"Don't worry, Draco, my boy. I'll get you sorted and figure out what's wrong with you," Healer Smith proclaimed after Draco finished listing all of his strange symptoms.

Draco nodded.

"Now let's start with a pregnancy test, just because some of the other tests can be dangerous for an unborn child," Smith continued.

"I can't be pregnant. We use contraceptive charms," Draco protested.

"Just the same, sometimes it does happen."

Then Smith cast the charm and the word, "Pregnant," appeared in the air.

"Oh, I'm one for one. Imagine that, getting the diagnosis on the first try? Let's see if I can get another," Smith said, before casting another spell, this one to measure blood sugar levels. "Two for two. You have hypoglycemia, Draco, which means your blood sugar is too low. No wonder you've been passing out and feeling light headed. With your pregnancy, you need to eat more. Draco?"

Draco hadn't responded; hadn't moved a millimeter since being told he was pregnant. He didn't hear Smith now, his ears ringing and feeling like they were stuffed with cotton.

"Draco? Can you hear me?" Smith paused. "Well then we need to get some food in you. Kilpy!"

An elf appeared suddenly, bowing so low his nose touched the floor. "How may Kilpy be serving Master Fyren?"

"Bring me tea and biscuits. He's pregnant, so better make it the nausea tea just in case."

The elf bowed and disappeared, a tray with tea and biscuits appearing on the counter moments later.

Smith gave Draco the cup of tea and had to actually order Draco to drink it in order to break through the cloud Draco's head was immersed in. After a few sips of tea, the healer forced biscuit after biscuit on Draco until he ate enough to raise his blood sugar back into normal levels.

With the sugar reentering his system, the fog slowly cleared from Draco's head. He reached instinctively for his belly, cupping his slight bulge in his hands. "How long?" he asked.

Smith cast another spell and determined that the answer was two and a half months. The conception was almost two weeks before Draco's wedding anniversary and the beginning of the symptoms.

"I'm pregnant," Draco whispered reverently.

One of the reasons Draco hadn't wanted to get divorced from Harry was that he wanted another child. It was sooner than he'd been planning, because he'd wanted to wait at least until Eiona was two before trying, but with the divorce looming, it couldn't come soon enough. If Harry divorced him now, it wouldn't matter nearly so much, because he had this child. If it was a boy he'd even sign the papers without much of a fuss, because he'd already have his son and heir. He couldn't get divorced and then have some other man's child, because he already had a child by Harry. Purebloods did not look highly on divorce and frowned even more harshly upon having children by more than one man.

"Yes, which is why it's so important that you eat regularly and monitor your blood sugar levels," Smith said, before continuing with a whole list of things a hypoglycemic needed to know and watch out for.

There was a glycemic index which Draco was to learn to eat by and the blood sugar monitoring spell he needed to learn to cast. It was a lot of information, so Smith gave him a pamphlet with it all written down, so that he wouldn't forget.

When the healer finished his speech, Draco interjected, "But why would being pregnant and hypoglycemic affect my memory?"

"Normally, it wouldn't, unless your sugar fell dangerously low; sugar is required for proper brain function. With the embryo pulling on your energy reserves, your blood sugar can drop suddenly; much quicker than under normal circumstances. From what you described, there was trauma and a head injury associated with the first instance of memory loss and that likely combined with the low blood sugar. If it occurs again, come in immediately and I'll run more tests."

"Alright, but if it doesn't?"

"Then we'll consider the issue resolved with the head trauma," Smith concluded and Draco nodded. "Now, just let me do some additional diagnostic tests, to ensure that there is nothing else wrong with you," Smith announced.

Smith performed his tests, while Draco read up on hypoglycemia. There were a few other minor things wrong with Draco, such as that he was a touch dehydrated, malnourished, and anemic. Those could all be fixed with proper diet and potions. The healer made Draco take the first of the potions and drink a large glass of water there in his office. Then Smith performed a few more spells and confirmed that there was one healthy fetus inside Draco's body.

Before he left, Draco swore Smith to secrecy and ordered him not to divulge the pregnancy to Harry. Being bound by patient healer confidentiality, Smith agreed. Lastly, Smith gave Draco a few extra pamphlets on hypoglycemia to give his family, so that everyone would know what to watch out for.

That night when Harry came to pick up Eiona for their nightly visit, Draco stopped him. "Harry, can we talk?"

Harry nodded, leaving the toddler with her grandmother and following Draco to another sitting room. Draco picked his pamphlets up from the fireplace mantel and sat in an armchair. He motioned for Harry to sit in the chair next to him and Harry did.

