Draco was furious with Harry. Twins were twice as much work as a single baby and the pregnancy would be twice as hard! It was going to be difficult enough getting through a Peverell pregnancy with only mother and Professor Snape for medical care; it might prove impossible to get through it with twins, especially if complications arise. Twin pregnancies were much more likely to suffer from complications, such as premature labor. That combined with the second cervix that was still the bane of his existence and he was terrified he'd lose both babies. There was even an increased chance he could die during childbirth with twins as opposed to a normal childbirth. There was always a risk, but twins were more than twice as risky and that didn't even include caring for two babies after the birth.
Odds were that Harry would be off saving the world by the time the babies were born. Draco would be left alone with two newborns with no one to help him except for mother for Merlin knows how long. Bihourly feedings in the middle of the night times two babies, twice as many dirty nappies, twice as much vomit, and nipples that would be twice as sore from having twice as many gums chewing on them. Draco didn't want to be the one enduring the pregnancy; Harry had forced him into it and now he was finding out that Harry was forcing twice as many children on him.
So yes, Draco did hex Harry and he would do it again it Harry was in front of him now. He would kick Harry in the ballocks too, for that matter. That would show Harry what he thought of twins. No sense of reason could be talked into him; he was not about to listen to pleas of ignorance from Harry. He could hear them in his head if he closed his eyes. Please Draco; I didn't even know you could get pregnant. I had no idea you'd get knocked up with twins! Harry's voice echoed in his head.
There was no excuse for twins and that one was pathetic. He imagined the retort he would scream back at Harry. You didn't know? That's your excuse? For forcing me into this? Your ignorance makes this okay? I don't think so Potter! Then he would hit Harry in the nose so hard it would bleed like it did on the train.
Draco's fantasies weren't particularly pleasant, but they did provide him with some comfort as he spent the night secluded in his room. He ate dinner alone, studied alone, and went to sleep alone. He woke up early the next morning and showered alone, before finding mother and asking her to do a quick examination. Once she ruled that the baby was fine, he grabbed his school bag and went to the Great Hall, for the first time in almost two weeks, to have breakfast without Harry.
"You're back, Draco!" Greg exclaimed as Draco sat down next to him.
"Why do you look like you want to torture and kill helpless puppies?" Pansy asked, seeing the scowl on Draco's face. "I thought you'd be happy to be back."
"You thought wrong," Draco replied, grabbing a bowl of oatmeal and adding some brown sugar.
"What were you doing all weekend?" Greg asked. "You weren't even at the match.
"I heard Gryffindor won. Stupid bloody Potter and his stupid bloody team; why would I want to see them win?" Draco asked, savagely jabbing his spoon into his oatmeal, before taking a bite.
"We were all rooting for the Ravenclaw team, of course. Tell me, Draco darling, are you in the mood for some revenge on Potter?" Pansy asked, being familiar with Draco's moods. He hadn't been in this sort of a mood in months, if not all year, and she was itching to take advantage of it. Maybe they could put doxy eggs in Potter's hair; they'd probably thrive and multiply in that rat's nest.
Draco took another bite of oatmeal and swallowed. "I ran into Potter yesterday and cursed him with conjunctivitis." He knew Pansy and the other Slytherins would be impressed, so then he did an impersonation of Harry rubbing his eyes, mimed a pair of glasses falling off, and said, "Help I can't see! I'm a speccy git and I've lost my glasses!" He tried to put his usual humor into it, but somehow it fell flat and the scowl returned to his face.
"And what did he do back? Put a curse of gloom and ill-will on you?" Theo asked, overhearing the discussion.
"No, he didn't do anything. Professor Snape just reminded him last week that I'm still healing. I'm highly fragile and he doesn't want to risk touching me. I think it's the perfect time to corner him with a hex," Draco suggested.
"You mean Professor Snape reminded him after you spent the duration of our fight Tuesday cowering behind a shield?" Vince asked.
