Harry sat on a cot in the corner of the Great Hall. He was in shock. One of the healers from St. Mungo's had confirmed what the centaurs said. He was pregnant. And Draco Malfoy was the father.
"Harry?" Hermione sat on the bed next to Harry. "Are you alright? Everyone's worried."
Harry looked up. They had put a curtain around his cot but he could hear the murmuring outside. Harry shook his head, unable to speak. Hermione pulled out her wand and muttered a silencing spell around them.
"Harry, tell me what's wrong."
"What?" Hermione moved closer to him to hear better.
"I'm pregnant, Hermione," Harry mumbled, tears starting to form in his eyes.
"What? How do you know? Are you sure?" Hermione pulled Harry into her arms as the boy cried into her shoulder.
"The centaurs told me while I was with them. I had the healer double check," Harry managed to say through his tears.
"The father…" Harry nodded.
Hermione hugged him tighter. "I'm sure it'll all be okay, Harry. Have you told Draco yet?"
"No, I don't want him to know."
"What? Why not?"
"He left me that night, Hermione. He fucked me then left me. I don't want anything to do with him anymore. I'm not letting him get near my child."
"Harry, I'm so sorry," Hermione held Harry tight and let the boy cry into his shoulder.
"Draco, stop pacing before you wear a hole into the ground." Blaise commented, watching his friend move back and forth in front of him.
"I can't help it. You saw how he looked when he saw me. If looks could kill I'd be nothing but a pile of ashes. He's been behind that curtain for ages!"
"Draco, its only been fifteen minutes. Relax."
"I will not relax!"
"Draco, dear, please listen to your friend," Narcissa sat next to Blaise, watching her son continue his pacing.
"But, he's been there for so long. Who knows what could be wrong with him?"
"Draco, he looks fine,"
"If he's fine we wouldn't be in there, now would be, Blaise?"
"Draconis Lucius Malfoy, calm down this instant," Lucius said from the cot he was lying down on. "You're giving me a headache just watching you pace."
Draco did as his father said and moved to sit on a chair beside his cot. He stood up almost instantly when he saw Harry and Hermione stepping out from behind the curtain. Harry looked pale. Hermione looked at him with worry in her eyes. She said something that made him smile just a little.
"Maybe you should go talk to him, Draco. It'll stop your incessant pacing and worrying which has been annoying us for quite a while now." Severus suggested, ignoring the offended look Draco gave him.
"Harry, I know you don't want to speak to him, but you have to talk to him," Hermione urged.
"Talk to who?" Harry looked up to see Ron, who was surrounded by Remus and the rest of the Weasley clan.
"I guess I should tell you now," Harry mumbled. Hermione put a silencing charm around all of them after she noticed everyone in the Great Hall had their eyes on Harry. "Can't we go to a private room?"
"Sorry, Harry, Dumbledore wants everyone together for the time being. Aurors are still going around getting rid of any dark magic that still remains in the castle. Those Death Eaters really did some damage," Arthur Weasley replied.
"What are you going to tell us, mate?" Ron moved closer to Harry to put an arm around him. He saw the tears that had started up in Harry's eyes. He looked over Harry at Hermione. Hermione knew what was going on, but she was going to wait for Harry to tell them.
"I'm pregnant," Harry choked out, his tears starting to fall again.
"What? Are you sure?" Remus asked, moving closer to Harry.
"That's what I had the healers do in there," Harry explained.
"Who's the other father?" Remus asked, the shock still evident in his voice.
"Draco Malfoy," Harry responded, staring at the ground. He winced at the gasp that seemed to have come from everyone's mouths. The silence that followed was almost deafening.
"I understand if you hate me," Harry spoke again.
"No, Harry, we don't hate you." Molly was the first to speak. "We'll love you no matter what, dear."
"She's right, Harry," Remus moved forward to hug his best friend's son. "You're like a son to me, Harry." The rest of the Weasley's came to Harry and told him similar things, promising to help him get through his pregnancy. Harry smiled; the feeling of dread in his chest was replaced by happiness.
"Ron?" Harry turned to his best friend who still hadn't said anything.
"Does Malfoy know?" Ron asked, his voice emotionless. Harry shook his head. "Why not?"
Harry began a short explanation of what had happened between him and Draco and why he didn't know about his child. By the end of it, most of the Weasley's were glaring at Malfoy. Harry glanced at the corner where Draco was. He seemed to be shifting uncomfortably under the Weasley's glares. Everyone around Draco was staring back at them with confusion on their faces.
