This story is a long one and I began at present and now we must rewind to see what caused Harry and Draco's life and love.
7 years ago.
When it all began.
Draco Malfoy's footsteps resonated through the empty halls of Hogwarts, late at night. He was fully dressed in his customary black suit, making his way to the Griffindor common room with a smug smile on his face. Hermione had asked to see him again and after they're recent passionate encounter he wasn't surprised that she wanted more. Draco half swaggered his way along the final part of corridor to the common room and when he reached the portrait, Hermione was waiting outside. Draco stopped short in front of her, smiling charmingly.
"I was surprised you hadn't asked me back earlier Granger." He purred.
"Not now Draco" she said firmly "But you do need to come in."
Draco eyed her curiously and nodded, guessing it must be important. Once Hermione knew he was compliant she faced the portrait and without mumbling a word it opened. Draco followed Hermione in, wondering why on earth the Fat Lady had such a sympathetic look on her face. When the door had closed and they were alone in the fire lit common room, Hermione faced him.
"You should sit." She mumbled, looking to the floor.
"Would you please tell me what's going on?" he sneered, sitting on one of the large red sofas. Hermione sat next to him.
"Look Draco - " she exploded " - the night we had a few weeks ago was nothing more than a once off, we agreed that, but I haven't been feeling well recently and at first I thought it was the flu but then I wasn't sure so I looked it up in the library and thought – "
"Could you get to the point?" Draco asked hesitantly.
Hermione looked him in the eyes momentarily and nodded understandably.
"Yes sorry, I'm babbling." Hermione stopped herself. "What I'm trying to say is, I took a test earlier and…Draco I'm pregnant."
Silence. Draco's eyebrows slowly formed a frown and shaking his head he began to smile in doubt.
"No. No it must be a mistake. I mean you can't be, I used a charm." His disbelieving smile turned to honest concern.
"I promise, believe me, I've checked three times." She said grimly.
"And are you sure it's mine?" asked Draco, slightly frantic.
"Yes, I haven't slept with anyone else."
Draco's eyebrows rose is gradual shock. He sat back, resting his elbow on the forearm of the sofa.
"Draco I'm not going to get rid of this baby…just so you know." She said timidly "I want to keep it."
Draco nodded at the floor, he wouldn't really of expected her to do otherwise.
"Are you alright? I mean, as alright as you can be?"
Draco smiled faintly.
"My father" he whispered.
Hermione nodded, extremely considerate of his situation. She'd met Lucius the odd time before and he never seemed a pleasant man.
"I know Draco, I know." She said, grimacing.
"Is that why the portrait let you out so late?" he asked suddenly, sounding surprised.
"Well yes, I had to tell her otherwise she'd have a screaming fit for me being out of bed."
"Won't she tell someone?"
"She promised not to mention it. Everyone will know soon enough anyway."
"Yes I suppose they will." He said, thinking of what was coming.
Hermione and Draco were extremely reserved in conversation for the next minute or two; nothing was heard but the crackling of the undying fire. Both teenagers stared in one direction or the other, trying to decide what to do next.
"It'll be okay in the end." Hermione croaked eventually, trying not to cry.
Draco looked at the girl and realised that she too was suffering and probably the most. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her in to him.
"I know Hermione."
An hour or so passed and Draco finally ambled back from the portrait into the empty halls of Hogwarts. Hermione had had time to think about what they were going to do next and thought it best if she told her parents and he didn't tell his. After all with everything going on in his family and who his family was they decided it for the best. They'd try and figure someway to protect their secret. As well as this Hermione was to tell Madame Pomfrey and Dumbledore in the morning, Draco accompanying her if he liked. Draco didn't have to tell anyone if he didn't wish to but Hermione had said she was going to tell her three best friends, Harry, Ron and Ginny, no matter how heavily they would take it. She promised that he wouldn't be made subject to ridicule for it, if she had anything to do with it, although she thought they most likely wouldn't. Well Ginny anyway. Draco agreed.
Draco was now on his way to the prefects bathroom, almost running in pace. Hermione's plans swam quickly through his head and soon his whole life was flashing before him. Draco held back an inevitable dry sob and ran the last yard to the prefects bathroom. He paced hurriedly to the farthest corner and sat, curled up in himself and began to cry.
He was in the middle of a mission, a mission from Voldemort. To kill his headmaster or his own neck was on the line; and now this. Draco wept pitifully. His future was decided; there was nothing he could do about it. He was going to be a father. Large sobs left Draco and he ran a hand through his thin blonde hair as they echoed around the cold room. He had three choices now. To die or to murder or to spend the rest of his life playing happy families with someone he didn't love and knew he never could. It may have seemed bitter of him to think this but the thing was, Draco was gay.