Wow, I didn't realize that it has been a year and a half since I updated this, I'm so sorry I haven't been updating this, I'm a bad person, I know, I've been concentrating on my NCIS fic but then the other day I decided to read this again and remembered that I had a lot of good ideas for this and decided to pick it up again. So here you go, enjoy.
A couple of other thing's though, before you proceed, I made Cedric kind of a dick, sorry if that bothers you, oh and I have decided to add Mpreg to the story, again, I hope that doesn't bother anyone, if it does, don't continue reading, your choice, I warned you, so no flames please. Also, there is a mention of abortion, nothing serious and I don't condone it, it's just part of the story. If you haven't hit the back button by now, enjoy, thank you.
One morning, Draco walked up the stairs from the dungeon and found a large crowd standing by the doors to the front of the castle. Finding his interest peaked; he made his way around the crowd until he saw a familiar face. Hermione was standing near the edge of the crowd, a little ways off, leaning against the wall and watching the excitement.
"What's going on?" Draco asked, walking up beside her and smirked when she jumped and turned, a hand over her heart.
"Oh, Draco, you scared me," she said, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes for a moment.
"Sorry," he said, still smirking and she sighed and shook her head. "So what's the commotion?"
"Cedric and his team are back," Hermione said and at that moment they heard a voice shout over the din of the crowd.
"Cedric!" Harry cried and the crowd parted enough to let the boy through and he ran into Cedric's arms as he picked him up and swung him around. Draco watched as they kissed for a long moment before he turned around and was about to head to breakfast when James Potter made his way through the crowd.
"Welcome back," he said, grasping Cedric's wrist and pulled him into a quick hug before leading him off to who-knew-where, leaving Harry behind. Once the team was gone, following James out of the front hall, the crowd dispersed, leaving Harry standing there by the front doors, looking lost. Shooting Hermione a look, Draco stepped forward and wrapped an arm around his shoulders leading him to the great hall for breakfast.
Later, Draco was in the dungeon with his feet up on the desk, reading one of his god father's many books when the Weasley twins walked in, grinning.
"Gred, Forge," Draco said, looking at the correct twin in turn before turning back to his book.
"How do you always do that? Not even our mum can tell us apart all of the time," Fred replied, frowning and slumping down on a stool, George taking the one next to him.
"I've had years of training to notice the slightest thing about others," Draco said, shrugging, still not looking up from the book.
"Really, what do you notice about us?" George asked, and Draco was glad they had quit finishing each other's sentences in front of him. Sitting up, he planted his feet firmly on the floor and closed his book before leaning forward to watch them for a moment.
"George, you're taller," he started and said twin shot the other a haughty look, "but Fred you're broader through the shoulders and chest," Fred shot the look back. "Fred you're longer in the face but George has a wider chin, also Fred's hair is a darker shade of red."
"What else?" George asked, sitting forward, intrigued, they had noticed the hair thing but no one else seemed to have.
"Fred has a slight limp," Draco said, sitting back in his chair, "not noticeable to someone not looking but it's there and a well placed spell would cripple him for life. George you've had your nose broken at least twice, expertly fixed but there is a slight crook to it, attesting to the abuse. Fred, you tend to clench your right hand as if it is falling asleep when in use, I would guess nerve damage of some kind. George, you have a scar above your left eye, it is covered by hair, but it is noticeable when you brush your hand through it, a nervous tic if ever I saw one. Should I go on?" he asked, looking between the two shocked men who were staring back in awe.
"Wow," Fred said, sitting back and rubbing a hand along his shoulder where Draco assumed the nerve damage had occurred.
"Can you teach us to do that?" George asked and Draco raised an eyebrow, chewing on his lower lip in thought. Teaching the other two who were smart and very observant, they had to be with all of the pranks they pulled, could be useful to him in the end.
"All right," he said and the twins grinned at each other, "To start off I'll give you an easy one. Watch the high table tonight at dinner," the high table referred to where the teachers used to sit when it was a school and now Potter and the others in charge sat to talk.
"What are we looking for?" Fred asked and Draco smiled.
"You tell me," he said and sat back, picking up his book and ignoring them as they stood up to leave, talking to each other in low tones. It would be good to have another pair of observant eyes, two was better, especially if his suspicions were proven right.
He was sitting at his table eating his dinner and reading up on a potion he needed to start that night when two of the seats across from him were occupied.
"Well Oliver," Cedric Diggory said, speaking to the other man next to him, "the rumors are true, we do have a pet Death Eater."
