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Rating: PG-13
Category: Mpreg, romance
Status: Complete
Pairing: HP/DM
Part: 3/3
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 three
Three months later
The first kiss had been chaste. Short and sweet, unsure, but they'd realised they both wanted it.
The second kiss had been longer, more passionate. They didn't use tongues just yet; it was all still so new. The kiss made them even more certain, though.
Now they kissed at every opportunity they had. With tongues.
A month into their relationship as lovers, they had sex for the first time. Harry had topped; it hadn't mattered either way because they were both inexperienced. Their first time was messy, sweat mingling with each other as they both tried to devour the other. They climbed towards ecstasy together, kiss by kiss, touch by touch. When Harry finally entered him, it was pure heaven; it felt as though his body had waited for this since its first breath and beyond that.
They cried out each other's names, collapsing together in a tangled mess of limbs.
Now they had sex at every opportunity they had, as well.
The freak pregnancy that had brought them together had been discussed, researched and discussed further. They had both found interesting spells that could have been the reason for it, but none seemed plausible; there were too many things that didn't fit. And the old tomes that talked about it were far from accurate on other subjects, so Harry and Draco didn't take the texts too seriously.
They forgot about it, along with the public; the authors of the headline article pleaded temporary insanity and Fudge the Fool signed the papers that said it had never happened.
Draco stood in front of the mirror. He was naked; his pale body glistered with pearls of water after his late shower. Behind him, Harry snoozed lightly on the bed, his glasses askew and a book lying on his chest.
I'm pregnant.
He knew it and he knew that this time, it was for real.
He pressed a light hand against his abdomen; it was still flat. It would be for a while longer. He didn't know how far along he was; he'd have to talk to Pomfrey to find that out. But he knew it was true; he'd been sick in the mornings a couple of mornings a week for weeks, though he hid it well from his lover.
And there are changes.
Little changes; they weren't visible, but he could feel it. The change of hormones in his body; his temper had been flaring in a way he wasn't used to and his nether regions felt sore. Things inside were rearranging to make room for the baby, aided by magic. He didn't know the exact time it had happened, but he was fairly sure he knew the week. But he needed to speak to Pomfrey to be sure.
He ran his fingers over his stomach.
"Hello, little one," he said quietly as to not wake Harry up. "I'm your father. I hope you'll like your stay in the Malfoy Hotel – it is said to have fairly good service. You know, food twenty-four/seven, and a huge bath to swim around in all the time."
There was no flutter of a response, no hard kick in his ribs as he remembered it from back in September. He was sure he'd regret it when the time came, but for now, he smiled and wished that time would pass quicker so that he could feel his baby within him.
He picked up his pyjama top and put it on, buttoning it one button at the time. His flat stomach disappeared out of view and he could pretend that it wasn't happening.
Why would I want to do that, though? I've been wishing for you since the morning after that day.
In that single day, he'd become far more attached to the baby than anyone could have imagined. He remembered resting his hand lazily on his swollen belly as he talked to Harry in the moonlight. Harry's gaze had drifted from Draco to his stomach from time to time and there had been something in his eyes…
Longing. That's what it was; I know it now.
He looked over at Harry on the bed.
Are we old enough for this, Harry?
Are we old enough for a baby?
I'm pregnant.
He buttoned the last button on his shirt and walked to the bed. His hand stroked his belly, gently, lovingly. He was prepared.
Turning to Harry, Draco said, "I have something to tell you."
Harry smiled at him. "And what would that be?"
Don't be nervous, he'll be happy. He'll be happy. Happy.
Draco hesitated only for a second. "We're having a baby."
Harry stared at him and for a moment, Draco thought, He doesn't want it.
Then Harry took Draco in his arms and hugged him tightly, swinging him around, laughing.
"Harry, stop, stop," Draco chuckled in his lover's ear.
"Sorry, I'm just so— we're having a baby? You're pregnant? For real this time? Not just a freaky eight-month-one-day pregnancy, 'cause I won't be able to take more of those," Harry babbled, his eyes shining.
"No, this is for real," Draco said.
"But— how?" Harry asked, still looking completely in awe. "I mean, Pomfrey said that it hadn't happened in three hundred years or whatever before and how could it happen to you again in that case?"
Draco smiled and shook his head. "I don't know. But I promise, I'm pregnant," he said.
"How far along are you?" Harry asked, placing a hand on Draco's abdomen.
"I don't know that either, but at most, it's two months, so you won't be able to feel anything. The baby is about this big right now," Draco said, holding up his fingers.
"Oh. Right." Harry's hands didn't move. Instead, he dove down and kissed Draco thoroughly.
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry and when they broke apart, he chuckled, unable to contain his happiness.
Harry was lounging on the couch when Draco came out into the living room – his rooms had both the 'common room', or living room, where he entertained guests, and his private bedroom.
"Hey lazybones," Draco said, sitting down next to Harry and immediately being wrapped up in an embrace.
