Chapter 5: A Big Surprise

Chapter Text

Draco didn't know how many days had passed after the duel between Voldemort and Harry, or what the Daily Prophet had dubbed as, "The greatest duel since Grindelwald-Dumbledore," which left Voldemort bedridden and his boyfriend in a coma.

But those days had been some of the most blurry days in Draco's life, beating his days in Hogwarts back in his 6th year.

His brain had been on autopilot once again, but this time he wasn't sure if he was trying to survive or trying to not die.

All he knew was that their attacks had paused for a while, and the Light, according to their spy, was busy trying to wake the Potter boy up, to no success.

And when their attacks resumed, no doubt the sole decision of Bellatrix when she was put in charge since the Dark Lord was still trying to regain his health with Severus' help, Draco had no energy but to listen and reiterate tasks assigned to his friends.

Draco didn't even need to control himself to lessen the damage and pain of his hexes and curses; he just couldn't find it in himself to care. Draco didn't care if Bellatrix found out that Draco couldn't stomach torturing and killing innocent people. He couldn't care less if he was Crucio'ed to next week.

Nevertheless, his anxiety shot up to the sky, pulling him out of his numbed state when Voldemort suddenly called for a meeting.

Getting crucio'ed by his own aunt to insanity was one thing, but being murdered in front of his parents and family was another, and that made Draco nervous.

He had to stop his legs from shaking when Bellatrix screamed at them to settle down because the Dark Lord was about to come bearing an important announcement.

Merlin. Draco was sure that the announcement was about Bellatrix finally knowing what he'd been doing and saving people who they should be threatening and torturing.

Or worse, the Dark Lord knew his relationship with Harry, and he'd reveal it to everyone, and Draco had to see the looks of disappointment on his parents' faces before the Dark Lord cursed the Killing Curse on him for sleeping with the enemy.

All his anxious thoughts, though, vanished when the Dark Lord entered what used to be the Malfoy's dining hall, supported by Greyback and Crouch Jr.

Draco didn't know if he could correctly remember Voldemort when he came back from his duel with Harry, but he looked worse. If he didn't know anything better, he'd say Severus was rigging Voldemort's healing potions because he looked worse.

He was hunched over himself, and he looked paler than he was. Gone was the ashen monster-looking skin, but his skin was colored sickly death, and he was skinnier if that was possible. Draco didn't have to look at the end of the table to know that some of the low-ranking Death Eaters were having second thoughts about their cult and their supposed leader, whom they could just punch to death if they so wanted but didn't because of the killer snake beside him.

Salazar, his snake looked stronger than him.

To make matters worse, Bellatrix still looked besotted.

"Silence!" Bellatrix screamed when whispers rang in the place, no doubt about the appearance of their mighty leader.

Draco schooled his face to appear impassive.

After casting a sonorus on himself, Voldemort began speaking, "Thank you, Bella. I am still on bed rest, but thanks to Severus, I am feeling better and will no doubt be better in the coming days," Voldemort then regarded Bellatrix.

Yeah, Draco didn't think so.

"I know and I am proud of your attacks led by Bella," Bellatrix smiled, showing her rotten teeth. It took a lot of willpower for Draco not to make a face. "But, my dearest followers, for now, I command you to do another task. Harry Potter has an unborn child, and I want you to bring the mother to me. Or kill them in sight."

Silence settled upon them.

Draco was half curious, half furious. What did Voldemort mean by Harry's unborn child? His boyfriend- no ex-boyfriend—dare to cheat on him? And impregnated someone?

Draco bit his inner cheek to stop himself from growling. Fucking Harry. Fucking bastard.

Here Draco was crying for him and wanting to sacrifice himself just to protect him, and Harry was doing what? Shagging a bitch to carry his heir?

If Draco could just get out of the Manor, he'd beat the Dark Lord and beat the shit out of Harry. Draco's going to wake him up just to punch him in his stupid ugly face and break up with him just so Harry would know that no one gets away from hurting Draco Malfoy.

Draco's silent brooding was broken when someone asked, "My Lord, how are you sure-" and was stopped when Bellatrix casted a Crucio on him.

Draco internally rolled his eyes at the poor guy. He must be a new Death Eater. No. 1 rule for them, you don't question the Dark Lord.

Draco wouldn't. By now, he's sure the Dark Lord knows more about Harry than him.

Speaking of blasted Potter, Draco's mad again. Madder than ever.

Voldemort smiled at Bellatrix. "Now, whoever gets to give me the mother and the unborn child would get to have whatever they want."