"Harry," Ron started. Harry looked up. Everyone stopped glaring at Malfoy to see how Ron would react. "You're my best mate and I'll support you no matter what. I still don't know how or why you chose Malfoy of all people, but I'll support you nonetheless. But, Harry, you have to tell Malfoy. I know you rather not, but he has every right to know about his soon to be son or daughter."
Everyone stared at Ron with their mouths hanging open. Ron stared back. "What?"
"Since when were you Mr. Reasonable?" Ginny asked. "We were all expecting you to blow up."
Ron shrugged. "I don't know. I was surprised I wasn't angry either. But, if I were the father of someone's baby, I'd rather no."
"You are not going to be a father until you are ready, Ronal Weasley," Molly said sternly.
"And certainly not before me," Bill said. "How sad would it be that my youngest brother became a father before me?"
Everyone laughed and proceeded to tell Harry about everything that happened while he was away
Draco couldn't breathe. He had watched as Harry talked to everyone, wishing he could hear what was going on. He panicked when almost everyone seemed to turn to him and glared at him. Harry must have told him. He'll be dead by the end of the day. But, he was shocked when he saw Ron starting to speak and everyone had their eyes on him instead. Oh, great, Ron was probably planning his death right now. Draco started pacing again. He wanted to go over their and find out what was going on. His pacing stopped when he saw Harry finally break away from the group and come up to him. He stood still, unable to breathe, watching Harry slowly make his way to him.
"Breathe, Draco," Blaise advised. "It's not best to pass out from lack of oxygen as soon as Harry gets over here."
Draco's retort was silenced by Harry's voice.
"Can I talk to you for a second?" Draco could only nod as he followed Harry outside.
"Harry?" Draco asked once Harry had led him outside of the castle. "Why'd we come out here?"
"Everyone in there has got to be wondering why we've been casting silencing charms inside there. All he staring is starting to get to me. We'll have more privacy out here," Harry his best to keep his nervousness out of his voice.
"I'm happy to see that you're alright, Harry," Draco started to move closer to hug Harry but stopped when he saw the dark hair boy start to tense.
Harry ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "There's something we have to talk about, Malfoy."
Draco winced when Harry used his last name. "Harry, about that night, please, let me explain."
"I don't need an explanation, Draco. You didn't really love me, I get it." Harry turned his back to Draco so he didn't have to see the tears that were starting to build up once again. Why was it that whenever it was Draco, he seemed to lose control of his emotions.
"Harry, that's not true!" Draco put a hand of Harry's shoulder but he brushed it off.
"No, Malfoy, just listen. That night really meant a lot to me. Don't interrupt me." Draco shut his mouth instantly. "I know you don't feel the same. I wish I could push my memory of that night away forever but I can't. I'll always have a constant reminder of it."
"Harry?" Draco spoke when Harry stopped talking. The slight shaking of his shoulders told Draco that Harry was fighting tears. His heart broke even more at that. "Harry, please, allow me to explain. That night…"
"I don't want an explanation!" Harry shouted, turning to face Draco. Draco's heart hurt at the sight of his tear stained face. "Because of you and that night, I'm pregnant!"
"Wh-what?" Draco's mouth fell. "Are you sure?"
"What? You think I'll make something up like this just to keep you?" Harry spoke with malice in his voice. "I'm not like that, Malfoy. I know when I'm not wanted. I won't force myself onto you."
"Don't call me Harry."
"I want you to do me a favor Malfoy," Harry looked Draco straight in the eyes. Draco could do nothing but agree.
"Stay away from me and my child."
"I can't—won't—do that," Draco pleaded.
"I know you don't love me, but even if you cared just the slightest bit about me, just leave me alone, Draco. I don't ever want to see you again."
Draco's heart and mind shouted at him to go after Harry but his feet didn't seem to listen. Draco thought that with all the heart break he had felt earlier, it wasn't possible for his heart to break anymore, but the sight of Harry walking away did just that.
Draco remained where he stood, silent tears falling from his eyes, long after Harry has disappeared.
"Draco?" Blaise walked up to him. "Your parents sent me. Harry walked in there crying and the Weasley's won't let any one near him, not even Dumbledore. They got worried when you didn't show up. What happened?"
"He's pregnant, Blaise," Draco said in a raspy voice.
"What?" Blaise's eyes grew wide and he moved closer to Draco, thinking that he had heard wrong.
"He's pregnant," Draco replied, drying his eyes. "He's carrying my child and he doesn't want me anywhere near them. He's disgusted with me. He wouldn't even give me a chance to explain."
"What are you going to do now?" Blaise didn't know how to comfort his friend. Draco looked so lost and forlorn.
"I'm not going to let him keep pushing me away. I'll find a way to get him to believe that I do love him. I'm not going to give him up."