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moit_ficsTitle: How Do You Want Me (1/34)
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Rating: R
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Fandom: Harry Potter
Warnings: Angst, Extreme Physical Abuse, Language, Male Pregnancy, Parenthood/Children, Smut, Yaoi / Slash
Summary: Harry sneaks out of his dorm and runs into the one and only, Draco Malfoy. After Draco gives him an illegal potion, their world is about to be flipped upside down
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author’s Note: I've finally revised Chapter 1, which leaves me with 33 chapters to go. Whether you've read this before, or are new to the story, this is going to be a slightly different version than the original, as I consider this the final copy and the original a draft. One main change is that this copy will include a lot more of Ron and Hermione, who I somehow managed to exclude the first time around.
A dark shadow slid along the corridor near the trophy room. Opposite the shadow, hidden under his invisibility cloak, crept Harry Potter. The shadow stumbled into a suit of armour sending it crashing in pieces to the stone floor. Alarmed, Harry let go of the cloak and it fluttered to his feet. The shadow ducked into the light in an attempt to catch the pieces of the falling statue when it realized someone else was there. The person stepped fully into the light and Harry drew his wand. It wouldn't do to allow the enemy to corner him while he was still unarmed.
"Potter," Draco Malfoy sneered, taking slow, deliberate steps toward the Gryffindor. "What's wrong scar-head? No Weasel or mudblood to second you this time?" He mocked as his cold grey eyes fixed on Harry. Harry backed up against the wall, but the Slytherin boy kept advancing. Draco was close; Harry could feel the taller boy's hot breath on his face.
"I don't see you with a second, Malfoy." Harry eyed the invisibility cloak at his feet, silently judging whether he’d have time to summon it before Draco realized what he was doing.
Unfortunately his distraction cost him a heavy price. Draco cast expelliarmus and his wand was suddenly at Harry's throat.
"I didn't think you’ll need that cloak—at least not until I’m done with you." Draco smirked, causing things low in Harry’s groin to stir. "Drop your wand."
"Malfoy, let's just duel so I can go back to bed, all right? I have a Defence exam tomorrow. Just give me my ruddy wand back and make this a fair fight"
Draco arched a perfect eyebrow. "I'm rather amused, Potter. As if I would take your feelings in to account while deciding what I should do with such a delicious at wandpoint. You’re forgetting I’m the Slytherin here."
“What do you want, Malfoy? Obviously you don’t want a duel. Would you rather a scrap with fists muggle-style? I’ll oblige you, kick your arse, and you can go back to the dungeons where you belong,” Harry challenged, his bravery mounting.
“Do you really know what I want, Potter?"
"With you, I could only imagine," Harry answered through gritted teeth.
"What I want," Draco purred, reaching a hand up, to caress Harry's cheek, “is you.”
The Gryffindor flinched visibly. “You’re a sick fuck, Malfoy. I don’t do blokes. And even if I did, I would never do you.”
Draco chuckled. He ran his thumb over Harry’s sweat-damp cheeks before leaning in and capturing the smaller boy’s lips in a soft kiss.
Harry's eyes grew wide as he frantically tried to push Draco away. The Slytherin bit down on Harry's bottom lip and taking advantage of the opportunity slid his tongue into the smaller boy's warm mouth.
Having been nearly celibate during his sixteen years, Harry's hormones began to kick in and he couldn't help but kiss Draco back. Draco's tongue felt like velvet against his own. The Gryffindor slid his arms around the taller boy's neck and pulled him closer. Harry lost himself in the kiss. The blond gently but firmly wedged his knee between Harry's, nestling his thigh against the warmth of the brunette's crotch. Jade eyes flew open when he felt his rival's leg press against his arousal.
"Malfoy," Harry mumbled against the smooth lips.
"What?" Draco asked between kisses.
"We should-" Harry groaned as the blond trailed wet kisses down his throat, pausing to suck on his Adam's apple. "-go somewhere more private." Storm grey eyes met his own, accompanied by a mischievous grin.
"Why Potter, I thought you'd never ask."
Harry stumbled along in front of Draco underneath the invisibility cloak feeling somewhat like a hostage, considering he had no clue where they were going. They made their way very slowly down the stairs to the dungeons and stopped just short of the entrance to the Slytherin common room. Draco slipped out from under the cloak with his wand, facing a portrait of two elderly wizards playing cards.
"The ace of spades will win the game," Draco whispered to the wizard on the left.