"Not only a Death Eater," 'Oliver' said, "but the son of the Death Eater, Draco Malfoy." There was nothing but disdain in either of their voices and Draco looked up at them, a bored expression on his face.
"I see my reputation precedes me," he said, his voice low and his eyes sharp.
"Oh, it more than precedes you," Diggory said, leaning forward in a threatening manner and Draco just smirked.
"And how is that exactly?" he asked and the other man spluttered for a moment before he settled on glaring at him.
"I don't like your kind," Cedric said, his voice low and angry and Draco snorted.
"Oh, I'm heartbroken, here I was thinking we were going to be the best of friends," he said, clutching at his chest in an over dramatic fashion, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Diggory stood abruptly, glaring down at Draco, his hand reaching for his wand while Draco just stared back, bored by the proceedings.
"Watch yourself and stay away from Harry," he hissed and Draco out right laughed at that, an eyebrow raised.
"What are you, a James Potter clone?" he asked and leaned forward as Oliver stood up as well, taking a defensive stance, but Draco ignored him. "Are you threatening me for your sake or Potters? Or are you jealous?" he asked, a wicked gleam in his eye and Diggory did pull his wand at that, pointing it between Draco's eyes; Draco didn't flinch.
"Jealous, of you?" he snarled and his hand clenched tightly around his wand, Draco noted that everyone had stopped to watch and he smiled again.
"Of course, someone had to keep him company while you were gone," he said, sitting back, noticing a tic in the other man's jaw. "I can't tell you how many nights he spent in my bed," he said innocently, wanting nothing more than to provoke the other man into attacking so he could put him in his place. Diggory's mouth opened, a curse on the tip of his tongue, Draco was sure, when a body positioned itself between the two men, in the line of fire.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Diggory snapped, dropping his hand holding the wand as to not point it at his boyfriend.
"I was going to ask you the same thing," the younger man snapped back and was joined a moment later by Hermione who also stood in front of Draco.
"Do you know what this… animal," Diggory spat pointing with a finger at Draco, "was saying about you?"
"I heard him," Harry said, throwing Draco an exasperated look over his shoulder, to which Draco looked back innocently, "and it's not what you think. I would thank you not to believe anything he says," he pointed out and Draco felt a pang of hurt and anger.
"Then explain it to me," Diggory said, putting his wand away and folding his arms over his chest. Harry looked around at the people who were staring at them, most turning back to their dinner when they saw him looking before turning back to his boyfriend.
"Not here," he said, taking the other man's arm and dragging him from the great hall, not sparing Draco another glance.
"You just had to do that didn't you?" Hermione asked, she had stayed behind and turned to him once Harry, Diggory and Oliver were gone.
"He started it," Draco said, shrugging his shoulders and Hermione smiled before she turned and followed the others, leaving Draco to finish his dinner alone.
Draco was out wandering the castle once again that night but he hadn't met Harry yet and wondered if he had driven him away when he was attacked from behind. A binding spell tripped him and sent him to the floor, banging his chin and causing him to bite his tongue, tasting blood. The first blow came as a kick to his side, sending him to his back, the next was a fist to the face, three times in a row and after that, he lost track as he blacked out.
When he came to sometime later, the first thing he noticed was that he was no longer bound by the hex, the second was that he was in pain and a lot of it. His face was throbbing; he could barely see out of his left eye, and sight out of his right was completely blocked. His nose was throbbing in sync with his heartbeat and his lips felt swollen and bruised as well as his left cheekbone. He flexed his limbs, fingers and toes and was happy to find that he had full function in those. As he rolled to his left, he quickly rolled back, gasping in pain as his ribs protested, the pain indicating cracked if not broken bones. Rolling to his right, there was some pain but not as much as there had been on the left and he got up on his hands and knees. It took another three minutes to climb to his feet, leaning heavily on the wall, his right arm gripping his left side and he staggered towards the dungeons.
"Draco?" a voice called and the man in question stopped and turned his head, seeing Harry making his way towards him quickly. "Oh my God," he said, stopping in front of Draco and reached a tentative hand out towards his face but Draco pulled away.
"I'm fine," he said but it came out in a mumbled mess that he wasn't sure was intelligible. Harry ignored him and moved to Draco's right side and wrapped his arm around his waist taking some of his weight. If Draco hadn't been in so much pain, he might have laughed at the picture he was sure they made, Harry, at least a head shorter and much slimmer than him, trying to support his weight. They made their way slowly down to the dungeon and Harry sat him on the nearest stool to the door and turned back.
