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"Bloody fucker! It's your entire fault that Harry's in this state!"

"Shut your foul mouth, weasel, or I'll chop off your cock and feed it to the hippogriff!"

"Look who's talking. I have a foul mouth? Yours is way worse than mine!"

"Stop trying to change the subject. Why didn't you look after Harry carefully?"

"Harry's not a baby. He can look after himself. Why did you fuck Oliver behind his back?"

"Watch your mouth, Weasley!"

"Watch your cock, Malfoy! Don't let me see you trying to get into Harry's pants again!"

"Oh for goodness sake, SHUT UP, both of you! Harry's in the emergency and all you could do is fight..." Hermione said irritably.

"What the hell am I supposed to do then?" asked Draco rudely.

"The least you can do is shut up and wait."

"That's right, ferret! Shut up!" said Ron triumphantly.

"You too, Ronald!"

An hour later, in the emergency ward, Draco Malfoy was sitting nest to the unconscious Harry Potter feeling very relieved but at the same time guilty because Harry nearly died because of him. Ron and Hermione left earlier when they were assured that Harry was okay by the healer. Hermione felt ill and she needed to rest.

"I love you, Harry. Even if you don't love me now. I just want you to know how much I love you."

Draco brushed a few strands of hair away from Harry's pale face.

"I'm sorry I broke your heart. Harry, I love you – I really do..."

"I've loved you since the first time I saw you in Madam Malkin's robe shop. I was so happy that you talked to me and all I could think about was you after that...

"But you turned down my friendship when I offered it to you; do you know how much it hurt to see that you hate me so much? I had to put on a cold mask when I'm around you...

"Then we got together and that has to be the happiest time of my pathetic life. You bring so much joy to my life, Harry."

Draco bent down and kiss Harry's forehead gently.

"I miss you Harry. Now nobody keeps the bed warm for me. Harry, please wake up. I know it's me fault and I don't blame you for wanting to leave me but I beg you, please wake up. I don't want to live if you die. I love you so much..."

Draco felt a hot tear slid down his cheek, He wiped it away roughly and continued his little speech.

"Do you remember the first time we kissed? You were so nervous that you were trembling. You are so innocent, Harry. Unlike me, you're just the opposite of me, you're so pure and kind and innocent.

"Harry, everybody is worried about you. You are so loved by so many people. Please wake up, love..."

And Draco broke down and cried on Harry's chest, abandoning all his self-control. He cried for Harry and he cried for everything that went wrong in his life.

Their 'private' moment was interrupted by a knock on the door. A medi-wizard of about 70 came into the ward looking very serious. Draco immediately sat up and adjusted his robe and hair. He didn't want anyone to see him in this state. It's too un-Malfoy-ish.

The healer examined Harry and after making sure he was alright, cast a spell on Harry so that Harry will be awake and conscious for the next 30 minutes.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, I'm Healer Anderson and I'm the head of St. Mungo's hospital. I'm here today to tell both of you some very big news."

"Cut the crap, old coot. You know what? You remind me too much of Albus Dumbledore. Is Harry alright?" asked Draco impatiently.

Harry was too weak to scold Draco so he just shut his eyes and kept quiet. He felt very weak and he could barely keep his eyes open.

"He's fine, Mr. Malfoy. Please keep your voice level down. This is a hospital and there are other patients here."

"So, what's the big news that you were so eager to tell us just now???" asked Draco rudely, ignoring what Healer Anderson just said.

Draco is such a snobby bastard. I wonder why I agreed to marry him in the first place. Look what I've got myself into now. Harry thought secretly.

"May I ask both of you a question first?"

"S-Sure..." Harry croaked out hoarsely.

"Were both of you sexually active in the last three months and did you have sex with each other?"

OH MY GOD!!!!!! I have AIDS!!! I'm going to die!!! I have AIDS!!!!!!!!! Harry thought furiously.

"What's the matter with you, old fool? Trying to probe into our private life?"

"Stop it Draco, you're bloody annoying..."

And Draco immediately fell silent after Harry's remark. An amused Healer Anderson watched their interaction closely.

"The answer, Mr. Potter?"

