This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Word Count: 3300

Title: By The Smile Of A Child

Note: AU! Set during Christmas vacation six year, passing on to seventh year. Of course changing a reasonable amount of events that take place, so bear with me.

Warnings: mpreg, teen pregnancy

Beta: chibi-shibi, Claude Amelia Song

Quidditch League:

[Team]: Pride Of Portree

[Position] Captain

[Theme]: Quidditch Supplies

[Prompts]:

[Theme]: Book Club

[Prompts]: [relation] FatherSon

[Theme]: Pokemon

[Prompts]: Charmander (pairing) Draco/Harry, 116. Horsea: Write about a father taking care of his child.

International Wizarding School Competition:

[School]: Ilvermorny, Year 1

[Prompts]:

Main:[Plot point] Teenage pregnancy

Additional:

[Word] careless

[Colour] bone-white

[Theme]: Riddle House: Look at rebirth in the wizarding world (positive or negative), literally and metaphorically.

Hogwarts

Assignment 10: Religious Education: Esbats: Task #5 - May, Flower Moon: Write about a pregnancy.

UBC: Gryffindor's Sword [Weapon] (How brave are you? Equip Effect: Doubles opponent's dmg if you only write about Gryffindors.) - Price: 3k, (trait) Courageous

"I love doing this with you," Harry whispered, snuggling up to Draco in his bunk. The Slytherin common room wasn't very busy over Christmas. It was Harry's first night waking up in Draco's arms, despite the fact that they've been together for a while.

"You move around too much," Draco mumbled, still half asleep. He did, however, allow the Gryffindor to move closer, so he was holding him against his chest. Harry laughed softly.

"Shhhh," Draco said, turning over and covering Harry's mouth. "You know how many Slytherin's actually want you dead?"

Harry went pale. Draco thought this was from the comment, until Harry jumped to his feet, ignoring the one other bed that had someone in it, and spirited towards the Slytherin bathroom. Draco's eyes went wide when Harry slammed the door behind him.

Draco opened the door, thankful for the quick silencing spell he muttered under his breath. The sounds of Harry throwing up filled the room and Draco struggled not to become sick himself, but attempted to pat Harry's shoulder and move his messy black hair from his face.

"I'm sorry," Harry mumbled. "I didn't mean to ruin our first night together."

"It's okay," Draco said slowly. "Is this your first morning feeling ill?"

Harry shook his head slowly, his pale face was bone-white, and it chilled Draco.

"Why didn't you mention it before?" Draco asked, his expression was worried.

"It seems to go away during the way, and some mornings it doesn't happen at all," Harry said, attempting a shrug that ended in a grimace.

"Harry, I think you need to go see Madam Pomprey," Draco said, his eyes betraying something close to nerves, but it flickered across his silver grey eyes and disappeared, making it appear like it didn't happen.

"Would you come with me?" Harry asked hopefully.

"I can't," Draco said. "You know we are keeping this between us." It was clear Harry was disappointed, but Draco was looking out for both of them by hiding what they were doing. He still was unsure over everything after all. His parents had always told him what he should do and what was right, and now here he was, doing the exact opposite with their enemy. And yet, he didn't feel like handing Harry over to them. He felt himself changing little by little the more he spent time in his company.

It was late at night when Harry came back to the Slytherin dormitories.

"I seem to be unable to stay away from you," Harry grinned, crawling into bed with Draco.

"Are you okay?" Draco asked seriously, opening his arms and pulling Harry towards his chest.

The grin disappeared. "What's wrong?" Draco insisted.

"I, um, didn't actually know this could happen…" Harry mumbled and his words trailed off.

"Tell me," Draco said his voice firm.

"It seems I'm pregnant," Harry said, his voice was so soft, but the words came through loud and clear.

"You? What? No…" Draco couldn't believe what was happening. It could not happen, not to him, not now. He tried to compose himself; his parents had always told him that a Malfoy should always be composed... "But, you have been using protection, haven't you?"

It was clear from the look on Harry's face that that was not the response he was expecting.

