Thank you for the lovely reviews everyone!

Concerning Draco's feelings, he merely feels slight distain for carriers because Nate was no longer able to see him. So Draco feels like he lost part of his family just because he had a daughter. And Samson refused to go to Malfoy Manor again after Lucius' outburst against them, so Draco hated him for this, and began to hate Mudbloods or those with Muggle blood, thinking they were the reason. He will get over this but it will take much time.

I was watching Lost with my little brother when I got the idea and wrote about Samson and Nate so I...um, actually based them on Sawyer and Jack. If you guys don't know who they are, I've put pictures on my profile and a few others to this.

Enjoy this chapter!

CHAPTER III - JUST A IMPOSSIBILITY

"Merry fucking Christmas" Harry moaned. Luna shushed him, and rubbed comforting circles into the small of his back. Harry retched, leaning so far forward his head was almost in the toilet.

Luna sat behind him on the tiled floor, as she had been for the past half hour he had been emptying his stomach of everything inside it. The door was slightly ajar and they could hear Hermione bustling about in Harry's room, tidying when he had been unable to since had come down with what he called 'influenza'. Luna tutted as she thought of that.

"What?" Harry groaned closing his eyes, hoping he had finally stopped.

"Nothing" Luna said, running her hands through his damp hair and rubbing his forehead. "Are you done?"

"I…I think so" Harry muttered, struggling to pull himself up. Luna put an arm around his waist, the other laying a protective hand on his abdomen, and helped him move out of the bathroom.

"You have to do something about that bathroom, Harry. Its depressing and a health hazard. Look at the doorknob" she nodded towards the snake like handle. "You could poke your eye out!"

"No one is that small" he explained, his face a sickly green. Luna muttered a 'yet' under her breath before she pushed the door wider to Harry's room.

Harry's room had to be her most favourite part of the house. When he had first moved in, about a year after the war ended, it was most likely the first room to become completely inhabitable. Everyone, except for Hermione who was pregnant, and Ron who was terrified about what spiders they would find, had set about decorating, furnishing and giving it an almost Muggle appeal instead of the dark wizard vibe it oozed. The walls had been painted white, and a large four-poster bed; with languish white sheets and pillows, golden drapes hanging from the roof of the bed. The floor was wooden panes, littered with Harry's clothes, which a frowning Hermione was picking up and placing in his oak wardrobe and chest of drawers. As the two entered, she put the last of the clothes on the edge of the bed and helped Luna lead Harry to the bed.

Harry all but collapsed down on the bed, and pulled the sheets around him, Luna having to help him, like he was still a child. "I can't believe you guys all saw me in my underwear" he moaned, leaning his head back on the pillows.

Hermione scoffed. "I'll get you something to eat, Harry" she said and left the room. Luna laughed and lay down on the bed beside Harry, stroking the few strands of hair off of his forehead, tracing his scar.

"I've had visions of you, Harry, I've seen more than just your underwear"

"Oh, God" he moaned, and Luna smirked. Harry turned, and looked at Luna with one bleary emerald eye. "What day is it again?"

"The 27th. You missed Christmas Day and Boxing Day, you were puking pretty much all the time, so you were pretty much out of it or curled into a ball moaning in pain" She frowned at him, worryingly. "Does it hurt?"

Harry began to rub his stomach. "Feels like...pinching. Like a little throb. And then I'm being sick all the time, I can't keep anything down. And, umm..." he glanced towards the door which was slightly ajar, before turning back and leaning towards Luna, who herself leaned closer. "My nipples feel really sensitive" as he said this his cheeks went bright red. Luna didn't giggle this time.

"Harry"

"Mmm?"

"Have you ever...considered the possibility.... I mean, you've been puking every morning, your nipples are sensitive" his cheeks went even darker if that was possible. "You've been having pains in your stomach, and you had sex a little over a month ago. So you may possibly be..." she looked him directly in the eye and sighed. "You may be pregnant"

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Buzz.... Buzz.

