Harry hated this nice act and her smile that looked to be there for appearance sake. She should just be the mean bitch he was sure she had to be. He stayed silent.

The blonde woman stiffened a bit but kept her smile. "I only ask, because by now the pain reducing potion has ceased functioning and with all the sleep you have had before I assumed you would be up. I have brought you more potion for the pain and a mild sedative potion should you wish to return to sleep."

The ex-Gryffindor felt no need to answer.

Narcissa honestly felt like sighing and walking away; this child did not want her anywhere near him. 'It'll take more then the silent treatment to discourage Narcissa Malfoy!' She thought to herself and smiled all the brighter. "Would you be adverse to a quick check up, Cherished? I would like to see what state your body is in, oh and I will take all silences as an affirmative to commence my examination."

Harry squawked indignantly when she didn't waste a second to grab hold of his hand to take a pulse. "Let go you loon! If it weren't for you people I wouldn't be in this mess, so I don't want you lot palming me!"

Narcissa was so tempted to ignore him but relented. "Cherished, it is very important that I track your health or I will not be able to help as accurately should the occasion arise, nor would I be able to prevent unhealthy situations from appearing."

"Shut the hell up! I bloody fucking hate that name, so stop calling me that!" He exploded. "Why the frick do you care anyway, you wanted it this way! Be happy goddamit, you got your blooming arse way!"

Lady Malfoy was very pale now. 'This is to be the mother of my grandchildren and spouse to my son? Oh my poor Precious Dragon! Merciful Mother of Merlin, this boy is truly foul mouthed. How uncultured, how uneducated, how rude and crude. He was most definitely raised extremely poorly; more like an animal.' Narcissa frowned sharply. "Vulgarity will get you nowhere, Cherished. It only demonstrates your lack of education, sophistication and maturity."

Harry glared harder and the room began to heat up. He sat up quickly to give her a come back but was stopped by the pain. He clutched his stomach and fell back onto the pillows. 'Shit! Ouch! Double shit!'

Pastel blue eyes watched dispassionately. 'Fool. Prideful fool.' She thought. 'But even prideful fools need to be taken care of now and again.' She held out the pain potion.

The brunet turned his head away, wanting to have nothing to do with her and batted the potion away.

Narcissa simply sat down with him on the bed, still holding out the potion. Looking at the Potter heir, she couldn't help but think of how his stubbornness reminded her of someone. "You remind me of my Precious when he was little. Fiercely determined to have things his way, even if he hurt himself in the process." She did not receive a response, but she didn't expect one, yet. "The only way we resolved our deadlock was to form a deal, I dare say that he has become quite skilled at crafting them to his advantage." Still she obtained no response. "I am willing to make a bargain Cherished. An alternate name to call you, in exchange you drink the potion for me."

Harry thought of ignoring her again but then he could get rid of that awful name and hopefully he could get her to leave afterwards. "And you'll leave me alone after drinking it."

Mentally she grinned. 'A verbal response from him, it will not be long now.' She thought. "I will depart after you allow me to perform a basic diagnostic on you. Aside from that, for exactly how long did you want me to leave you undisturbed?"

The brunet's eyes were glaring again. "There's not gunna be a check up, I'll take the pain potion and you'll call me Potter. No more of that Cherished stuff. After that you'll leave me alone for the next five years."

Narcissa stared at him for a moment before she let out a small, chirping false laugh. "Surely it comes as no surprise that I cannot agree to those terms for several reasons."

"Fine, then I'll throw in today's check up and the sedative potion." He said in all seriousness.

Again she laughed her bird like laugh. "I still am unable to agree. Firstly I cannot address you as Potter. You are-"

"Why not?" he interrupted. "I'd call you just Malfoy if there weren't two others of you in here."

Narcissa let that slide. "You are family now. You are related to me directly as my son-in-law; which makes you a Malfoy. To call you Potter would be to deny your marriage and our family relation. Moreover to call you by your surname would be calling you by my surname. It is simply ridiculous for a Malfoy to call another family member Malfoy. Family as closely related as we two should be addressing one another with names that express affection, such as Cherished."

"I don't care if it denies the marriage and being related. Heck I want to deny it! Call me Potter!"

Narcissa was silent and tried to ponder the out come of such a request but it simply did not sit well with her. 'How could I call him Potter, it is simply so incorrect to do so.' She thought. "I do not believe I could address you as Potter."

Harry crossed his eyes and sighed. 'Talking to this woman is going to be like talking to a brick wall.' He thought. "Could it be Harry then? Just no affectionate names since there is none."

"Yes, that would be more than adequate, Harry, and as far as affection goes..." she took a deep breath and smiled a hesitant yet honest smile, "I hope there will be in the future, as all families should have."

The green-eyed boy could do nothing but stare at her. 'For some reason, I believe she actually wants that.'

Lady Malfoy, upon seeing no response, moved to change the topic. "Oh, as for not having contact with each other, then how will we dine together, have your lessons and diagnostics?"

He paused. 'Okay so she wants us to eat together, most likely every meal. Oh Merlin… The diagnostics as she calls them is for health reasons, she'll want to have them often I'll bet. Soddit! But then what lessons?' he wondered.

Seeing the crease in the dark eyebrows Narcissa asked; "Something displeases you?"

Harry could have laughed. 'Where do I start? Right now everything displeases me!' the teenager thought but said instead; "You said something about lessons. What lessons?"

Pale pink lips grinned and suddenly warm eyes showed a glimpse of excitement. "Why the lessons my Precious mentioned last night."

Black eye leashes blinked once, twice and finally blinked trice blankly. "What lessons?"

