Won: WhoOt! Sorry this took so long to update! Finishing freshman year in high school is stress mania, and I was involved in other fics, as well. Here's to my loyal, outstanding readers! Enjoy another chapter of the beloved Sanke and Lion!

Also, A character in this chapter is a replica of your dearest writer herself! Guess who it is? References of ShiShi are from other stories I have written.

Disclaimer: Besides Erin, I own nothing in this story what-so-ever but the plot. Bite me, Lawyers!

The Planning

The next morning, as expected, the Malfoys arrived, stepping out from the fireplace in Dumbledore's office one at a time. First was Narsisca, elegantly dressed in a Victorian age green gown, blonde hair sweeping gracefully through the air around her. She turned and held out her arm to the just appearing Draco Malfoy, who was quite tired looking. He had purple swellings underneath his silvery eyes, and he looked exceptionally pale. All night his stomach cramped up, and the few times he managed to sleep, the pains woke him up so that he would curl up on his side and cry for his mother. Not only that but his vomiting had gotten worse. He would run into the bathroom every fifteen minutes to empty out his stomach. Needless to say, Lucious's idea to get some rest had been utterly worthless.

Last to emerge from the green flames was Lucious Malfoy, looking quite intimidating in his high-necked cloak and fashionable steel-toed boots. His best cane, one with a jade cobra's head carved on it's top, looked like a weapon in this enraged father's black-gloved hand. However, he kept his calm composer and fell into step beside his boy. His right hand gripped Draco's shoulder in a comforting way. Draco made an appreciative noise in his throat, placing his tired head in his mother's side. Both parents exchanged looks of worry. Draco had never been so ill, but, then again, he'd never been impregnated before, either.

Also in the room at the time of the Malfoy family's arrival was, of course, Dumbledore, as well as Serverus Snape and Madame Promfry. All three occupants eyed the new arrivals. The only one not surprised to see them was Professor Dumbledore.

"Lucious, Narsisca, ah, and young Mister Malfoy. Excellent. We were just speaking of you all. Come, have a seat. I'm afraid a few of our other guests are running a little behind schedule, so we may have to wait for a little while." The old wizard flicked his wand and three chairs identical to the ones Professor Snape and Madame Promfry were sitting in appeared. Draco immediately fell into one, thankful to be able to sit down again. His mother sat on his left, scooting her chair more towards him. Lucious sat on the other side of his wife, looking haughty.

Professor Snape, who knew nothing of Draco's condition, eyed his prize student in concern. "Draco, what on Earth is ailing you?" the dark haired potions teacher said after looking him up and down.

Draco gazed at the teacher wearily. "All in good time, Serverus, all in good time. In the meantime, I am aware that our other guests are arriving about now." As Dumbledore spoke those last few words, the door to his office rattled with several soft knocks. The headmaster conjured up three more chairs before calling, "Come in."

In entered a strange trio of teenagers: one was Harry Potter, who looked nervous enough as his eyes passed over everyone else in the room. He received glares from both Malfoy parents and Professor Snape. When his eyes got to Draco, the gold-silver haired boy curled up like a large, green and silver colored cat in the chair and looked away. The green eyed sixteen-year-old sat in the chair by Madame Promfry, not looking at the others.

The next guest was Hermione Granger, who looked puzzled at the strange assortment of people in the room. She swept by them and sat next to Harry, ignoring the glares she got from, again, the Malfoy parents and Professor Snape. The last guest was someone no one had ever recalled seeing, let alone met. She had on knee high boots and faded green pants, tucked into the top of her boots. Her shirt was a white blouse that had jeweled edges. Her wrist had a band of skulls and chains dangling from it. Her neck was adorned with three necklaces; one was a gold chain with stars of the same material hanging all around it; another was a gold chain with a skull medallion dangling from it; the last was the most plain, but stood out the most: a silver chain with a yin-yang, minus the dots, that was colored purple on one side and green on the other.

This strange girl casually cast her gray-blue eyes around the room, tossing a ponytail of the most astonishing red hair over her shoulder. Her cloak neatly touched the floor as she swept towards the last chair. She sat down, smiling at whoever happened to catch her eye and saluting from her skull and crossbones do-rag. Professor Dumbledore was the only one to return her gesture.