"Are you sure-" Harry started, but Draco silenced him with a finger to his lips.
The man on the left winked at Draco and gave the slightest nod. The portrait faded into the surrounding wall, which revealed a door. Draco turned the handle and allowed the door to swing into the room.
"What are you waiting for?" The blond asked, gesturing towards the entrance. Harry took a deep breath and walked slowly through the doorway. As he stepped through, the silver cloak slipped from his fingertips to puddle at his feet.
The floor was wood, complimenting four-poster bed in the centre of the room. Deep emerald curtains tied back to each post revealed a soft velvet duvet. With a whispered word from Draco, the fireplace that took up the majority of the left wall flared to life, casting a slight glow upon the couple. It also made the room feel more comfortable; a feeling not unlike the Gryffindor common room.
"You like?" The silky voice behind Harry made him jump.
"It's amazing," He whispered.
Draco's arms slid around his waist and his chin rested on the brunette's shoulder. "It's mine. The Slytherin prefects get a room to themselves."
Harry could only nod in reply.
The blond slid his hand down Harry's belly to cup his arousal. Harry sucked his breath in sharply through clenched teeth. "Maybe you should get comfortable." Draco grinned, pushing him onto the bed.
"I'm going to regret this tomorrow morning." Harry sighed deeply, leaning back into Draco's caresses.
"Brilliant. I'll be right back," Draco whispered, licking Harry's neck before disappearing into the bathroom.
As quietly as he could, Draco unzipped the bag he had left in there and pulled out a vial. It contained a blood red liquid that had the consistency of an expensive red wine. Closing his fingers over the vial, he headed back to where Harry lay on the bed looking innocent and nervous. Draco climbed back onto the bed and straddled the brunette's hips.
"I've never-"
"Hush," Draco said, placing a finger on Harry's lips. "Just relax. I promise I won't hurt you."
"But-" Harry started again.
Draco revealed the vial he held. "Drink this; it will help you loosen up."
Harry looked at the potion sceptically before downing it in one go. He blinked his eyes a few times as they began to water.
"That was pretty strong," He croaked. "Are you sure it was supposed to help me relax?"
"Of course," Draco answered, a sinister smile creeping up his lips.
"All right," Harry said, smiling as well.
Draco collapsed against Harry's chest, breathing hard. Harry smoothed the blond hair out of his eyes and kissed him deeply. Draco slid his arms under Harry's shoulders and held him tight.
"I love you, Harry Potter," Draco said, as he pulled away to look into Harry's eyes.
"Whoa,” Harry said, putting his hands up in physical defence against Draco’s words. “I told you, Malfoy, I don’t swing that way. This was just sex.”
Swallowing hard, Draco tried to keep his heart from dropping through his stomach. Something had gone wrong with the love potion he gave Harry. It was something he found in an old tome in his father's library. The potion had taken 2 months to make and required some hard-to-find ingredients, not to mention the fact that love potions themselves were illegal. If something had gone wrong, the results could be devastating.
"Don't you," Draco closed his eyes trying to regain his thoughts, "don't you have feelings for me?"
Harry laughed at the question and sobered when he realized Draco was serious. "Malfoy, I hate you," he said slowly, as though speaking to a small child, "and you hate me."
"I don't hate you," Draco said, quietly.
“Yes." Harry stood up and pulled his boxers on. "Yes," He said again, pulling his trousers up and buckling them wrong in frustration. "Yes, you do." He roughly pulled his shirt on; tie and robe in hand. With a deep breath, he turned to look at Draco. "You don't love me. I don't love you and we only had sex-" He stopped in mid-sentence and closed his eyes tightly as a wave of unexpected pain over took his body.
"Harry?" Draco asked, sitting up in alarm.
Harry took a deep breath and opened his eyes to look at Draco again.
"We only had sex-" Another wave of pain rippled through his body and Draco was already getting dressed. "We only-" This time Harry cried out and fell to the floor in pain. Draco pulled his shirt and trousers on haphazardly and gathered a trembling Harry into his arms.
"Oh gods, it hurts," He choked out, holding onto Draco as tight as he could. "It hurts so badly." Harry buried his face into Draco's shoulder as the pain and sobs wracked his thin frame.
Draco did not think twice as he kicked his door open and made his way through the dungeons up to the hospital wing. Luckily, nobody else was in the hallway because it was well after hours. Sliding into the infirmary, Draco called out for the medi-witch, uncaring whether she was asleep or not. Harry had since taken to concentrating on steady breathing as the tremors quaked through his body. They were so intense Draco could feel them as well.