"Hey beautiful." Harry kissed him gently, his hands running down Draco's body. At his stomach, he stopped. "Draco?"
Draco smiled, "Yes?"
"Your stomach isn't flat anymore."
Knew he'd notice.
Draco's smile widened and he shook his head. "Nope."
"Well? Unbutton your pyjama! Now!" Harry grinned widely and Draco rolled his eyes.
"No please?"
Harry looked like a kid on Christmas. "Please, whatever, just do it!"
Draco shook his head, chuckling lightly, and did as asked.
"Lie down, lie down," Harry said, jumping up and down.
Draco didn't ask why; he just did. Harry lay down next to him and stared hard at Draco's stomach.
"It's— protruding," Harry breathed, sounding completely in awe. His hand shook slightly as he placed it on top of Draco's belly. Draco shivered as Harry's hands made contact, cupping the skin.
"You're pregnant," Harry said, bending down to look at Draco's stomach from the side. "We're having a baby."
"Yes, we are," Draco said. "A real, live little one."
"Does he move around a lot?" Harry asked.
"She does," Draco said. They'd had their ongoing 'fight' about what gender the baby was since Draco had told Harry that they were having one; Harry believed it to be a boy, Draco believed it to be a girl. Neither really cared and both would love him or her either way, but it was a bit sad to call their baby 'it' all the time. "She's not using my ribs for kicking practice yet as I remember happened before, but I'm sure that will come."
"I can't see him yet, either," Harry said. "I could back then; I could see the skin moving as the baby moved."
"Just how much did you notice back then, Harry?" Draco asked, cocking his head to the side.
Harry sat up, though his hand remained on Draco's belly. "Everything. When I saw you in the hallway – I couldn't believe it was true. I couldn't believe that it was possible that a man could be pregnant. But you were – I knew it and then Poppy confirmed it— and it just made me realise that I might actually be able to have a family of my own one day."
Though the day had been researched quite a bit, they had never really talked about it. It had been taboo; it was the day that had brought them together, but it was something they didn't speak about.
"What would you have done if I— if I'd actually had the baby," Draco said quietly. "Would you still have stuck by me?"
He'll say no – who would have stuck by a seventeen year old boy, pregnant by a freak pregnancy? Don't show anything if he says no—
"You don't know how long I've been in love with you, do you?" Harry said softly, reaching out to stroke Draco's cheek. "I didn't fall in love with you four months ago. I fell in love with you a year and a half ago."
Draco couldn't hold back the gasp.
A year and a half ago? He's been in love with me for a year and a half
"Why didn't you say anything?"
Stupid question, Malfoy.
But Harry only smiled. "What could I say? Would you have me walk up to you in the middle of Potions class and declare my love for you? No, I was biding my time. I knew that at some point, I'd get a chance to talk to you. And if I didn't, well, then it just wasn't meant to be."
"You think we're meant to be?"
Is there even such a thing as 'meant to be'?
"What do you think?" Harry asked, innocence and love shining in his eyes.
"I— I don't know," Draco said. "But I'd like to think so."
Harry smiled. "So, in answer to your question – yes, I would have stood by you no matter what. With the baby. I wanted a family – and having a family with you was a million times better," he said and ran his hand down Draco's face, neck, chest and stopping on his belly.
"Really?"
Damn hormones – I'm going to start crying—
"Really," Harry said and leaned down to kiss him. Draco moaned and pulled him closer.
When Voldemort started the attack on Hogwarts, Draco was waddling down the hallway towards the Great Hall to have dinner. It was only two weeks until he graduated – and it was four weeks until the baby would arrive.
The ground shook as Voldemort and his Death Eaters broke through the wards surrounding Hogwarts. Draco leaned on the walls to stay upright.
"Draco!"
Harry's voice made Draco turn around. His lover, his everything, stood at the other end of the corridor. He stood still for a second, then he came running towards Draco.
"Are you all right? Is the baby okay?"
"We're fine," Draco said. "But what was that?"
"Voldemort," Harry said grimly. "He's attacking the castle. We have to get you to the Great Hall; you'll be safe there."
"And you?" Draco asked.
Harry didn't answer, didn't look at Draco.
"No! You can't go out there! Do you have a death wish? I won't let you!"
"I have to go out there!" Harry yelled. "The prophecy said I have to defeat Voldemort or the other way around!"
"Fuck the prophecy! Prophecies haven't done anything but bad things for you!"
"I have to go!" Harry screamed.
"Draco! There you are!" Hermione stood outside of the Great Hall and she ushered him inside.
"No! Not without Harry! He's not going out there!"
He met Harry's green gaze – green like the Avada Kadavra – and saw the determination in Harry's eyes.
"No, don't—" Draco whispered.
"I have to."
Then Harry turned away and walked towards the group of students and teachers standing by the door. Hermione followed him, closing the door and locking it behind her.
"Harry, no—"
Don't go.
He banged his fists against the door, feeling the baby kick at the same time, as though agreeing with him.
Behind him, hundreds of young students stood and sat, nervously looking at each other and up at the windows at the blue skies outside.
