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Trade Mistakes: Chapter 11

Harry shivered slightly in the hospital gown Madame Pomfrey had forced him into as soon as he walked into the hospital wing. The baby shifted and Harry flinched as a kick was aimed at his ribs. He looked longingly at the clock over the door and Harry wished it was 5:00 already so he could go see Draco. Suddenly the door to Poppy's office flew open and Harry jumped.

"You know the drill, Potter," she shouted and Harry crossed his arms over his chest as he crossed the room and perched at the edge of the bed. He stared ahead as Poppy took his vitals. Finally she pushed him back onto the bed. Harry shifted his feet into the stirrups without prompt from the nurse. She made a clucking noise as she poked around. Finally she patted him on the knee and moved away. She murmured the spell which showed the baby growing in his stomach.

"Everything is advancing well, Potter," Poppy said. "You can see the little fingers and toes attached to those tiny little hands and feet. The baby is the right size for six months. Everything is good." She moved to end the spell when Harry grabbed her arm.

"I…I would like to know the sex of the baby, Madame Pomfrey," he said quietly, looking like a small child. She smiled at him and enhanced the spell so she could see. She scanned the screen for a few moments before smiling at Harry.

"It's a little girl, Potter," she said and Harry gave her a watery smile. She printed him off a copy of the picture and gave him a rare smile as she left the room, telling him to leave the gown on the bed before he left.

Draco took a shaky breath as he blinked his uncovered eye open. Albus Dumbledore was dosing quietly in the chair next to his bed. Draco licked his lips as he reached out a shaky hand for the glass of water on the bedside table. His shoulder, which had been pulled out of the socket at some point, sent a sharp pain down his arm. Draco cried out in pain as he dropped the glass of water. Dumbledore jumped, reaching for his wand as his eyes flew open. His worried gaze fell on Draco, who was breathing hard and his pale cheeks were stained pink.

"I'm-I'm sorry!" Draco whispered, his left eye wide. He whimpered as Dumbledore swished his wand to clean up the mess. Dumbledore perched on the edge of his chair and gave Draco a small smile.

"It's alright, Draco, just an accident," Dumbledore said quietly, knowing Draco would have been punished for less by his father. "How are you feeling, Draco? I know you have been through a lot the past five months."

Draco swallowed thickly, staring at his bony leg that was propped up on a pillow. Healer Jones had talked to him about his injuries the night before. His knee had been shattered and then left to heal without being properly set. The healers had had to re-break his knee and then re-set it. Healers Jones had told him that he would probably always walk with a limp and it would be a long time before he would probably be able to walk at all.

"I…I'm still in pain," Draco began, clearing his throat. "But it's a lot better than it has been, Professor."

"I will talk to the healers and see if they can make you more comfortable, Draco. You're becoming stronger with everyday you've been here and your body should be able to take on more magiv soon." Albus said, holding a new glass of water up to Draco's mouth so the boy could sip from the straw.

"Thank you, sir," Draco whispered. "For everything."

"I only wish we could have found you sooner, my dear boy," Albus said and Draco closed his eye against the tears. "We searched for you everywhere, performed raid after raid on your father's property. We even searched your aunt Bella's home. We found you wand about a month ago during a raid on the Carrow's property. Of course the last spell it showed was the killing curse that killed Horace Slughorn, but it also showed that it was not you that cast it.

"You have been so strong, Draco, and so brave. A lesser man would have been absolutely mad after everything your father has put you through. And I must apologize, Draco. Unlike Harry, I didn't have total faith in you. At first I believed that it was you who had killed Horace. I am so sorry I lost faith in you."

Albus wiped tears from his eyes as Draco kept his gaze locked on his knee. Finally he looked up.

"How did he get my wand?"

"It seems Mr. Morris has been romantically involved with Pansy Parkinson." Even with everything Draco was going through he couldn't help but smile when he imagined Blaise's reaction. "He had Pansy take your wand and apparently you didn't use it enough that day to notice the fake she planted."

"I…I thought Harry would…would…find me…" Draco whispered as his eyes filled with tears again. He looked down, ashamed.

"And had I allowed him to leave the castle, he would have," Albus said gently. "once we found out that Harry was pregnant, it wasn't safe for either the child or Harry to leave the safety of the castle." Draco gave a small smile while he thought about the stubborn Gryffindor that he loved.

"Are Harry and that baby going to be okay?" Draco asked quietly. Albus chuckled, surprising Draco.

"How very un-Slytherin of you, Draco. But Harry had an appointment with Madame Pomfrey today to make sure everything is progressing as it should."

"Have I missed much? With his pregnancy, I mean."

"Well, he turned Mr. Weasley's hair purple once." Draco snorted, wince at the pain it caused. "And he once caused a minor fire in the kitchen when the house elves didn't know how to make lasagna. But the Weasely's, Ms. Granger and your friend Mr. Zambini have helped him a lot. Even Severus seems to have a soft spot for our dear Harry."

Draco smiled, burrowing down in his bed as Albus offered him the pain potion Healer Jones had sent in. He fell asleep before Dumbledore left the room.

Harry moaned in pleasure as he dropped down in the plush chair next to Draco's bed. He crossed one leg over the other and dug into his bowl of pineapple ice cream with caramel sauce and carrots on top. His ankles were swollen, his back sore, and he couldn't sleep because his daughter kept kicking his ribs. Although Harry was uncomfortable, he would never complain since he knew Draco had things much worse.

Draco whimpered in his sleep, his head moving back and forth. He was breathing heavy and a small spell above his bed showed his heart was beating fast.

"No," He whimpered, shutting his eye tight. "Please! No! Don't touch me!"

Harry leaned over with a sigh, gently placing a hand on Draco's arm. When that didn't wake Draco up, he shook his arm slightly. "Drake?" Draco's eye flew open and he let out a gasp.

"Harry," He said, gasping for breath with a sad smile on his face. He looked away sheepishly as he whispered: "sorry, nightmare."

"It's okay, babe," Harry said, giving his boyfriend an encouraging smile as he took another bit of his ice cream concoction.

"Gross," Draco mumbled, wrinkling his nose in disgust as he took a long sip of water. Harry shrugged, popping a carrot into his mouth and biting into it with a loud crack. His eyes twinkled as Draco shook his head slightly. "How did it go with Poppy?" Draco asked before Harry could ask about the inured boy's day.

Harry smiled, pulling the ultrasound picture out of his bag as he sat his ice cream down. He sat on the edge of Draco's bed, freezing slightly when Draco gasped and pulled away. The blonde took a steading breath before nodding his head, allowing Harry near him. Harry took Draco's hand, turning the picture so Draco could see it with his one good eye.

"It's a girl," the pregnant teen whispered and Draco gave a small laugh. He raised a shaky finger, trailing it over the blurry blob that Harry swore was growing inside of him.

"I'm going to be a horrible father," Draco whispered, looking at Harry with a worried expression.

"No, Harry argued, bending down and kissing Draco's cheek. Draco flinched but neither boy brought any attention to it. "You're perfect," Draco Malfoy, and you are going to be a perfect father."

The two boys sat together, enjoying each other's company until Draco drifted off. "I love you," Harry whispered to the sleeping boy. "And I'm never going to give up on you. Ever."

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