"Merlin, Potter, how could you have been so careless?" Draco resorted back to old habits in sheer confusion. He hadn't called Harry by his last name ever since they had gotten together. It had been weird in the beginning but slowly, he'd welcomed the change. However, now it seemed there was more change to come. Harry's face was pink, and Draco felt sorry for his outburst, but he was scared. What did this mean for him? He had to make a decision, which world he would choose? Until now, he'd been on the sidelines. Could he really give up all he knew for someone else? Could he really become...someone else? A ...father? His own father tried to force him to take the mark, and fight against somebody he loved…. Draco realised he would fight him until his dying breath. It wasn't a thought worthy of a Malfoy, but he wasn't just a Malfoy any longer, was he? Being with Harry was changing him, it had already changed something within him.

"I didn't know that could even happen," Harry said in his defense. "Why didn't you tell me that it could happen?"

"You mean you had no idea?"

Harry shook his head, climbing out of the bed slowly, as if he was going to attempt to run for it.

"Harry, I'm sorry." Draco said. Harry still looked skittish. "Come here." He couldn't handle seeing his lover looking frightened, especially not from him. It seemed that the Draco Malfoy who rejoiced at others' fear was gone. . Something inside Draco longed to soothe Harry, to calm his lover despite his own war inside.

"I didn't know, do you really think I would want to get pregnant when I need to defeat Voldemort?"

"You and our child are going nowhere near him," Draco insisted with a fierceness he didn't know he had. Harry's expression looked like he was just slapped. "What?" Draco asked, dropping his voice.

"You have never spoken to me like that," Harry said slowly.

"Well, you know you're a Gryffindor idiot, I don't want you getting hurt..." Draco attempted to sound snarky, but he knew he failed when Harry grinned at him. He was really losing his touch.

"You really care about me, don't you?" Harry asked.

"Of course," Draco insisted. "I just wish I knew…" Draco decided to leave the words unspoken, the accusation that they messed up, in such a difficult time in their lives, they now had a pregnancy to deal with, and he was having a child with the Boy-Who-Lived. "I hope that your luck will keep you alive and safe for another nine months."

Harry laughed. His hand went through his messy hair, as if attempting to push it back from his face.

Draco watched his boyfriend as Harry's hand reached for his stomach and he placed a careful hand on it. "I can't believe it," Harry whispered.

"I think you need to spend the night in the Gryffindor dormitories," Draco said suddenly. He hated having to send Harry away, but he knew Harry had to tell his friends. The sooner he told them, the longer they would have to adjust to this new reality. Draco had realised that Harry meant the world to him, and he wasn't intending on letting Harry's friends try to keep them apart. He would change, he wouldn't be like his own father, he would be there for Harry, and for their unborn child. And he wanted to be part of their group too, if he was going to fight against everything he knew, he needed them to accept him.

"What? Why?"

"I think you ought to tell your friends, Harry," Draco said and he meant it.

"Come with me," Harry said, grabbing Draco's hand desperately. Draco shook his head, but pulled Harry in for a hug, kissing his forehead.

"They will accept it, I think. They're your friends," Draco said, despite his own hesitation. He had agreed with Harry that they should keep things between them until after they finished school and the war had ended one way or another. Draco supposed now the war could only end one way: the Dark Lord had to die. Harry would never stop fighting and Draco realised that he would do anything to keep him safe. The choice had been made. So Harry left the Slytherin common room with a slightly puzzled look on his face. Draco sighed. He knew the next day was not going to be fun.

When Draco reached the Great Hall the next morning, he saw his lover adding a large stack of bacon pancakes to his plate. He heard Harry's friends talking, and stopped to listen to what was going on.

"Mate," Ron said. "You just can't be pregnant. It's very rare, and for you to get pregnant now is probably the worst time in the world…"

"Um, Ron, boys can't get pregnant!" Hermione said, very loudly, and a couple of people at the table stared at her.

One of the Weasley twins had clearly overheard her, and the two of them plopped down on either side of Harry. "Hermione Granger, you might be very clever in terms of books and things," he started.

"But, you will find that in this case, you are very wrong." The other added.

"Wizard males can get pregnant when they are in a romantic relationship with another man," Ron finished for his brothers, before they could find a less subtle or tactful way of saying it.

"Oh, so Harry's gay…" It wasn't clear if this was a statement or a comment, but Harry nodded, and placed another spoonful of bacon pancakes into his mouth. Draco realised he had been spotted when Harry's face split into a grin.

