Note: It's been a while huh? I'm truly sorry for anyone who might be still reading this or has been waiting for me to update. I promised not to abandon any of my stories, so here I am. I've been distracted by new fandoms and plot bunnies so I've been struggling to come back to some of my older stuff. [ Insert shameless plug about how you all should go read some of my newer stories if you haven't already. I even managed to write some non- Mpreg! #gasp] Any who, I pieced this together this morning and it's not great, but it's going up anyway. Don't be too hard on me.

Harry was on his knees with his head stuck in the fireplace. His position was made even more difficult by the huge bump that had taken up residence on his front. The healers thought it could be any day now that he would go into labor. With it being a male pregnancy, it was unlikely that he would carry to full term due to a lack of room. He was scheduled for a c-section the very next week.

"We're just worried about you Harry. That's all.", Mione said, her eyes full of concern.
"I know Mione, but I'm fine. I told you I just needed a break. I was working too hard and I burned myself out.", he explained with a shrug.

Hermione pursed her lips at his answer and he knew she could see right through him. "But to go all the way to America? You didn't even tell anyone you were leaving. Gods Harry, we thought you were dead. How could you do that?"

Her voice wobbled on the last bit and he prayed that she wouldn't start crying. Again. Hermione herself was eight months gone with her and Ron's second child. If she started in now, he didn't know if he would be able to stop himself from joining her. He felt awful about the way he handled things. In his haste to get away from Draco, he'd hurt the people who mattered the most to him. His family. The Weasleys had gone out of their minds looking for him for two weeks before he called after finally getting settled in his new apartment. When they couldn't find a trace of his magical signature anywhere in the United Kingdom they feared the worst. This was only the third time he'd flooed them in the four months since he left England. He had lied to them then and he was still lying to them now.

"Leave the man be Mione. He said he was sorry a million times.", Ron said, sending Harry a reassuring wink.

Hermione shot him a scathing look, but he just rolled his eyes and mumbled something about hormones while putting his arm around her shoulder. "Harry...", she began slowly. "This wouldn't have anything to do with Ginny and Dean would it? I know you said you were over it a long time ago, but it can't be easy seeing them get engaged. You two were together for-"

"Mione.", he cut in. "This has absolutely nothing to do with Ginny. I can promise you that." He almost wanted to laugh. If only they knew that Hermione was half correct. His drastic move did have something to do with an ex-lover's engagement, but not Ginny's. Ginny and him had tried dating, but they quickly realized they weren't compatible enough to be in a relationship and would be better off as friends. They were practically siblings anyway. It would never have worked. Especially once he realized that the one thing they did have in common was an absolute deal breaker. They both liked cock.

He could only imagine what his friends and family would think if they found out that not only had he been in a secret relationship with none other than Draco Malfoy for years, but he was knocked up by him as well.

Hermione let out a sigh of relief. "She was worried about you too you know. I think Dean was a bit jealous.", she teased.
Ron snorted in amused agreement. Dean had sulked and begrudgingly helped them look for Harry, but they all knew that some part of him was glad that Harry was gone. He didn't want him hurt or anything like that, but he still held onto insecurities about Harry coming to his senses, realizing that he made a mistake breaking up with Ginny and trying to get her back.

"I think even Malfoy was worried about you. He came by my office demanding to know where you'd run off to. Git.", Ron told him.

Harry paled at the mention of Malfoy and his back knotted up in tension. Draco was looking for him. Did he know about the baby?

"You didn't.", Harry swallowed. "You didn't tell him anything did you?"
"Don't worry mate, I told him to piss right off. He came by a few more times sticking his pointy nose around, but I haven't seen him in a while. He got married last month, did you hear? What kind of idiot would marry Malfoy?"

Hermione bumped his arm. "Ronald!", she scolded. "Astoria is a perfectly decent person. She and I worked together on that ball last year."
"She's still an idiot if she married Malfoy. The last thing we need is more pointy faced gits walking around acting like they own the place.", he said with a scowl.

Harry knew Ron was unaware of what was really going on, but the insult hit him hard in the gut. Because if Astoria was an idiot, then so was he. He was the one actually carrying the next generation of Malfoy in his stomach. Only, he didn't get a fancy wedding or a ring to do it either. None of the perks, all of the heartbreak.

He knew this was coming. He knew that Draco was engaged. Had known for months. But the reality that it was finally done, that Draco was actually bound to someone else forever and that there was no chance for them left, was too much to bear in that moment. He felt the tears threatening at the corners of his eyes and he knew it was time to go. "Guys, I'm sort of tired and I still have some stuff to do around the house. I'll floo later."

"You better.", Hermione threatened.
"See you later mate.", Ron said with a small wave. Harry smiled tightly before cutting off the connection on his end.

