Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations, created and owned by J. K. Rowling, various publishers including (but limited to) Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made and no copy-right or Trademark infringement is intended.

Title: Unexpected Results 1/7
Author: xXSpamyXx
Paring(s): HP/DM, RW/PP(first chap only)
Rating: M
Genre(s): Romance, Drama-Angst
Warnings: M/M, Slash/YAOI, OOC, Fluff, language, M-Preg.
Summary: Draco and Harry have a one-night stand, and Harry gets pregnant. Harry is in love with Draco, but he thinks Draco doesn't love him, so he doesn't tell him that he's pregnant. What happens when Harry gets captured by Death Eaters and goes into labor? Read and find out!

Notes 1: Hi all AGAIN and I say again 'cause well I got kicked of this Yep I really did and it sucks I lost all my review and everthing, but oh well I have a new accountand this time I am taking no chance anything higher them rated M you'll have to go to my bio and go to one of the links or you can join my YahooGroup if you want. Please do :) Thought I'd make my own group and make sure that things can't get deleted. So feel free to join. You can find all my stories there and you'll also automaticly know when I've update.

Okay so for those who haven't read this story yet. Welcome to Unexpected Results. This story is already complete and has 7 chapters in total. I update every Sunday or early Monday morning and thats a promise. I'll be putting the first two chapters that were already up before I got my account deleted. So I hope you enjoy And PLEASE review. I want those reviews back! They mean so much to me!

Notes 2: The story starts of in October 7th year. It's all going to be mostly from Harry perspective.

Special thanks to SAM my beta-reader. Some credit has to go to this guy, for doing such a wonderful job at beta-ing. I am in your debt love..lol Thanks so much!

"Blah" speaking
Blah Harry's thoughts

Chapter 1: The Slytherin Party

"Do I really have to go to the Slytherin party?" Harry whined. Ron, who was standing in front of him, crossed his arms.

"Yes, you do! Come on, Harry, you need to get out more. I mean, I know studying is important, but you can only take so much! You need to let loose a little, have some fun for once- and besides, you need a shag, man, you need to find a nice girl to settle down with!"

"Ugh! I don't need a shag, and I've had enough one-night stands to last me a while, thank you. Besides, I don't want a nice girl to settle down with." God, Ron, if only you knew, Harry thought darkly.

"That's not true! You need someone to be with; I know you've been feeling lonely since Pansy and I got together, and don't try to deny it. Come to the party, drink some, dance some, it'll be fun, I promise."

"Yeah, right! I don't know anyone there, and you'll be with Pansy all night," Harry muttered sourly.

Ron sighed. "Just come, please? Take a break, Harry, it might be fun. You'll never know unless you give it a shot."

Harry sighed in defeat. "Fine, alright? I'll go; but don't expect me to have any fun."

"Great- and don't be so negative Harry, it might be fun after all, you never know," Ron smirked, and Harry just nodded. He knew it wouldn't be fun, not when he would be there too.

"Well, I'm going to get ready for tonight. See you in the Common Room in about an hour." Ron said, rummaging in his trunk for some appropriate partying clothes.

"Sure, Ron. See you."

With a nod, Ron left the the room clothes in arm heading to the showers.

Harry sighed again when Ron was out of earshot. He really didn't feel like going to a Slytherin Party tonight, not when the Slytherin Prince himself was also going to be there.

Harry had had a very big crush on Draco since 6th year, starting when late at night, he decided to have a nice bath in the Prefect Bathroom. His muscles were very sore from Quidditch training the day before, so he had decided a nice soak would do him some good. He got the password from Ron and he snuck out to the Prefect Bathroom under his invisibility cloak, careful to keep himself hidden, as he wasn't a Prefect, therefore not allowed to use the bathroom.

When he entered the bathroom and heard the sound of the shower, he realized he wasn't alone. It was strange that someone would be using the the shower at this hour of the night and a voice in his head promptly pointed out that he shouldn't be talking, as he himself was out this late. His curiosity got the best of him, and he went further into the bathroom to see who was bathing this late.

With he invisibility cloak secured around him, Harry inched towards the showers, and as he stepped closer, the water was suddenly shut off. He froze; he knew he was under the invisibility cloak, but it was a reflex he had been forced to gain after so many years of constant vigilance. He waited with a slight eagerness to see who would come out of the shower stall- but the last thing he expected was a very wet, and very naked, Draco Malfoy. He was a God; Harry couldn't keep his eyes off of him. Malfoy had creamy white skin, just begging to be touched. His body was slender, but toned, with a nice chiseled flat stomach- and God was he hung; nothing wrong in that department. Nothing wrong with Malfoy's appearance at all, it seemed. He turned around to grab a towel, and Harry's chaw dropped. Malfoy had the best ass he had ever seen, nice and firm. Harry wanted to grab him right then and there and just ravish the hell out of him.