Madame Pomfrey ran out of her quarters in a flurry. When she saw Harry in Draco’s arms, she nearly went into a panic. Motioning for Draco to lay the sobbing teenager on an empty bed, the medi-witch quickly cast a few scanning spells to check his vital signs.
"What happened?" She asked, scanning Harry with her wand.
"I didn't do anything!" Draco shrieked.
"Mr. Malfoy, Potter is in critical condition," the nurse said, staring pointedly at the monitor next to the bed, "if you don't tell me what happened, he could die."
Draco sighed deeply. There was no escape now. "I- I gave him a love potion. I didn't mean to hurt him! Honestly! I just thought- well, I gave him the potion and then we had sex and then he-"
"Silencio!" Pomfrey shouted the silencing spell. "Enough babbling, Mr. Malfoy. I just needed to know what happened. Love potions are very dangerous—not to mention illegal—but I should be able to reverse the effects."
After what seemed like hours, Madame Pomfrey stepped away from Harry’s bedside. She held her wand out in front to herself horizontally.
"Mr. Malfoy, come over here."
Draco stepped forward, casting a nervous glance towards the Gryffindor, who appeared to be sleeping in the sterile white hospital bed. He raised his eyes to the mediwitch’s disapproving glare.
"Do you know what this means?" She indicated the glowing pink tip of her wand.
"No, ma’am," he said, although a sick feeling his stomach told him differently. He saw that very same sign when-
"Mr. Malfoy, the potion you used on Mr. Potter is grounds for expulsion."
Draco held his breath.
"However, it is up to him to decide whether he would like to take that course of action against the father of his child."
Closing his eyes, Draco exhaled. "It’s a girl, isn’t it?"
Pomfrey pursed her lips. "You may be a foolish young man, but at least you are no stranger to the world. The only thing we can do now is let him rest." She shook her head sadly before walking out of the room.
Draco sat down in a chair next to Harry’s bed. He took the Gryffindor’s small hand, careful not to disturb the sleeping boy, and cradled it between his own hands.
"I never meant for it to turn out like this, Harry," Draco whispered, "I just wanted you to love me." He stood up. "When you’re ready to talk, you’ll find me."
Ron and Hermione were at the infirmary as soon as Professor McGonagall told them Harry had been taken there. The Head of House refused to tell him exactly how their best friend ended up there. Instead, she just recommended (insisted) they visit, should Harry wake up.
Hermione approached the bed slowly, Ron trailing a few steps behind.
“Oh, Harry, what have you done, now?” She asked, taking a seat next to the bed.
Harry looked much younger than sixteen lying on the hospital-white sheets that seemed to bleed the colour from his already pallid complexion.
“He probably went out for a midnight duel with Malfoy,” Ron joked.
“Ron!” Hermione chastised. “That’s not funny. Harry could be in serious trouble right now.”
Ron raised his eyebrows, regarding his friend. “Well, I’m sure that’s not the case. He would have woken me up to second.”
Hermione shook her head disapprovingly and turned her attention back to Harry. “He looks so sick,” she said, smoothing the fringe back from his forehead.
Just then, Madame Pomfrey came into the room, doing rounds.
“Madame Pomfrey?” Hermione asked, turning to the mediwitch.
“Yes, dear?” the woman asked without taking her attention from the chart in her hands.
“Could you tell us why Harry is here? Has he been cursed?”
Ron and Pomfrey could both practically see the wheels in Hermione’s head turning. Sometimes the girl was too bright for her own good.
“I’m afraid I can’t,” Pomfrey said, pursing her lips. “I’m under strict patient-mediwitch confidentiality as per the Department of Magical Healing and Prevention.”
Hermione nodded, but she didn’t look entirely convinced. “Thank you,” she said, nodding.
When she and Ron left the infirmary, she turned in the direction opposite Gryffindor tower.
“Do I need to ask where you’re going?” Ron asked, sighing heavily.
Hermione stopped and turned to face the redhead with her hands on her hips. “Ronald, if you would pay attention just once maybe you would remember something other than Quidditch facts.” She huffed audibly. “Are you that dense? There is no Department of Magical Healing and Prevention. All mediwizards and mediwitches are certified by St. Mungos, which is regulated by the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. Madame Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall are covering something up, I know it. Something strange happened to Harry last night.”
