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Chapter 4:
Headmaster Dumbledore was called for immediately. To everyone's surprise, he wore a calm smile and only nodded sympathetically as Madame Promfry, Draco, and Harry spilled out the entire story. Well, Harry had expected as much; Dumbledore seemed to know everything before anything happened. It was extremely embarrassing, telling the headmaster that he'd gotten another boy pregnant, and it didn't help with Malfoy sobbing through the whole tale.
Finally, when everything had been laid out, they waited for a response. At first, Dumbledore said nothing. He merely placed his fingers together and furrowed his brow thoughtfully. Malfoy was still crying, though more softly then before. He seemed to be lost. Harry was, un-willfully, worried. Malfoy was just not, well, Malfoy. He never remembered seeing Draco Malfoy so distraught in the time he had known him. Not that Harry cared about what happened to the pale git, but that was his child the git was carrying...
After what seemed to be ages of silence, Dumbledore un-furrowed his brow and raised his eyes. They were strangely twinkling. What about Malfoy being pregnant with Harry Potter's child would make him so calm and even happy? They were about to find out.
"Well, this seems to have placed quite a predicament on both of your shoulders." Harry hung his head guiltily. "However, perhaps this will be a chance; a very rare chance; for you two to put a side your differences and try to get along, am I right?"
Harry would have choked had he had had something in his mouth. "Him? Me? You can't be serious, Professor!"
"Typical..." Malfoy hiccupped, "Just typical..." He placed his head back into his hands.
Professor Dumbledore ignored both comments. "I am well aware that you do not normally get along with Mister Malfoy, Harry, however," the old wizard held up a finger before Harry could agree, "I think he needs you at the current time. After all, you are the father."
"That's not the point! I didn't mean for this to happen! I didn't even KNOW it was possible! There isn't a way in Hell that I'm going to be tight around Malfoy's finger just because he couldn't keep his legs closed while he was busy trying to tempt me with his Veela shit!" Harry sat down and then jumped back up when he realized who was also sitting there.
"Harry, I know that this may be hard for you, but-"
Malfoy interrupted, getting up hastily. "Leave it; I don't care what he wants to do. If he wants to be a blasted jackass and pout because he's being asked to be a man and have some balls, then let him. I really couldn't care less!" He must have, because tears were running all over his face. "And, as for you, Potter," he said, rounding on Harry, "for your information, I was trying to keep my legs closed; YOU'RE the one who forced them open, you shit. Next time you try to attack me, by magic or otherwise, I won't hesitate to burn you alive. Just remember that. Oh, and one last thing; You don't have parents, anymore, do you? Well, guess what? Your baby as of now does not, and will never have, a father; how does it feel!"
After this outburst, Malfoy grabbed his things and ran out, not caring where he was going, just wanting to get away from that ass-hole Potter.
Draco wasn't seen for the rest of the day. After hours of trying to find him, Harry and Dumbledore gave up and went back to the Headmaster's office. Harry flopped down in the chair opposite the huge desk, running one hand through his untamable hair. Dumbledore only sighed. They sat like that for quite awhile, both thinking, but of different things.
"Well, I have a feeling Mister Malfoy is back at home. I'm sure he and his parents will turn up tomorrow."
"Yeah, great." Harry's thoughts lingered painfully on Malfoy's last comment: "Your baby, as of now, does not, and will never have, a father; how does it feel!" 'It makes me feel like shit, Malfoy, like a lot of worthless shit.' Harry thought miserably. He felt filthy. His father would never have abandoned his mother like that if they had been in a similar situation. If anything, they would have worked things out, trying to see to it that the soon to be child would grow up with parents that equally wanted to be there. Hell, some people fell in love that way. A gnawing sensation in the pit of Harry's stomach told him that if his parents were alive, they would be ashamed of him. That made him feel even worse.
"Would you, if given the chance, apologize to Mister Malfoy? It is only a suggestion; a mere hypothetical question. However, I would like to hear the answer."
Harry gazed up at the pale blue eyes of the Headmaster and sighed sadly. "Yeah, I would. Hell, I'd propose to him, if that were what it took to make him take that back. Shit, everyone I know would think I was a no good fuck-body if this got out. Even the ones who hate Malfoy more then I do..." Harry put his head in his hands. "But he's probably got in for me, now." He was silent for a few minutes. Then...