Ever since that night, Harry had become obsessed with Draco Malfoy. He tried to deny it at first; he couldn't be attracted to Draco Malfoy- he was the Boy-Who-Lived, and Malfoy was the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-A-Death-Eater-And-Kill-Boy-Who-Lived. So he had shagged any willing body at Hogwarts; trying to find someone else, but it didn't help. He couldn't stop thinking about Malfoy, and he eventually gave in and accepted the he indeed had a crush on Draco Malfoy, but when he figured out he was in love with the Slytherin Prince, it scared to shit out of him. He avoided the young Malfoy as much as possible, so no one would get suspicious. Nobody could ever find out that he was gay and in love with his supposedly hated enemy, who was probably a Death Eater in the making. He was being trained to KILL HIM. But. . .but if Draco did-

Harry thoughts were interrupted when he heard two of his other room mates, Dean and Seamus, come into the room. He jumped from his bed and immediately tried to make himself look busy, pretending to fiddle with the buckles on his trunk. They greeted him with a vague 'hello' and 'hey,' and Harry smiled distantly and nodded at them. Finally undoing the buckles on his trunk, he pulled whatever clothes his hands grabbed out of the trunk and stood, slouching towards the showers to get ready, so he could meet Ron in the Common Room later. He had an ominous feeling that that night was going to go very, very wrong.


"Awww, come on, Harry, stop brooding! Perk up. It won't be so bad. Come on, let's go, can't keep Pansy waiting, can we?" Ron said cheerfully, a spring in his step as he headed towards the portrait.

"Yeah, yeah, alright. Let's go." Harry mumbled, still sulking.

Harry and Ron left the Gryffindor Common Room and made their way to the Slytherin House in the Dungeons. When they got to the Portrait (a tall, irritable looking man strangely similar to Professor Snape), it asked for the password.

"Slytherins Rule," Ron said, and Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The man in the portrait frowned darkly at the two of them, but bowed and swung open. The two were suddenly hit by a blast of blaring music.

"Whoa! How the hell do they keep the sound in? Come on- before someone hears the music." Ron said hurriedly, pushing Harry into the Slytherin Common room, before following himself.

"Ron!" Harry heard Pansy squeal and he saw her hurl herself at Ron and crush him in a hug, kissing him deeply.

"Hey, Potter," she said casually when she pulled away from Ron while the freckled boy tried to find his bearings.

"Parkinson," Harry acknowledged.

"Well, come on in. This is our Common room; drinks and food are on the left side of the room, and, as you can see, all dancing is done in the middle of the room. Have fun- and stop your sulking, Potter. At least attempt to enjoy yourself." Harry scowled at her, but she countered him with a beaming smile.

"Come on, Ron. Let's dance!" with that, she grabbed Ron's arm and pulled him onto the dance floor. Ron gave Harry a brief 'I'm sorry' look before disappearing with Pansy into the crowed of dancing people.

Harry sighed. Great. Lovely. Now I'm all alone. Man, this is going to be one long night. . . he thought bitterly, before he headed to the left side of the room to get something to drink. I hope they have some Fire-Whiskey.


As the night progressed, Harry started feeling more relaxed, which was probably due to the influence of the multiple shots of Fire-Whiskey. He had actually danced with a few girls; not that he really liked this gender, mind you, but not many people knew he was gay (only the ones he had shagged, and they were sworn to secrecy) and he wanted to keep it that way, so he couldn't go dance with a guy. He had to admit that the night wasn't turning out to be as bad as he thought it was going to be. He was actually having some weird, freak-type of fun, definitely having something to do with the amount of Fire-Whiskey he had drank, but never-the-less, the night was turning out to be not so bad.

After another dance with some girl from Ravenclaw, he decided he needed a break, and he went to sit down on one of the many squishy green couches on the right side of the room. Once seated, he inhaled deeply, taking in the scents of sweat, alcohol, and other unidentifiable scents. His head was spinning a little, the Fire-Whiskey starting to get to him; he was feeling extreme light-headed. He then felt someone take a seat next to him on the couch, and he opened his eyes blearily to see who it was. Who should happen to bless his presence; none other then Draco Malfoy. God why him? Harry raked his eyes up and down the Slytherin's figure. But damn he looks hot tonight.

