"I'm sure it's just a stomach bug." Hermione was babbling away, sat in a chair next to the examination table Harry was currently perched atop of. "Everyone throws up sometimes, right?"

Harry merely sighed and directed his gaze down to the trash can in his lap. He wished Hermione would stop fretting, as it only made him more nervous. Sure, it was probably just a stomach virus. People had been getting those lately, and perhaps it was finally Harry's turn. But what if it wasn't? What if it was something much worse, something fatal? What if Harry was going to die? Harry began to hyperventilate at this thought.

"Alright!" a friendly voice interrupted Harry's thoughts, and he looked up to see the Healer who was taking care of him. "I have some very exciting news. Now, it's very rare that this happens, so you should be very proud."

Harry and Hermione both stared at the Healer, who was dressed in pale green robes and holding a clipboard. The Healer smiled at the pair of them, then took a breath.

"Mr. Potter...you're pregnant."

Harry's lips moved soundlessly. No. This couldn't be happening, this shouldn't be happening. The Healer had to be wrong, there was no way that males could get pregnant. It was impossible. But yet, the more Harry thought about it, the more he started to believe it. This was the Wizarding World, after all. Things like male pregnancies could be possible here, as most things that Harry had thought impossible before turned out to be.

"What the fuck?! Excuse me?!" Harry was finally able to say, though his hoarse voice didn't give his words the effect he had planned for. "I must have heard you wrong."

"No, actually. Male pregnancies can occur, but only if you take a Fertility Potion." the Healer replied. "And, it seems you were impregnated just last night. Congratulations!"

Fertility Potion. Shit. Shit. No wonder Harry had discovered he had an extra Hangover Potion that morning, he had taken a Fertility Potion by mistake! They were both the same color, so it was easy for him to get them mixed up. He must have drunkenly bought the Fertility Potion one night, as he'd never buy it on purpose.

"Oh, Harry!" Hermione was suddenly hugging him. "That's so amazing! These kinds of pregnancies are so rare, I can't believe it happened to you. I could help you!"

"Well, Minister Granger, I think it would be better if the father was there with him as well." The Healer kindly suggested.

"Wait." Harry said shakily. "I...I don't know who the father is. I mean, I obviously...had sex last night. But I don't know with whom."

The Healer gave him a bright smile. "Well, I actually did a paternity test. And it just so happens that the father works right here, at St. Mungo's!"

That didn't make any sense. Harry knew, of course, that the person to impregnate him had to be of magical origin. It was common sense. But he was really sure that he had gone to a Muggle club last night, not a Wizarding one.

"Did you hear that, Harry?" Hermione asked, breaking Harry out of his thoughts. "The father works here! That'll be great, he's a Healer so he'll have to know a lot about these things. The Healer's gone off to get him."

"Yeah. Sure. That's great." Harry chewed on his lip, lost in thought. "Hermione, I'm scared."

"Scared?" Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Scared of what, exactly?"

"Well...I always have drunken sex, y'know? I don't ever remember any of the guys I've ever slept with. I don't remember this guy who impregnated me, and I'm fearful he'll be mad when he finds out that I'm pregnant. This whole thing that I have, there isn't supposed to be any attachments at all, and now I'm bloody pregnant! I can't do this, Hermione."

Hermione gave Harry a firm look. "Yes, you can. I'm going to be here for you, remember? And that guy better be happy he's going to have a child, or I'm going to have to hex some sense into him. You aren't giving up that child."

Harry gave her a grateful smile, then looked up as he heard footsteps approaching.

"Really, Healer Rhalson, I don't get why this case is so special." came a drawling voice. "I was just about to prune the girl who has flowers growing out of her skin, up on the fourth floor."

"Don't you worry, I have a feeling you'll like this one." Healer Rhalson replied, pushing open the door.

Harry's eyes widened as an all too familiar figure stepped into the room.

Grey eyes, slicked back blonde hair, straight posture, drawling voice. He'd know that man anywhere.

Draco Malfoy's eyes widened, and he turned to give his coworker an incredulous look.

"What the hell-"

"Mr. Potter!" the Healer smiled. "I'd like you to meet the father of your child, Healer Malfoy."