"Draco, come sit down," Madame Pomfrey said to him. "It's not good for the baby if you're stressing."
"None of this is good for the baby," Draco said angrily to her. "Kill Voldemort and my baby will be fine."
"Harry will be all right, dear," Pomfrey tried to console him.
"You don't know that," Draco said, walking away from her.
He needed to be out there. The ground shook again; Draco wished that he knew what was going on. Being out on the battlefield would be far better than being locked up, waiting for death to come claim him.
The minutes passed, feeling like hours. For all that Draco knew, it might actually have been hours. All he and everyone else in the Great Hall knew about what was going on outside was that the ground would shake from time to time, upsetting some of the youngest children. It upset Draco, too, but it fed his anger rather than his fear.
Suddenly, he stood up.
"I cannot just sit here!" he screamed and then marched over to the door, his baby kicking in protest of the sudden movements. "Alohamora!"
The door was nearly blown off its hinges in its haste to open.
"Draco! You can't go out there!"
I can and I will.
Ignoring Pomfrey's yelling, Draco walked out of the Great Hall. At the huge gates that separated him from the war scene outside, he paused until the door to the Great Hall had been closed again. Then, with another powerful 'Alohamora!', he opened the door.
The sight of the usually so green fields around Hogwarts nearly made him sick; there were fallen bodies everywhere with blood pooling around them. The air was filled with dark magic; Draco knew both sides used it to gain the upper hand. No one would win this war by playing nice.
Harry!
He saw his lover down by the water, battling the Dark Lord himself. Around him, Dumbledore, Severus, McGonagall and the other teachers were trying to keep the Death Eaters at bay.
Harry looked weak; Voldemort was winning and Draco knew Harry was aware of this.
Draco would never be able to tell anyone how he managed to get down from the entrance to the lake in such a short time, without being hit by a stray curse. The only thing he could remember about it was the need to get to Harry.
Voldemort was uttering curses Draco had never heard of and Harry was suddenly lying helpless on the ground.
"No!" Draco screamed, brandishing his wand at the same time as Voldemort discovered him. Their curses were uttered at exactly the same time and both were hit, neither having time the time to throw a deflecting charm.
Draco felt intense pain ripping through him and blood started running out of his nose and mouth.
"Draco! Oh Merlin, Draco—"
You are— beautiful— when you're— angry…
Darkness was sweeping over him. He only distantly heard Harry throwing curse after curse on Voldemort. He didn't see Voldemort's fall. He barely felt Harry's arms around him, cradling him close. And he only distantly heard as Harry pointed his wand at Draco's stomach and mumbled,
"Tempus munio traicio."
"'rry," he said, his throat dry.
Harry pressed a very gentle kiss to his lips and then he disappeared, only to reappear a moment later with a glass of water. Without words, he held it to Draco's lips and Draco drank.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like I've been hit by a train," Draco mumbled, his voice returning to him. Then his breath hitched and he looked down. "Where is the baby!"
"Shh, shh, it's all right," Harry said. "I had to send him to a safe place until I knew you had the strength to survive."
"Harry?"
"I sent him back to September. Your freak pregnancy: That's how it happened. I had to send him to a safe place when you died earlier today, so that he wouldn't die. I'm at least guessing that the time I managed to send him back to was September; it's the only thing that makes sense."
"I want my baby back," Draco said, his breath still hitched.
I've carried her for so long I can't lose her now—
"He'll come back any minute now," Harry assured him. "The spell works that way – it transports the baby back to a safe time and then the spell ends when it's safe for the baby to come back."
"I— oww," Draco said, rubbing at his belly.
"What is it?"
Draco didn't answer; he pulled the sheet and his shirt away. He felt a surge of magic as his baby once more started filling him. His pale, taut stomach started swelling. Draco placed his hand on his belly, feeling the skin expand beneath his fingers. Harry's hand joined on top of Draco's.
"Okay, you can stop growing now," Draco joked weakly, a lump of happiness in his throat as he felt his baby start kicking, weakly at first and then stronger.
"I'd say he's alive and well," Harry said as Draco's stomach stopped expanding so quickly and instead just swelled gently, slowly.
"He? She, Harry. Not he."
"Uhu," Harry said, his whole attention on Draco's stomach.
"So does this mean you've forgiven me for going out on the field?" Draco asked hesitatingly.
Harry turned sharply to him and Draco winced. "We are going to have a long, serious conversation about that later," he said. Then he sighed. "But for now, I'm just going to be extremely glad that all three of us got out of it alive."
Draco tugged Harry closer and kissed him.
When they broke apart, he said, smiling, "Sounds good to me."
And the baby kicked, almost happily.
END, SWEET END
Author's notes: Well, that's another of my mpregs ending. I hope you liked it; it was another one of my sudden whims. The idea of how the baby got into Draco's belly to begin with didn't come to me until I'd written the first two chapters, but then it was somehow obvious :) Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and please, if you have the time, take the time to review!