"Now, we are all here and situated. But before we get started, would anyone care for a Peep? They are a delicious Muggle marshmallow treat in the most delightful shapes." He offered the jar to everyone in turn, starting with Draco, who turned greener then his mother's dress and shook his head, and ending with the red haired pirate girl, who eagerly took one, and was the only one besides Dumbledore to do so. The Headmaster beamed at her and turned back to the others. "Now, the reason I have called you all together, with the exception of the Malfoy's, who turned up out of pure chance is because of a certain, em, predicament between Mister Potter and Mister Malfoy." He gestured to each in turn for the Pirate, who nodded and continued to nibble her Peep. "Some of you already know what that is. However," He cast a glance at Draco, "I think it would best if I were to tell the others less informant."

Professor Dumbledore folded his hands and smiled pleasantly. "It seems that Mister Malfoy, here, is with child." At once, Hermione gasped, hands at her mouth; Snape's eyes went so wide that they looked like saucers; and Pirate choked on her Peep. She hacked for a moment, then pointed a skull-decorated wand at her throat and gasped, able to breath again. She then turned to Draco and asked, in an American accent, "You are!" she shook her head, saying "Uh-uh-UH..." under her breath. They all turned back to Dumbledore, who had begun to speak again.

"However, more surprising is that the father is none other then Harry Potter."

Pirate burst into peals of laughter. "Oh, Shi-Shi, that's not RIGHT!" she yowled, "Worst enemies, right? Uh-huh! Oh, man, that this should happen again... I'm sorry, it's just," she wiped her eyes, "I had to deal with a situation just like this very recently. In fact, the only thing difference between then and now is that you two look different then the other one's I dealt with. I suppose that's why you wanted me here, Mister Dumbledore?" She focused her attention on the Headmaster, who nodded.

The old wizard nodded. "Right you are." He turned back to the others. Serverus was glaring daggers at Harry, and Hermione was looking quizzically at her friend. Draco merely sighed. "Now that the news is out, I would like each of you to know that you each are going to play an important role in the time it takes for this child to grow. That is, if it's parents don't have any objections to the duties I have assigned." Dumbledore turned his grayish blue eyes to Draco, who gazed back at him, tiredly. "Of course, Draco Malfoy will be the mother, which is all we can ask." Draco snorted in a way that said "Duh."

The eyes went to Harry next. "Harry Potter is playing the role of the father. However..." The Headmaster sighed, "I'm afraid that certain things need to be said in order for Mister Malfoy to agree that Harry stay that role. Harry, you had something you wanted to say, I recall?"

Harry nodded. Keeping his eyes to the floor, he spoke to Draco. "I am... truly sorry, you know, about what I said yesterday. There's no point in giving you an excuse on why I acted that way; it was unacceptable and... I'm sorry. I really am willing to help you, and all. But," he rubbed the back of his head, "that's up to you, I suppose..." He was silent after that. When he finally dared to look up, Draco was looking thoughtfully into space.

"Potter, -Harry-, I honestly don't give a shit if you want to help or not. You're a rapist, a piss-poor father, and I honestly don't think you're telling the truth when you -say- that you're 'sorry'." He turned to glare at the Gryffindor. Harry felt his heart sinking.

"Mal-Draco-, I really am telling you the truth. I am sorry, and I really want to help. I swear on... on my parents' graves that what I'm saying isn't a lie." The part about his parents' graves had Malfoy. They also made him feel guilty about the last remark he had made to the other boy. He looked away for a moment.

"Fine. You can stick around. You just remember what I said about laying a finger on me. Trust me, my parents, nor I, would hesitate to break it off, or worse." Harry shivered, remembering seeing Ron smoldering on the ground.

"Of course. Anything."

Dumbledore beamed. " Well, now that that's settled, I would like to inform the new parents on the roles of the other's gathered." He gazed at the older Malfoys. "Lucious, Narsisca, you both will, of course, be helping your son and his partner through this troubled time?" Both nodded, though the look in their eyes suggested that Harry wasn't going to get much from them. "Excellent. Draco, Harry, you are both comfortable with this?" Draco nodded, as did Harry, although it was reluctant.