“Maybe he just didn’t want us to know that he ate a bad cauldron cake or something. Why do you always jump to the worst conclusions? This is Harry we’re talking about.”
“Exactly!” Hermione exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. She strode off down the hall towards the library, leaving a bewildered Ron in her wake.
Harry woke up several days later. Draco hadn’t been back to see him, but Ron and Hermione visited every day.
"Madame Pomfrey?" Harry called out timidly, sitting up in the bed, fumbling for his glasses.
The medi-witch hurried into the room. "Oh dear, you’re awake!" Running her wand down the length of his body, she gave him an appraising look. "How do you feel?"
Harry scrunched up his face, stretching his arms over his head. "I’m still a little tired," he shrugged, "But I feel okay."
"No pain anywhere?"
"No." Harry’s dark eyebrows furred. "What happened to me? How long have I been here?"
"What do you remember?"
Harry closed his eyes tightly, as though it would assist his memory. "I was with Malfoy and we," his cheeks coloured lightly and he looked away. "I don’t remember anything after that."
"Harry, have you ever thought about having children?"
Harry’s head whipped towards the question, a curious eyebrow raised. "Of course I have, but what does that have to do with Malfoy?"
The tension in the room was thick and Madame Pomfrey didn’t answer at first. She looked steadily into Harry’s green eyes as the sixteen-year-old stared just as steadily back at her. "Mr. Malfoy gave you an illegal love potion."
Harry’s eyebrows disappeared under his fringe, but he said nothing.
"I’m not going to drag this out. The potion he gave you was supposed to bind you to him forever. Unfortunately, the potion didn’t work the way he intended."
"I’m pregnant," Harry interrupted.
Madame Pomfrey nodded. "Fortunately it can be terminated within minutes, leaving you without a scar."
Harry’s attention drifted from the mediwitch to his flat stomach. He spread his hands palm-down over the surface protectively. "Please don’t make me," he said suddenly, turning his head to look at Madame Pomfrey.
Taken aback, the medi-witch said nothing. Instead, she stood up and nodded. "Your robes are on the nightstand along with your wand. You are free to go." She turned and walked out of the room, leaving Harry to his own thoughts.
Author:
moitRating: R
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Fandom: Harry Potter
Warnings: Angst, Extreme Physical Abuse, Language, Male Pregnancy, Parenthood/Children, Smut, Yaoi / Slash
Summary: Harry sneaks out of his dorm and runs into the one and only, Draco Malfoy. After Draco gives him an illegal potion, their world is about to be flipped upside down
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author’s Note: I've finally revised Chapter 1, which leaves me with 33 chapters to go. Whether you've read this before, or are new to the story, this is going to be a slightly different version than the original, as I consider this the final copy and the original a draft. One main change is that this copy will include a lot more of Ron and Hermione, who I somehow managed to exclude the first time around.
A dark shadow slid along the corridor near the trophy room. Opposite the shadow, hidden under his invisibility cloak, crept Harry Potter. The shadow stumbled into a suit of armour sending it crashing in pieces to the stone floor. Alarmed, Harry let go of the cloak and it fluttered to his feet. The shadow ducked into the light in an attempt to catch the pieces of the falling statue when it realized someone else was there. The person stepped fully into the light and Harry drew his wand. It wouldn't do to allow the enemy to corner him while he was still unarmed.
"Potter," Draco Malfoy sneered, taking slow, deliberate steps toward the Gryffindor. "What's wrong scar-head? No Weasel or mudblood to second you this time?" He mocked as his cold grey eyes fixed on Harry. Harry backed up against the wall, but the Slytherin boy kept advancing. Draco was close; Harry could feel the taller boy's hot breath on his face.
"I don't see you with a second, Malfoy." Harry eyed the invisibility cloak at his feet, silently judging whether he’d have time to summon it before Draco realized what he was doing.
Unfortunately his distraction cost him a heavy price. Draco cast expelliarmus and his wand was suddenly at Harry's throat.
"I didn't think you’ll need that cloak—at least not until I’m done with you." Draco smirked, causing things low in Harry’s groin to stir. "Drop your wand."
"Malfoy, let's just duel so I can go back to bed, all right? I have a Defence exam tomorrow. Just give me my ruddy wand back and make this a fair fight"
Draco arched a perfect eyebrow. "I'm rather amused, Potter. As if I would take your feelings in to account while deciding what I should do with such a delicious at wandpoint. You’re forgetting I’m the Slytherin here."