"What did you want to talk about, Draco?"

"I went to see Healer Smith today."

"And? Is there something actually wrong with you this time?"

"Yes. As a matter of fact, I have hypoglycemia. It explains why I keep feeling like I'm in a fog and then can't remember things."

Draco handed over a pamphlet and Harry stared at it in shock over the fact that there actually was something wrong with his husband; or rather, soon to be ex-husband. He sat there and read the entire description of the illness and it did fit Draco's symptoms. Draco hadn't been overreacting after all.

"How long have you had this? Why didn't anyone know before? Your mum said you'd get all spacey like that as a child. Have you had this all along?"

"Possibly; I don't know how long I've had it. I do know, however, the lack of regular elf-cooked meals has made it worse. Healer Smith says that I have to be very careful not to miss a meal and that I should start eating small snack in between meals, to keep my blood sugar up."

"Fine, you win. You can bring Dobson over during the day to clean and cook, but I won't get rid of Kreacher."

"What?"

"I told you that if there was actually something wrong with you, I'd give you another chance. You can come back, but I warn you that if monitoring your blood sugar doesn't bring about a change in your behavior, then I will refile."

"Um…er, no. I'm not telling you this so that you'll take me back. I just wanted you to know. I'll agree to the divorce now."

Now that he was thinking clearly, Draco was extremely pissed off that Harry bailed on him at the first sign of trouble. He couldn't bear to go through another pregnancy walking on eggshells around Harry, like he had with Eiona when he'd first moved into Grimmauld Place. Harry hadn't been awful, but the situation had still been stressful and he didn't need stress when he was pregnant. That was why he'd changed his mind.

"Why? I thought you wanted another chance?"

"I did, but I wasn't thinking clearly then. When my blood sugar is too low, I just can't think. It's like my head is in a fog. Now it's not."

"Now you want a divorce."

"Yes."

"Why?" Harry asked, still confused. If Draco was as unhappy as he thought Draco was, he wanted to know.

"Because you betrayed our wedding vows. I vowed 'til death do us part, but you vowed until we hit the first bump in the road do us part. I honestly love you with all my heart. If you loved me, you would've responded to my need and my pleas. You don't love me and I can't be with someone who doesn't love me. My guess is that you were only with me because of the sex and because of our daughter; when it all fell apart, those were the only things you wanted from me. A marriage based on only sex and children cannot last. It's better that we end it now."

Draco was of the opinion that since their relationship was based on sex and children, Harry would take him back for the sake of this new baby, but he didn't want that. If Harry wanted him back, Harry would have to act without knowing about the baby. That was why he'd chosen not to tell Harry yet, to give Harry a chance to beg him back. If Harry didn't act before he was showing and couldn't hide the pregnancy any longer, then it would prove he was right and that they really should go through with the divorce.

Harry felt like he'd just received a punch to his gut. He couldn't even believe the things Draco was accusing him of! He loved Draco, truly he did. It wasn't just sex and Eiona for him; he had honestly wanted to be with Draco for the rest of their lives until Draco had turned into a spazzed out zombie.

"That's not true. Give me another chance to prove it," Harry requested.

"Now you are the one begging and it's my turn to shut you out. But you know what Harry?"

"What?"

"I love you, so I will hear you out. I'm not going to send you to the Weasleys sick to your stomach with a rucksack and no toothbrush. So Harry, what do you have to say?"

"I do love you. I want to give our marriage another chance."

"Here is the thing Harry: I don't even know what went wrong. I keep telling you I don't remember and now I have the proof. So can you start by explaining to me what happened? How did we go from perfectly happy last week to getting a divorce now?"

And so Harry explained his thought process, from their many squabbles that have been building up for months now, to Draco's spaced out and sometimes dangerous behavior. He revealed his little spying escapade and what he'd overheard Draco saying to Pansy Parkinson. Then there was the Lucius can of worms, with Harry dreading the upcoming trial and what a nightmare that was going to be. He didn't mean to go that route, but it slipped out and he said it.

"Right, so it's worse than I knew," Draco replied.

"So now do you understand why I was unhappy? Why I wanted out?"
"No. First of all, I think you are a bloody coward for wanting out at the first sign of trouble. The Sorting Hat would make you a Hufflepuff if you were sorted today."

"Wait, me, a coward? You think I'm a coward?" Harry asked incredulously.

"Yes, I do. I also think you are a bloody hypocrite. All your talk of ending prejudice and you are just as prejudice as any of them! You think my father's guilty and he deserves prison, just because he was a Death Eater. Well I have news for you: I was a Death Eater too. Some of us make mistakes. Sorry we're not all perfect like you, but the rest of us are human and sometimes we don't see a crazy psychopath for what he is until it's too late."