"I'm going to get Madam Pomfrey," he said and before Draco could protest, was out the door. Draco had enough healing draughts that he could probably fix it himself, but his mouth was in no condition to yell after the younger man. Draco stood and limped his way towards the back and painfully made his way up the stairs, he paused every few steps and tried not to gasp and cause more damage to his ribs. He finally made his way into the room and stopped, leaning against the desk and resting for a minute. He undid the belt then the button and lowered the zip, allowing the pants to drop at his feet before stepping out of them gingerly and reaching for his shirt. He knew that this was going to hurt, it hurt just to bend his arms to grab the hem so he took a deep breath, grabbed the material and yanked it over his head. He bit down hard on his lower lip, forgetting for a moment it was injured until it started bleeding again, to avoid screaming in pain, his vision graying a bit around the edges and he dropped the shirt next to his pants. He stood gasping for a long moment before he looked down at the bruises that were starting to form. His whole left side was a mass of black and blue reaching from just below his armpit to his hip. The right side was better, but not by much, the bruising was just not as extensive as the left. He heard a gasp and he turned his head to find the mediwitch standing there with Harry next to her, staring at his back. He knew his back was covered in old scars, many from spells and hexes he wasn't able to avoid, others from a whip. His front was the same way, but nowhere as bad as the back so he turned to avoid answering any questions the two people in his doorway wanted to ask.
"Well Mr. Malfoy," Madam Pomfrey said, moving into the room, a small bag in her hand, "let me take a look at we have." She made him sit on the desk so she could see better and he hissed only a bit when she probed his ribs, and cooperated when she prodded his lips and eyes, clucking her tongue the entire time. "Well you have three broken ribs on your left side, bruised ones on the right, multiple cuts and bruises on your face, nothing broken there luckily. Here," she said, pressing one of his own healing potions into his hands which he drank and felt the swelling in his face start to fade almost immediately, the pain in his ribs receding.
"Get some rest and you should be healed by the morning," she said, squeezing his knee, they had become friends, having worked on the potions that would cure her patients together.
"Thank you Poppy," he said, this time his words were more easily understood as the swelling in his lips disappeared. The older witch nodded, gave Harry a look before she left the room, closing the door behind her. Once she was gone, Draco moved his armoire in the next room and pulled out sleep pants and slipped them on. He turned to find Harry still there, shifting from foot to foot, not looking at him directly.
"You came looking for me," Draco said, walking to the bed and sinking down on the side.
"I heard Cedric and Oliver talking," Harry replied after a long silence and Draco nodded his head.
"Thank you for getting Poppy," Draco said and Harry finally looked up, smiling at him and Draco felt his breath catch, nothing to do with his healing ribs, he was sure
"It's the least I could do." Draco yawned into his fist and lay back on the bed and closed his eyes. "I'm sorry," Harry said and the other man opened his eyes to find the younger man standing next to the bed looking down at him.
"It's not your fault, I did provoke them," Draco pointed out and received a snort in response.
"True, next time, try to avoid that," Harry said and squeezed his knee, much like the mediwitch, but unlike Poppy's touch, Draco could feel the warmth of Harry's hand after he pulled away. "I should head back," Harry said reluctantly and Draco nodded, sitting up.
"Right, I'll see you tomorrow?" he didn't seem to be able to stop it from sounding like a question and he hated it.
"Of course, we do have lessons," Harry said and stood there, and after biting his lip for a moment quickly he darted forward and kissed Draco on the cheek. Pulling back, a blush on his cheeks, he said goodnight before he practically ran from the room. Draco laid back and stared at the ceiling and couldn't help the grin that stretched across his face.
The next morning, his face looked a lot better but there were bruises that had faded to yellowish-green still there and his ribs were still sore, they had healed but there was a lingering ache. He made his way up to breakfast, passing Cedric and Oliver and their team who snickered, which Draco ignored but did send a small stinging hex at Oliver and Cedric causing them to jump. They looked around shocked and Draco kept walking, smirking to himself.
When he was seated at his table and stated piling food onto his plate, two of the seats across from him were occupied, much like last night but this time he had no problem with who was there.
"Find anything interesting?" he asked the twins who were grinning at him.
"It's Remus isn't it?" Fred started, his voice low and Draco cocked an eyebrow.
"He usually has a glass of wine with his meal, he didn't last night," George put in and Draco had to wonder how hard they were staring at the table last night to figure this out.