He sat back on the floor, letting his back rest against a stack of floor pillows. His hand wandered to his bump where the baby was now kicking harshly, probably in response to his surging emotions. The little tyke always seemed to know when he was hungry or upset. Right now, he was pitiful mixture of both with a little more on the latter end. When the baby shoved it's foot in his side, he leaned to the side gasping. He looked down at his stomach and mumbled,"What was that about love? Do you need something to eat?" The answering kick was confirmation enough for him.

Harry lifted himself off the floor with difficulty and waddled into the kitchen. He was too tired to fix any real food so he opened the fridge to find the container of store bought chicken salad and bag of crackers. No sooner had he popped open the lid did his midsection begin to twist and tighten painfully with no let up. He panicked.

Surely this wasn't happening right now. Not at this moment. He felt a strange sensation and then a rush of water came flooding into his pants and soaking through to the tiled floor.

"Fuck.", Harry groaned out.

Lucius and Narcissa sat in their recreation room, sharing a cup of tea before it was time to retire to bed. The manor was cold and lonely without Draco in it since he and Astoria had moved into one of the smaller family properties. It was pureblood custom that a newly married couple live with their parents, but Draco had stubbornly insisted that they needed their own space. It was times like this that Narcissa mourned her other little sleeping angels and cursed her body for not being able to bear more than one child. Even with the aid of magic.

It was also times like this that she secretly mourned the loss of her grandchild whose little feet would have been padding down the halls of the manor in no time. The guilt of what they had done ate away at her until it was almost suffocating. More often that not, she found herself struggling to tell Draco the truth. It would dangle on tip of her tongue waiting to slip, but never did.

Hopefully, Draco and Astoria would be able to conceive soon and this nightmare would be behind them. An elf popped into the room, the poor creature shaking at it's knobby knees and fiddling with the off green potato sack it was wearing. Likely because all of the staff had strict instructions not to disturb them at this late an hour unless there was some sort of crisis.

"What is it now?", Lucius snapped. He was kinder to the elves than he had been before, but old habits died hard.
"M-master is telling Boppin to call when the tapestry changes.", it stuttered. Lucius's eyes hardened to pure steel and his face was void of any emotion.

Narcissa held in her excitement and placed her tea down carefully. "What does it say?", she asked quietly, but eagerly. The elf was still frightened and could hardly get the words out.
"Spit it out elf!", Lucius commanded, tiring of the creature's incessant blubbering. The small elf jumped at the sound of his master's voice and curled into itself whimpering. Narcissa held up a silencing hand towards Lucius and looked at the elf kindly to let him know it was alright to proceed.

"Go ahead Boppin. It's alright."
"I-it s-says, Emerson Maximilian Potter ma'am."

Narcissa let out a tender breath of surprise and placed a hand over her heart. "Oh."

THREE YEARS LATER...

Draco sat at his desk, eyes pouring over a complicated contract. A sound of frustration left his lips as he carelessly tossed the papers aside and leant back in his chair. He rubbed his eyes in frustration. For a few moments, he was oddly serene. Something that wasn't a common occurrence days. He allowed himself to fall into the false sense of security before the pain slammed into him.

His mind filled with shadowed images of a man. The sounds of a man laughing, dancing horrendously in a living room, stepping out of the shower, his dark hair wild dripping water down a gloriously fit body; one that was pressed against his skin as he woke in the morning. Try as he might, he never could make out his face. It was something akin to fragments of a memory, an impossibly familiar memory, one that never took place. These images had haunted him for nearly four years.

Draco snuggled into the warm body next to him. His nose buried itself in the wild mane of his partner. The man almost immediately wiggled away from him and moved to the farthest edge of the bed; one arm hanging over the side.
"G'way", a groggy and obviously irritated voice mumbled. "It's too hot."

He smirked and slid over, pressing himself as close to the other man as he could get; draping his legs and arms over his body in a tight, octopus-like hold. "Oh it's hot is it?" He blew hot air all over the man's arms and face despite his attempts to shield himself with his hands and forearms. He wasn't surprised when a rather bony elbow reached back and flew right into his stomach.

He groaned dramatically and fell against the pillows. "Abuse!", he cried. Then lips pressed against his and he was silenced.

"You're a right pain in my arse. Do you know that?" The words held no anger behind them. They were full of fondness more than anything else.
"That may be, but I have it on good authority that you like a little pain.", Draco said smugly before attacking his partner's lips and pinning his arms to the bed."

Draco had been to mind healer after healer thinking somehow he had been secretly hexed as revenge for his participation in the war. Or perhaps revenge from one of the many sour business deals he had come across. However, none of it made sense. What curse or potion would make him lust after an unknown man?

Draco's life was slowly crumbling apart. Ever since he married Astoria, he had been miserable. He struggled to make love to her after the traditional wedding consummation. That night, she was eager, responsive and perfectly submissive in a way that was surprising. He'd always been brought up expecting that Pureblood young ladies were just that, ladies. In every arena of life. Astoria had wantonly moaned out her pleasure and pressed perfectly manicured fingernails into his biceps to encourage him. She even allowed Draco to fold her into positions that would have shamed her ancestors. And it did nothing for him. Absolutely nothing. After more than an hour of trying, he still couldn't quite get there.

