Title: I'll Love You Through Everything.
Chapter 1. (Not) My Son, The Freak.
AN: So here's the basic idea of the story, Draco was born with this condition that was known by his mother since birth, that he'd have the ability to give birth, despite being born male, with working male body parts. And… Well, it's a Drarry Mpregg! If you don't like it, don't read it! GOD… (….) - Is it odd that I got the idea for this from reading Glee Mpregg stories? Yes…. I guess so.
~ I don't own anything. Obviously. If I could own anything from the Harry Potter series it would either be Harry Potter's Penis or Draco Malfoy (wink, wink.) Through I'd probably chose DM. Because he's freaking Draco Malfoy! Enjoy. ~
Draco had known from the moment that he was born that he was different. Not because he was an exceptionally strange child, but because from an early age that's what his father called him with distain. Sometimes Draco could still hear his father speaking, the words, he was sure, despite being about five years old, were the exact words his father had said. 'Narcissa, our son is a FREAK. He's DIFFERENT. I will not stand for it. He's not mine, is he? He can't be. He can't. Cissa, I did not have anything to do with the birth of that… Thing.' And from that moment on, Draco had fallen from his father's grace. He was pushed to the side, just like a freak should be.
Draco remembered what happened later that night. He had been lying in his bed, whimpering and snuggling his one and only bear tight up on his chest. He could have had a million bears, but he had only wanted Benjamin. Benjamin had been a gift from his father, from the man that had called his own flesh and blood a freak. Draco didn't even know what the word 'freak' meant, but he was sure that it wasn't anything good, and he didn't want to be a freak. He just wanted to be able to curl up in his father's arms again. But after what his father had said today, in front of him, made him sure that he wasn't welcome in Lucius Malfoy's arms anymore.
"Dragon?" His mother asked, opening his bedroom door slowly and quietly, as to not wake up her now snoring husband.
"Yes mother?" Draco asked, looking like a beaten puppy as he tried to hide the fact that he had been crying, lest his mother turn on him the way his father had.
"Are you alright, my Dragon?" She asked, slowly closing his door and finding her way to his bed. Draco felt the creak of the bed, indicating that his mother had sat down on the side. The bed was quite huge, so Draco moved slightly, to be closer to his mother. But at the same time he was hesitant. Would his mother hate him just like his father? Because he was 'different', a 'freak'? He didn't even know what he had done.
"Yes." He said quietly as his mother slowly laid down beside him. "I'm fine, Mother, and you?" He asked, just like he had been taught.
"I'm good, my Dragon. Your father didn't really mean what he said, he'll come around Dragon. I love you, your not a freak, you are not repulsive." His mother said, putting her arm around him and slowly stroked his back, calming the shaky breaths that had started up at the mention of Lucius.
"What's a 'freak'?" Draco asked, "and what makes me a 'freak'?" He added on, his big grey eyes looking up at his mother in the dark. Narcissa sighed. She had hoped to have this conversation with Draco when he was older, and when he was a bit more knowledgeable about well, where babies came from.
"A freak means someone who is different than other people, but it is a very rude word to say to someone, Dragon." Narcissa said, before pondering on how to answer her son's second question "Well, Draco… Do you know where you came from?" His mother asked, confusing Draco for a moment. He had never thought of where he had came from, he had always just been. Draco got a perplexed look on his face, which looked so cute on someone so young, as if his brain was working over time to understand the meaning and what could be implied from that question without having any knowledge of any of that. After a minute of silence Draco just shook his head. "Well, Dragon, usually when a man loves a woman, they make a baby. That baby lives in the mother's stomach for about nine months. During those nine months the mother swells, to accommodate the baby's growth." Narcissa said, unsure of what to say next, that even through Draco wasn't a woman, he'd still get pregnant like one? "And then the mother gives birth to the baby. Sometimes it works differently too. Sometimes if a man and a man love each other, when one of the men is special, they too can give birth to a baby." She finished, looking down at her son, worried about how he'd take the news.
"Is that why father thinks I'm a freak?" Draco asks, his eyes welling with tears. "Because when I grow up to love a man, I'll have a baby?" Narcissa fidgeted for a moment.
"Yes, Dragon. But I want you to know that no matter what I will always love you. Also, Draco… You may not grow up to like other boys, you could like girls and have babies with girls." Narcissa said, deciding that that was all they were going to say about this topic until Draco was older, more mature and ready to take the information. "Now, that's enough about this. Don't worry about it, Draco. Goodnight, my Dragon." She said as she got up from his bed. Leaning down to kiss him on the cheek, Draco grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. He kissed her cheek and said quietly…
"I love you mommy." Before drifting into a tired and dreamless sleep. The concern of his father hating him and the reason for such hate long gone.
I know that Draco calls his mother "mother" and then switches to "mommy"… It's just, he tries to be grown up and polite because that's kind of how I feel like Draco would be raised until Lucius finds out his son is a "freak" and hates him… But if I was to say the rest that won't that ruin it? I mean, I haven't even written it for god's sake.
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