Draco's hair was free of gel and hanging loosely around his face. His cheeked looked slightly flushed; apparently he had hit the Fire-Whiskey as well. He was wearing a tight fitting dress shirt, with equally tight fitting leather trousers. Harry swallowed hard. Keep it together man. You can do it, Potter!

"Malfoy," he said as casually as possible, which, in his current state, was not very casual at all.

"Potter," Draco replied civilly.

They sat in silence for a while, but Harry couldn't take it anymore.

"Is there something you needed, Malfoy?"

"Needed? Oh, no, I don't need anything at the moment right now. But I couldn't help but notice that you dance very well." Harry gaped at him. GOD did you just say I dance well?

"What! You. . .you just complimented me! You know you gave me compliment just then, right, Malfoy? Are you drunk or something?"

"Drunk? Me?" Draco snorted headily. "I doubt it. Well. . .perhaps. A little." He shook his head and returned to the topic at hand. "But I just love the way you move, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to dance with you." Harry's eyes widened. Did he just say he wanted to dance with me!

"What are you playing at? You're pissed as hell, you have no idea what your saying."

"Oh, I assure you," he said leaning in a little closer, "I'm just as sober as you. I want to dance with you, Harry." he said, Harry's name coming out in a low purr. Harry shivered in arousal. This is not happening. Is Draco hitting on me? Harry paused for a moment. When did I start mentally referring to him as Draco? Fire-Whiskey. Bleeding, demon-consorted Fire-Whiskey.

"Are you alright, Malfoy? You're not making any sense. Why would I want to dance with you, anyways? I'm not gay, Malfoy." Okay, so he was, but Draco didn't need to know that. The Slytherin boy laughed and moved even closer to Harry.

"I can assure you I am perfectly fine. Not gay, you say? Are you sure? I've got two words to say that might change your mind: Blaise Zabini," he said smugly. Harry gaped at him. Damn- fucking- Zabini! See if I ever shag a Slytherin again. Draco smirked and leaned in closer, with his lips stopping right next to Harry's ear.

"Besides, I know you want me- I've seen the stares, Harry. I knowyou want me and guess what? I feel the same way," he purred erotically into Harry's ear. Harry shivered. Not happening. This is NOT happening. Stop right now, Potter! He doesn't know what he's saying!

"I…I…don't w-want you," he whispered, his voice shaking. Draco licked the shell of his ear and the trailed his tongue down his neck, making Harry gasp.

"I don't believe you, Harry. I know you want this as much as I do." He said against Harry's neck, gently nipping at it, making Harry moan very softly. Be strong Harry, you know you'll regret it later. Tell him no!, his mind was screaming, better senses telling him to stop before it gets out of hand. But Draco continued his ministrations on Harry's neck and Harry's last resistance fell. Fuck it! At least I'll have one night.

"Draco," Harry gasped. "I want you, but not here. Can we go some where else?" Draco bit down lightly on Harry's neck making him moan and then looked up and nodded.

"Come with me," he grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him off of the couch and led him to what Harry assumed was Draco's Head Boy room. They entered the room quickly, Draco locking it behind him and placing a silencing charm. Before Harry knew what was happening, he found himself pushed against the door with Draco lips on his own.

Harry was to shocked to respond at first, but then started kissing Draco back. When Draco's tongue entered Harry's mouth and started exploring, Harry bit back a moan. Damn, he can kiss.

Eventually Harry's tongue found it's way into Draco's mouth. He loved the taste of Draco and couldn't get enough, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss, tangling his fingers through Draco's silky hair.

Draco's lips left Harry's and started trailing kisses from his jaw down to Harry's neck, stopping at the hollow between his neck and shoulders, and starting to suck it, Harry tilting his head to give Draco more space. Harry wrapped his legs wantonly around Draco's waist and pulled him closer, trapping himself between the door and Draco's body. Draco continued to suck, bite, and lick Harry's neck, driving him wild. He wanted more, now!

"Draco. . ." Harry groaned, "Bed, now!" and with his legs around Draco's waist and his arms around Draco's neck, the Slytherin Prince maneuvered them to the bed.


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Draco collapsed panting on top of Harry. After a minute he gently pulled out of Harry and lay down next to him pulling him closer. They didn't say anything to each other, because both of them fell asleep exhausted in each others arms.


A/N: Well that was chapter one. What did you think? Any comments. Constructive criticism is always welcome. I hoped you liked it. Chapter 2 is also posted after the first, so go on ahead to the next chapter and as always I have to say it Please Review!

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