“What do you want, Malfoy? Obviously you don’t want a duel. Would you rather a scrap with fists muggle-style? I’ll oblige you, kick your arse, and you can go back to the dungeons where you belong,” Harry challenged, his bravery mounting.
“Do you really know what I want, Potter?"
"With you, I could only imagine," Harry answered through gritted teeth.
"What I want," Draco purred, reaching a hand up, to caress Harry's cheek, “is you.”
The Gryffindor flinched visibly. “You’re a sick fuck, Malfoy. I don’t do blokes. And even if I did, I would never do you.”
Draco chuckled. He ran his thumb over Harry’s sweat-damp cheeks before leaning in and capturing the smaller boy’s lips in a soft kiss.
Harry's eyes grew wide as he frantically tried to push Draco away. The Slytherin bit down on Harry's bottom lip and taking advantage of the opportunity slid his tongue into the smaller boy's warm mouth.
Having been nearly celibate during his sixteen years, Harry's hormones began to kick in and he couldn't help but kiss Draco back. Draco's tongue felt like velvet against his own. The Gryffindor slid his arms around the taller boy's neck and pulled him closer. Harry lost himself in the kiss. The blond gently but firmly wedged his knee between Harry's, nestling his thigh against the warmth of the brunette's crotch. Jade eyes flew open when he felt his rival's leg press against his arousal.
"Malfoy," Harry mumbled against the smooth lips.
"What?" Draco asked between kisses.
"We should-" Harry groaned as the blond trailed wet kisses down his throat, pausing to suck on his Adam's apple. "-go somewhere more private." Storm grey eyes met his own, accompanied by a mischievous grin.
"Why Potter, I thought you'd never ask."
Harry stumbled along in front of Draco underneath the invisibility cloak feeling somewhat like a hostage, considering he had no clue where they were going. They made their way very slowly down the stairs to the dungeons and stopped just short of the entrance to the Slytherin common room. Draco slipped out from under the cloak with his wand, facing a portrait of two elderly wizards playing cards.
"The ace of spades will win the game," Draco whispered to the wizard on the left.
"Are you sure-" Harry started, but Draco silenced him with a finger to his lips.
The man on the left winked at Draco and gave the slightest nod. The portrait faded into the surrounding wall, which revealed a door. Draco turned the handle and allowed the door to swing into the room.
"What are you waiting for?" The blond asked, gesturing towards the entrance. Harry took a deep breath and walked slowly through the doorway. As he stepped through, the silver cloak slipped from his fingertips to puddle at his feet.
The floor was wood, complimenting four-poster bed in the centre of the room. Deep emerald curtains tied back to each post revealed a soft velvet duvet. With a whispered word from Draco, the fireplace that took up the majority of the left wall flared to life, casting a slight glow upon the couple. It also made the room feel more comfortable; a feeling not unlike the Gryffindor common room.
"You like?" The silky voice behind Harry made him jump.
"It's amazing," He whispered.
Draco's arms slid around his waist and his chin rested on the brunette's shoulder. "It's mine. The Slytherin prefects get a room to themselves."
Harry could only nod in reply.
The blond slid his hand down Harry's belly to cup his arousal. Harry sucked his breath in sharply through clenched teeth. "Maybe you should get comfortable." Draco grinned, pushing him onto the bed.
"I'm going to regret this tomorrow morning." Harry sighed deeply, leaning back into Draco's caresses.
"Brilliant. I'll be right back," Draco whispered, licking Harry's neck before disappearing into the bathroom.
As quietly as he could, Draco unzipped the bag he had left in there and pulled out a vial. It contained a blood red liquid that had the consistency of an expensive red wine. Closing his fingers over the vial, he headed back to where Harry lay on the bed looking innocent and nervous. Draco climbed back onto the bed and straddled the brunette's hips.
"I've never-"
"Hush," Draco said, placing a finger on Harry's lips. "Just relax. I promise I won't hurt you."
"But-" Harry started again.
Draco revealed the vial he held. "Drink this; it will help you loosen up."
Harry looked at the potion sceptically before downing it in one go. He blinked his eyes a few times as they began to water.
"That was pretty strong," He croaked. "Are you sure it was supposed to help me relax?"
"Of course," Draco answered, a sinister smile creeping up his lips.