"Poppy," Madame Promfry looked up, "You are to be Draco's 'midwife'. You will help with any of the symptoms and ailments that befall Draco during his pregnancy and the delivery of his baby. Is this understood?" She nodded. "Harry? Draco?" Both of the new parents nodded again. "Very well. Hermione Granger." Hermione started at the sound of her name being mentioned. "I'm sure that male pregnancies are very different from female pregnancies. I also think that it would be a good idea to answer any questions either Harry or Draco has if they need them to be answered. I also don't think an extra midwife would hurt, either."

"It is a very difficult subject to study, Professor; it may take a while to come up with enough information. As for being a midwife, I wouldn't mind, but that might take some research, too..." she frowned, thinking of any mention of male pregnancy in the thousands of books she had read thus far in the year.

Dumbledore nodded. "The information can be provided for you, Miss Granger. Any objections, Draco? Harry?"

Harry shook his head, but Draco glared. "Yes. There is no way I'm having Mudblood Granger hanging off me like a tick. The last thing I need is an entire book read to me about things that I really don't want to be worried about until they happen."

Harry frowned at this. "Then she won't tell you unless you ask. Even you have to admit that she'll help you a lot more then if she wasn't around, Draco." Draco growled: He had a point.

"Fine, but Granger, don't tell me unless I want to know." Draco moaned. He put his head into one of his hands.

"Good, good. Now, Serverus, here, will be one of your two guards, Draco, as well as a provider of some of the potions you will need to take throughout the pregnancy. Any questions, boys?" Harry wanted to cower then and there. Draco was comfortable with Professor Snape, however, and so, although it pained him to do so, Harry agreed to let him help.

At last, Dumbledore rested his tired eyes on the Pirate, who had been taking all this information in intently. "As for your other guard, this is it. Her name is Erin Foraker, and she used to live in America. However, she will be valuable to you and your protection, so no matter what you and Harry decide, Draco, she will be here. And the reason being is-"

At this point, Erin stopped him. "Allow me." She stood from her chair, and, grasping the cloak and skullcap, announced: "I am," the cap and cloak were torn from her, revealing a long, skinny black tail and a pair of cat ears, which wiggled, "an animangus." She showed a set of fangs through her smile and a twinge of gold crept into her large eyes to the stunned and shocked group.

"Y-your EARS! What in the bloody hell is with your ears!" Draco looked horrified. "I know enough about this to know that you shouldn't look like-like an animal when you're not one!" He backed up into his chair. Erin just put her cloak and cap back on.

"I was young and I accidentally got the casting wrong. This is irreversible, and it reminds me to be more careful with everything I do." She gazed at her wand thoughtfully. "Besides, I have a strong belief in liking people for who they are, not anything else." She sank back into her chair, looking a bit out of it.

"So, needless, to say, Miss Erin will be essential to you are your baby's protection. She will remain in her animal stage through your lessons, at which I advise the other teachers of, and will only reveal her true form in dire need or in a secluded area, such as my office." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Does this suit you?" Draco, eyes still wide with the shock of the ears, nodded. "Perfect, then the only thing left to do is inform the other staff of Draco's condition and to wait, patiently, for the arrival of his child." He gazed pleasantly at everyone in turn, then stood from his desk. "Duties of those here begin now. If there are any problems, you know where to find me. Harry, Poppy, Serverus and Miss Foraker know the password to my office, and if it changes, they will know first. Now then, off you trot."

There was a simultaneous scraping of chairs as everyone stood to leave. Erin grinned and stood beside Draco. "We'll be good friends. Can I sit on your shoulder?" She placed her wand to the center of her forehead and was, in a split-second, a black cat with a circular patch of green and purple fur on her neck. Draco sighed.

"Sure, why not?" The cat beamed and pounced onto his shoulder, standing straight and tall.

Harry hurried on ahead with Hermione. She wasn't pleased. "Harry, why didn't you tell me that you and Draco were-?"

He frowned. "Because, we never were. I got mad and he was using his Veela stuff on me. So I... had my way with him." He did not look at her. "I know that sounds petty, but it was the thing to do at the time. I regret it, but not because Malfoy's pregnant."

Hermione dropped the lecture she was going to give Harry. "Well, I hope he knows that. What are you going to say to Ron about this? And you'd better; if the rumors start flying, he won't take it any better then if you told him yourself."

