Draco walked away with his head held high. He had some muggle money in the pocket of his robes which should get him a place somewhere in an inn. He stopped at the exit to the park, staring at the city. Now, what does a muggle inn look like?

He tried to shake off the dread of owing Potter anything right now, but all bills will be paid the instant he secured accommodation. He began crossing the road.

HONK! HONK!

A deafening screech made Draco almost jump out of his skin as a muggle vehicle came to a sudden stop, inches from hitting him. The driver poked his head out of his window, a mixture of panic and anger on his face.

"Watch where you're going you blooming idiot! Crazy lunatic!" He yelled as Draco backed up, back onto the secure pavement, where the muggles stared at him.

"Are you alright?" One woman asked, she looked about his mother's age and he nodded shakily.

"I'm fine…" He said, stepping away from the muggle.

The light across changed from a red man to a green one and the muggles began crossing the road, without concern. The muggle vehicles stopped and Draco followed the rest of the muggles. As he finished crossing, the skies rumbled softly and rain began to fall.

He had to calm down. He can do this. He just had to be more observant of how the muggles behaved.

The rain came down heavier and he walked faster, looking for somewhere to wait out the rain. He found a dreadful little coffee shop on a street off the main road and ordered a tea. The mug came with the teabag still inside, too little milk and no sugar. He cringed as he took a sip of the bitter mix and sighed. At least Potter knew how to make a decent cup of tea.

Draco sat by the window, watching the rain come down hard. Sitting here, by himself, he realized that Potter probably had a point. If he couldn't get a bank account, even if someone managed to give him a place to stay without identification, he would still run out of money very quickly. He would have to walk back to Gringotts and risk being seen by his father or the press, or even that bastard. He fantasized about killing him as he sipped his tea. However, as tempting as it would be, getting thrown in Azkaban wouldn't do the child growing inside him any favours.

What was it that Potter had said? To stay with him? In that decrepit house? In all fairness, the room he'd stayed in had been pleasantly warm and smelled quite fresh and clean. He could have stayed with him. But then... he would have had to tell him. Draco was mortified even imagining it, Potter mocking him, laughing in his face, much like the rest of the wizarding world was doing already at his expense.

But... now that he thought about it... how would he hide his condition in the muggle world in the first place? Male muggles didn't ever end up in the state he was in, his condition was only possible due to magical cores combining to create life.

"Why did I sleep with him?" He whispered to himself. He should have known better than to let his guard down. You can't trust anyone in this world, ever. He should have waited until they were married.

"Looks like you dodged something big there." Potter's voice rang in his ears and Draco stared at his cup of tea. If he had married that man, who knows what unhappiness he would have faced then.

"You're so beautiful." Alfred whispered against his ear. Draco only groaned, gripping the sheets harder, arching his back at the pain.

Draco snapped out of it and shuddered in disgust. Even if he had agreed, he wondered why people even talked so highly about sex. It was unpleasant. He had hoped it would have been at least somewhat fun, something to compensate for the boring six months of dating they had spent together.

If he had married him he would have been all too happy to only do it to procreate and stop once an heir had been sired.

Draco was the Malfoy heir, he should be the one people listened to. Davis was just a fourth son of a big family, the inheritance he would probably receive would be close to nothing and yet he came into his life and upturned it just as Draco had been ready to settle down and move on from the war.

Why did he run away again?

Because it was cause for being disowned instantly. There were things he could try to end this condition, but he didn't want to. He was a Malfoy, disowned or not, he would take responsibility and care for this child with pride. The world be damned.

Even if it meant accepting help from Potter.

A wave of nausea struck him all of a sudden and he took a deep breath, closing his eyes to try and let it pass. He would not throw up in public. He had yet to throw up in front of anyone since he was five and he refused to start now.

The door to the shop opened but he was too busy breathing through the sensation to notice Potter.

"There you are." He looked up to see Potter drenched from head to toe, dripping rainwater. "Look, you are clearly hopeless and need help so just stop being stubborn and... woah, you look really pale."

Draco just stared at him. Potter looked manly despite being drenched, his messy hair somehow framing his face just right to accentuate the features he had grown into. His build, still that of a quidditch player, was accentuated by the rain making the muggle clothes cling to his body just a little bit closer.

Potter looked at him concerned after, apparently, having gone to look for him in the rain, and Draco's heart skipped a beat. Or two. He looked away immediately, staring at the rain, the nausea getting worse now that his heart had started to join in the fun.

No, no. Absolutely not. That was just his hormones. Yes, pregnancy is supposed to increase neediness. This was just that. He absolutely was not remotely interested in Potter.

"I'll be fine." Draco managed to force out without dry heaving and cleared his throat turning to him. "I have decided that I will allow you to help me, in the end." He said simply.

"Oh, that's great, thank you for allowing me that privilege." He said sarcastically and passed his fingers through his wet hair. "Come on, let's go."

Draco followed him focusing all his energy on not throwing up before he reached the safety of Grimmauld place. He didn't realise it, but entering that decrepit old house after Potter somehow made him feel like he was safe.

oOoOoOo

Harry didn't realise he'd been stressed until Malfoy agreed to return with him. He took a nice long shower as the rain had chilled him. Since he'd gone out into the muggle world, he'd worn regular clothes that weren't charmed to repel rain while Malfoy still wore his expensive robes that automatically stayed dry.

