Won: Once again, I would like to thank Dragon for letting me post my work here, since my msn thing is being poopy... Anyways, it's time to add on to the really good Male Preggers Harry x Draco fics, because the ones that have been written thus far are all excellent. In this one, Harry is "Seme" (on top)

Draco: I loathe you...

Satoshi: -nod- I live with her.

Harry: I don't envy you...

Shigeru: Disclaimer Time! Wonny does not own Harry, Draco, or anything in this story except Erin, who is her own creation. She will laugh and tease you if you send her flames and toast her marshmellows. -takes leash- Come, man whore, I mean, wife!

Sato: Er- on with the fic! -Runs-

The Lion and the Snake

A Wonnykins Production

Draco Malfoy was in a foul mood. Not that that wasn't normal, but today he was particularly nasty. He wasn't quite sure why; actually, he was. It was all the cause of that blasted Potter. Draco huffed as he turned one of the corridors. He was usually mad at Harry Potter, anyways, but last night...

His silvery eyes un-furrowed from their usual glare, sliding into a saddened gaze. What to expect, though? Harry had always hated him...

'I had hoped for far better...' the blonde thought, sadly, ', But he shot me down, like I knew he would. He thought I was only lying about... that.' By this time, Draco had arrived at his potions class, and the hatred in his misunderstood eyes resurfaced. No need to have anyone see him troubled when he had the reputation of the school's most non-chalant person on his shoulders. Besides, he thought, sitting down at his usual table, there was no reason to have Potter see him upset about the whole business. And speaking of which...

Harry Potter himself was walking in the room at that moment. Draco glanced at him briefly, then went back to setting up his ingredients. Harry seemed to feel the gaze of the silvery haired boy and looked his way, but by this point, Draco had turned away. One thing you learned about spying was to know the signs that the person you were watching was going to turn around. Draco was, next to Potter, the sneakiest student at Hogwarts.

Draco already knew what today's lesson was, thanks to Slytherin's own Head of House, and had his Halusinaginis Potion finished before the half bell. This gave the young Malfoy time to ponder last night's episode...

"Malfoy, what are you doing here!" Ah, how beautiful those green eyes could be, even when they were narrowed in suspicion and loathing.

"Oh, um... Just waiting for someone. Why do you care, Potter?" Harry glared at him.

"You're up to something; I just know it. Why else would you be out this late; sleepwalking? I don't trust you."Harry raked his emerald eyes up and down Draco's PJed body. Draco smiled inside.

'You like my body, eh? Well, we're all alone. Do care to examine it, will you?' Draco almost chuckled at the thought. Harry noticed the change on his nemesis's face. "What? What's so funny?" He growled.

"Oh, nothing you'd care to know..." Draco threw out the bait. He toyed with a bit of his silver-ish hair carelessly, pulling his most I-don't-give-a-damn-if-you-want-to-know look. He hoped the fish would bite.

It did. Harry stepped closer. "You'd better tell me. I'm not patient anymore, Malfoy, in case you haven't noticed. You set me up to come out here tonight; planting rumors everywhere, knowing Hermione or Ron would hear them, and tell me. So what do you want? You'd better make this quick, because so help me I'll hex you." He put his hand in the pocket of his robes to demonstrate that he was telling the truth. Malfoy only chuckled.

"I'm sooooo afraid. I'm quivering in my socks. Please, Potter, be more outward, not so harsh. I know on the inside you're just dying to say something far more interesting..."

"And what, pray tell, would give you that idea?" Harry ground his teeth. Malfoy sighed; no one could ever play his little game of Let's-keep-this-cool for very long without getting frustrated. No use beating around the bush then...

"If you really want to know, Potter, why don't you step in this room and find out what I've been, err, up to..."

Harry glared at him suspiciously. "Fine," He said after a while, "but you first." Draco shrugged. "Whatever." The blonde haired boy turned and walked into the empty classroom he'd been pacing by.

He lit up the candles in their brackets with a whisper and a tiny flick of his wand. Harry noticed the motion and hesitated, waiting to see if Draco was going to attack him. When the other sixteen-year old remained motionless, Harry's body un-tensed. Draco rolled his moon-like eyes; the un-relentless hero part of Potter was the only thing he detested about the hot boy. Never the less, he held his tongue and lay his wand down on a near-by desk. This move surprised Harry, who stared.

"What exactly are you up to?" Harry lowered his wand.

