I am so sorry! I had my birthday and I got Supernatural and True Blood and absolutely am in love with Dean, Cas, Sam, Eric and Godric, I could go on and on. I got hooked so much on both shows its ridiculous. So I had to go buy the Sookie Stackhouse novels as well and got hooked on them. AND THEN my friend succeeded in getting my hooked on Glee :S So, so much has suffered in that time, not just this.

AN: I don't know how this pregnancy time period works. Technically its 36 weeks but they say its 40 weeks. I'm not sure how it works. But Harry is roughly four months here, so 16 weeks or so. I'm guessing this. Why, will become relative later in the chapter.

AN2 : Quite short but it's the second part to chapter 5. Combine the two and its longer. Anyway, I'm on the next one right now so don't worry.

Chapter 6 – Just The Wrong Time Pt 2

Previously on Crashed

The witch opened her eyes to see the window to the garden smashed to pieces. The Weasley's and friends outside continued to yell and cries of alarm were heard, and she could hear running towards the house. She turned back to see Harry kneeling on the floor bent over, clutching his stomach, utterly distraught. "I couldn't do it, Hermione" he sobbed. "I can't. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry"

Two and a half months later

One thing Harry Potter never thought he would happen?

He never thought that he would love being pregnant.

Sure the first two or three months were utter shit. After he had decided to keep the baby, he had to try and cope with his pregnancy. So that meant the nonstop morning sickness that made him unable to eat anything until dinner, which he only recently got over; there was a point he couldn't even smell his breakfast without emptying his already empty stomach again and again. Stomach cramps and insomnia followed after that as well as the strange dreams. Mostly about his baby. Mostly how he would screw up its life the second it was born. Which he was determined not to do. He would make sure he would always be there for him and any other child that he may have.

The worst part was the mood swings. Blazing angry one second, weeping hysterically the next. Most of these happened when he was at home, Hermione, Luna and even Neville and Ron just a Fire Call or an Apparition away if he needed them. Which he did frequently. Luna had even stayed with him for a week when his insomnia and sickness had been at its peak, holding back his hair and giving him herbal teas and words of encouragement that he was going through this for an extremely wonderful and perfect result.

He knew the result. He had seen him in his dreams. And he would definitely be worth it. However, he did have a few of his worse mood swings at work. He yelled at his subordinates, cried in his office about a silly mistake he thought he had made. Ron was there to help, but he had to send for Luna most of the time, too uncomfortable with crying to really help him. Especially with his best friend in hysterics. His wife he was more likely to be able to cope.

He was destroying all the progress he made. Kingsley had been told of Harry's pregnancy and he had been allowed a few weeks off of work to allow himself some time to adjust to the situation and he was scheduled paternity leave when he hit seven months until the baby was at least six months old minimum as apparently male pregnancies had to be monitored after that point to ensure they were progressing at the normal rate. Now that really sent Harry into his worst outburst.

His working hours had decreased quite drastically, he had noticed. He was no longer allowed to go on patrols or field missions and had to stay away from any Dark objects that were confiscated so he wouldn't be affected by any magic. He had to stay in his office and do paperwork and less active parts of the job. For that he was definitely happy that his hours had decreased as it meant he could leave as soon as his work was finished.

He had booked all his necessary appointments, once a month, more if he thought something was abnormal, with Nathaniel at the clinic in the hospital. Everything was healthy. He had even heard the heartbeat at the last one. A soft whooshing beat echoing in his ears. A distorted picture shown of his baby. It's already forming limbs and even has fingernails! He didn't try to hide his tears of pride then. Hermione hadn't either. She had held his hand and cried with him. She had been so good to him. Everyone had. The Weasley's had all been shocked, but so pleased for him, Ginny shocked the most. But she had cried with Molly, and hugged him, bawling how she wanted to be godmother.

One thing they had all wanted to know?

'Who was the other father?'

The fact that Harry explained they were together but no longer upset the women; he had realised it would've been a grave and stupid mistake on his part to explain the baby was a result of a one night stand with Malfoy of all people, so he lied that he had been in a relationship and the father had left him before he even knew about it and he didn't wish to be back with a 'complete and utter arsehole'.

Hermione didn't as easily let him go. For weeks she demanded he tell Draco whenever the baby was mentioned. Right from when he decided to keep it. Harry knew Malfoy much better than she did.

He wouldn't be pleased of Harry raising his illegitimate half blood child.

(~~)

When he finally awoke after a long, restless night, full of dreams of a certain blond wizard doing certain things he definitely did not wish to divulge to anyone and that which he would take to his grave and whatever lay beyond that, Harry Potter immediately knew that this day was going to be...odd.

He sighed, rubbing his stomach. It was no longer the flat, nicely toned abs he was used to, as in a little over a month ago, he had begun to fill out. His abdomen now stretched out at least an inch, and had already begun to round. He could never help letting his hand drop and stroke it. He couldn't stop himself doing it now, smiling to himself.

