Title: The Morning (or When I Woke Up and Discovered I Was Pregnant)
Author: Cosmic
Rating: PG-13

Category: Mpreg, romance
Status: Complete
Pairing: HP/DM
Part: 1/3
Warnings: Slash, mpreg
Spoilers: None that I can think of

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Summary: When Draco Malfoy wakes up to find himself very, very pregnant with no idea of how that could have happened, things happen and a relationship starts to form. HP/DM.

THE MORNING

(or WHEN I WOKE UP AND DISCOVERED I WAS PREGNANT)

By Cosmic

Part one

September, Draco Malfoy's seventh year

When Draco Malfoy woke up that dreadful morning, it didn't feel so different from any other to begin with. That was, of course, until he tried to move and discovered that there was a huge weight lying on his stomach. Sleepily, he brought his hands up to push whatever it was away – only to feel his hands pushing at his own stomach. Suddenly wide awake, Draco opened his eyes and looked down.

There was nothing lying on his stomach; it rather seemed like there was something lying in his stomach. It was hugely, grotesquely swollen.

Draco's brain did the two things it could come up with; it made him scream like a banshee before his whole body shut down and he fell back on the bed, unconscious.

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The next time Draco woke up, he giggled to himself. He'd just had the strangest dream – he'd dreamed that his stomach was all swollen and, well, pregnant-looking. He ran his hands down his body to assure himself that he was his normal, lean self, only to stop at his midsection, which was no smaller now than it had been in his dream.

"Oh Merlin—" Draco mumbled and pushed himself to a sitting position.

And there it was. His stomach. It was just as huge as it had been in his dream, hidden beneath his pyjama top, which was stretched to the point where he was sure the buttons would pop as soon as he moved. Of course they were of the highest class, so he doubted they would. His pants had been pushed down and he couldn't actually see where they began; his belly was in the way.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no," Draco began chanting to himself. "Oh no, not possible, not happening, oh no."

He squeezed his eyes shut, placing his hands as far away as possible from his stomach. "Not there, not there, not there," he mumbled and the hesitatingly opened his eyes again.

Be gone, huge stomach. Be gone!

His stomach was still huge.

I can't go out like this, Draco thought, panicking. I can't let my friends see me like this! It's grotesque!

There was light knocking on the door. "Draco? Draco, darling, are you all right?"

Fuck, Pansy, go away! I can't let her see me like this—

"Draco?"

"I'm— I'm feeling a bit sick, Pansy, so don't come inside." Well, that wasn't so far away from the truth – just looking down at himself was making him feel queasy.

"Should I call Madame Pomfrey?" Pansy sounded worried, or at least that version of worried that she had; it sounded more like she wanted to be the centre of attention, telling everyone later about how sick Draco was.

"No, no, not Madame Pomfrey. I just need to— to lie down for a few minutes. Tell Snape I'm— uh, I'm coming as soon as I can."

Pomfrey is the last thing I need right now – she'll just tell the Headmaster and then the whole school would know!

"Oh, okay." Pansy sounded disappointed. "I'll tell him."

Draco heard Pansy's steps fade away as she left him alone.

Thank Merlin for the Head Boy rooms.

He fell back on the bed, his hands landing on top of his stomach.

"Oof," he said suddenly as he felt something move. Move. Inside. Of him.

Oh sweet Merlin.

He pulled himself up on his elbows and slowly opened a button at the time on his shirt. It fell open to reveal his pale skin, pulled taut over his stomach; the stomach he knew for a fact had been very, very flat the night before.

Oh, there it is again.

This time, Draco could actually see the movement. The skin rippled as the thing inside moved and he stared at it, horrified yet fascinated. He wondered if it really was a baby lying inside of him, as he suspected. He didn't know what he'd do if it was anything else – probably scream and faint again.

'Only weak ones faint,' he heard his father's voice. A sneer graced Draco's features as soon as the thought entered his mind; anything to do with his father made him sneer, really. The bastard. He didn't deserve to be called a father.

These thoughts brought him abruptly back to the— problem at hand. It looked as though he, Draco, would be a father – and it didn't look as though the birth was too far away, if the size of his belly was anything to go by.

Birth!

He was going to give birth! He, who hated pain! He was fairly used to it, after the times his father had practiced the Cruciatus curse on him, but it didn't mean that he wanted to feel it.

And it brought the question of just how he was going to give birth.

He pulled down his pyjama pants in a haste, kicking them away. He couldn't see anything down there because his huge belly was in the way, but he could always feel around with his hands. Quickly, his fingers began exploring. He could feel his balls, his cock; though it seemed squashed beneath the huge roundness that was his stomach. His hands continued down, searching for a slit like the girls had, but the skin was whole, as it had always been.

