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Schermionie – All the chapters are named after songs, so Day Dream was just a song I was listening to when I wrote the chapter and it fitted the mood of their visit to Hogsmeade x

Chapter 3 – Dancing in the Dark

"This isn't the hospital wing," Malfoy croaked finally waking up. He was lying in the most comfortable bed he had ever slept in. The blankets seemed to wrap themselves around him and kept him comfortably warm rather than hot. There were no other beds in the room only his. The room was clean and pleasantly furnished; there were pictures on the wall of beautiful landscapes and even a potted plant stood in the far corner.

"You're in St Mungos," a voice replies from beside him. He looked over and saw Professor Black sitting beside him in a comfortable plush sofa. He raised his eyebrow but she appeared to sense his question, "When a student is admitted here its customary for their head of house to stay until their parents arrive," she hesitated, "Professor Snape had a full timetable and couldn't possibly find cover for it and your parents…"

Malfoy turned his face away and looked at the ceiling, "They won't come," he murmured, "not now."

Black didn't quite know what to say. The last time Draco had seen his father, Lucius had tried to strangle his son and later had refused to have the boy back home for Christmas. Lucius had made it perfectly clear that he did not want the boy to be a part of his life.

Malfoy brought his face back to Black's and asked the most obvious question, "Why am I here?"

He thought she would say he had eaten something or he'd been jinxed without realising. Although it had been a while since open hatred had been shown to him, a quiet jinx in the corner would not be the first time. The sympathetic smile that she gave him and the way she took his hand in hers told him that it was a lot more serious than he thought.

Harry's eyes widened with shock. For a moment he thought that Black was joking but one look at her solemn face that was always demonstrating the happiest way to smile made him realise that the impossible had happened.

Black waited for Harry to calm down before she continued, "The pain in his stomach was his body preparing…his stomach had to grow a womb, Draco is pregnant."

Harry still couldn't take it in, it was impossible this must be a joke. It had to be a joke, "But Draco is a boy, he can't have children."

Black sighed, "Harry, under…" she chose her words carefully, "special circumstances it can happen. Draco is not the first man to get pregnant nor will he be the last. We know the circumstances, we know that Snape let him sniff a fertility potion of his own making and nobody could have foreseen this but the fact remains you and Draco are going to be parents." She took his hand in the same way she had taken Malfoy's. She of course had a special relationship with Harry that stretched beyond that of a teacher and pupil and so Dumbledore had decided that she should be the one to break this news to the boys.

Harry pulled his hand away as if scalded by the touch, "I'm too young…I can't be a father!"

He could see that she was trying to be as infinitely patient as Dumbledore would be at this point, "You don't have to have the baby, but that's a decision that needs to be made between the two of you. Draco's in more shock than you after all he's the one who has to carry it."

Harry flinched when he heard Draco's name. What had started out as an innocent affair had suddenly become a lot more serious and for the moment Harry needed to find a way to deal with it. "I think you should go and see Draco," Black said softly, "He really needs you right now. Now more than ever."

Harry nodded briefly, "Yeah," he said and rose to reach the door, "First I have to think about it."

He thought about it that day and the next day and the day after that. A week passed and Draco lay on his hospital bed in St Mungos in ever increasing bouts of pain as his stomach changed to accommodate the coming change. A womb had grown and an embryo had appeared but his body still had to get used to this most unnatural change. He cried a lot now. The nurses had warned him that his hormones would be racing in every direction possible and more and that crying for no reason was natural in these early stages. He wouldn't tell them that he had a reason to cry; Harry hadn't been to see him, he hadn't written or even sent a note of acknowledgement. Not even a get well soon card by Owl.

For Harry the days passed in a daze. He knew that he was going to be a father; he also knew that he wasn't ready to be a father. He was too young with no job and no security; he didn't even have his own house. Where would he and Draco take a baby? He couldn't have a child! Besides they were both men! What would that mean for them and the baby, the baby would have no concept of 'mother' how would that affect the child?

He was sitting outside on the eighth day wondering how he was going to cope with everything when he realised he was not alone; Dumbledore was there, inexplicably beside him. He had not walked over to join him nor had he appeared there, it felt as though he had just always been there. When Harry saw him it came to him that besides the odd visit in the hospital wing and of course at meal times Dumbledore was never seen walking around the corner or merely wandering around the school.

"Good afternoon Harry," the headmaster said pleasantly, apparently waiting for Harry to notice him, "I think it is time we talk."

Draco's eyes fluttered open and were immediately drawn to the colour beside him. A card? He pushed himself up on his elbows and reached over to it, his stomach no longer in agony when he moved, it had finally settled ready to nurture the life it would carry. He picked up the card and stared down at the greeting puzzled, 'Happy Birthday.' It was from the nurses on the ward but he couldn't understand why they would want to send him this. It took him a while to realise that today was indeed his birthday, his seventeenth birthday, his coming of age, the most important birthday in his life and he was spending it in a hospital room unloved with a baby in his newly formed womb.

The day nurse came in carrying his lunch on a tray. "We thought you'd never wake up," she said smiling. She placed the tray onto his lap and ruffled his hair affectionately, "Happy Birthday love. Oh and you'll be happy you've got a birthday visitor." Draco could barely bring himself to look up and smile. A visitor? No doubt Black or Dumbledore; both had been the only regulars to his room. His father had made it clear and in no uncertain terms that he was no longer welcome at the Malfoy household, indeed if it was within his power Draco was sure Lucius would have made it so that he was no longer a Malfoy and distance himself from his child completely. Harry had not visited, written, nothing. He hadn't bothered to check up on his lover and Malfoy knew that Harry knew exactly what condition Malfoy was in. He had asked Black on one of her routine visits to check up on him if she had told Harry. The thought that Harry knew what had happened and was unwilling to deal with the consequences hurt him almost as much as the thought that Harry didn't want him anymore and that what he had proclaimed to be love was nothing more than a quick shag behind the tapestries before a potions lesson.

There was a soft knock on the door. Malfoy rolled his eyes at the irony that it was Harry who should walk in. "Harry," he muttered without emotion. He wasn't surprised or happy or even sad; there was nothing.

"I'm sorry," Harry said as soon as he took the seat beside Malfoy, "I should have come sooner." Malfoy nodded but didn't say anything, "I just…I didn't know what to do and I'm sorry." There was an awkward silence between them; Malfoy was looking dead ahead deliberately not looking at his lover. "Draco?" Harry said eventually practically pleading.

Malfoy glanced across, "You didn't know what to do?" he replied quietly, "did you spare a thought for how I might be feeling?" Harry opened his mouth to speak but thought better of it and kept it shut instead he thought it would be better to let Malfoy have his moment and then they could make up. "I've been here on my own with nobody to talk to, nobody to comfort me except the nurses and you don't bother to even drop me a note," he turned his face away so that Harry would hear the anger but not see how hurt he actually was, "Why are you here?"

"I know I was wrong and I'm sorry," Harry said, taking Draco's hand hoping that the blond wouldn't pull away. Thankfully he didn't showing that things weren't so bad that they couldn't pull through. Harry leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to Malfoy's cheek. He smiled despite himself and in that moment understood and forgave Harry everything. "We need to talk," Harry murmured, placing a hand on Malfoy's stomach.

Outside Black and Dumbledore watched at a polite distance through the window. "See," Black said triumphantly, "I told you they'd get over it."

TBC