Disclaimer : You know I dun own anything, I just own my little slashy fantasies about the characters in the HP. Harry Potter...well...it still belongs to J.K. Rowling, so dun you dare to sue my already poor life.

Beta : Thanks to my lovely beta, Alizea...You're great sis...*wink*

Chapter 2

Draco layed lazily on his plush sofa. His eyes shut and his body relaxed. He rubbed a small circle on his stomach gently. He was almost asleep but he knew better than to fall asleep with that lecherous man in his apartment. He didn't want to be caught off guard if Ferrol tried to take advantage of his position. That was the kind of reputation he had.

"What do you want? It's almost midnight; I think it's not polite to visit someone in the middle of the night. You're lucky I don't hex you and throw you out of my house." Draco said in an icily tone.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, sleeping beauty. I'm here to collect what you promised me." Ferrol replied in a low growl. He seductively moved his body closer to Draco. He deeply considered touching Draco's beauty porcelain skin but he quickly discarded that thought as he didn't want to see if Maloy's threat would come true. Harry Potter was really a lucky man. Somehow he managed to have both Malfoys in his possession. Ferrol envied him but he also hated Potter too. Because of Harry, Draco only permitted him to touch and nothing more, just to make Harry jealous. It was such a pity to see such a beautiful man hung up on such a mediocre wizard. Ferrol knew he shouldn't complain, after all, he was being paid to help Draco make his lover angry. But he couldn't help desire the young man. His beautiful blonde hair, deep grey eyes, flawless skin, and bright red lips all called out to Ferrol, begging to be caressed, kissed, bitten, and brought to submission. This was completely unfair.

"Why don't you come by tomorrow at a normal time, like normal people? I need sleep, I have work, or have you forgotten you moron?" Draco opened his eyes and pushed himself up into a sitting position. He glared at the blue haired man who seated himself casually on the love seat across. Ferrol grinned as if egging Malfoy to cast his spell. And for a short moment Draco gave the idea some ground to flourish. Fortunately, Ferrol saw the determination in his eyes; his smile melted away into a tight lipped frown, his stone eyes crumbled into a look of unease and his relaxed body went tense. He might actually hex me. I don't have time for this. I need cash!

"Yes...I know...butifIdontgivethemsomemoneytonighttheywillkillme..." Ferrol blurted out in one long breath. He gazed at Draco for a long time hoping he understood the seriousness of his situation. This was the reason he showed up at Draco's home so late in the night.

"What? Try saying that again, slowly. I don't understand what you're talking about." A part of Draco didn't trust Ferrol. This could be another one of his schemes to get him in bed but the blue haired man's fidgety behavior told him otherwise.

"I mean...they will kill me if I don't give them some money tonight!" cried Ferrol as he pulled at his blue hair. If he didn't give them money tonight they were going to tear him to pieces and feed him to wild dogs. Just the thought of this rocked his body in fear. He needed to convince Draco to pay him. After all, Malfoy promised to pay him for his job. They were pretending to be lovers in order to make Potter jealous. Draco wanted his lover to finally leave his husband, thought this plan was childish. Harry Potter being married to Lucius made him Draco's step-father by default. He couldn't understand why Draco would want to be caught up in such an immoral affair. But he wasn't a better man to judge. Ferrol had known what it was like to desire someone he wasn't allowed to be with. Yes, it was a long time ago, but from time to time his heart would be set a flutter to a memory of Edward. As much as he wanted to be with Edward, and he the same, they weren't meant to be; Edward was his cousin's husband. Neither of them wanted to cause a familial scandal. Not being able to be happy with this man drove Ferrol to fill his sexual appetite with as many partners as possible but none of them meant anything, they were just bodies. They gave him temporary pleasure. Because of this, Ferrol's reputation had a habit of preceding him. How many had called him a whore or a slut? He was just a broken-hearted man, trying to forget his problems. Only one man was worthy of his heart. Tonight, however, Ferrol couldn't bring himself to preoccupied with his past or Draco's business. All he wanted was the money, as per his employment.

"They...? What do you mean? Who are they?" Draco asked in a curious tone.

"I...I often play at the casinos owned by some of the wizards you see...a...and...I..."

"You lost and you owe them money? How brilliant, Ferrol! You want me to give you my money to help you save your sorry ass from that casino boss? Sorry, Ferrol, that's none of my damn business. I don't care what they do to you. I won't give you one cent from my pocket." Draco hissed. He rose from his seat and motioned Ferrol to get out of his flat. When Ferrol woke him suddenly in the middle of the night he was annoyed, now, he was angry. He had no plans to give Ferrol any kind of money. It wasn't his fault that Ferrol was a loser and an idiot.

"But...you've..."

