Lucius Malfoy had known fear. He had known panic. He had lived through all of that and more when the Dark Lord decided to invade his house and humiliate him and his family for his failure acquiring the prophecy.

However, having his wife quietly sipping tea in his own study was making him sweat around his collar.

Draco had been gone for a whole day already. Lucius was calm. Knowing Draco he was probably staying with some friends, trying to think through what was happening and formulate a plan.

Lucius knew he didn't have to worry. The note from Gringotts he had received the previous night stated that Draco had taken out some money, so at least he could hold himself up for a while. Sooner or later, he would come back and Lucius would be able to sort this whole mess out.

Narcissa wasn't so sure.

"Narcissa, you can go ahead to bed, you must be tired, darling." He said. She had suffered from tiredness a lot when she had carried Draco. Now that he thought about it… Draco had also been quite tired for a couple of weeks before the whole fiasco even began.

"No, shan't. A burning rage toward my son's father is keeping me awake." She said without missing a beat and Lucius cleared his throat, taking a sip of his own cup of tea. No response yet from Draco's friends. He didn't want to alert anyone of Draco having run away to save him from any embarrassment once he returned, but that meant that he'd sent an owl first, waiting for a response. Fire-calling was out of character unless it was an emergency and would have roused suspicion.

With a pop, a house-elf appeared by the door, head low and cowering.

"M-masters… A-Alfred D-Davis is at the gate."

A deadly silence filled the room before Lucius felt the unbridled rage explode within him. "How dare he show his face around here!" He snapped, slamming his hand down on the desk. "Is he alone?" He demanded.

"Y-yes master. He insists he must speak with young master Draco."

"If he's alone then I can kill him. Bring him here." Lucius hissed and the elf bowed, popping away. Narcissa stood and came to stand beside him.

"You will, of course, grant me the chance to make him suffer before we end him, won't you?" She said, her eyes on the door.

"Of course." Lucius said and stood a little straighter.

It took a few minutes for the man to walk over from the front gates. They had locked him out from their floo network the moment the first story came out.

It took every restraint within him not the kill the 25-year-old the moment he sauntered through the door, admiring the décor.

"I have to say, Mrs. Malfoy, you have a wonderful hand when it comes to renovation. The manor shows real class." Davis said, coming to sit in front of the desk, practically melting into the chair with a sigh, looking around as if the study was his.

"I'm surprised you know the meaning of the word." Narcissa said sweetly.

"You're such a charming mother-in-law. Alas, I was hoping to find my fiancée. Could you summon him for me?" He said calmly.

"I'd much rather kill you, actually." Lucius said.

"Incarcerous." Narcissa pointed her want at Davis, who still had the gall to look calm, despite the incoming hell they would take out on him.

"I don't think that would benefit either of you. You see… I sent a note to Rita Skeeter, mentioning I was coming here to reconcile with my beloved fiancée. I love him, you see, and am willing to go through with the marriage and forgive all his shortcomings." He said.

Lucius stood up and raised his wand.

"Do you actually think that I would allow you to marry my son, after what you've done?" Lucius hissed.

"Well… you won't have a choice. Once Draco agrees." He said.

"My son would never take you back."

He simply smirked. "We'll see. Either way, it's really in everyone's interest that you summon him. Now." Lucius raised his wand, summoning the will to kill, which came easy. "It really would do no good to harm me. The press knows I came here, should I suddenly disappear, the authorities will know exactly where I went."

Lucius had to bite his tongue. Instead, with a wave of his wand and the precise spell, he vanished Davis and dumped him into the muddy marsh beyond the gates. Through the window they saw as his body splashed down, staining all his white robes in the greyish mud of the swamp.

Narcissa came to stand beside him, looking at the man stumble out and yell profanities their way.

"Why was he so confident that Draco would take him back?" Lucius asked.

"Or that we wouldn't kill him?" Narcissa answered. "I doubt Draco would have told him about his state, he seemed to have run away the moment he received the letter from St. Mungo's.

"He seems to know something. And as much as it kills me that I won't be able to shed his blood today, we have to be careful. For Draco's sake." Lucius said.

"For Draco." Narcissa nodded. "We have to find him. We can't risk that man finding him first."

Lucius knew this. But now, rather than looking for him faster, they had to be even more covert. They couldn't let that man know that Draco was not under their protection.

oOoOoOo

Harry was still reeling at the news that Hermione gave him. Yes, male wizards could get pregnant. He didn't even ask how before she went into an explanation which Harry did not listen to. He just about heard the words magical cores, union, bonds, blah, blah, blah. It was all a blur after he realized that the Draco Malfoy that would be staying with him for at least a year is definitely knocked up.

He left the call without even answering Hermione's question of why he was asking such a thing. Suddenly it made perfect sense why Malfoy was so insistent on not returning home. All of a sudden, a feeling of relief came over him at the fact that he had decided to go after the blonde when he did. Where would he be now?

It was just so strange. To imagine the prat that had aggravated him the most during Hogwarts caring for a child. A child that he himself carried. Trying to picture Draco being paternal was a funny and scary thought. He couldn't even work a toaster and he expected to survive in the muggle world with a child in tow?

The thoughts gave him a headache as he took his morning shower. He groaned and rubbed his temple. This was going to be harder than he thought. As he stepped out of the shower he heard a violent hurling and hacking in the adjacent bathroom.

He grimaced but decided not to mention it, knowing Malfoy he probably wouldn't even allow Harry to see him walk around with a cold, let alone allow him to see him hurl.

