A Single Father

Polly Depp Weasley

Ship: Harry Potter (Top) and Draco Malfoy (Bottom)

Rated: M

Slash, explicit sex, mature language.

Harry Potter doesn't belong to me – even though I want it really bad.

Prologue

Harry's hands were shaking. His heart was pounding so hard he felt like throwing up. He looked at the redhead in front of him, so many adverse emotions that He couldn't choose one to focus on. He was angry, and yet was excited, and also felt a deep sadness, and fear, and happiness, and disgust, all at the same time. He didn't know what he should feel at that moment, and felt completely lost.

Ginny met him in high school. Sister of his best friend, had always been close as a great friend. Soon they had an affair, but Harry always felt strange in her presence. Not that he didn't like her, but there was something that did not fit very well, and that Harry could never understand what it was. Even when they went to college, Harry thought it was better to stay away, and then they broke up, having only a few rolls here and there. Harry felt his chest hurt when he thought he was still a virgin simply because he could not, in any way, go to bed with Ginny. After a while He noticed that he had different feelings toward boys. He had the desire, and Harry found himself doubting his own sexuality. Kept it for a long time, coming to finish college dating Ginny. She always found him a strange guy. Harry never passed the preliminary touches. He even said he was afraid to have sex simply because he was very bad at it, and the redhead, that couldn't stand anymore, even gave some escapades with Dean Thomas at the University. Of course, Harry never knew that, but even if he did, he would have understood.

At the end of the course, he decided it was time to try. Finally went to bed with Ginny, and heavens, he had so much struggle in the beginning. Even before he finished, he had decided he didn't like girls. Only loved Ginny very much, as a good friend, and so had managed to do something with her. Still, he had to think of another body, other hands over himself to get to the climax.

A week later they broke up, and she understood. Said she already suspected it and understood it completely. Anyway, they couldn't stay together. Ginny had been chosen to play in a sports club across the country, and decidedly wasn't going to give up going because of Harry ... So it was great that, after all, he was gay.

And now she was here, with moist eyes and trembling hands, with a newborn baby in her arms.

His son. Son of Harry Potter.

"I can't stay with him, Harry. I can't be a mom now. My career only begun and, God, I need to continue or I will have to abandon the dream of my life. If I knew that that one time we had sex was going to result in a baby, I swear you would die a virgin!", She said, pressing too hard the child in her arms.

"Ginny ... We can work it out, I know we can.", He tried to say, breathing heavily. His parents, before they died, had left him a wonderful heritage, that he only had access when he was 18, and it was still barely intact. He could sustain that child despite being in his job for less than a year, in a Law firm just few blocks away. " I'll take him, I'll take care of him ... We will take care of him together. We can even get married, if necessary, I...".

"Harry.", She interrupted him, raising a hand. "I do not want this child. If you won't take care of him, he goes to adoption.", She said gravely. "I can't be a mother. I said. It's still early. We can go to a notary, make the child's birth certificate. I'll give you full custody. I made an account on milk bank and I will pass it on to you.".

"Didn't you breastfeed him...?", He asked, and she shook her head.

"I have no milk.", Her eyes were dry as she said it.

"What ... What's his name?", Harry asked, and she sighed.

"I didn't give him any name, Harry. You choose a name for him. Can we go now? Or are you busy?", Ginny asked, and Harry was only able to swallow. He was a lawyer, he knew how things worked and could do everything that day, yes. But still ... He thought it was inhuman.

"And what your mother thinks that ...? And Ron ...?", He dared to ask, and she let out a chuckle, handing the bag with the belongings of the newborn in Harry's arms.

"They know. They find it absurd, but my mother managed to convince them that it was my decision and that I should do what I think it's right.", Ginny said, and his eyes dropped to the baby in his arms. She was in despair when she discovered she was pregnant. She knew she couldn't expect Harry to marry her and be the father of that child. He would never be happy married to a woman, and besides, it was her fault. She thought nothing would happen. Harry was very naive about these things, and she knew it. She knew it had to be her to teach him and simply ignored everything in a moment of weakness. Molly made her not abort the child. She insisted that she had the baby and asked, throughout the pregnancy, that she hand over the boy to Harry and not for adoption. As the mother she was, Molly spoke a few good words for Ginny, but understood her reasons in the end. At the end, she knew that Ginny would never be happy being a mother so early, and agreed not to say anything to her sons or Harry. If Ginny decided to give the boy to his father in the end, everyone would know, but if she decided to give the child for adoption it was better that no one knew. Ginny gave a sincere smile, looking at the child. "If it was in another time, Harry ... I would love to create him. But I wasn't born to be a mother. I wasn't born for this.", She spoke, putting for the first time the baby in his father's arms.