"Look, I'm sorry I said it. I don't want to argue about your dad. I don't think he should be let off free and clear, but I don't want him to be sent to Azkaban either. I want there to be a middle ground where he is punished, but not harshly."

"Even after what he's been through this past year? Even with almost dying?"

"Yes. I'm sorry he got sick, but he's on the mend. As long as he's in remission, his illness doesn't change things, Draco. I'm sorry, but that's how I feel."

"And I feel like I've been lied to throughout our entire marriage, if this is how you really feel. Why didn't you tell me you don't support my father's case? That is something the lawyers need to know."

"Because I didn't want to cause problems between us. I wasn't going to say anything, either way. I figured that if I just stayed out of it, well and clear, I wouldn't cause any problems for either side."

"Alright, I believe you and I might even be able to forgive you, in time. What I can't get over has to do with Pansy."

"Look, I'm sorry I spied on you, but you have to admit you were acting strangely and I was just trying to figure out what was going on with you."

"It's not the spying I'm upset about."

"It's not?"

"No, it's not. It's the jumping to assumptions without first obtaining the facts and always assuming the worst when it comes to purebloods. Like I just said, you are extremely prejudiced against my people. Just because we made a mistake in supporting a madman doesn't mean we are all evil."

"I didn't say you were."

"No, you just implied it by saying that just because we support a pureblood politician we want the Dark Lord to come back. Well I'll have you know that your precious Shacklebolt is a pureblood too, as are your Weasleys. What do you think about them now?"

"But they were on our side of the war…"
"So anyone on your side was good and everyone else was evil? What about those who didn't want to be on either side? What about pureblood wizards like Theo Nott and Charlus Fawley who spoke out for peace? Pansy and I were in the same house in the same year with Theo. We tried to recruit him literally thousands of times, but not once would he budge. Not once would he speak in favor of anything other than peace and coexisting harmoniously. Now he works for the Charlus Fawley campaign. Theo told me that Fawley was part of this secret third party during the war with him. They went around secretly healing people, helping both sides, but meaning to help the people not the war, whether they be witches, wizards, muggles, goblins, elves, merpeople, centaurs, vampires, hags, or werewolves. And you think Fawley, who is on record as having risked his life to save thirteen Order of the Phoenix members, is evil, simply because he wouldn't fight with you? Because he comes from wizard stock? He wouldn't fight for anyone you imbecile!"

"I didn't know all that."

"You wouldn't. I bet you don't even know that you are related to him. His grandmother was the sister of Charlus Potter, hence his name. I bet you don't even know how you are related to Charlus Potter, do you?"

"He was my grandfather."

"I'm surprised you know that. That makes him your second cousin and closest living relative on your father's side. But because he doesn't support locking all the purebloods up and throwing away the key, he's evil," Draco concluded sarcastically.

"Wait, no. I'm not very good with politics Draco, I didn't know. I thought he was li…" Harry trailed off, about to say Lucius' name again.

"Like what Harry? Like my father? No, Fawley was never like my father or any of the others in the Dark Lord's inner circle. You needn't worry about that."

"Then why was there that article in the Prophet about him wanting to let all of the Death Eaters go after we worked so hard to lock them up?"
"Because morally rehabilitation is the right thing to do for the people involved and our society as a whole. Because the taxes it would cost to keep them there would bankrupt us all."

"Taxes? You support him because you don't want your taxes raised?"

"No. You are not listening Potter. Throw off your shield that prevents you from listening to a pureblood way of thinking, just because it's different from your own."

"Okay, I'm trying Draco. I'm honestly doing my best to listen."

"Good. The number one reason was humanitarian. That means for the good of humans. I trust you know what humans are."

"Yes I know what humans are."

"Good. Locking people in jail hurts the people that are locked up and their families who have to make do without them. Just look at Dax Flint's family: he had a pregnant wife and two young children when he was locked up for twenty years. He was a low level Death Eater, yes, but his crimes were comparatively minor compared to most, which was why he didn't get life. But he still received twenty years, which means all three of his children will be adults by the time he's out. Keep in mind this is all for a first offense, because his record was clean before the war.

"His wife, meanwhile, has to fend for the entire family by herself," Draco continued. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to provide for three young children by yourself? None of the charity organizations are helping pureblood women left without their Death Eater husbands, I've noticed. Her father and brothers are locked up too, her sister-in-laws in the same position. Most pureblood families are completely decimated when it comes to males.