'Soppy Gryffindor,' Draco thought with affection. He was tempted, sorely tempted, to walk over there, damn the consequences. But it wasn't the right place and time to show his new allegiance and new self.

He saw Harry's sigh as he tried to ignore him. He hoped his eyes were telling Harry that he just wanted Harry to tell them that he wasn't ashamed of Harry, but the side he was being pushed into choosing. His father's words seemed to echo in his head about how soon he would take the dark mark and make the Malfoy family proud. Draco barely managed not to grimace. Now it would not happen. The Draco who would have even thought about choosing the mark and the Dark Lord over his boyfriend had left when he'd heard he'd be a father. He may lose his own father, and perhaps his mother because of it, but it didn't really matter. His child would be safe. He wondered if she would choose him and her unborn grandchild above her husband. That hope spurred something inside him. Surely she didn't want Draco to be a pawn of the Dark Lord.

"Harry Potter!" It was Ginny Weasley, who was approaching the table with a sour expression. "Professor McGonagall says you are off the team."

"I didn't say that," Harry argued, but a blushed crept onto his cheeks.

"What's wrong with you?" Ginny asked, looking him up and down.

"I need to find another seeker because I currently shouldn't be flying, Madam Pomfrey's orders."

"You look fine to me." Ginny observed him carefully.

"Oh for Merlin's sake," Harry said, swallowing a big mouthful of bacon pancakes before adding. "I'm pregnant."

Ginny's mouth fell open, and Draco was close to laughing. "I—" Ginny stuttered.

"You're going to swallow a doxie with your mouth open like that," Draco said, unable to contain himself. He was met with stares from the Gryffindor table.

"This is none of your—" Ron started, but Harry had put a hand on his friend's shoulder.

He looked to Harry awestruck, but Harry had taken another bite of pancakes. The entire table was waiting for him to swallow the mouthful and speak.

"He's the dad," Harry said. 'Oh shit,' Draco thought, wishing he had the sense to remain silent, but it was too late now. What was Harry doing to him?

"You mean… you and him?" Ron said, jerking his head towards Draco.

Harry blushed furiously. "This is why I didn't want to tell you."

Hermione was looking at Draco as if appraising him like a prized Knarl, and found him wanting.

"Please," Harry said slowly. "Can't you all just try to get along? For me?"

"I will if he does," Ron said bitterly. It was clear he had no belief that the blond Slytherin could uphold such a request.

Draco managed to not roll his eyes, and Harry budged up to make room for him at the table. Everyone else started muttering, especially those who hadn't heard what the conversation was about. Harry reached for Draco's hand beneath the table, and Draco squeezed reassuringly. Draco wasn't sure if this was for Harry's benefit or his own. Draco felt an overwhelming love for the Gryffindor.. Harry had been so brave for so long, he longed to protect him. It wasn't that he felt Harry couldn't take care of himself, simply that he believed Harry deserved better. Draco would be that better for him.

Hermione seemed to take this slightly better than Ron, especially after Draco told them that he had had his doubts when he'd seen how much smarter she was than him, but he'd continued for his parents. He told them how being with Harry had made him slowly see things differently, but he'd been afraid, however, now, he was pushing the fear aside, and needing to take a stand for his child. He also apologised to both Hermione and Ron for the way he had treated them.

"After all," Draco said, trying to sound carefree, but failed. "You are an important part of Harry's life; he needs you."

"What if he is lying?" Ron asked the other two, throwing him a suspicious glance.

Draco laughed. He couldn't help it. "Do you think Harry would be so easily fooled by a pretty face that you need to protect him?"

"Come off it," Harry muttered. "You two aren't even trying."

"If you think this is going to be some type of miraculous rebirth, you are very much mistaken…"

It turned out Hermione was wrong, and that once Draco let his guard down around the Gryffindors, it was easy to tell that the snark wasn't in response to him thinking himself better than them, but rather a defense mechanism and they all saw his new self, his true self emerging from the ashes.

The pregnancy was the gossip of the school for months after it happened. Muggleborns gaped and stared at Harry, not knowing that it could happen to a boy. The Pureblood's, on the other hand, thought Draco was stupid for staying with Harry.

Harry was chatting happily with Ron, Hermione and Draco when a Slytherin walked passed them in the hall and simply glared at Draco before walking down the passage.