"The lessons to keep up with your studies. I must say I am very much looking forward to them. It will be such a bonding time."

"Okay well your Precious didn't mention that at all. It was mainly what to do with that orange potion over there."

Lady Malfoy just then took notice of the third bottle in the room. It took her a few moments to recognize it but she flushed slightly when she did. "Oh my, Precious is planning ahead, isn't he?" She said in a low, unsure voice.

If it had been any other situation Harry knew he would have laughed at her, but as it was it was all he could do to keep from coloring himself.

After about a minute, Lady Malfoy finally cleared the blush from her face. "Harry, I have another deal to propose." She said as she handed him the pain relief potion. She waited until he was done drinking before continuing. "If you allow me to perform a diagnostic on you, I will aid you in recovering your balance and walking without assistance. None except the two of us shall know of this."

A black eyebrow arched. "Why would I even need your help? The potions already working. I don't feel any pain so I should be fine."

A blonde eyebrow delicately elevated. "If such is indeed true, then a demonstration would not bother you in the slightest."

'Was that a challenge?' He wondered right before hopping off the bed only to land it back in it. Through the fringe of his bangs he checked to see if she was laughing at him. Her face was a mask, but inside he just knew she must be.

"Harry…" She began but never finished for the doors to the room were thrown open. In a grand slam entrance Lucius Malfoy stormed into Harry's room, coming just short of a foot away from the bed.

Wrapped in a navy night robe and standing in black slippers with hair dishelved, the Malfoy Lord still held himself with aristocratic arrogance and an aura of violent fury.

"Wife! Explain your self!" He half hissed half drawled. Though threatening, one could still hear the tones of sleep in his voice.

Immediately Narcissa Malfoy dropped her eyes to the floor and bowed her head a fraction. "Lucius Luv, I am here to see that your Son-Law is well." She spoke softly, in a pleading tone.

Lucius' eyes that had been trained on her since the moment he entered finally, though briefly, glanced over to the Boy-Who-Lived. A vein in his forehead began to pulse. "Wife, you leave my bed at half past four to check on this breeding stock! Where have your senses gone?"

The blonde woman flinched, but otherwise did not move. "Luv, I believed Harry to be awake and in discomfort at this hour. Moreover it is vital to his health to confirm that his changes are proceeding …" She was cut off by the hand that closed around her throat.

Lucius kept this hand on her, yet did not squeeze. "Not good enough. You will return with me now."

Without another word Narcissa rose and Lucius' hand traveled to her elbow. They left as a couple, leaving his door wide open.

The emerald-eyed boy stared at the place were she had just sat, though not truly seeing it. He had been surprise when Lucius appeared, then afraid to be without his wand when the man had marched up to them. He had steadied himself and his magic for a fight but was not prepared for what actually happened.

'Will that be me? Will Draco try to pull that crap with me? What the fuck was with that anyway? Uncle Vernon treats Aunt Petunia better than that! I won't do that! How can she do that? How could he do that! They never looked like that in public! I won't do that! I'll never bow to Draco-'

"Harry!" a voice shouted.

'-Malfoy.'

And there he was, standing across the hall, in the large doorway that probably lead to his own room.

The tanned boy felt his mouth go dry at the site of his peer. Deep blue night pants hung low on his hips, revealing even more of the shirtless male. The pale heir was broad shouldered and muscular though lean, fat didn't seem to exist on him. As if the wash board stomach and large bulge in the front of his pants weren't enough he had his hair un-gelled and a tad bit messy. Harry felt heat flood into him from the sheer sexiness that poured off Draco. However it died quickly when he noticed the intensity of the glared being shot at him.

Like his father the pale blonde came right up to him. His voice betrayed his near emotionless face when he said; "That was all your fault! She wouldn't have come here if it weren't for you!"

Now Harry had a glare of his own. "Oh yeah? Well I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you! So it's all your fault!"

"It was my father that wanted you here, not me!" He snarled.

"Well then, it's his fault for me being here and for treating her like shit!" He snarled right back.

The moment after the words left his mouth a fist came flying at him, only to be stopped by the invisible force of the contract. The both of them stared at the fist, before a small chuckle arose from the black haired boy.

Harry leaned back on the bed and closed his eyes. "I guess that part of the contract really does go for the both of us. To bad for you, you so wanted to be just like him! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Draco paled and waited for his wife to stop, but he didn't. "Shut up." This time when he reached out his hand met skin.

Large eyes flew open when the hand gently covered his mouth, preventing further sound. "Stop laughing. That is true…in some ways, but not all! That is not one of them." He paused for a breath. "I apologize. I shouldn't have even tried to hit you. You're my wife now I should treat as such." Pause. "Which won't be like them." The hand was taken away.

Emerald eyes met grey. "I don't believe you, but anyway I won't act like her."

"Didn't she mention something about helping you walk?" He said changing the subject.

"You were up and listening?"

"You should practice. Give me your hands and stand up." He held out his hands.

Harry gapped at him. "No! I'm fine! Just go back to your room and put some clothes on!"

"Would you simply-"

"No! Get out!"

Draco bit back a growl as he took his wife's hands and hauled him up so rapidly that Harry fell on to him. "So very eager aren't you Dearest?" He smirked.

"What? You ass! I wasn't-"

"Ready for your first dancing lesson?" Pale arms wrapped securely around the smaller body.

"Are you mad? What are you on about?" He struggled to shove his older peer away.

"I simply cannot have my wife bumbling and stumbling around the halls like a great fool! So what better way than dancing to correct this small problem." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Let go! I don't want to dance."

"Too bad, I've decided."

And with that they were off.

TBC