"Um... Yes..." Harry said then blushed hotly.

"Well, this might come as a shock for both of you but I want to congratulate both of you first."

"About?? Congratulate us about what?" Draco asked him with forced politeness,

"Mr. Potter is 3 months pregnant, and most likely with your child too, Mr. Malfoy."

It took a while for the information to sink in and when it finally did, Draco let out a shout of joy while hugging Harry tightly and raining kisses all over his face.

"I'm going to be a father! I'm going to be a father!" Draco shouted happily.

"Mr. Malfoy, please keep your voice level down."

"I'm going to be a father! I'm going to be a father!" continued Draco as he completely ignored Healer Anderson.

Harry on the other hand was unusually quiet. He appeared to be thinking, his face emotionless. But actually emotions were running high in him and he had a hard time controlling them.

Oh my God! What should I do now? If I divorce Draco now, the baby will be without a father but I can't betray myself.

"Harry, we're going to have a child! An heir!!"

"Um... that's great, Draco..." If Draco noticed Harry's lack of enthusiasm, he didn't show it.

"Mr. Potter, I'll come later to do a check-up. Goodbye."

"Thank you, Healer Anderson."

Harry watch the door close and wondered was it possible that they made a mistake. He couldn't be pregnant. Especially not after what just happened a few days ago.

"Draco, we need to talk," Harry said gravely.

Draco's heart sank when he heard Harry's tone. Harry only adopts such tone when he's troubled or sad. Draco could not fathom why. Harry should be happy. Harry should be very happy now that his dream is about to come true.

"Sure... What do you want to talk about?" Draco asked gently although he already knows the answer to his question.

"About this baby, Drake. I want us to talk about this baby."

"Why? Aren't you happy, Harry? We're going to have a baby."

"I know... but don't you think the baby came at a wrong time?"

"No! I think-"

"Listen to me, Draco. I don't think we should keep the baby..."

"But-"

"Shh... This baby came at an entirely wrong time. It's a bad timing and you know it. We're filing for a divorce, Drake... It won't be fair on the baby this way..."

"Are you telling me that you're going to abort this baby? This life that's growing in you even as we talk?"

"Yes, Draco. That's exactly what I wanted to talk about."

"But this is a life you're talking about, Harry. You can't just kill it like that... it's a LIFE!"

"I know, Drake... I know... But this is for the baby's and our sake..."

"No, Harry... I won't allow it..."

"Why not?!"

"Because I want the baby! I've longed to have a family with you! Please Harry..."

"..."

"Harry, think about it... This is what we want... you've been blabbering about a child forever, now you got it, aren't you happy?"

"No, I'm not happy. I'm not happy at all. I'm confused as hell!"

Draco looked at Harry sadly. Is this the Harry I know? Is this the Harry I love so much? What have I done to him? He noticed that Harry was frowning the whole time and all he wanted to do was to give Harry a hug but he knew Harry wouldn't allow it. Harry barely let him touch him.

"Please Harry... Give me another chance... I will be a good father and husband... I promise you..." Draco had become desperate at this point. He didn't want Harry to abort the baby.

"I'm sorry, Drake. I've made my decision and I'm going to do it whether you like it or not..." said Harry quietly.

"No! You can't do that! I'm the baby's father. I have a say in this too..."

Harry took out his wand and pointed it at Draco. Draco looked scared for a moment but he calmed himself and said, "Going to hex me, Harry?"

Harry looked at Draco sadly before saying "Not if you don't remember anything. I love you, Draco, but I'm sorry. I have to do this. Obliviate!"

"Harry! You're awake! Thank God!" cried Draco happily before giving Harry a hug, their earlier conversation forgotten.

Harry sighed heavily, glad that his spell worked but at the same time guilty that he did the spell to Draco. He had no choice. He didn't want to complicate things at this point of time and a baby is definitely a big complication.

Harry glared at Draco and said venomously, "Why are you here? Go away! Leave me alone!"

"Alright, I only want to make sure you're okay. I'll go now..." said Draco sadly before leaving the room.