He was rather like Harry, but no one could tell right exactly. He was still with the wrinkled face, and slept peacefully. His hair was thin and black, and the mouth was closed in a pout. The man felt his heart drop into the stomach of so much love he felt for the baby ... His son. He thought that he would never have a child and swallowed forcefully. Ginny couldn't be judge by her decision. She had at least decided to have the child, rather than have it aborted. She decided to give it to his father, instead of depriving Harry to know he had a son. She was not a monster ... She was just trying to be happy, and it was not with a child she could.

"Why did you not tell me, Ginny?", He asked, half hurt. "I could have helped you. We could have gone through it together.".

The girl took a while to respond, choosing her words, and decided to be honest.

"I didn't know if I would give him to you or up for adoption. If I were to deliver it in an orphanage it was better that you didn't know of his existence. So you wouldn't... So you wouldn't be mad at me.", Ginny said, her eyes filling with tears. She lifted them up, trying to control the tears. "I didn't want you to think that ... I wanted your money, or that I just wanted to use you for care of the baby. I ... I know you would not do that, I know you, but ... I was so desperate, Harry ... So afraid ... I ...", She sobbed, closing her eyes tightly. She wouldn't cry in front of him. "I do not want you to hate me".

Harry smiled, sitting beside her and holding her with one arm, the other holding the baby gently.

"I would never hate you, Ginny. I love you. How often should I say this?", He asked, giving a kiss on the forehead of the woman.

They stood in silence for a time, until Harry broke it.

"When was he born?", Harry asked, stroking the chubby cheeks of the boy.

"Two days ago.", She said, holding the small foot, looking at him with some attention. "Ron is furious with me. Hermione is trying to calm him down ... Get ready. He'll probably call you in a while".

Harry smiled. Yes, Ron was furious. But he knew that he would calm after a while, it had always been like this.

"Can we go now? I ... I need to go back. My flight is already scheduled.", Ginny said, and Harry still bit his lip thoughtfully.

"Ginny ... Is ... Is that really you can't ..."

"Harry, do not insist, please. I had nine months to think about it, and now I really don't want to go back.", She was keen, and he took a deep breath. He nodded and went with her to the office.

After a long and tiring day, they went back to the apartment that Harry had bought. It was large, spacious with three bedrooms, a large kitchen, two environments room and a porch that had a view to the upper town. He needed to get a room for the baby, but at least he had the essential material to pass at least the first night.

Ginny was standing awkwardly in the room. He could see that she still had some weight she had gained in the pregnancy, but was still thin, freckled, red-haired, as he always remembered, her brown eyes looking the green of his with some admiration.

"Take care ... Take good care of him, Harry.", She said with a smile, and hugging him tightly before walking away. "I know you will be an amazing father to him".

Harry nodded, smiling at her. He escorted her to the door and when she left, he turned to the little one. The documents were all in his purse, and now ... well, now Harry James Potter was officially Albus Severus Potter's father, in tribute to two great men he had known in his life. He smiled, watching the baby, now awake, who gazed at him with some curiosity, as if trying to find out who he was. The man was impressed by its amazing green eyes, exactly like Harry's. Exactly like his mother's, Lily.

"Welcome, Albie.", He said, feeling the joy dominate his heart the same extent and proportion that despair. Now was a father.

A single father.

A/N.: Hello, guys! This is my first Drarry fic and I hope everyone will like it. I must add that English is not my first language and I don't have a beta, so it may have some mistakes.

I only translated it because a very dear, cute and lovely person called Nikitabell asked me to do it. It may take a while for I post the other chapters, since I have to write down in Portuguese first, and then translate it, but I'll post it as soon as I translate it!

Thank you for reading! Comment if you like it!