"Promised you? Heh, I didn't think you were this stupid. You really took my word for it? I mean, really, who trusts what people say anymore? I have no intentions of paying you, especially, given your current situation. They were just words Ferrol, nothing more. Now, GET THE FUCKING OUT!" Draco barked. He crossed his arms as he waited for the man with blue hair to exit. In actuality, he was going to pay Ferrol as promised, but when he heard the reason why he needed the money Draco refused to pay such a fool.

"Y-You used me...after all of this! You're telling me you're not going to pay me!?" Ferrol shouted. Why did he lie to him? He trusted him! He helped him! He deserved payment.

"Get out you MORON!" Draco yelled, giving Ferrol one last attempt to leave without being hexed.

"Y-You...will regret this...Malfoy." Ferrol said in but a whisper before leaving. There was no need to try and argue with the likes of Draco. No, there was no need when he planned to make Draco regret his treachery. Perhaps The Daily Prophet would be interested in Draco's affair with Potter. Yes, perhaps it was time for the public to be made aware of this twisted lover-triangle. It was bound to make headlines. And the one person who mattered most would read it. Draco Malfoy. Yes, he will regret betraying Ferrol.

"Just you wait...Draco Malfoy..."

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"He's such a fool! Who does he think he is...threatening me!? It's not like he did anything. He's still with that old man. Why should I let him get to me? If he causes any kind of trouble it won't hurt me. No, it'll just hurt them. Yes, it will hurt them. Then he will see. He'll come back to me and leave that disgusting old man. I will have you...Harry James Potter..." Draco sighed as he lazily stroked his stomach in content. His hand circled around the small lump forming. It had been a shock a few weeks ago when Jonathan, his healer, told him he was pregnant. How was it possible for a wizard to have children? The only answer offered was, though it was very rare for men to have children in the wizarding world, it was possible. Unfortunately, Draco was one of the few cases of male pregnancy. Jonathan told him he was lucky to have such an experience. How many men can say they have had a life growing within them? As his healer, Jonathan promised to care for Draco until he gave birth. It had taken a few weeks for him to accept his current state. He wanted more than anything to tell Harry but only if they were an item. This was the reason Harry had to leave Lucius and be with him. He had no intentions of stopping until Potter realized they were meant to be together.

He wanted to kill Jonathan when he said that he was lucky. There was nothing about this experience that made him lucky. But he remembered he needed a healer to help him. He was all alone in this. Jonathan gave him some warnings and advice for a healthy pregnancy. He spoke to Draco in his usual flippant manner as if this happened all the time. He complained about having many patients as he pushed a confused Draco out his office. He smiled and told him not to worry, everything was going to be alright.

When he got back home he sat on his bed staring at the ceiling. His mind was empty. He didn't know how to react, how to feel, it was all so surreal. He remained like this for over an hour until he felt something. From deep within a faint push told him, yes, he was going to have a baby. A warm feeling settled over his whole body and suddenly he was smiling. This was real and not some kind of cruel joke. Harry...this was Harry's child.

"Harry..." Draco whispered sadly. If only he could just tell Harry the truth. But now was not the right time. He wanted to tell Harry once they were back together. He and his baby needed Harry and not his father. He wished he could kill his father. It was Lucius who had seduced Harry away. He needed to make Lucius pay for hurting him. He swore to himself he would do whatever it takes to get Harry back, even if it meant killing Lucius in the process.

"Oh, you recognize your other father's name already?" Draco chuckled; he felt the flutters like the first day he realized he was pregnant. He caressed his stomach again. For a moment he frowned. He remembered there was a time when he cursed being pregnant and wanted nothing more than to have an abortion. But as the movement from within grew stronger with each passing day, he realized, he couldn't end this life. It wasn't his right. This baby was a part of the love he had for Harry; this baby was innocent. The more he thought like this the more he understood he was not alone anymore. This child challenged him to be a worthy parent; if it wasn't for this baby Draco wasn't sure if could be so strong. There were so many times he had seen Harry with Lucius, carelessly showering his love and adoration for Lucius in public. It had taken so much strength not to cause a scene or to break down a cry. No, he needed to be strong for his child to be. He would be strong and win Harry back.

"You hear sweetheart...I'll do anything for you...anything...even if I must stab my own father just to give you a family. I want you to be happy..." Draco yawned and closed his eyes. He needed to get some sleep. He had work tomorrow. After Ferrol's interruption he only had six hours of sleep left before he had to get up. He cursed Ferrol, but he felt happy too, he was confident his plans would work out. For now, he'll rest for whatever he might have to face from Ferrol. While he wasn't sure what this man might do, he would be prepared. Nothing was going to stop him from getting what he wanted.

-Tbc-