That made the Death Eaters celebrate.

But stopped with the wave of Voldemort's hand. "And soon, we will rule the whole Wizarding Britain, and the whole world will be ours!"

The celebration continued, only this time, it was louder.

-

"It's Granger," Pansy said as soon as they entered what used to be Draco's study room turned into their meeting room.

Draco felt a painful squeeze in his heart. It was possible. Who was Draco kidding? It's the most possible, how could Harry not like Granger? She's near, convenient, gorgeous, and she's been Harry's friend since they were 11. Draco was busy in the Manor trying to survive, anyway.

But Draco thought they were exclusive, and Harry didn't look like he had feelings for Granger. Draco expected a lot from Harry. Why would Harry ever be nice to Draco if he's just going to break his heart? Why did he say he loved Draco?

"Who?"

Pansy rolled her eyes at Greg, and threw him a look that said, 'Look, I know you're dumb and I expected nothing from you, but this is stupid even for you'. "Potter's bitch, Greg, what else? His broodmare. The one currently carrying his bastard, need I go on? It's a no-brainer question. Who else was Potter with in the past year?"

"Uhm. Weasley. Weasley was with them, right?" Vincent.

Pansy groaned, and she looked like she was on the verge of just walking out. "Yes, he was! But we're talking about who Potter impregnated, if it's still not obvious. Men can't get pregnant, you dumbass! So it's only Granger. It's the most obvious answer."

"Wait, isn't Granger with Weasley? They looked clingy to me last year. I thought they were together?"

Yes! Draco wanted to shout. Granger was with the Weasel. How come Harry had the time to shag Granger? What? Granger also cheated on Weasley with Harry? That's so fucked up.

Or, did Weasley accept because this was one of their plans? Did they anticipate Harry was going to fall into a coma, so Weasley cowered in the corner while Harry was shagging Granger as their alternative plan?

If so, then they were a lot freakier than Draco thought they were.

"Look, Blaise. Those three are somewhere hiding, being chased by the Dark Lord, together. Alone. Either Weasley was in it or they cheated on Weasley, who knows? But Potter got an itch, and Granger was there willing to scratch."

Draco almost scoffed. What? All those scratches he did were never enough for Harry fucking Potter?

"Hm," Blaise shrugged and sat down. "I guess I expected a lot from Potter since he's Gryffindor's golden boy and all."

"Putting myself in Potter's shoes, I think I would do the same, especially being that near someone. I got to say Granger's annoying, but she's gorgeous. But, regardless of Granger's hotness, I think anyone would do that if they were stressed and about to die."

Draco wouldn't. Especially if he has a boyfriend.

"Even if you're with Vincent or Greg?" Millie asked, smirking.

Pansy pursed her lips and tilted her head. "I suppose you have a point there, Mills, then again, I'm a lesbian and Potter's a horny teenage straight boy, so we're not the same."

Straight? Draco was reminded of how good Harry was as he sucked Draco dry and pounded into him as he told Draco how he loved his tight ass and that there was nowhere else he'd rather be than with Draco. There was never a speck of straightness in what Harry did.

"What if it's not Granger?" Theo asked from beside Blaise, his eyes narrowing. He looked serious and was thinking this through.

"What?"

"Like you said, Pansy, Granger was the most obvious choice, so it must not be her. How sure are we that Potter wasn't meeting someone else?"

"Theo," Pansy sighed, as if it pained her to see her friends suddenly becoming stupid. "If my calculations are correct, Potter bred a bird while he was somewhere no one else knew, with his friends. If what you're saying is true that it was someone else, then that only means Potter was meeting someone while he's on the run with a powerful wizard like the Dark Lord watching him, just to what? Shag her?"

"And why would Potter? I know Potter's stupid, but he's not that stupid to sacrifice his life just to meet a random bird to shag when Granger's there."

Millie chuckled. "I think you just want to shag Granger yourself."

"Oh, shut it. I have a different type of woman."

Draco almost defended Harry, saying that he's not meeting Draco just for a shag. True, it's all what they do and some 15 minute talk after a blissful hour of lovemaking. But they're both horny teenage boys who hadn't seen each other in a month, so those were more than enough for Draco, not sure if it was for Harry.

But Pansy was right. If it wasn't Granger, it was him. He was the only one Harry was meeting. Unless, Harry still has time to meet another bird.

But the realization that Draco was the person Harry was stupidly sacrificing his life for to meet for a shag made him gasp, stopping Millie and Pansy.

"What, Draco? Something to add?" Pansy smirked at him.