But something felt different that morning. Very different. He couldn't quite place it.

Shouldn't he have been doing something right now?

{~~}

"Wow" Neville muttered, blinking. "I guess you were hungry"

Harry shrugged as he shoved another spoonful of Neville's incredibly good scrambled eggs into his mouth, causing before mentioned brunets face to fall into a slight uncharacteristic grimace. "This is the first time in three months that I didn't vomit the moment I woke up" Harry garbled out around his food, taking a sip of his orange juice to water it down. He swallowed with some difficulty before gasping out, "Plus, I'm not feeling ill at the smell of this, so I may be able to finally keep my breakfast down so I'm savouring it as much as I can, by eating the most I can. And Nev, you make the best bloody eggs ever"

Luna smiled dreamily at her boyfriend, who flushed, beaming. Luna's cooking itself was...well, if you wanted to poison yourself slowly yet surely, then you went to Luna's for tea. While Harry could tolerate some of it, he definitely wasn't fine with eating it while pregnant. Of course, he couldn't tell the dreamy blond this. He merely asked for food she never attempted to cook as she herself didn't even like it. "Thank you, Harry". Harry smiled back, before diving into his food once more.

He had begun having breakfast with Luna and Neville at least twice a week whenever Luna had mornings shifts at the Ministry so they could go to work together. Only twice because he didn't wish to intrude upon them, and because they wanted to see him more and that was the lowest he could wrangle it down to.

Today they had the day off, but they still insisted on coming to breakfast. He overheard Luna talking about Hermione and Ron coming, so he guessed he wasn't going to be able to rest and coo over his stomach, moon over his loss of security at not having a partner, and giving in the urges and doing both at once, but while eating a tub of Honeydukes Ice cream. He was a bit relieved though, but only slightly. The only company he would've had at home would've been Kreacher, and everyone knew House Elves weren't always that tolerable or talkative. Especially about baby business.

Now his female friends, with one already a mother...

"MUDBLOOD SCUM!!" Harry jolted in his seat, spilling his food down his shirt, cursing. Luna jumped up running to the ringing doorbell. Neville rose, and pushed Harry back into his seat as he too began to stand.

"You eat. I'll sort out Mrs Black"

Harry rolled his eyes at Neville's formality as he left the kitchen, shrieks of '"BLOOD TRAITORS TAINTING THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS!!" filling the room, before the door shut, dimming it only slightly.

"I need a new place" he growled under his breath.

While Grimmauld Place was habitable and much more tolerable in the past few years that had been spent decontaminating it, Harry was still unsure about raising his baby here. Even Hermione was unsure of bringing Rosie over to stay for longer than a few days. She only relented during the holidays, due to insistence on everyones part.

Any noise deemed too loud set of Mrs Blacks portrait (one of his late godfathers mother which had been stuck onto the stairway with a permanent sticking charm that even hours of trying and straining on many peoples parts, was still unable to be pulled away from its place), causing her to screech about the purity of blood for an age until someone shut the drapes.

What if the baby ever made too loud a noise or knocked something over when he was able to walk? The portrait would be set off, which would indeed scare the child and cause so many disruptions. And the layout of the house! The amount of rooms and stairways meant that if his son ever hurt himself, there's a chance he wouldn't be able to find him for a while.

He would definitely need to make that a priority. With that in mind, he delved further into his breakfast, as Neville trekked back in, shaking his head. The hall was now silent

"If only you could make her silent" he muttered. Harry hummed in agreement.

"If only I could remove her" Harry pressed, and Neville nodded, resigned. "Bloody hazard". He frowned, glancing around the kitchen. "Where's Luna?"

"Probably holding up whoever rang the doorbell with a conversation about Crumple horned Snorcacks"

(~~)

"This wasn't in the books we got for Rosie" Ron muttered, his eyes wide as he stared at the book in front of him.

"You didn't read the pregnancy books then" Hermione snapped. "Only the birthing partner things"

"Well, I wasn't the one pregnant, so I didn't really need to, did I?"

"Wrong answer, Ron" Harry said from across the room, as Hermione began to yell about her husband's ignorance. Neville was trying to refrain from laughing himself and Luna was humming to herself from next to him.

Harry's peaceful did seem changed entirely already. Hermione had insisted that he should look through a stack of Male and magical pregnancies she had brought for him, and so the others had decided to as well. Which is how they ended up in his study, harry both amazed and slightly disgusted by the stuff he was reading

"I'm glad I didn't. Harry, listen to this. 'You're just getting comfortable with being a new parent, but you're actually on the road to being a grandparent! If your baby is a girl, her uterus is fully developed and the ovaries already hold primitive egg cells" Ron stared open mouthed. "That's kind of creepy"

"I'm definitely happy it's a boy now" Harry said, raising his eyebrow at the information.

