A/N: Look, guys, I'm not perfect. This is my first time ever writing Mpreg, and I can do what I want. Please don't criticize my writing style, okay? But anyways, I know that Harry seems like a bit of a slut, but he's just honestly experimenting. Second, I know that Healer Rhalson seems a bit meddling. That's just the way I'm making his character (and Hermione, a bit), because these sorts of pregnancies are considered rare, and they just want to keep a close eye on him and study him, sort of. You all can bitch at me all you want to, but I'm not changing anything I've written because to me, it's good.
Harry's heart began to sink as soon as Draco walked through the door, and he could feel it continuing to sink as Draco stared him down. There was no way he could've had sex with Draco Malfoy, and there was no way he'd ever be drunk enough to take Draco home. This had to be a mistake.
"This has to be a mistake." Draco said, voicing Harry's thoughts. "I believe you have the wrong man, Rhalson. I didn't have sex with Potter."
"Ah, so you two know each other! Good, that's very good." Healer Rhalson said, shoving his clipboard into Draco's hands. "If you take a closer look, Healer Malfoy, you'll see that the results are indeed correct. And that you are the father."
Harry watched as Draco's annoyed expression turned to one of shock, as he read down the clipboard. Then Draco lifted his head up to look at Harry, his face blank of any emotion.
"Did you, by chance, go to a Muggle club called Pulseline last night?" he calmly asked.
Harry pursed his lips as he tried to remember. He could hardly remember anything of last night, except...a bright sign reading Pulseline. He had gone into the club looking for some Muggles, and he had found a brown haired one who seemed pretty nice. He was sure he had gone home with that one.
"I did." Harry replied. "But I know I went home with a brown haired guy. I specifically remember that."
Draco paled. "I...may have been using Polyjuice Potion. Merlin, Potter, I'm sorry. But I'd like to ask you this. Why were you even using a Fertility Potion?"
"I drank it by accident, okay?!" Harry snapped, crossing his arms across his chest. "And now I feel pretty stupid. So, Healer Rhalson, if you could just get rid of the fetus for me-"
"Hold up, Potter." Draco said sharply, his eyes narrowing. "You aren't aborting this child. That child is mine, and therefore the heir to the Malfoy line. I don't care what I'll have to do, but you aren't doing any such thing to our unborn child."
"May I say something?" Hermione asked, standing up.
Draco looked over at her. "Granger. I didn't even know you were here. But yes, go ahead."
Hermione seemed to consider her next words for a moment, then gazed between Draco and Harry. "I know you two don't like each other. But for the next nine months, you will have to live in domestic conditions. Harry cannot be without you, Malfoy, or he and the baby will get very sick. Male pregnancies are a bit different from female ones, as the former requires more contact between the two fathers than the latter does."
"So, wait." Harry said, standing up as well. "D'you mean that Malfoy and I...we have to live together?"
"Exactly." Hermione nodded. "It's necessary-"
Harry's eyes narrowed. He was getting a bit tired of being told what to do. And he wanted to have his say in this conversation. He was, after all, the one carrying the baby.
"Can I say something here?" he asked, cutting Hermione off. "Look, Malfoy, I don't like this any more than you do. But, I am willing to put up with you in order to have this baby safely. I will do whatever it takes, alright? So, instead of giving me advice on how to live my own life, tell me how to take care of myself while I'm pregnant."
The room was silent for a minute or so, but then Healer Rhalson looked down at his clipboard.
"Alright. So, Mr. Potter, you will be needing to take a few different potions on a weekly basis in order to keep the pregnancy going smoothly. I will prescribe them for you, and you can pick them up at the Apothecary in Diagon Alley." he said, scribbling out a few things. "Meanwhile, Healer Malfoy, you will need to have your necessities moved into Mr. Potter's flat as soon as tonight. I'm giving you the rest of the day off to work on it."
Draco looked like he was about to protest this, but refrained from doing so.
"Next," Healer Rhalson continued, "Mr. Potter, you are not allowed to be in any dangerous situations, as that would jeopardize the baby's safety. Therefore, I am asking that you take a maternity leave from your current job."
"What?!" Harry protested. "But I love my job! What else am I supposed to do during the day?"
"Well, Luna's opening a yarn shop." Hermione helpfully added. "I'm sure she'd be glad to have you there, Harry. I'll talk to her tonight!"
Healer Rhalson smiled and nodded. "Excellent! So, that's all set. You're lucky Mr. Malfoy is a Healer, Mr. Potter. He'll be able to help you through every step of the way."
"Indeed I will." Draco drawled, holding out his hand. "I'll need your address, Potter."
Harry quickly scribbled it down and slapped it into Draco's outstretched hand, and Draco then walked out of the examination room. Harry then took the prescriptions out of Healer Rhalson's hand, thanked him, and walked out with Hermione.
"Isn't this exciting, Harry?" Hermione asked him, squeezing his hand.
"Very." Harry said dryly.
And he had thought today was just going to be another normal day. But, when was a day ever normal in the life of Harry Potter?