Nathaniel Lipton sighed, adjusting his jacket against the cold. It wasn't snowing as bad as it had been earlier that day, but soft flakes still continued to fall upon him. He pressed the button again, hoping his 'nephew' would answer and let him in.

"Hello?" a sleepy voice asked over the intercom.

"Dray? Its me...Nate. Can you let me in?"

There was silence on both parties; the slight static coming from the intercom and Dray's slightly laboured breathing the only noise. A car horn blared from across the street and a cat's hiss occurred, before Dray sighed.

"Come in"

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Luna scowled crossing her arms, glaring at the person she considered to be her best friend. Harry laughed even louder if possible, clutching his stomach, tears pouring down his face.

"P-pregnant?! Lune, you've come up with some crazy ideas before, but this! This has to be the most ridiculous!" Harry tried to stop his laughter, and pulled himself into a sitting position, the sheets falling off his chest. "You are the best Lune, though. I do love you, I hope you know that"

Luna shook her head. "Hermione!" she called, and she slapped Harry's shoulder as he continued to shake with laughter, but tried to make himself stop as waves of pain continued to spread through his abdomen and pelvis.

Hermione peered round the door, Rosie on her hip. Harry frowned, before realising that Luna, Neville, Ron, Hermione and Rosie were staying until the New Year. Ron and Neville had probably stayed downstairs to avoid the incessant vomiting he had been a part of.

"Yeah?" she asked, jiggling Rosie.

"Is it possibly for a male wizard to have a baby with his own body? As in he would be the one pregnant"

"Bubbi" Rosie cried, stretching her arms out, and waving her fat fists towards Harry. Hermione sighed, shaking her brown curls over her shoulder and placed the squirming toddler on Harry's chests. Harry's arms immediately moved round to clasp her to him tightly, kissing the top of her curls, resembling her mothers. Rosie always seemed to want to be held by Harry, almost every time she saw him; Luna called it an intense paternal and maternal instincts and Rosie was reacting to it. And every time, they guys laughed and Harry glared at her and passed the baby away.

"Sorry, what?" Hermione asked, perching herself on the edge of the bed.

"Is it possible for a man to be pregnant?"

Hermione nodded. "Yes, why?"

Harry paled instantly. "What?! How?!"

Luna groaned in exasperation. "Why is it so hard for you to believe that you may possibly be pregnant?"

"I'm going to play my sperm card one more time-"

"That doesn't mean anything! Wizards have accomplished so much, what makes you think they haven't accomplished male pregnancy?"

"It just- it -it" Harry stuttered. He grew pale once again. "I think I'm going to be sick"

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Nate looked around his nephew's apartment, and wonder how he had ended up like this. It was...he hated to sound like Lucius, but the house was unfitting for a Malfoy. It was small, cramped with a few pieces of furniture in each room, laundry overflowing and a few Muggle beer cans hanging out of the bins. Nate glanced at the coffee table, where there was a small pile of FINAL WARNING letters.

"Sit down" Draco said, waving to the sofa as he took the armchair. Nate smiled at his nephew, as he did.

"I'm guessing Christmas was uneventful?" he asked, waving his hand around at the lack of Christmas decorations.

Draco shook his head. "No, I went back home. I just got back this morning. Have you seen Mother?" he asked suddenly.

Nate sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "When was it, Dray, that you stopped calling her Mum? When you became a Death Eater and were forced to become a man, or when you stopped caring?"

Draco's pale face grew dark. "Get out" he snarled.

"No. Look..." he sighed. "I just came to talk. Cissa has been worried about you. She was in a bit of a state when I called over this morning, she's says you have been distant over Christmas. She's just worried"

"Nate, you're a fertility doctor, not a psychiatrist" Draco spat. Nate looked him over. The twenty two year old wizard was just as messy as his apartment. His hair wasn't slicked back as it usual was, and fell forward into his eyes, and he was wearing similar clothes to that which Nate wore, but was mismatched and untidy.

"Dray...just talk to me. You used to talk to me all the time. Just because of what happened, and because Sam..." he broke off at the thought of his late husband and he saw grief flashed in Draco's eyes as well. Sam would always make Draco smile, and always knew what was wrong with him. Nate laughed. "It would be easier if he was here asking, right?"