He made his way down to the kitchen and got started on breakfast. Soon enough, Malfoy walked in looking pristine, despite wearing the same clothes from yesterday. Maybe just a little pale.

"I propose we go buy you clothes this morning." Harry said.

"Splendid. I'm fascinated to discover the tailors of the muggle world." Malfoy responded, sitting in the same spot from yesterday.

"Yeah, come here."

"What? Why?"

Harry smiled. "The sooner you learn to cook, the better." Malfoy groaned and took a deep breath, getting to his feet. "Now this here, is an egg." Harry started. Malfoy narrowed his eyes and Harry laughed. "I'm kidding. Alright, what do you want?" He asked.

"Poached eggs on toast." He said. Harry took a deep breath. There were so many things to teach, besides the basics, he had the added job of bringing a rich boy down to his new reality.

"Even I don't know how to make poached eggs. Your options are scrambled, fried, boiled or omelet."

"Fine, scrambled." Malfoy said with a huff. Harry walked him through it, cooking one and letting him do the other. For now, Harry took over toasting the bread with a hotplate since they still had to go buy a new toaster.

Finally, almost half an hour later, they sat down to eat. "You'll get the hang of it quickly enough." Harry said. "It's like potions." Harry said.

Malfoy ate cautiously. "They're a bit salty." He said.

"Next time you add less salt." Harry said with a shrug. Malfoy didn't complain and ate most of it.

"As much as I don't wish to be offensive, I can't eat anymore." He said, starting to look a bit pale once more.

"Here, maybe some sips of this will help." Harry said, passing him a glass of orange juice. "Plus, lots of vitamins for the baby." He said and Malfoy looked at him horrified. "What? You don't want to talk about it?"

"No. I just… It's strange hearing it from you… this whole situation is very strange for me."

Harry chuckled as he drank his own glass of orange juice. "Yeah, because us being roommates is something I always pictured us doing." He said.

They left the house and Harry lead the way.

oOoOoOo

Draco got the hang of muggle money fairly quickly. He'd always been good at arithmancy and one hundred pence to a pound plus counting in hundreds was the easiest thing he'd come across in a while.

As it turns out, they did not go to a tailor. In fact, although muggles have tailors, Potter advised him that they were out of his budget.

As he stared at the rows of ready-made clothes Draco wondered why this wasn't available in the wizarding world. Tailors weren't as expensive as here, but they were neither cheap, despite patterns being baggier and less form-fitting than muggle clothes.

Draco reached to feel the fabric, noticing it was soft and stretchy. It wasn't luxurious, and didn't carry any magical properties, but did it have to be?

"Did you choose something?" Potter asked and Draco snapped out of it, looking up at him.

"Uh… sure, this one looks good." He said. Potter stared at it.

"It's black."

"Yes?"

"You already have three other black shirts." Potter said.

"Your point?" Annoyance was climbing and he picked a couple of sizes before heading to the changing room that Potter led him to.

"There, try them out and see which fits better." He said and sent him into a cubicle.

Draco removed his shirt and grabbed the first muggle garment he could get his hands on. He stared at it.

"Potter…"

"Yuhuh?" Came the uncultured reply and Draco resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"This doesn't have buttons?" He asked.

"Just put it over your head."

Draco stared at it some more and threw it over his head, sticking his head in, tugging the stretchy fabric. His head didn't go through the hole and he got his arm stuck on a way-too-big-a-hole.

"Great idea Potter, now I'm stuck!"

"How?" Potter replied. "Alright, let me in."

"I can't." He grumbled. He heard a whispered 'alohamora' and the door opened before shutting again.

"If I had a camera right now." Potter said.

"You wouldn't dare." Draco hissed. "This is so undignified! Help me!"

"Stay still…" Came a voice close to him and Draco felt his heart skip a beat.

Damnit. This was the worst. He felt Potter's hands on his bare skin, untangling him from his restraints. Draco felt his head slip through the hole on the shirt properly this time and finally, he was dressed.

Potter was closer than he imagined him to be, eyeing him in an intense way he couldn't identify. His breath got caught in his throat as Potter reached out to touch his neck.

What is happening?

What is Potter doing?

Why wasn't Draco stopping it?

"I didn't realise you were permanently scarred." Potter said and Draco froze, realizing what Potter had seen. He stepped back, pulling his neckline a little higher. Usually, he wore high necks ever since then. One of the scars was visible climbing up his shoulder blade and around his neck.

"Yes… getting sliced up will do that to someone." Draco said, self-conscious. Davis agreed on hiding his scars when he first saw them. They were imperfections that did not belong on a pureblood heir like him.

"I'm sorry."

Draco looked up at him surprised.

"It was a long time ago, Potter." He said. "I think you've more than made up for it already."

"It was my fault all the same." Potter seemed angry before he took a deep breath and looked away. "I think this is your size… let me know if you need any more help." He said and left.

Draco watched him go and looked at himself in the mirror. What did imperfections matter now? He was no longer a pureblood heir. He touched the scar and shuddered as he remembered Potter's hands on his chest.

He needed to curb these hormones, or he was bound to do something stupid.

"Happy thoughts." He mumbled to himself. He took note of his size and left the changing room. Potter was sitting in the waiting space hands on his knees looking at the ground with a cool anger, probably still blaming himself. Draco armed himself with a smirk as the saviour looked up.

"Let's go, Potter."