"What Fawley and those of us who support him want," Draco further continued, "is to release the lesser criminals out onto house arrest, returning them to their families. They would be forced to take an unbreakable vow saying that they will not leave the grounds of their ancestral homes except under threat of imminent death until the duration of their sentences have been fulfilled. That will allow husbands to return to their wives, sons to their mothers, brothers to their sisters, etcetera.

"But that is not all it will do." Harry was beginning to think he'd made a bad move by agreeing to listen to Draco, because Draco just kept on going. "Returning some of the men to their families will actually prevent a third wizarding world. If you lock up all the Death Eaters like they did last time, then you will just embitter the purebloods to your cause. You want us to accept muggles and muggleborns, but when we are bleeding from the loss of our wizards, how do you expect us to do that? We can't heal as a nation unless the lesser criminals are rehabilitated. The best place for them to be rehabilitated is at home with the people who love them and willingly wish to foot their bills.

"I don't think you have any idea how important taxes are to our way of life, Harry," Draco drawled on. "You've hardly been in the working world for two years, after having spent six years at a free school receiving free health care, protected in part for many years by a free prison system keeping some of your enemies locked away. Who do you expect pays for all of that?"

"The Ministry," Harry answered, sounding bored, which he was.

"And where does the Ministry get the money?"
"Taxes."

"And taxes come from the people. It's all very costly. Do you know how much it costs to keep a wizard in Azkaban these days?"
"No…"

"It's ten times the price it was when they had the dementors. The dementors would do it for free, just to have victims to feed off of. But now that the dementors have been put down, we have actual witches and wizards guarding the cells of Azkaban. Those witches and wizards require payment. It costs more to keep one prisoner locked away for one year than it costs to put a muggleborn through Hogwarts. What would you rather have, your precious muggleborns educated or insignificant petty criminals locked up? Because there is only so much money, Harry, and that is the choice that has to be made. Any other solution will bankrupt our whole society."

"Why can't muggleborns pay their own way like everyone else?" Harry asked.

"No one pays their own way. Magical adults pay for magical children. When a set of magical parents produces a non-magical child, they are taxed just as much as if they'd produced a magical one, with none of the benefits of schooling. When a set of non-magical parents produced a magical child, the parents are not made to pay any taxes, because they are non-magical and not subject to our laws. Muggleborn children are allowed to go to school for free, while the rest of wizarding society foots the bill. Optimally, those children should grow up and then contribute back enough taxes to pay for their education, but that is not always the case. Often they choose to return to their muggle families and pay muggle taxes, wasting the investment the Ministry made on them. That is what makes purebloods so upset about muggleborns attending Hogwarts: our taxes are already too high and we don't all understand why we should pay. Now do you understand, Harry?" Draco finished.

"Not entirely, but I will concede that Fawley isn't a pro-Death Eater and has legitimate reasons for wanting to let some of the criminals out," Harry answered.

"Do you also understand why I'm mad?"

"Because I jumped to conclusions about your political beliefs?"

"And everything else as well. Would you like to know what you missed in my conversation with Pansy before you woke up?"
"Yes."
"Pansy came over because she'd just found out she is pregnant. She doesn't usually come over. I don't normally have visitors in the morning. I sleep all morning, because my illness makes me tired. She woke me up to tell me the good news. I told her that I wanted another baby. I wanted to be pregnant again too and then you'd have to wait on me and see that Kreacher was useless."

"Oh…"

"Does that change your opinion of that conversation?"

"Yes. Draco I had no idea."

"About which part? That we're human too? That much is obvious."

"Draco, for someone who just complained that I didn't give you a chance you are reaming me pretty badly here. What can I do to make you change your mind?"

"Nothing. I am sick and tired of how you treat me Harry. My friends, my family, and I are always by default wrong when it comes to you. You never give us a chance. I can't live like that anymore," Draco answered. "I have heard you out, which is more than you did me, because I love you. But the more we talk, the more it is obvious how prejudice you are against us. I think we should go through with the divorce."

"So we get a divorce then," Harry concluded.

"Yes. But will you grant me one request?"

"Possibly. What is it?"

"Do not let Kreacher cook with Eiona in the house. He's a safety hazard and I won't be able to stop worrying if you let him cook."

"I already ordered him to stop cooking the night he made the sandwiches."

Draco nodded and that was the end of that conversation. Harry took Eiona to Grimmauld Place and Draco went back to sleep.

Author's Note: And so Draco finally tells Harry off!

I'm going to visit my brother in California for 3 weeks, starting tomorrow. I'll finally get to see my new nephew, so I can't wait! On the other hand, updates might be a few days late if I get busy or stuck without internet.

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