"Ah, Mister Potter; just the boy we wanted to see." Harry resisted the urge to gulp. He looked up and found Lucious Malfoy and Professor Snape leering at him. Twin nightmares. "We were just wondering when you'd show up." Harry couldn't help but think that this was a duh-comment. They had been in the same room just seconds ago. "So, did you have your way with Draco? Most shocking. You're lucky he wants the father to live, Potter. He might not have the will to take care of you, but I have more then enough. Which doesn't mean to say that you're going to get off easy just because Draco wants you around."

"Harry? Oi, Potter!" Harry turned. Draco was striding towards him with a black cat on his shoulder. "You need to come with me. Don't worry, father, I'll take care of him." He grinned evilly at Harry. "Come along, dearie." With that, he grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him down another corridor. Harry glanced apologetically back at Hermione with a look that said 'I'll talk to you later.'

Malfoy must've dragged him for a quarter of an hour before he turned into an empty classroom and locked the door, casting the Silencio Charm over the room. "Now, before you try and defend yourself, I just saved you from being brutally tortured by my father. So think about that. Second," he eyed Harry oddly for a moment. "Did you really want to help, or was that all so that my family didn't kill you?"

"I told you, Draco, I meant every word I said! Why don't you believe me?" Harry cried frustrated.

"Because, you forget, Harry; this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't raped me! From what I've heard, rapists don't technically want the responsibilities of being a parent with someone they raped! And you hate me, loath me; why in hell would you want to help me when I'm pregnant?" Draco looked ready to burst: this deffinantly had been walled up.

"Because I- I- I feel guilty..."

"Oh, that's it, is it?" Draco sneered.

"Look, Draco, I don't exactly feel proud of what I did. I don't want to think about it. Draco, I AM sorry." Harry looked at the other boy sadly. "I understand if you don't want to forgive me. I just... want to make it up to you."

Draco looked at the Gryffindor, stunned. "R-really? That's um... well, I didn't expect it from you. And, as for forgiveness, if you want it, I'll give it to you. BUT..."

Harry held his breath.

"...you're going to have to do a really good job of taking care of me for the time." Draco cracked a grin. Harry sighed, nodding.

"Sure. Anything." He closed his green eyes and bowed his head, relieved that Draco was allowing him to be a part of this. And speaking of which...

Draco frowned at Harry's newly formed smile. "What Now?" The blonde cried in exasperation.

"Well, it's just..." the raven haired teen shook his head. "I can't believe I'm going to be a father, that's all." He smiled up at Draco, who cracked a small grin.

"Yeah, well, you won't be able to deny that much longer, will you? Pretty soon I'll look like some kind of Plimpy..." His grin faded. "Oh Gods, what in the hell am I saying! I'll be FAT!" Draco tried to shake the image of himself being large away. "Damn it." Harry just laughed. "I fail to see what is so hilarious about me looking like an overweight Muggle, Potter." Draco growled.

Harry calmed down a little. "No, no, that isn't funny; it's just you're acting like a girl, being conceited and all."

"Oh, so would it be funny if I was wearing a skirt, Potter? And braided my hair? And wore lipstick!" Harry burst into peals of laughter. The cat on Malfoy's shoulder gave a wheezy chuckle. Draco felt like he should be angry, but it WAS pretty funny...

So, despite himself, Draco giggled. The giggles turned into laughter when Harry, clutching his sides, fell off the desk he'd been sitting on and hit his head on the desk in front of him. Draco fell to his knees and both he and Harry laughed continuously until the cat gave a warning 'Meow' to alert them of the time. Draco wiped his eyes. "Oh, time for class." He gave one last chuckle and got to his feet, pulling Harry up with him.

Both of them stopped and stared at each other, wondering if it was possible that they could really make this work. Harry shook himself out of the daze first.

"Better get going, then."

Draco snapped out of his thoughts. "Oh, right."

They looked at each other a minute longer. Harry finally took the Charm off of the room and unlocked the room. Then he paused. He turned back to Draco and whispered:

"Meet me after lunch later."

"Where at?" Draco whispered back.

Harry eyed some second year girls passing by before replying: "Lakeside."

'Simple enough.' Draco mused. "I'll see you then."

"Right. Bye." Harry swept from the room. Draco watched him walk briskly down the corridor before turning the other way and disappearing into the tapestry behind him.