Harry always thought he had suspiciously good luck, only now… that good luck has run out. Who would have thought that one drunken night with fuzzy memories would leave Harry pregnant with Malfoy's child? It certainly hadn't crossed Harry's mind. Rated M. Slash. Although not all chapters posted, it IS (practically) COMPLETE.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of this; all I do is borrow characters and use them for my own entertainment (and to avoid doing homework and other such boring activities).

Warning: This is SLASH, but there will only be explicit M rated scenes towards the end (I'll try and make it worth it though ;)). This is also MPreg. Most of the story will be T+ (because of swearing and innuendos).

Thank you CurlyMustache for beta-ing this! *cyber hugs*

IMPORTANT A/N: In my story, Harry, Ron, and Hermione searched for Horcruxes in their sixth year. This allows my plot to take place in their 7th year when they are 17 turning 18, without that whole 'redoing' the year business with the year below. Nothing worthy happens in the 6th book anyway, apart from that Dumbledore business at the end, but let's just pretend that he and Harry did locket searching in the summer of Harry's 5th year and he didn't die, Draco was not told to kill him, and the Malfoys changed sides towards the end of the war, and so didn't get sent to Azkaban. They rescued the correct locket. Erm, and Snape is dead, just because I don't think I will be able to do him justice. And to those who are still reading this and haven't gotten bored – well done – my characters are going to be out of character but nothing crazy. I just say that because I'll never manage Rowling's awesome characterisation. Alrighty, let's get this show on the road.


CHAPTER 1 – Well, that's not good.

"It appears, Mr. Potter, that you are six weeks pregnant. Congratulations!"

Over the last six years, Harry always thought he had suspiciously good luck; from catching snitches in troublesome weather and passing his OWLS in Potions, to killing Voldemort and saving Hogwarts. He knew many people disagreed, they said it was because he was 'The Chosen One', but what that had to do with brewing a Potion, he couldn't tell you. Harry conceded that, yes, killing Voldemort did have a little bit to do with him being the 'Chosen One'… okay, it had a lot to do with it, but nonetheless there was no doubt in his mind that he had been living on luck. Now it seemed that luck had come to an almighty end. He should have seen it coming. He had been foolish in thinking that now the war was over, nothing could go drastically wrong. How naive.

"Well, that's not good," Harry uttered before fainting and falling back onto his hospital bed.


The first thing that came to mind when Harry woke up was: that was one weird dream. Of course men couldn't get pregnant. But, when he opened his eyes to see the all too familiar hospital wing, reality crashed back down so hard it almost knocked him out. He then realised he could hear the voices of his best friends, Ron and Hermione. Harry slowly sat up in his hospital bed and put his glasses on that he spotted blurrily on the bedside table.

"Harry, how are you? Why are you here? What's wrong? You know you can tell us."

Hermione asked him desperately while jumping out of her seat in between his bed and where Ron was seated when she saw he was awake. She leaned over and looked him directly in his eyes, as if daring him to lie to her.

"Jeez, calm down Hermione. I'm fine. I came to see Madame Pomfrey about my constant tiredness and feeling sick in the morning. I don't know. And yes I do. Have I answered all you questions?"

Harry watched as Hermione's eyes narrowed, trying to detect if he was being truthful or not. She finally huffed, and turned to sit back in her chair.

"If I find out you've lied to me, Harry," Hermione warned, leaving her threat hanging.

"Yeah mate, you know how she gets," Ron interjected, narrowly missing Hermione's hand as she tried to hit him round the head.

Harry was about to answer when he saw Madame Pomfrey come out of her office and head towards his bed.

"Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, out you go, your classes are about to start. Go on."

"Alright, we'll see you later Harry. We'll talk then," Hermione said, giving him a pointed look before leaving quickly with Ron.

Once they had gone, Harry sighed in relief and turned to Madame Pomfrey who was waiting patiently at his bedside.

'Madame Pomfrey, h – how is it possible that I'm pregnant? I – I mean, I know how people get pregnant, I meant, how is it possible for a bloke to get pregnant and why didn't anyone tell me?" Harry looked down at his fisted hands. He felt so confused.

"Mr. Po – Harry. Look at me, please."

Harry turned his head towards her to see her face full of worry and sympathy.

"I'm not surprised you didn't know. Male pregnancy is very rare. Both men have to be very magically powerful and their magic has to be sympathetic to each other."