Harry watched Draco's retreating form silently and felt tears welled up in his eyes. "Oh god, what have I done?" He was not heartless. How he wish he could share the joy of having a baby with someone else, with Draco, but he couldn't, not with Voldemort still around. It was too risky to do so. If Voldemort knew Harry was pregnant, he could easily defeat Harry.

"I'm so sorry, Draco... I'm so sorry... Do you know how happy I was when I know I am pregnant with your child? Do you know how I longed for this day to come? Do you know how much I want to share this joy, this happiness with you?" The tears kept falling from Harry's eyes.

Harry sobbed on his bed until he fell asleep again.

It was three hours later before Harry woke up again. He looked around the empty room and felt impossibly lonely. How he wished he could be in Draco's loving arms now, to hear Draco's soothing words telling him that it'll all be alright, to feel Draco gentle caresses.

Harry kept on telling himself that everything will work out fine. He was interrupted by a knock on the door. He tensed, fearing that it was Draco. Harry visibly relaxed when he saw that it wasn't Draco but Healer Anderson.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter. How are you feeling?" asked Healer Anderson politely.

"I'm fine, thank you."

"Are you sure? Do you have any pains?"

"Uh... I think I have a mild headache..."

"That's probably because you hit your head on the floor when you collapsed in the bathroom."

"Oh..."

"Now, Mr. Potter, could you please take off your robe?"

"WHAT???"

"Don't get so worked up, I need to examine you to make sure the baby's fine." said Healer Anderson kindly.

Harry looked at Healer Anderson apologetically before proceeding to take off his robe. His hands unconsciously went and rubbed his flat tummy protectively.

"Mr. Potter, you have to drink this potion before I can cast the spell on you."

"Huh? What spell??" asked Harry, alarmed.

"You can see the baby when I cast the spell on you."

"Oh, ok. Can you pass me the potion please?"

Harry downed the potion in one gulp. The potion tasted horrible. It had a very strong sulphur taste and it burned Harry's throat. Harry ignored the burning sensation and the shitty taste and smiled at Healer Anderson.

"I'm ready."

Healer Anderson cast the spell on Harry and a beam of strong white light hit Harry's belly. The white light turned into a golden colour after a few seconds.

The sound of a steady heartbeat suddenly filled the room and Harry felt tears prickling behind his eyes. This was the heartbeat of Draco's child, their child. An image formed by the golden light above Harry's tummy appeared after a short while. Harry knew what it was but he couldn't quite figure out which part was where.

Sensing Harry's obvious confusion, Healer Anderson kindly explained, "This is the baby's heart, this is its head, the legs and hands." He said all this while pointing to each part in turn.

Harry went and grabbed Draco's hand beside him but he felt a sadness flood through him when he found nothing but bed sheet. Draco's not here! Stop being so stupid! Harry scolded himself and looked at Healer Anderson who was still studying the image quietly.

Harry mentally pushed away all his misery and grinned widely at Healer Anderson before asking him proudly, "Isn't it beautiful?"

"Yes, it is, Mr. Potter. It's growing healthily too. Would you like to know the baby's gender?"

Harry considered for a while before nodding his head at Healer Anderson.

"From what I can see, it's a boy, Mr. Potter. Congratulations!"

Harry's skipped a beat when he heard that it was a boy. Of course, Harry would have been equally happy if it was a girl. But a boy! An official heir! A child with an identity!

"Healer Anderson, could you do me a favour please?" Harry asked him suddenly.

"Of course, Mr. Potter."

"Don't tell anybody about my pregnancy. Not even my friends. Please?"

"But- but it'll be hard to hide the fact that you're pregnant in a few months time." said Healer Anderson matter-of-factly.

"Please... Just don't tell anybody. I have a plan."

"Alright then, if you insist." Healer Anderson said reluctantly.

"Thanks."

"You need to eat more for the baby's sake."

"I will."

"Rest well, young Harry. You may go home tomorrow but don't forget our next appointment in two weeks time."

"Thank you, Healer Anderson. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome."

A/N: heehee... Chapter 4!!! i want to thank my wonderful beta reader Kristabob and all those who reviewed!! oh and please tell me what you think of my fic... i read them and i'll try to make improvement... :)