"All right," Harry said, smiling as well.
Draco collapsed against Harry's chest, breathing hard. Harry smoothed the blond hair out of his eyes and kissed him deeply. Draco slid his arms under Harry's shoulders and held him tight.
"I love you, Harry Potter," Draco said, as he pulled away to look into Harry's eyes.
"Whoa,” Harry said, putting his hands up in physical defence against Draco’s words. “I told you, Malfoy, I don’t swing that way. This was just sex.”
Swallowing hard, Draco tried to keep his heart from dropping through his stomach. Something had gone wrong with the love potion he gave Harry. It was something he found in an old tome in his father's library. The potion had taken 2 months to make and required some hard-to-find ingredients, not to mention the fact that love potions themselves were illegal. If something had gone wrong, the results could be devastating.
"Don't you," Draco closed his eyes trying to regain his thoughts, "don't you have feelings for me?"
Harry laughed at the question and sobered when he realized Draco was serious. "Malfoy, I hate you," he said slowly, as though speaking to a small child, "and you hate me."
"I don't hate you," Draco said, quietly.
“Yes." Harry stood up and pulled his boxers on. "Yes," He said again, pulling his trousers up and buckling them wrong in frustration. "Yes, you do." He roughly pulled his shirt on; tie and robe in hand. With a deep breath, he turned to look at Draco. "You don't love me. I don't love you and we only had sex-" He stopped in mid-sentence and closed his eyes tightly as a wave of unexpected pain over took his body.
"Harry?" Draco asked, sitting up in alarm.
Harry took a deep breath and opened his eyes to look at Draco again.
"We only had sex-" Another wave of pain rippled through his body and Draco was already getting dressed. "We only-" This time Harry cried out and fell to the floor in pain. Draco pulled his shirt and trousers on haphazardly and gathered a trembling Harry into his arms.
"Oh gods, it hurts," He choked out, holding onto Draco as tight as he could. "It hurts so badly." Harry buried his face into Draco's shoulder as the pain and sobs wracked his thin frame.
Draco did not think twice as he kicked his door open and made his way through the dungeons up to the hospital wing. Luckily, nobody else was in the hallway because it was well after hours. Sliding into the infirmary, Draco called out for the medi-witch, uncaring whether she was asleep or not. Harry had since taken to concentrating on steady breathing as the tremors quaked through his body. They were so intense Draco could feel them as well.
Madame Pomfrey ran out of her quarters in a flurry. When she saw Harry in Draco’s arms, she nearly went into a panic. Motioning for Draco to lay the sobbing teenager on an empty bed, the medi-witch quickly cast a few scanning spells to check his vital signs.
"What happened?" She asked, scanning Harry with her wand.
"I didn't do anything!" Draco shrieked.
"Mr. Malfoy, Potter is in critical condition," the nurse said, staring pointedly at the monitor next to the bed, "if you don't tell me what happened, he could die."
Draco sighed deeply. There was no escape now. "I- I gave him a love potion. I didn't mean to hurt him! Honestly! I just thought- well, I gave him the potion and then we had sex and then he-"
"Silencio!" Pomfrey shouted the silencing spell. "Enough babbling, Mr. Malfoy. I just needed to know what happened. Love potions are very dangerous—not to mention illegal—but I should be able to reverse the effects."
After what seemed like hours, Madame Pomfrey stepped away from Harry’s bedside. She held her wand out in front to herself horizontally.
"Mr. Malfoy, come over here."
Draco stepped forward, casting a nervous glance towards the Gryffindor, who appeared to be sleeping in the sterile white hospital bed. He raised his eyes to the mediwitch’s disapproving glare.
"Do you know what this means?" She indicated the glowing pink tip of her wand.
"No, ma’am," he said, although a sick feeling his stomach told him differently. He saw that very same sign when-
"Mr. Malfoy, the potion you used on Mr. Potter is grounds for expulsion."
Draco held his breath.
"However, it is up to him to decide whether he would like to take that course of action against the father of his child."
Closing his eyes, Draco exhaled. "It’s a girl, isn’t it?"
Pomfrey pursed her lips. "You may be a foolish young man, but at least you are no stranger to the world. The only thing we can do now is let him rest." She shook her head sadly before walking out of the room.
Draco sat down in a chair next to Harry’s bed. He took the Gryffindor’s small hand, careful not to disturb the sleeping boy, and cradled it between his own hands.