"What does that tell you?" he asked and both of them froze, Fred's mouth hanging open. "What do you know about Remus Lupin?" he asked, sitting forward.
"He's in a relationship with Sirius Black," George said and Draco hummed in response, he hadn't been aware of that fact, they sure didn't act like they were in a relationship.
"He's a were-" Fred started but George kicked him under the table and Draco was intrigued as Fred coughed and closed his mouth.
"All right," Draco said when they were quiet for a bit longer, "I'll give it to you, Lupin is a carrier." He watched as the light bulb went off above their heads and they stared back at him in shock, carriers were males that could carry children.
"How did you figure that out?" George asked after a moment and Draco smirked.
"Easy, Poppy was out of pregnancy potions, he had to come to me, plus I do have a bit more discretion than Poppy, with people in and out of the med wing all the time."
"You cheated!" Fred cried but he was grinning.
"No," Draco replied, "I gave you something that I knew for sure, to test you."
"Did we pass?" George asked, leaning forward.
"Yes, we can talk about this later, after lessons," he said and the two stood up saying their goodbyes before leaving him to it.
Once he was done eating he headed back to the dungeon's but he heard a voice calling him and he turned to find Remus Lupin walking towards him, looking around as if to make sure no one saw him.
"What can I do for you Mr. Lupin?" Draco asked, continuing his trek down to his rooms but the other man didn't respond until they were in the potions classroom and had sat down on a stool.
"Can you get rid of it?" he asked finally and Draco stopped where he was pulling ingredients out of the store room.
"There are several ways to abort the child, if that is what you wish," Draco said, gathering what he needed and entered the classroom again. He took a quick look at Remus' face, noticing that it was pale and drawn. "Have you told Black?" he asked and the other man started so violently that Draco reached out a hand to steady him.
"No, and I don't think I'm going to," the other man stated after a moment, resting his head in his hands.
"It's not my place to say one way or the other, Mr. Lupin, if you want, I can make you a potion that would take care of it painlessly." There was a long silence and Draco watched the other man closely, he didn't agree with killing the child, especially during this time, but he was sure the other man had his reasons.
"I'm a werewolf," Lupin said from the palms of his hands and Draco blinked, he had guessed, from what Fred had almost said earlier that day but hadn't been sure until now. "What if I decide to keep it and the first time I transform, my body kills it?"
"What does Poppy say?" Draco asked, he didn't know how to field this question, he'd never been around a pregnant werewolf, the only werewolf he had known was Greyback but he hadn't interacted much with him.
"She doesn't know what would happen, I don't know if there has ever been a pregnant werewolf before."
"I would think," Draco said slowly after a minute, "that since you are built to carry a child, that the werewolf side of you would accommodate."
"I wasn't born this way Malfoy," Lupin spat, "I was bitten twenty years ago, and that's the other thing, what if my body does not kill the child when I change, will the child be a werewolf as well?" Draco stayed silent, unsure of the answer to that question. "I couldn't put my child through that, I won't," he said with conviction. "Brew the potion," he said before standing quickly and storming out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Draco stood there for a long moment, staring at the door before he turned and made his way into the office at the back. Entering the room, he walked to the wall on the far side of the room that held a bookshelf full of his god father's books. It was sometime later that he heard his name called and he looked up from the stack of books in front of him to see Bill standing in his doorway.
"There you are, everyone is here, ready to get started," he said, eyeing the books that surrounded Draco on the desk as well as the floor. "Looking for something?"
"Yes, I'll be out in a minute," Draco said, taking the book he had been pouring over and setting it aside, the page he had been studying marked.
When he entered the room, he noticed that everyone was there except one.
"Where is Harry?" he asked and the other's looked at each other and shrugged. Hearing a commotion outside the door that was open slightly, Draco made his way towards it and poked his head out. What he saw made his blood boil, Harry and Cedric were standing down the hallway, and Harry was pressed against the wall, Cedric pressing against him.
"Cedric, I'm late," he heard Harry say, trying to push against the larger man's chest but he didn't budge.
"I told you I don't like the idea of you being around those potions," Cedric said, trying to kiss Harry but the smaller of the two turned his head away.
"And I told you why I wanted to do this," Harry shot back, glaring at the other man.
"You do enough," Cedric said, kissing Harry's neck when he refused to let him kiss his lips, "you support us, you're here when I come home, that's good enough for me."
"Well, that's not good enough for me," Harry snapped and flinched to the side when Cedric punched the wall next to his head.