"Sam wouldn't ask. He'd probably hit me and make me talk" Drake joked, laughing. He waved his wand and two bottle of Butterbeer appeared on the cluttered coffee table. Nate smiled and picked one up, and drank deeply. Draco sighed. "Everything's gone shit, Nate" he admitted. "I mean, I'm getting evicted in a month, I can't get a job, my Muggle money is running so low, I cant-"

"Dray, Dray, Dray. I hate myself for saying this but, why don't you ask your father for help?"

"I will never ask my father to help me with this. Ever. For anything"

"Dray-"

"No, Nate" He shook his head. "Just no"

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"Sshh, Harbear, its ok. Its ok" Hermione repeated like a chant as once more, Harry was leaning over the toilet seat, retching, tears pouring down his face. He pulled himself back up, his hair plastered to his face; sweat making a light sheen across his face, his shirt clinging to him from the perspiration.

"So...Wizards can get pregnant? Why was I...I never told this?" he choked out.

"Well, it wasn't really Hogwarts curriculum placed, was it? And I didn't think you could be a Carrier. I'm sorry, Harry, I am" Hermione said. Luna knelt beside Harry, and waved her wand. Harry felt a soothing spread down his throat, and the bitter taste of vomit disappearing, making him smile slightly. She placed a cold compress on his forehead, patting his face. Harry smiled at her, before it fell.

"What was that vision of yours, Luna?" he asked. Hermione frowned in confusion, glancing from the ill brunette, and the unusually quiet blond.

"I saw...you lying on a hospital bed, red in the face and screaming, your hand clasping a mans. It was only flashes after that and then...I saw you crying with happiness" Luna explained, her own eyes filling with tears and Hermione's did the same while Harry merely stared. "And then this Healer, who I actually met a while back purposely because of this vision, passed you this screaming bundle. He passed you your baby. And Harry?" a tear fell down her face, and Hermione hugged Harry, knowing exactly what the vision was. "He was giving you your baby. And I have never seen you that happy, and I have never seen so much love ever. And you and the father are so happy with the baby"

"Whose the father?" Hermione asked, smiling through her tears.

Harry sighed, his head placed against the linoleum, a single tear falling down his cheek. "Draco Malfoy"

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Harry sat on his bed an hour or so later, Luna and Hermione downstairs after he said he needed to rest. They had promised they wouldn't say anything to anybody until he understood or wanted them to.

A baby…he placed his hands on his taut abdomen. He…was pregnant according to Luna. He slammed his head back onto the pillow. It was impossible! It was impossible! He was a man! Wizard or no wizard, magi or no magic, a man couldn't have a baby! It was wrong, it was unethical, it was…the weirdest thing he had ever heard of. Growing up he always thought he would put the buggers in somebody, not have them put in him! When he realised he was gay and couldn't have baby the proper way, he had decided he would either adopt or have a surrogate. He never agreed to be pregnant himself. He refused to believe. Impossible. It wasn't going to happen to me!

But what if it is happening to you? A little voice in the back of his head asked. Think about it. Luna had a vision of a baby. Your baby. Luna's visions have never been wrong. You're having all the symptoms of a pregnant woman. Have you checked your magic?

Harry sighed running a hand through his hair. His magic had been off lately, and he had the unconscious feeling that he was being drained. He placed a hand, laid out flat, on his stomach. The baby? The baby could be draining his magic? Hermione always complained that she felt drained because Rosie was using her magic as a base for her own. Right from in the womb they were using magic.

Harry gulped and looked up as footsteps approached. Ron peered round the corner, looking quite wary, and didn't seem to want to get much closer.

"Alright, mate? You've been off, so I just wanted to check up on you, and make sure you stopped puking? You have, right?"

"Ron" Harry croaked out. "I'm pregnant"

For the first time in three years since Hermione's proclaim of the same phrase, Ronald Bilius Weasley, fainted.

Rose: not my best and quite short, but the next will be longer. Anyway, review, and I will try to update soon.