He stepped out to a concerning smell of burning and hurried to throw on some trousers before running down to the kitchen. What he saw was Draco Malfoy looking guilty in front of a black toaster soaked in water. The toaster used to be silver.

"So... what you got there?" Harry asked and Malfoy looked at him alarmed.

"Your muggle contraption caught flame!" He exclaimed. "Why are you using such deadly items?"

Harry pressed his lips together. He couldn't laugh. Malfoy would probably start throwing punches if he did. When he connected the house to the electric grid he wasn't considering that a wizard like Draco Malfoy would come and try to work his toaster.

"How about you leave the muggle machines alone until I show you how to use them safely." Harry said and disconnected the toaster from the wall, chucking it into the bin. "Are you hurt?" He asked.

"No, I didn't touch it after it burst into flames. Just spelled some water on it." Malfoy said.

"Oh good. You owe me a new toaster." He said and went to sit down, not noticing the blonde's eyes on his chest. "I'm going to finish getting dressed, be right back."

oOoOoOo

Draco huffed as he sat himself down, closing his eyes to keep the nausea at bay and to erase Potter's chiselled torso from his memory.

"Happy thoughts, happy thoughts." Draco mumbled to himself, thinking of ways to ruin Davis' life that would cause him the most suffering.

"Ok, I'm back." Potter said and joined him at the table. "You're looking pale again." He said.

"Yes... I'll be fine." He said and served himself a glass of water, drinking slowly. "Now, let us discuss a contract." He said and with a wave of his wand summoned some of Potter's parchment paper and a quill. "You write." He said and Potter obeyed. "I will pay rent in exchange for staying here."

Potter began writing. "I will charge you one hundred galleons a month, central London rates." He explained. "Separately, we'll pay half the services. Every month, or every three months, depending on when the muggle companies send us the bills to pay."

"I don't understand what that means but sure." Draco said.

"My guess is it will end up being around fifty galleons extra a month once I have the telephone line installed. Something you'll want to learn to use if you plan to get a job in the muggle world." He said.

"Fine." Draco agreed. Might as well learn to use these muggle devices now rather than later, with a child under his arm.

"We can make this contract valid for one year, it's the usual renting time in the muggle world so you can get used to the contracts." Potter said, writing some more. "If you don't pay me, you have up to three months to pay the overdue rent or you're out. If you cut the contract short you still have to pay the remaining months of rent when you leave."

Draco nodded. Potter was making the contract as realistic as any other rental property and that's what he wanted. He didn't want any favours.

"You have to pay a month ahead as a deposit and you are allowed to use your room, your ensuite bathroom, and any other room on the ground floor which includes the kitchen and the living room."

Draco looked around and thought of how to get some things in his favour. "In exchange for paying the usual rental prices and services, you will work towards renovating this home to a liveable standard." Potter stared at him and forced a smile.

"I was already working on that, but fine, just to put your mind at ease, I will write it down." They speculated a number of extra details before signing. Draco signed first, followed by Potter.

It was once the ink turned gold with the magic binding that Draco decided it was time.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Malfoy." Potter said dismissively, making a copy of the contract and handing it to him, making the original vanish into storage.

"Now that it's official that I will be living here for at least a year, I feel I should make you aware of this, for the sake of safety." Draco said. Potter looked at him in suspicion but waited for him to speak. "The reason I ran away is because I'm... carrying a child." He said.

Potter blinked at him, suspicion replaced by confusion. "Carrying a child? Carrying where?" He asked confused and Draco resisted the urge to punch him.

"I... was intimate with Davis, before marriage and found myself with child." He repeated.

"I... don't understand." Potter said with the face of an idiot.

"Are you stupid, Potter? What does being 'with child' mean?"

"I know what it means! But what the hell does it mean in your case? Are you running away with some lover witch you have tucked away too?" He asked confused.

"No, Merlin! Potter, I am with child." Still a blank stare. "I'm pregnant you imbecile."

Potter blinked, looking at him then down at where his stomach would be, currently covered from his view by the table. "I see..." Did he see? Draco only just realised this was the first person he'd ever told so far. "So... you... were actually a girl this whole time?"

"Ugh! How can you be so stupid? No! I am a man! Wizards can bear children too!"

"They what?!" Potter said, eyes wide in horror.

"It's too late to change your mind now, Potter, you signed the contract. I just thought I'd let you know considering I may be unwell from time to time. Also so you understand why I wanted this place to be decent by the time the baby comes. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to my room."

He left, still wildly annoyed at Potter's stupidity. Draco didn't know zilch about the muggle world because he never thought he'd step foot in it, but Potter had been living in the wizarding world for nine years now! How could he possibly not know this? Well, it was true that Hogwarts didn't teach about the birds and the bees at any point in time, but the other should have still known this basic fact.

Well, it didn't matter, he knew now, which was all that mattered.

oOoOoOo

Harry stared at Malfoy as he stormed out, trying to process what just happened. No, Malfoy was messing around with him. There was no way. Harry stumbled to get out of the chair, stumbling against the corner of the table with a groan. He ran into the living room to fire-call Hermione immediately.