He had had lovers before, plenty of them. A healthy sex life involving men and women. Alright, mostly men but that shouldn't have mattered. Malfoys never failed at anything. They were always the best; always performing above and beyond expectations. After a few quite embarrassing and quite pathetic attempts at finding his pleasure with his wife, he had given it up all together and Astoria had for lack of a better phrase, been told to piss off to her own rooms indefinitely. She protested of course, knowing that they were expected to produce at least one child, but Draco would hear none of it. He began a string of highly discreet and frequent affairs to tame his needs and last he heard, so did she. As long as she didn't turn up pregnant or have her dalliances carelessly exposed to the public, Draco couldn't find it in himself to care.

Their relationship had deteriorated fairly quickly, both as friends and as a married couple. Not that there was much of a relationship there to begin with and not for a lack of trying on her end. He'd had hopes that he would at least be as content with his marriage as his parents had been and even grow to love and appreciate the person that Astoria was, but it never came. He strongly resented her for reasons that were unclear, even to himself. Logically, he knew very well that she'd had no choice in their union either, but he couldn't help but feel like she'd stolen something important away from him.

His secretary alerted him that his father was on his way to his office. Unannounced, as usual. Not two minutes later did Lucius come strolling into his son's office.

"Father", Draco greeted dryly.
"Draco", his father acknowledged with a slight nod as he sat down, cane still in hand; his Malfoy family crest ring shining brightly on his finger.

Draco pretended to be engrossed in his paperwork. He wasn't particularly fond of his father's impromptu visits. It was bad enough that he saw him at dinner every Sunday and in business meetings. No one, and I mean no one should ever be subject to small talk with Lucius Malfoy. Family or not. It was almost always an unpleasant affair for his father seemed to have no filter, though he was better than he had been in the past. Things had been strained between them more than ever before.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?", he said without looking up.
"It has recently come to my attention that you are having some problems...shall we say in the bedroom? It seems you haven't had proper sexual relations in a long while. Marital relations that is. I trust we do not need to revisit the incident with Mr. Zabini do we?", Lucius drawled with one eyebrow raised.

Draco's head immediately snapped up. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"How? Who-?" he stuttered.
"Who told me is of little importance.", Lucius interrupted.
"The bloody hell it isn't! They had no right to-" Draco said slamming his fist down on the desk; his face flooding with heat. He had never been so embarrassed in his life. And that included the aforementioned incident where his father had walked in on him pounding his best friend from behind over his office desk.

"Control yourself!", his father snapped, losing his patience. Draco reluctantly took his seat still fuming. "Judging by your reaction, I'd say that this information is disturbingly accurate. No use in denying it. You've been married for nearly four years and you have yet to produce a single heir. Therefore I've had several potions brewed to aid you in your future endeavors with Astoria."

Lucius pulled several, brightly colored vials from the sleeves of his robes. He sat them on the table. "I've been assured that these are the most powerful lust and impotency curing potions on the market."

Draco's chest puffed up with recently acquired bravado and Lucius's eyes flickered across his son's face in amusement. He still saw Draco as a spoiled child, under his thumb. He'd lost it once before when Draco had begun the affair with Potter and he was determined not to lose it again.

According to the family tapestry as well as his own personal surveillance and research, it was coming up on Potter bastard's fourth birthday in six month's time. At which point, if there was no other legitimate heir conceived, the child would gain his inheritance and Lucius would be powerless to stop it. Every property, every vault, every knut, and control of the entire Malfoy line's magic would fall into the hands of a child. A child that he had no control or influence over. Not even Draco knew the power that he himself wielded as the heir. Lucius had been careful to conceal it from him.

"I'm afraid you've wasted your time father. These potions are of no use to me. If you wish to have an heir so badly then bugger her yourself." Draco said in a bold move of rebellion.

Lucius reached out suddenly and grabbed Draco by the throat. Draco's eyes widened suddenly, a sense of deja-vu shuddering through his body as his wind pipe was closed off by intermittent twitches of Lucius's hands. He felt his father's breath creep against the side of his face.

"Do not test me boy." Lucius whispered dangerously. "You will provide an heir or you will regret it."

"Resorting to the old threats I see.", Draco managed to choke out.
"No threat Draco, I can and Iwill make your life a living hell.", he promised and Draco knew better than to push his fortune from the look in his eyes. Lucius released his hand from Draco's throat and Draco dropped clumsily into his chair.

Lucius brushed off his robes and adjusted his cuffs, straightening himself up as he moved to leave. As he reached the door, he stopped at the sound of Draco's labored breathing as he attempted to suck as much air back into his lungs as possible.

"If it makes you feel any better Draconis, I'm graciously giving you one month to get your priorities in order. I'm sending you to America to oversee a business deal. I trust you won't disappoint me. I've gone through entirely too much to ensure your success." With that, he swept out of Draco's office.

End Note: Well... it wasn't completely terrible. Thoughts?