"I never meant for it to turn out like this, Harry," Draco whispered, "I just wanted you to love me." He stood up. "When you’re ready to talk, you’ll find me."
Ron and Hermione were at the infirmary as soon as Professor McGonagall told them Harry had been taken there. The Head of House refused to tell him exactly how their best friend ended up there. Instead, she just recommended (insisted) they visit, should Harry wake up.
Hermione approached the bed slowly, Ron trailing a few steps behind.
“Oh, Harry, what have you done, now?” She asked, taking a seat next to the bed.
Harry looked much younger than sixteen lying on the hospital-white sheets that seemed to bleed the colour from his already pallid complexion.
“He probably went out for a midnight duel with Malfoy,” Ron joked.
“Ron!” Hermione chastised. “That’s not funny. Harry could be in serious trouble right now.”
Ron raised his eyebrows, regarding his friend. “Well, I’m sure that’s not the case. He would have woken me up to second.”
Hermione shook her head disapprovingly and turned her attention back to Harry. “He looks so sick,” she said, smoothing the fringe back from his forehead.
Just then, Madame Pomfrey came into the room, doing rounds.
“Madame Pomfrey?” Hermione asked, turning to the mediwitch.
“Yes, dear?” the woman asked without taking her attention from the chart in her hands.
“Could you tell us why Harry is here? Has he been cursed?”
Ron and Pomfrey could both practically see the wheels in Hermione’s head turning. Sometimes the girl was too bright for her own good.
“I’m afraid I can’t,” Pomfrey said, pursing her lips. “I’m under strict patient-mediwitch confidentiality as per the Department of Magical Healing and Prevention.”
Hermione nodded, but she didn’t look entirely convinced. “Thank you,” she said, nodding.
When she and Ron left the infirmary, she turned in the direction opposite Gryffindor tower.
“Do I need to ask where you’re going?” Ron asked, sighing heavily.
Hermione stopped and turned to face the redhead with her hands on her hips. “Ronald, if you would pay attention just once maybe you would remember something other than Quidditch facts.” She huffed audibly. “Are you that dense? There is no Department of Magical Healing and Prevention. All mediwizards and mediwitches are certified by St. Mungos, which is regulated by the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. Madame Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall are covering something up, I know it. Something strange happened to Harry last night.”
“Maybe he just didn’t want us to know that he ate a bad cauldron cake or something. Why do you always jump to the worst conclusions? This is Harry we’re talking about.”
“Exactly!” Hermione exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. She strode off down the hall towards the library, leaving a bewildered Ron in her wake.
Harry woke up several days later. Draco hadn’t been back to see him, but Ron and Hermione visited every day.
"Madame Pomfrey?" Harry called out timidly, sitting up in the bed, fumbling for his glasses.
The medi-witch hurried into the room. "Oh dear, you’re awake!" Running her wand down the length of his body, she gave him an appraising look. "How do you feel?"
Harry scrunched up his face, stretching his arms over his head. "I’m still a little tired," he shrugged, "But I feel okay."
"No pain anywhere?"
"No." Harry’s dark eyebrows furred. "What happened to me? How long have I been here?"
"What do you remember?"
Harry closed his eyes tightly, as though it would assist his memory. "I was with Malfoy and we," his cheeks coloured lightly and he looked away. "I don’t remember anything after that."
"Harry, have you ever thought about having children?"
Harry’s head whipped towards the question, a curious eyebrow raised. "Of course I have, but what does that have to do with Malfoy?"
The tension in the room was thick and Madame Pomfrey didn’t answer at first. She looked steadily into Harry’s green eyes as the sixteen-year-old stared just as steadily back at her. "Mr. Malfoy gave you an illegal love potion."
Harry’s eyebrows disappeared under his fringe, but he said nothing.
"I’m not going to drag this out. The potion he gave you was supposed to bind you to him forever. Unfortunately, the potion didn’t work the way he intended."
"I’m pregnant," Harry interrupted.
Madame Pomfrey nodded. "Fortunately it can be terminated within minutes, leaving you without a scar."
Harry’s attention drifted from the mediwitch to his flat stomach. He spread his hands palm-down over the surface protectively. "Please don’t make me," he said suddenly, turning his head to look at Madame Pomfrey.
Taken aback, the medi-witch said nothing. Instead, she stood up and nodded. "Your robes are on the nightstand along with your wand. You are free to go." She turned and walked out of the room, leaving Harry to his own thoughts.
