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A/N: I'm so sorry this is late; I was busy with school and work and then Thanksgiving came. I should be updating at least once a month, if not more.

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Chapter 2

Neville stared at Draco wide-eyed. He hadn't seen the blonde in four months, ever since Draco kicked him out of the Malfoy Manor. 'What exactly is he doing here?'

"I'm not going to deal with this," Draco mumbled. He turned his heel and started to walk away.

Suddenly, Neville snapped back into reality and reached out to him. The brunette said, "Come inside so we can talk privately."

Draco nodded and stepped into the flat. It was a normal one-bedroom flat. There was a small living room with one large brown couch and a navy blue loveseat. The coffee table in the middle was mahogany with a deep brown color to it. Draco sat down on the large couch and looked into the kitchen, which, from what he could see, had green walls that matched the living room and dark brown cabinets. 'Earthy,' he thought with an inner chuckle.

"So," Neville started walking to the loveseat, "what do you want to talk about?"

The smaller man composed himself, showing an indifference facial expression. "Before I begin to tell you, I must have your agreement to not tell anyone about this. I don't want this to get around." Neville nodded. "Do I have your word?"

"You have my word."

Taking a deep breath, Draco said, "I'm pregnant."

Neville's eyes widen once again. "What? You-you can't be. But..."

"I'm sure you know it is possibly for a man to get pregnant, Neville. Did we not read the Malfoy's and Longbottom's history?"

"But-but... Wait a minute. How many months along are you," Neville blurted out, not thinking about his words carefully.

Now it was Draco's turn to be shocked. The baby was Neville's so of course he of all people should know how many months along Draco was. Unless he thought that the blonde had been sleeping around, but why would Draco degrade in doing something like that? "Do you doubt your paternity?"

"I might have to if it doesn't line up with the timeline," Neville answered coldly.

"I'll have you know I am 14 weeks pregnant," Draco huffed with a hint of sadness and anger in his voice. "So yes, you are the father."

"Why are you telling me this now if you're 14 week along? It would've only taken you eight weeks to take the test."

"I was in denial-"

"For six weeks? You were in denial for six weeks? You can't expect me to believe that Draco. Not after all the time I'd been with you."

He sighed. "No. Not for six weeks. Mother was the one who took me to the healers. She thought I was terminal ill. When the healer told me I was pregnant, I refused to believe it until he performed the test five more times."

The brunette took a deep breath. "So it's real then."

"Yeah."

"Merlin. What are we going to do? I mean I don't how to be a father?"

"All we can do is try I guess," Draco shrugged. He didn't have the best father but to say his father was a bad one didn't feel right. His father made mistakes, sure, but his father did what he needed to protect his family, even though what he did wasn't exactly right. The blonde stood up and said, "The next healer's appointment is Tuesday at one in the afternoon. You should Floo in to the Manor at a quarter before. There are some things we need to discuss. Until then Neville." He nodded Neville goodbye.

"Until then Draco," Neville said, watching Draco open the door and leave.

Draco walked to the building's elevator. He stood there with his hands on his hips and tapping his foot. Apparating to the left of him, Hermione gave Draco a knowing smile. "How did it go?" she asked.

"He was shocked, then had doubts about him being the father." Her smile faltered. "But he is going to the next appointment so I guess that's what counts, right?"

"Yeah. Come on." She held her hand to Draco. "Let's get you home."

"I thought we were going to your muggle home?"

"Yes we are, but we're only going to use the floo in my house. Unless you want to stick around and wait until Ron gets home and then explain to him why you're in my house. I don't mind really." She smirked.

Draco scoffed.

"Then let's go."

"Okay, okay. I don't know why I let you boss me around like this."

Hermione chuckled. "It's because I'm your healer. I'm doing what's best for you and your baby."

"So you say," he joked, smiling.

Once the two got to the cool outside air and walked to the parking lot, Hermione helped Draco into her car and drove off with him.

Standing in the shower, his body just far enough for the water from the showerhead to reach his chest, Neville pondered about the day's findings.

Draco was four months pregnant which means they had conceived the baby during the month they broke up. He was obviously nervous about something. As soon as Draco had sat down, Neville noticed something was up with him. The blonde's expressionless face and formal voice at the beginning were setting up red flags for Neville.

Neville shaken his head, clearing his mind, and walked out of the shower. He got dressed and went to bed. The sky was only orange and purple but today was a draining day for the young father to be. He would need all the rest he could get.