Wonny: You asked for it, so here it is! the third chapter of Snake and Lion! Doesn't it give you a warm fuzzy feeling? I have it, but that could just be gas...

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BTW: I have also written another angesty tragety story that will be finished soon. If anyone wants to read it, it is named Hopelessness under this pen name. Thanks! Read on!

When Draco opened his silver eyes again, the ceiling of the Hospital Wing came into view. His head pounded. He automatically sat up and threw up all over the sheets. He wiped his mouth, grouping for his wand to clean up the foul smelling mess. Once he had vanished the bile away, he concentrated on listening to the voices outside of his curtained bed.

"Professor, he attacked Ron!" Harry...

"I'm aware of that, Harry, but I'm afraid he can not be punished for defending himself." Draco sighed at Dumbledore's reply.

"He nearly burnt him to a crisp! Ron didn't even touch him! He wasn't even trying to hit him!" Harry cried exasperatedly. "Professor, isn't there anything you can do to see that he doesn't get out of hand?"

"His Veela instincts took over for a moment, Harry. His descendants are that of a species so powerful that by no means of interbreeding with humans can their characteristics be erased from their genetic code. Yes, I know that Draco Malfoy is part Veela, so I suggest you stop gapping, Harry; he told you himself, as I'm aware." Draco nearly chuckled imagining the look of shock on Harry's face. "His defensive characteristics were sparked when Mister Weasley threatened him; why, I don't even think he knows. I do know, however, that something was important enough for his gut feelings to kick up the Veela in him. There isn't anything I can do, Harry. He is a student and he will continue to be taught, despite his family background. I'm understood when I say that if people felt your scar pangs were, shall we say, weird enough, you wouldn't be pleased if someone wanted you out, yes?"

Harry mumbled something inaudible and Dumbledore replied cheerfully "Excellent! Now, Harry, I would suggest you stay here. Madame Promfry has a few tests she'd like to run on Mister Malfoy and I think you will be quite interested on what the results are." Draco heard Dumbledore's quiet footsteps trod out of the wing. There was silence. Then, he heard the brisk, angry stomps from Harry coming this way. Not that he cared. Draco merely put his hands in his lap and began to look thoughtfully at the sheets.

Harry ripped back the curtains. He was hopping mad. He softened when he noticed how awful Draco looked. The boy was paler then ever, and he seemed to have chills. Never the less, he managed to stand there and glare at the ill Slytherin. "You're bloody lucky that Snape and Professor McGonagal were there to stop me; I would've done a whole lot worse then knock you out."

"I believe you. I can remember, you see." Draco said quietly, picking at a loose thread on the bed sheet. "Although, I doubt you were all that eager to have you're way with me with everyone watching..." He looked up. Harry realized that it wasn't anger that was pronounced in his eyes; it was hurt. Draco looked back at the sheet and continued to pick at it. Harry stared at the boy for a long time until Madame Promfry bustled in, carrying a tray of potions with her.

"Mister Malfoy, there are a few tests I'd like to give you while you're here. Tell me," she said, "what kind of symptoms have you been having, lately?"

Draco swallowed, blushing deeply. His eyes flicked towards Harry. "Err, um- you see, - eh..." Madame Promfry took the hint and turned to Harry.

"Could I ask you to wait in my office, Mister Potter?"

"Of course, sorry..." Harry turned towards the door and as it closed, Madame Promfry turned back to Draco.

"You were stuttering?" She said calmly as she placed the tip of her wand to his head and read his temperature.

"Yes; I've been puking all the time, and it's really starting to annoy me..." Malfoy said, toying with a lock of his fine hair.

"I've heard. Anything else?"

"Well, I have to pee every hour or forty-five minutes."

Madame Promfry paused. 'Odd.' she was digesting this information as well as what the reading from the Ferenhightus Spell had given her. "I see. Is there more?" She said, frowning.

"I'm really dizzy at points; I have these odd cravings for things that I usually won't touch and other things; I have these awful cramps in my stomach a lot; and my ankles are getting swollen. Does that help?" Draco said, done ticking off the problems on his fingers. He swung his feet over the edge of the bed and looked directly at her. He was surprised to see her scurrying off to a large book of Magical Illnesses and Cures. "Madame Promfry? Is there something wrong?" The sixteen-year-old bit his lip, frightened. What if he had been poisoned?

Madame Promfry ignored him, thumbing through the book. She stopped and read down the page. When she finally spoke, she startled Draco.

"Have you been sexually active, lately? Don't lie; almost all teenagers start doing it sometime before graduation. It's perfectly natural."

Malfoy blushed, then panicked. What should he say? That he had been raped be the boy in the other room? No, but if it was for his health..."Yes, I have..."

"Hmm... When were you last?"

"About eight days ago. Why, is something wrong with that?"

Again, she ignored him. She turned back and raised her wand. Immediately, the Veela signals for danger went off again. She shushed him. "I'm only going to perform a spell, Draco," she said soothingly, "Just relax. It won't hurt anything, I promise." Draco relaxed as told. She drew her wand through the air in front of Draco. There was a pause, then a turquoise colored plus shot out of the end of her wand. Draco raised an eyebrow.

"What was that all about?" He asked as the plus sign drifted away.

Madame Promfry frowned. "That was the Maternatilium Fetalis Charm. Nifty little trick: it's a pregnancy test. And I do believe that yours just came out positive, Mister Malfoy."

Draco's face turned paper white. "WHAT!" He put his head in his hands. "That's not possible! I'm a boy! A Male! I HAVE A PENIS, FOR YOU-KNOW-WHO'S SAKE!"

Madame Promfry only shook her head. "In a world of magic, almost anything is possible. And there are those rare occasions where a male can become impregnated. In your case, Mister Malfoy, I believe it's your Veela background that did you in. You see," She sat next to the 'no-no-no'ing Draco and put her arm around him. It was a rare gesture; one that she reserved only for those in the emotional breakdown stage. Draco sniffled. "Your family, on your mother's side, is not accustomed to having male Veela children. It is very rare that a male is born to Veela. So rare that the child bearing generics don't bother changing everything. You can have children both ways. The same way as your mother had you, by the way." She knew he was thinking that he would give birth anally, which was too painful to picture, let alone go through.

"How in the world will that be possible!" He cried.

"Late in the pregnancy, close to the due date, a birth canal will form."

Draco groaned, putting his head back into his hands. All he could think about was 'Dad's going to kill me; Dad's going to kill me; Dad is going to KILL ME!'

"This is excellent, just PEACHY KEEN!" Draco sobbed miserably.

"You're telling me."

Draco and Madame Promfry both jumped as Harry walked over to them. He looked just as shocked as Draco did.

"You mean to tell me that I got Draco Malfoy PREGNANT?" He sighed exhaustedly.

Madame Promfry blinked. Draco groaned. "And you were threatening me not to say anything..." Draco shook his head.