Draco wasn't sure if this should relieve him or upset him – if he'd had— female equipment, then there would have been no question of how he'd give birth. On the other hand, he'd have been scarred for life to find such equipment down there.

However, it brought the question of how the baby was supposed to come out instead. He winced as he considered the alternatives – his bellybutton, perhaps? Or far worse— his anus. Having anal sex was one thing – a baby being pushed out of there was quite another.

He shuddered.

I need to see Pomfrey.

But then they'll all know! Everyone will find out! How will I even get up there? I'm bound to run into someone on the way.

He swung his legs over the side of his bed – well, as much of a swing as he could manage, looking like he'd swallowed a huge beach ball.

I'll just assume you really are a baby, for the sake of us both.

The baby moved again, kicking his ribs as if agreeing.

Hey! That hurt, you brat!

The baby kicked again, his skin rippling and a sudden need to run to the bathroom appeared.

He stood up unsteadily and hobbled towards his bathroom. The new weight around his midsection made him unsteady and he nearly tripped over his own feet.

Pee, pee, need to pee!

He opened the door and stumbled ungracefully into the bathroom. It was lucky his pants were already gone.

Stumbling into his bedroom again, Draco stopped in front of his huge mirror. A gasp escaped his lips upon seeing his own reflection.

He stood naked, looking at himself; the face and hair he recognised so well, the shoulders, the chest – and then the large, swollen stomach that looked like nothing he'd seen before, least of all on himself. There were stretch marks, he saw now, on the lower part of his belly; the skin was reddish in a strange pattern.

I'm pregnant.

How the fuck did this happen?

I wasn't pregnant yesterday.

I need Pomfrey.

I'm pregnant.

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Ten minutes later, Draco was back in front of the mirror. He wore the very biggest of his cloaks – which to be honest wasn't all that much bigger than any of the others he owned since they were all tailor made especially for him – and he'd expanded it as much as the fabric would allow.

It looks like something Weasley would wear.

It will do.

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and for the millionth time in the last half hour wished that none of this was happening. Of course, the bulge didn't go away.

"All right, fine," Draco muttered. "You want to do it the hard way…"

He opened the door to his room carefully and peeked out, looking for students. His watch told him that everyone, including him, should be in class.

Sev' will just have to understand.

There was no one in the corridor and Draco walked out. He knew he couldn't hide his stomach; the dark fabric of his robes stood out like he was hiding a huge ball underneath them.

Not too far from the truth.

He rubbed absentmindedly at his stomach as the baby kicked again and trudged up the hallway towards the medical wing. It went quite slowly, his breath becoming laboured far earlier than it should. The load he was carrying was heavy, especially when climbing a thousand stairs.

Whoever decided to put the Infirmary on the top floor should be cursed. Or sentenced to Azkaban.

"Malfoy?"

Oh holy fuck. Not Saint Potter.

"Malfoy, you're looking— oh my god what happened to your stomach?" Potter's eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open. "You look— you look—"

"Shut up, Potter!" Draco hissed, his cheeks colouring. He swore under his breath. "Shut up!"

"But you're—"

Draco walked – well, waddled, really – over and pushed Potter. "What part of 'shut up' is it you don't understand? I'm going to the Infirmary to get this solved and you aren't going to say a word about this to anyone, understand?"

Potter frowned, as though Draco's words were hard to understand.

"Understand?" Draco stressed the word, but it was laced with pain because the baby chose that moment to kick him hard in the ribs.

"You okay?" Potter looked worried.

Yeah, I'm carrying a five ton baby— I'm just peachy.

"I'm fine. I just have to get to Pomfrey," Draco hissed, rubbing his stomach.

"I'll help you," Potter said.

Draco stared at him as though he'd grown a second head. "You will do no such thing. You will proceed to class – what are you doing out of class anyway? – and you will forget we ever had this conversation. We hate each other, Potter, remember?"

"I'm on my way to the Infirmary," Potter said, smiling slightly. "And I assure you, I remember that we hate each other. I don't think you'll ever let me forget that piece of information."

Does that mean you would if I let you?

"Spare me."

"But since I'm on my way to Poppy anyway, we may as well walk together, don't you think?" Potter sounded horribly cheerful and Draco got the urge to punch him.

Weighing his options – stay here and bitch with Potter longer and risk being discovered by more stray students, or going with Potter to the Infirmary.

"Fine," he ground out. "Let's go."

Potter smiled slightly at him and started walking. "So— why do you look— uh, pregnant?"

If only I knew, Potter.

"That is none of your business."

"Right. Sorry."

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Please review. Chapter two will be up soon.

Sorry to those of you who got an author alert earlier today about my posting the story. The formatting was so completely crazy that I decided to take it down altogether until I could fix it, considering how confusing I believe some parts would be otherwise.