"Do you want me to deck him?" Ron asked and Draco was shocked at their transformation. He could see that the redhead actually meant his words.

By now, Harry had put on quite a lot of weight, and it was clear all his robes were way too small. He was constantly snacking on Bertie Bott's beans or potato chips, despite Hermione insisting it wasn't healthy putting that much junk food into his body.

"It's yummy, 'Mione," Harry said, offering the others each a bean as well. Hermione eyed them suspiciously before declining, but Ron took one that was white and he said it tasted like chalk. Draco took a red one that he promptly spat back out into an embroidered handkerchief. This just caused Harry to laugh. It was clear the change Harry's friends were having on him and Draco welcomed it.

"Would you stop pacing?" Ron asked. Draco just glared at him. They had just rushed Harry into the emergency room; he'd been having cramping that would trigger pains in his scar. It seemed that the news of the pregnancy had travelled all the way to the Dark Lord.

Hermione stood up from her chair and placed a hand on Draco's shoulder. "Calm down," she said with a small smile. "The healers know what they're doing."

"I just can't stand the thought of him getting hurt anymore," Draco admitted, and the honesty dropped the room into a comfortable silence.

"I know Draco," Hermione said kindly. It seemed she'd realised that Draco loved Harry, despite either of them ever saying the words.

"Mr Malfoy, you can come in now," the healer said. Harry looked bone-white and covered in sweat, and Draco rushed to his side.

"I love you, idiot, you better not die on me," Draco said softly.

"Did nobody tell you? I am the Boy-Who-Lived; I don't plan on breaking that record now." His expression was tired, and soon enough the healer rushed them out of the room. They were going to have him take a Dreamless Sleep Draught and then do a type of a c-section.

As Harry fell asleep, Draco felt Harry's hand go limp. It felt like seconds and hours at the same time until Draco heard it—the sound of a baby crying.

"It's a boy, Mr Malfoy," the healer told them, handing over the small pink bundle.

"He is so tiny," Draco said, sitting down before letting the healer hand over the small bundle. Draco couldn't help but smile as he observed the fingers on the smallest hand he had ever seen. He had never held a newborn before, and he was slightly nervous he would drop him. He'd been determined before, but now that he was actually holding his baby and seeing his tiny smile, Draco knew that now more than ever, that he would do everything and anything to protect the little bundle in his arms, even go up against his own to and possibly hurt them.

A couple of days went by while the healers made sure Harry and the baby were healthy enough to go home. Or, in Harry's case, back to school. In the time of Harry's pregnancy, Draco had been thinking how they were going to finish their final year of schooling. When Narcissa heard of the news, she had chosen to leave Lucius and seek shelter from The Order of The Phoenix.

"I finally figured out a pain worse than this stupid scar," Harry muttered.

"Oh yeah?" Ron asked.

"Childbirth," he said, making Ron wince, and Draco chuckled.

Harry was snacking on a bag of potato chips, and carelessly wiped it on his robes that were now way too large for him.

"Why don't you change into the new ones?" Hermione asked him curiously.

"These are comfy, and it reminds me of him. I miss him," Harry said with a soft melancholy sigh.

"We will be with Scorpius soon enough," Draco said, taking his hand.

"Yeah, as soon as I dispose of a certain evil wizard who now intends to find our Scorpius and use him against us."

The three other people in the room, including Draco, went pale upon hearing his words. They all preferred not to think about it. Although, in the end, Draco knew his mother and son would be safe at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Dumbledore would make sure of it. The old man had to, or else… Draco didn't know what he'd do.

"No matter what happens, we are all in this together," Draco said out loud, and the Gryffindors looked at him. His words didn't seem like him at all, but that him wasn't really him any longer. Draco knew that his relationship with Harry had changed a lot of his outlook on life, and in a sense gave him a new lease on life. There was something more important than keeping himself safe now. Someone, or two, worth fighting for. And in the end, he'd gained Ron and Hermione as well.

"Draco, what if you need to go up against your father?" Hermione asked, a mild look of concern overshadowing her face.

"He better hope he is a faster draw at his wand," Draco said firmly. There was no hesitation, because Draco knew that his father would have none. He couldn't lose his family now and Draco's thoughts flickered to his baby's smile, one he hadn't seen in weeks. No matter what, he had chosen his side, and the new Draco would protect his own until the very last of breaths.