"What am I going to do?" he whispered helplessly.
At the Malfoy Estate, a certain Draco Malfoy was wondering aloud the same thing to his dear, beloved mother, Narsisca. However, he was sobbing and hugging her as she tried to calm him, stroking his white blonde hair, so much like her own.
"Oh, mother, I have no clue on this!" He cried, "That fuck-body Potter! That ass! That low-down Mudblood loving Potter! I wish I had the will to kill him..." he whimpered pitifully.
"My poor Dragon; would you prefer if I did it for you?" His mother cooed.
"Thank-you, mum, but no. If he chooses, I really would like him to try and, well... be here..." He finished softly, sniffling quietly. "I don't know why I said that to him, about his parents and all. He must loathe me, now..." He closed his lifeless gray eyes. "I would, too, I suppose... but I still-" he hugged his mother tighter. "I still care for him... is that so wrong?" he asked.
Narsisca shook her own head of blonde locks. "Of course not, love. But, are you absolutely sure that he resisted your ancestral tactics? It seems to me that he was being a little rough..."
Draco groaned. "I sincerely doubt that, mother. He was quite mad. And, besides, he wanted nothing to do with me when he found I was pregnant." He glanced at his stomach. It looked normal enough. Perhaps the test had been wrong? 'Get a grip, Draco. Even you can't pretend that this isn't happening.' he scolded himself.
"Perhaps you should get rid of it, then, Draco."
Draco and Narsisca looked up. "Father." Draco nodded. Lucious nodded as well. "Get rid of what?" Draco asked.
His father swept towards a chair opposite the couch his wife and son, not to mention soon to be grandchild, were sitting on. "The child, Draco."
Both of the two Veela-hybrids gasped. "Kill the child, Lucious? Have you lost your mind!" Narsisca screeched, looking murderous. Draco was equally enraged.
"Father, how could suggest such a thing!" he cried, eyes turning that white shade again. Lucious only rubbed the top of the snake cane calmly, ignoring the twin glares of the Veela.
"Because it is the logical thing, Draco; use your head. No child, no problems. And don't give me that look; I told your mother the same thing when she was complaining about the problems she was having when she was to have you. She nearly agreed, so she isn't as saintly as she acts." Draco turned his gaze onto his mother, who looked sheepishly away.
"You think a lot of things over during pregnancy, Draco, and I must have told you so many times before and after I had you that I was sorry I had ever considered it." Draco relaxed after she spoke, sighing in relief.
"Well, doing that deffinantly won't help. Father, I just couldn't do that..." Draco again glanced down at his midriff.
"Then I suggest you stop complaining, Draco. May I remind you that if you had not been foolish enough to let down your guard, you would not be with child?" He narrowed his eyes as Draco bowed his head silently in shame.
"I'm sorry, father... I guess it is my fault..." He began to feel depressed again.
"However, Potter has more blame then you. I will have a chat with Mister Potter tomorrow; we'll see what he plans to do. I'd advise you not to worry about it, Draco. He will been taken care of." Lucious smiled coldly. Draco sighed in relief.
"Thank-you, father. I thought for sure-"
"That I would be angry? Oh, make no mistake, Draco; even though a big part of this wasn't your fault, I am quite disappointed in you. Rest assured, you will be punished."
Draco groaned. "Damn..."
"And don't curse in front of your mother."
"Yes, father..." Draco sighed.
"Now, you need rest. Upstairs; lie down. Your mother will bring you something to help you sleep. I, " Lucious got up, " am going to inform your teachers of your... condition." With that, the head Malfoy swept from the room. Narsisca sighed and stroked Draco's head comfortingly.
"You'd best do what he says, my son." She got to her feet and helped Draco up. She smiled in a giddy fashion. "This shall be most exciting!"
Draco eyed his mother strangely. "What about?"
"My grandchild, of course! Oh, my family would celebrate daily if we got news of a new addition to the family. It has always been a cause to be happy, for me. I suppose you are a bit young, but a child is a child!" She took his hands and began to dance with him, humming and singing occasionally as they whirled around the room. Draco smiled. Even though it was silly, he couldn't help but feel the same way his mother did. Plus, she hadn't been this happy since he had been a little boy, when she would pick him up and do as they were doing now. So, no matter how odd it was, he continued to let her dance with him because she was right; a child was a cause to celebrate.