"I'll tell you in a minute. Lock the doors, will you? I don't want anyone to see-"

"Fine, but I'll keep my wand on me, thanks. I don't know what you're planning in that slimy head of yours, but its deffinantly not something I'm going to enjoy, is it?" He flicked his wand toward the door and muttered the locking spell. He then turned his fine, green eyes back to Malfoy, who was perched on a desk looking out the window. His wand still lie on the desk he'd placed it on. Harry had a feeling in his gut that told him something was just not right. Malfoy was acting totally defenseless, and unless his pale arm could stretch five feet to retrieve his wand, the blonde had no way to protect himself. Harry approached slowly, blocking both the paths to the exit and to Draco's wand.

Draco noticed and sighed. "You know, you really don't need to act like I'm going to kill you, Harry."

"Yeah, well you're a sneaky little git and- wait... did you just call me Harry?"

"That's your name, right? Or did you forget?" Malfoy turned back to the window; to the full moon that seemed to make his eyes larger. "You know, we really haven't ever talked about this whole deal about us hating each other. Perhaps we can find out and bury the hatchet?"

Harry stared. "Have you completely lost that evil little mind of yours? Or did you take some of that Halucinaginis potion on accident?" He lowered his wand completely. Malfoy was safe to approach. If anything, he was really sleepwalking and muttering a bunch of Gibberish.

"Neither, Harry. Thank-you for being concerned." Draco frowned as he let the sarcasm slip. "Actually, I want to tell you something. And you'd better not spread this around, or so help me...'

"I get it, Malfoy, now spit it out." Harry's patience had finally whittled away. Ginny would be wondering where he was, and if this little worm screwed up their evening...

Draco got up from the desk and walked over to him. Harry felt a very peculiar, yet familiar euphthoria. 'That hair; that walk; those eyes... VEELA!' His mind finally screamed. Alarm bells went off. It didn't make sense. If Draco Malfoy was part Veela, then shouldn't he be a girl? Apparently not. But what puzzled Harry the most was that Malfoy was using the Veela background to try and... Seduce him? It just didn't add up.

Unless...

"You don't know how long I've wanted you to look at me that way, Harry," Draco purred, "how long it took me to realize that this was what I wanted..." The silver haired boy put his arms around Harry, who looked as though he still had some fight from the Veela charm left in him. "What's wrong? You don't like this?" Draco grinned and leaned up to kiss the boy he had been longing for so long.

Harry snapped out of ecstasy long enough to throw Draco down to the hard, merciless stone floor.

Draco winced, rubbing the sore spot. "Ouch. Geeze, did you have to be so rough? I was only going to kiss you, Nervous." He looked up and saw that Harry did not look pleased. Draco bowed his head. "All right, I confess; not only am I part Veela, but I'm...I'm gay. And I think you're the most goddamn sexy thing to walk the Earth. Happy? But you told me you wouldn't say a word, so do me a favor and please keep it to yourself." Draco tried to get to his feet, but he just couldn't get a good foot place, and kept sliding...

It took him a few seconds to realize Harry was smirking. "Y-You didn't! Harry, take the fucking jinx off me right now! Why in Hell's name would you kick me while I'm down, huh?"

"Did you ever give me any mercy? No, I didn't think so. Now, look, you've probably ruined what was going to be a fantastic night with Ginny, so I doubt you're going to like this next part of your punishment."

Draco struggled against the Slippery Feet Jinx, not noticing that the other boy was taking off his robes...

When he did notice, it was far too late. It was painful, and when poor Draco woke up, blood was drying between his legs. Harry was no where to be found. The only thing his beloved rapist left behind was a piece of parchment that read:

Malfoy-

Try to seduce me while my guard is down again, and I swear that you are one dead Slytherin. For now, You're Veela secret is safe, but as for those other lies you told, I won't say anything, but I don't want to here this cock-and-bull shit about it ever again.

I will not be so easy on you next time you act like a moron. Keep that in mind and maybe this little instance won't get out.

-H. Potter

Draco tore the parchment in two, stuffed his robes back on, and headed back to the Slytherin common room. Twice he stopped to weep bitterly in a secluded area. Raped. Coolest teen at Hogwarts with the power to have anyone he chose and he had been raped. By Harry fucking Potter, no less. He ignored Pansy Parkinson, who was up and snogging Crabbe and who also squealed and sent a curse at him. He smoothly deflected it so that it hit the wall harmlessly beside him and ignored Pansy's sheepish apologies. She had always been the school whore, and when Draco had been with her, she did nothing but press him to have sex.

Too bad he wasn't a virgin; Potter had seen to that. Poor Draco sighed and opened the door to his private room. No bunking with everyone else for him; he had a double, queen sized bed all to himself, and, thankfully, his own bathroom. He would never shower in public with the other guys. Not that he ever had...

He slipped into his shiny green pajamas and threw the dirty ones away. The blonde flopped on the big, lonely bed and buried himself into the warm covers, crying softly as he imagined how much warmer they'd be if he had someone to share them with.