Omake: Draco

Author's Note: The following is not part of the regular story. It's just here for fun as a treat from a particular reviewer who has been leaving comments for every chapter.

Warning: M-preg.

Draco Malfoy's third year of Hogwarts had been a horrible disaster. Everyone had heard the Weasley boy predict that he, Draco Malfoy, would give birth to a bald child. Worse still, it had actually started to come true. Everywhere he went he was followed by whispers and rumors. Even Crabbe and Goyle had asked him if he were going to have a boy or a girl.

Madame Pomfrey had attempted to prevent anything from happening. She gave him a few specially brewed potions that were supposed to inhibit pregnancy. When the school medi-witch gave him both the potion meant for men and the kind meant for women, Draco had been mortified. Worst of all, some of the sixth year Slytherin girls had seen what he had been taking and recognized it. Their laughter and wide eyes was more than he could stand.

So, he called his father.

He very soon wished he hadn't. The scowl he received from Lucius Malfoy, head of the Malfoy family, still made him cringe. But his father had pulled out every stop. He'd been taken to St. Mungo's, followed by a private clinic for the extremely wealthy, and even a very dark and scary shop off of Knockturn Alley. The things he had to swallow and the "cleansing" magics he had to endure were torture.

But they hadn't worked.

Three months after the Weasley prediction, Draco started to "show." At first it seemed to be just a little bloating. But then Draco started waking up nauseous. And started craving all kinds of odd kinds of food, including some Muggle candy. When he went back to Madame Pomfrey, she performed a diagnostic test and gasped, her hand going over her mouth.

"What?" he snapped at her. "What is it? I demand that you tell me what I have!"

"Well, I think it's still a little too early to tell what you'll have for sure…"

"What do you mean?" he asked in a cold voice.

"Congratulations?"

Draco was excused from his classes and sent back to Malfoy Manor. Fortunately for him, his father could afford to bring in tutors from all over to make sure he did not fall behind.

But it wasn't his behind that was the problem. It was his belly. It kept growing and swelling to the point that no wizard robe could conceal what had happened to him. Neither his father nor his mother was willing to so much as be seen with him.

And then the summer came and at last, the time the prophecy foretold came. Draco was left alone in his room with a private witch doctor specializing in magical births. His father and mother were nowhere to be seen.

"There, there, young Malfoy. The pain will go away soon. Here ya go," she said, wiping his forehead with a damp cloth.

He would have been grateful, if that was part of his character. As it were, he grunted a thanks and braced himself against the burning pain in his abdomen.

Burning pain? Now, Draco was no expert on child birth, but he was pretty sure it wasn't supposed to be a burning feeling.

And then his belly began to glow luminously. "AAAHHH!" the youngest Malfoy, at least for the next few minutes, screamed in agony. And then the part of his belly where the child was began to warp and detach from him. The medi-witch hurried over and wrapped the shape with a blanket. And then it was done.

"That's it?" Draco yelled.

"Well, what did you expect, young Draco," the witch asked kindly. "Did you expect to give birth the same way as a woman? No, I am sure that would kill you. Consider yourself lucky. Nevertheless, you're a mother."

"A father! I'm a father, you stupid hag!"

"Yes, right, a father."

"Well, what is it? A boy or a girl?" he asked impatiently.

"Well, look for yourself. The wee thing has nary a bit of hair on its head."

Draco sat up, feeling extremely drained, but physically fine. He looked over at the child in the medi-witch's arms.

And then Draco's scream could be heard throughout the entire manor.

Draco Malfoy had given birth to a house elf.