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Draco wasn't entirely sure how to proceed with all his bits remaining in tact. In the face of Harry's fury, an anger so terrifying the Gryffindor seemed hardly to be breathing, Draco just didn't know what to do. He was caught, oh he was BEYOND caught. Somehow all the reasoning for his actions that the blond had come up with over the past weeks didn't seem as logical now.
Wincing, Draco managed to push himself upright, receiving no help from the frozen Harry. Draco grasped his lover's hands, trying desperately to find some of the naive forgiveness that his boyfriend was known for. Surely it was just hiding, the blazing of Harry's eyes was merely a front. Christ, the blond couldn't get his hands to stop shaking.
"I know you're angry," stating the obvious, rookie mistake. Idiot. Harry's eyes narrowed. "I did it to help you, love. I knew if I told you, you'd never agree to it. But it was all for you, don't you see? You have to understand." He was babbling but he couldn't stop. All the times he had rehearsed this moment, all the words he had carefully constructed in a perfect order, all abandoned him.
"What. Have. You. Done?" The Gryffindor's tone wasn't icy, it was glacial.
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"Draco, what in the world is going through your head? You're giddy."
"I have a surprise for you." The blond grinned, all Malfoy charm. Harry laughed lightly and allowed himself to be steered into a shockingly empty Slytherin common room.
Harry gasped, he couldn't help it. Draco had adorned the room absolutely gorgeously. The soft light from a few scattered candles floating about the room seemed to sparkle, almost like little stars. A whiff of freshly cooked bread and a tantalizing pasta the pregnant boy couldn't name had his mouth watering in an instant.
"It's lovely, Draco. Really, thank you." The blond just grinned indulgently and, hand placed over the small of his boyfriend's back, gently pushed Harry to a small couch in front of the fireplace.
Harry sniffed the steaming glass that was handed to him. Cinnamon? Apple? "Cider?" Draco nodded, bringing their glasses together gently and crossing their arms, taking a sip from Harry's cup.
Untwisting their limbs, Draco drew Harry into his arms as the Gryffindor continued to sip delicately at the warm beverage, comfortable and content.
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"It was the cider, Harry." The Slytherin was trembling so hard that simply trying to take a steadying breath was painful. "I-I put a potion in your cider. Well, yours and mind... it-it switched things up...gave me your pain. I just, Harry... love...I just didn't want you to hurt anymore."
For a second, Harry didn't so much as blink. Simply stared. The blond felt as if he was about to come apart at the seams. What if Harry didn't understand? What if the boy wouldn't forgive him? What if Harry left him?
"You-you drugged me? You slipped me a potion? Why you-you-YOU GIT! How DARE you? Who gave you permission to judge how I was coping? Who the Hell gave you the right to interfere with MY pregnancy?!" Draco winced again, trying very hard not to faint on the spot. Fuck Fuck Fuck.
"I ASKED YOU WHO?"
"W-who?"
"Who decided it was okay to help you go behind my back and LIE to me? WHO HELPED YOU?" He roared.
The blond opened his mouth to deny an accomplice but clamped it shut again when he met Harry's glare. His boyfriend's look just oozed "don't you dare."
"Severus." the blond muttered.
Without another word the Gryffindor stormed off. Draco was so stunned he couldn't move. He just barely caught up to Harry before he reached the Potion master's lodgings.
"SNAPE! SNAPE, OPEN UP." Harry was pounding on the door so hard Draco briefly was concerned he'd hurt his hands.
"Potter," Snape threw open the door. "If you do not immediately desist your infernal racket I will have you expelled. What on Earth do you want?" Harry jerked his arm over his shoulder and yanked Draco forward.
"Fix it," he said in deathly tones. Instead of responding snarkliy, Snape actually seem to sober. Gesturing for the two students to enter, he simply looked on sadly.
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The potions master had Harry and Draco face each other and link arms, much as they had done before on that happier night. For his part, Draco would have been happy to look anywhere but at his steaming boyfriend. Said boyfriend would have none of it however and continued to afford the blond a deadpan death glare that showed no sign of easing up in the near future.
"Potter, Potter this is important, are you listening to me?" Harry bit out a forced "Yes" but otherwise gave no indication that he was paying his professor the slightest attention.
"Hear me well, Potter, this is no light business. Mr. Malfoy has been shouldering the better part of your worst period of pregnancy. The pain he was been taking for you is innumerably more excruciating than that of which you remember. If you are not prepared at least mentally for what is to come, the shock could prove too much and you could loose your child."
"So what you're telling me is because of him," the "him" was spit out, as if Draco's name wasn't even worth Harry's civility, "the danger is even worse than it was before and I have to deal with an even higher risk of losing my child?" Snape nodded curtly, but otherwise said nothing.
"Are you positive that you want to do this, Mr. Potter? There is no reason to reverse the potion's effect yet, your body as been progressing as it should have all along, you simply haven't had to feel any of it."
"Positive."
With one last worried look at his catatonic prize pupil, Snape indicated for them to drink each other's goblets. Once that was done, Harry all but chugged the remainder of his potion down. The effect was immediate, right before his love's horrified eyes, the pregnant boy crashed to the ground. Draco rushed to gather the wildly jerking Gryffindor into his arms before he gave himself a concussion.
It wasn't until Harry was practically frothing at the mouth that Snape knelt down and pressed a small vial to the boy's lips. Draco's head jerked up and he grasped his professor's wrist.
"What are doing?" Draco demanded, voice cracking. "You said Harry couldn't have any potions this far into his pregnancy! You said it could harm the baby!"
"I know what I said, Mr. Malfoy. Potions are indeed very dangerous for both Potter and the child. However," he said grimly. "Allowing him to remain in his current state is far worse."
Draco let the man go, tears welling up in his eyes as the immensity of the situation fully hit. Forcefully opening Harry's lips, Snape all but shoved the vial's contents down the boy's throat. As his boyfriend went eerily still in contrast to his previous spasming, Draco couldn't help but wonder if he hadn't just murdered his own child.