"I just want to say, that," Draco said, raising his chin. "I'm with you, Pansy, don't you think if Potter was stupidly meeting someone for a shag, the Dark Lord would catch him, Theo? Or do you think Potter was powerful enough to escape from the Dark Lord's sight?"

Draco knew that the only way to make Theo give up on looking elsewhere was a subtle attack on the Dark Lord's power.

But even Draco didn't know how the hell Harry was able to meet Draco just on the outskirts of the Manor. Where did Harry find the bravery to meet and shag one of Voldemort's followers right under his nose? Pansy was right, that was stupidly brave of Harry.

But when Draco asked Harry once, as soon as they were done, with him still out of breath and his come on his stomach, "How come you're still meeting me here?"

Harry rolled away from him and smiled at him, breathless as well, his wild hair on his sweaty forehead. "Should that be a question?"

Draco smiled when he felt Harry's cooling and cleaning charms as he pulled him closer. Caressing Harry's jaw, Draco said, "Humour me?"

"Because I want to. Because I cannot go on another month without you," Harry leaned in for a soft kiss. "And because I love you."

"How can the Dark Lord not know you're just under his nose twice a month?"

"Because he doesn't have one?"

Draco chuckled. "Be serious."

"I also don't know," Harry smiled. "All I know is that I'm willing to do anything just to see you."

"Sap."

"Who's very much in love with you."

Draco closed his eyes and let Harry pepper kisses on his face. In the end, their talk ended with Draco on top of Harry, riding him. Just like every talk they had.

So yeah, Draco didn't know.

"Of course not!" Theo vehemently denied. "Maybe you are right, Pansy... Draco."

"But," Blaise said, just as Draco thought they had all settled on the theory that it was Granger. "If Theo's theory was correct, the bird must have been very special to Potter then. He must love her so much that he's willing to do anything for her."

If that did not make Draco want to go running to the toilet and perform a spell on him, the sudden lurch in his stomach did.

-

Draco went into his bedroom and hid himself in his toilet as soon as their meeting ended.

It's been 15 minutes of him staring at his mirror, who kept on mocking him, saying, "You know, you were not the same handsome boy a long time ago. Look at those eyebags!"

Miffed, Draco shouted, "Shut up!" And spelled his mirror in silence.

15 minutes passed, and with every minute, it seemed more and more possible as Draco stared at his now not-so-flat stomach.

Draco bit his lip. When did he start looking bloated? How did it escape his notice?

Draco didn't know what was more impossible, Harry cheating on him with a random bint who was most likely Granger, or Draco being pregnant with Harry's baby.

Draco didn't know much about men's pregnancies because there was nothing to know. It was a myth, and though more and more spells were invented to help a Wizard carry a baby, none of them were successful in giving a wizard the right equipment to carry a baby. The closest to a breakout was three years ago, which turned out to be a sham nine months later. No tests had followed that.

"Please just be cheating on me, you bastard," Draco let his tears fall.

He couldn't do this. But if he didn't, he would just continue living with the fact that Harry cheated on him, and that was unfair for Harry.

And if he didn't, and he was indeed miraculously pregnant, he would soon pop, and everyone would know, and Voldemort would have no qualms killing him even if Mother begged him.

With a deep breath and a nod to himself, Draco raised his wand and pointed it at his stomach. His hand was shaking so much for someone who, not an hour ago, thought a pregnant wizard was a myth.

He was still having second thoughts because if it turned out to be positive, it would make everything real, and he didn't think he could do it without Harry or anyone on his side.

How could Draco live in a house full of people out for his head and his baby?

Draco shook his head. He doesn't have a baby. He was not sure yet.

With the image of the frantic 6th year performing a pregnancy spell on herself in Slytherin's common room after a pregnancy scare back in Draco's 4th year, he tightened his fingers around his wand.

Draco remembered how he mocked the girl and laughed at her with Pansy, but he could feel her now. This is so scary. It was so scary to know he would be a bigger target.

After a few seconds, Draco opened his eyes and looked down at his stomach.

"What? Are you pregnant or not?" Her friend had asked after the sixth year performed the spell on her.

The 6th year Slytherin shook her head. She was smiling so brightly at the green shimmer just above her stomach. "No. It was green. If I were pregnant, it would be yellow."

"Let's celebrate, then!"

Draco broke down as soon as he saw the shimmer on his stomach.

Just hovering an inch from his stomach, it was unmistakably yellow. Bright yellow.

So bright, all Draco could do was cover his eyes and cry into his hands.