"It's that damn Death Eater isn't it?" he snarled, getting in Harry's face and Draco took a step outside the door, willing to intervene but Harry put his hands on Cedric's chest and pushed him backwards, causing the other man to stumble back.
"Draco has nothing to do with this," he snapped, "go away Cedric, I really don't want to talk to you right now," he said when the other man opened his mouth. Harry turned and started walking towards Draco and the classroom and Draco met Cedric's eyes, both glaring furiously at each other.
"Sorry I'm late Draco," Harry said, slipping inside the room and past Draco who remained where he was for a moment. Cedric stood there for a long moment, clenching and unclenching his fists and Draco stood in the doorway, blocking him if he tried to go after Harry.
"Watch your back Death Eater," the other man spat before turning and storming away from the room and Draco turned back, barely glancing at Harry as he took his place at the front of the room.
Later that night, he was brewing the potion he had found in the book when the door across the room slammed open, banging against the wall, revealing Sirius Black who rushed in and shoved Draco against the desk.
"Something I can do for you cousin?" Draco asked calmly though his magic was itching to throw the other man off of him.
"You're going to kill my child?" the other man snarled.
"Lupin was the one who requested the potion," he pointed out and the man above him growled and the hands in Draco's shirt tightened before he turned and threw the cauldron to the ground, spilling its contents. Draco pulled himself up and looked down at the potion spreading across the floor before turning his eyes back to the man glaring at him.
"What are you going to do now?" the other man asked, smirking and Draco huffed out a laugh.
"Start again," he said shrugging and straightening his shirt out.
"Like hell you are," Sirius said, advancing towards him.
"Sirius!" a voice said from the doorway and they both turned to find Remus standing there with James and Dumbledore beside him. "I requested the potion, if you're mad at anyone, be mad at me!"
"How could you do this Remus?" Sirius asked, and the other man shook his head.
"I can't stand the thought of our child being a werewolf Sirius," he said quietly and the other man pulled him into a hug. "We don't know if he would survive the changing every month anyway," he said into Sirius' shoulder. There was a long silence as the two men held each other and Draco started to clean up the mess on the floor. James made his way in, a thunderous look on his face as he stood over Draco who looked up at him from his place on the floor.
"You are not allowed to brew these potions any longer," he snapped and Draco pushed himself to his feet.
"James," Remus said but James held up a hand, stopping him.
"No longer," he said, his voice low and threatening.
"Not a problem," Draco said shrugging his shoulders and James gave him a triumphant smirk before turning. "It wasn't an abortion potion though," Draco said nonchalantly and the other's turned towards him.
"What do you mean?" Remus asked.
"I found something in Severus' books, something called the Wolfsbane Potion, have you heard of it?" he asked, looking directly at Remus.
"No," the other man said, shaking his head and Draco nodded, not surprised, it was an old potion, out of use.
"It's quite handy, it keeps the change in a werewolf from happening every month," he said lightly and the room was silent.
"There's a way for me to not change?" Remus asked his voice full of hope and Draco could only imagine what it was like for the other man every month.
"If I understand the potion's goal, yes," he replied.
"Our child?" Sirius asked and Draco turned his eyes to the other man.
"I do not know, honestly, I can search the library about information, but there is a chance that he will be born a werewolf, I just don't know how it works. I conferred with Poppy and she believes that the ingredients in the potion should not harm the child." Sirius looked at Remus with a hopeful look in his eye and Remus gave a small smile.
"I guess it's worth a shot," he said and Sirius grinned and pulled him into a hug.
"Thank you," Sirius said sincerely, looking at Draco and Draco looked back in surprise.
"It's not going to be easy," he pointed out, thinking of the notes in Severus' book, "it's your body's natural reaction now to change every month, and this potion will stop that. Your body is going to fight the potion every step of the way, you'll probably have to be in bed during that time."
"It won't harm the baby though?" Remus asked and Draco smiled.
"No, I don't believe it will," he replied.
"Well what are you waiting for?" Sirius asked as he pulled out his wand and spelled away the mess on the ground, "get brewing," he said before leading Remus out, Dumbledore following.
"Was there something else you needed?" Draco asked, looking at the remaining man who was staring at the cauldron that was lying on its side, a faraway look in his eyes.
"No," he said, looking at Draco sharply before he turned on his heel and left. Draco sighed and picked up the cauldron to start again.
Ta-da! What do you think? I made Cedric a horrible person and Sirius and Remus are now more on Draco's side, kinda. I'll try to update soon. Thank you for reading... if you made it this far.