"I have a little girl. Terrifying to think that when she was in the womb, she was like this. Merlin" Ron muttered, putting the book down, Luna picking it up herself almost immediately. She turned a few pages dreamily, before clearing her throat.

"Your baby weighs about 3 ounces this week and measures between 4 and 5 inches, about the length of a tube of mascara" she stated, clearly. She held up two fingers, separating them. "About this big"

Harry smiled at that. "Like that?" he asked, mimicking her fingers. He placed it against his abdomen and sighed. "Got a long way to go still. I swear how is he supposed to get as big as he is supposed to in five months if he's at this stage at four?"

"Oh, don't worry. Hermione tripled in size during the last four months. You're fine" Ron shrugged, obviously not noticing the deadly glares his wife was currently sending him. Neville looked away from the brunette nervously, not wanting to get involved, and glanced back down to the Herbology book he had taken after losing interest in the pregnancy one.

"Guys, I really appreciate you guys offering to help. I really do. I am so grateful. But..." Harry started. "But I am actually doing really well"

"I like helping" Luna said with a smile. "And you do need our help"

"Luna, with all these visions of me being a father and then saying stuff like that is actually making me very, very nervous". The blond merely shrugged

"Maybe we wouldn't need to be around and look after you so much, if you told Malfoy" Hermione said, standing and folding her arms, frowning at the brunet. Ron groaned and Neville gave an uncharacteristic roll of the eyes; this argument had been approached so many times in the last six weeks that they could all predict the outcome even without Luna's gift.

"Would you just stop?" Harry hissed at Hermione.

"Would you just stop?" Hermione whispered back, a fierce light in her eyes. "He has a right to know. The baby is his too" she said for what was probably the thousandth time, pointing at his stomach.

"He doesn't want to know!" Harry answered, glaring at her as he raised his head.

"He needs to know," Hermione said, fixing him with a hard stare.

"He doesn't want children! I can tell that he doesn't"

"It's a bit late for that," Hermione said primly, folding her hands in her lap.

"If he doesn't want to know, then he doesn't need to. And what makes you think he would help me anyway?! Do you think he would comfort me like you guys do? That he would want to sit here with me and read baby books? He doesn't care about me, Hermione. I don't care about him, I don't need him. I can survive as a single parent. End of, Hermione"

"He needs to know, Harry" Hermione said, looking at him sadly. "you know he does. Wouldn't you want to know if you were in his situation"

Harry looked away from her, preferring to stare down at his stomach. He heard her sigh. "please consider telling him. At least tell him, even if you don't want him involved. He deserves to know"

(~~)

Draco opened his front door with a smirk. Nailed it. He absolutely nailed that interview. The interviewer was a moderately attractive witch, who was so easily swayed by Draco's charm, looks and mannered grace, he was sure he would've probably been able to get the job without being academically eligible. Now he had the job, he could get money, convert it to Muggle, pay the bills, keep the apartment, all without having to ask his father.

Life was good.

He couldn't wait to contact Nate, and basically gloat. He couldn't help it. The Healer had been pestering him to get a job for weeks. It was like he was his father! Then obviously, his mother got in on the job as well, believing Nate to be the reason Draco was considering a job.

...ok, so he did get a job that Nate had told him to get. But that was beside the point. Draco got the job because he was good. He was very good.

He paused, as he saw a photograph that had previously been on the cupboard on the coffee table. He whipped his wand discretely out of his pocket, hiding it behind his back as he picked up the picture, which was of him, his mother, Nate and Cassie (he would never admit to owning it) and placed it in its rightful place. There was a shuffle and a cough behind him.

Draco whirled round and pointed his wand to the intruder. "What. The. Fuck. Do you want?!" he threatened. The figure raised their hands in surrender taking a hesitant step or two forward. "I had wards up here, how the hell did you get past them?"

"I have something to tell you"

Draco frowned, the voice so familiar to him. "Wait, do I know y-?"

"I know this is a real big shock to you, Malfoy" they interjected as if they were hurrying to get the words out. "It's a big shock to pretty much everyone including... But I want you to know that it's not bad. I promise it's not! Or at least I don't think it's bad. And though it definitely wasn't planned, I'm actually really glad it happened. But you should know that...you are going to be a father"

Review. Let's try and hit 100. Any names for baby? I'm thinking Jacob or James. This story (like this chapter) will be going through a few time skips. Mostly weeks. Nothing more than that.

This chapter was really hard for me to write. I actually started the beginning to the next chapter before actually doing this because I knew exactly what I wanted to do with it on the most part. It was just this one!

Information about pregnancy is from which is helping so much with this story. Especially with everyone I ask about pregnancy goes into the gory horrible details I have to erase from my mind at a later date ¬_¬

Words: 2858

Date: 02/04/10

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I have GCSE mock exams coming up and the teachers are piling loads of other crap on us as well, so I will not be able to update until, like May! I will try and squeeze in writing time whenever I'm free and will attempt to squeeze out a chapter. Please stick with me, I am so grateful to all of you.