"I'm sorry Madame, but there is no way that me and Ma – ehem… him, have sympathetic anything, never mind magic!" Harry burst out, horrified that she was suggesting that his unborn child was because of someone he hated. Well, at least severely disliked.

"So you know who the other father is then?"

"Yeah, yeah, I suppose so. I mean we were drunk. We don't even like each other, and we've ignored each other completely since that night."

Harry shivered thinking back on that memory. It wasn't clear, but he knew even in his drunken state that he had enjoyed sex with a guy way more than he had with any of the brief flings with girls, even though it was with Malfoy. He couldn't believe it when he woke up the next morning after the Halloween party, to realise that he was snuggled up against Malfoy of all people. Harry could tell he was just as surprised as himself. They had sprung apart in confusion, and Malfoy had demanded that he keep his mouth shut and that he forget about everything that happened. All Harry had been able to do was nod numbly, get dressed quickly, and head out of the room which appeared to be the Room Of Requirement. He stopped reminiscing when he head Pomfrey asking him another question.

"What? Sorry, I didn't hear."

"I just asked if you were going to tell the other father."

Harry sighed.

"No, I don't think I will."

"Alright, so you're keeping the child then?"

"Yes! Of course!" Harry practically shouted and put a protective hand on his stomach. He only now realised his abdomen was slightly rounder before he even really thought about it.

But he couldn't imagine not keeping his child. It didn't matter to him that he was only seventeen, or that he was single. He knew he would love the baby. Hell, he already did. He didn't care that the father was someone who he didn't like or that he was drunk and it was an accident. All that mattered was that he was going to care and love his unborn child, no matter what.

"I am sorry if I offended you Harry, I just wanted to make sure."

Madame Pomfrey smiled kindly at him, and sat down on the chair next to his bed. He could tell she was pleased with his decision.

"Now, I take it that you have no idea about pregnancies, let alone male ones?"

Harry smiled, "Nope, haven't a clue."

"Okay, well, it's very similar to female pregnancies in the way that you'll experience the same symptoms, like the nausea and tiredness that you have been experiencing thus far. However, you'll be pleased to know that the actual pregnancy period is a little bit shorter, around six to seven months long. This is because your body has to use a lot of magic to adjust itself to be able to carry a child, so – "

"Wait, I'm not going to lose my, err… parts, am I?" Harry asked fearfully.

"No, no, there will only be changes on the inside, which will return to normal when the pregnancy is over. But back to what I was saying. Because your body will be using so much magic in your body, and your child as well, in order to keep it safe, it automatically speeds up the process. Make sense?"

"Yeah. Hopefully it's closer to six months, rather than seven."

"I would also like to see you for weekly checkups at least, to make sure everything goes smoothly. If you could, please come and see me if anything is wrong, no matter how small. Okay?"

"Yes, that sounds fine. You aren't going to tell anyone are you?" Harry asked uncertainly.

"Not if you don't want me to. You are of age now so I don't need to, but I strongly advise you tell the father, or at least your friends. You're going to need all the help you can get."

"We'll see." Harry said uncertainly. Telling Malfoy was out of the question and telling Hermione and Ron would be unwise; they didn't even know he was gay! And even if they were okay with that, there is no way they are going to accept him when they find out the father is Malfoy.

Harry watched Madame Pomfrey take out two potions from her work apron and hand them over to him.

"The purple one is a sleeping drought because you need some rest. The other is a nutrients potion. Take them now and you should be awake by tonight Maybe even go down to dinner."

Harry nodded and took the potions, grimacing at the taste of them. Really, couldn't they make potions taste any better? As he slipped into a slumber, he felt Madame Pomfrey slide off his glasses. He heard her heels click on the floor as she walked away. Then, sweet dreams met him...


Yup, not very long, but it is only the first chapter, so it's more of a trial chapter. But my aim for coming chapters is 2000 – 4000 words, how does that suit everyone? Longer? Shorter? And finally, although I have practically finished this story, any suggestions about the plot are welcome; and if I like your idea, I will consider adding it in; or adjusting my story to accommodate it.

And I'm hoping this story will be about 14 chapters with epilogue, around 40000 words...hopefully.

Hope you enjoyed!

I won't post the second chapter for about a fortnight. But afterwards I'll update weekly; I'm thinking Saturdays.