"Yes, exactly. I was in pain last Tuesday; now I'm feeling loads better, only Potter doesn't know that. What have you guys been planning?" Draco asked, hopeful that his fellow Slytherins had been planning something against Harry in his absence. He filled a bowl with fruit and violently stabbed his fork through a chunk of honeydew as he listened.
Meanwhile, Harry woke up alone in the bedroom by the beach. He first went to Draco's room, planning to apologize and beg Draco's forgiveness, but the room was empty. He walked back to his bedroom to get ready for school, but he stopped when he noticed that Narcissa was eating breakfast out on the dining patio, alone. He went outside and asked, "Ma'am, have you seen Draco?"
"I did, Harry. He went down to breakfast at the Great Hall. I checked him over and he's fine," Narcissa answered.
"Oh… Did he still seem mad at me?" Harry wanted to know, but he also didn't want to know.
"Yes, I believe he is still upset with you. I don't believe there have been two sons born into the Malfoy family in over a thousand years, because of the desire not to split up the land and wealth associated with the Manor. A female second child could be given a lesser property, but twin firstborn boys will create a legal issue when it comes to inheritance. He'll get over it, but do try to understand and give him some time," Narcissa replied.
"Oh," Harry said, not understanding how Draco could be this upset over inheritance. "Wait, twin boys? You mean they're both boys?"
"Yes. The sex determination spell was producing the word boy twice, making it blurry. The two letter Os, one of top of the other, made the middle letter resemble the number eight."
Harry hadn't had time to process this information last night, but now a smile rose to face and he said, "I have two sons."
"Yes, but perhaps you should change out of your nightclothes and go to class, so that you can get an education and provide for your sons," Narcissa replied. Harry wasn't late yet, but he would be if he just continued to stand there.
Harry went through his morning routine alone, wondering if Draco would still be refusing to speak with him on their wedding day. But then he noticed the time and realized that he was late and needed to run to make it to potions class on time.
Draco was disappointed to learn that no one had taken the initiative to plan Harry's humiliation without him. The best suggestion was Pansy's doxy egg idea and that wouldn't work, because Harry would never notice and would surely still be infested at some distant point in the future when Draco chose to forgive Harry; or not forgive Harry, but let Harry suck him off anyway. And Draco didn't want to end up cleaning the doxies out of Harry's hair, so that was out.
Draco spent the morning discussing plans for his revenge on Harry with his fellow Slytherins. He recruited the three other Slytherins taking a NEWT in potions to help him. Theo, Blaise, and Milli were among the least vicious Slytherins in their year and weren't exactly keen on torturing Harry, but he was able to talk them into distracting Harry while he added something to Harry's cauldron. It wasn't perfect, but it would have to do.
Draco pulled out his potions book and went over the potion that they were making this week and all of the potential pitfalls to watch out for. "Be careful to avoid adding doxy droppings to boomslag skin, because the mixture is quite intoxicating and breathing in the fumes can leave one a bumbling buffoon," Draco read. It was perfect, because he happened to have some doxy droppings in his potions kit.
The bell rang, so Draco put his book away and went to potions with his friends. He turned in his latest essay and noticed that Harry wasn't there as he pulled out the various potions ingredients he would use today. He pulled out the doxy droppings and put them in a small dish, covering them with dried fig leaves. They were using dried fig leaves today, so no one would notice the extra dish.
Harry came into class, just as the bell rang. He went over to Hermione, Ron, and Ernie and set to work on his potion. He glanced over at the Slytherin table and noticed Draco smirking to himself as he cut and prepped his potion ingredients. Harry figured that Draco must not be all that mad at him anymore if Draco was smirking, so he turned back to his own table and set to work.
"Harry, is it true you let Draco curse you yesterday and you didn't do anything to retaliate?" Blaise asked an hour into class, approaching the Gryffindor table when he had his potion under a self-stirring charm.
"Did he tell you that?" Harry asked, looking over at Draco.
"Yeah, what of it Potter?" Draco asked from across the room.
"Too cowardly to defend yourself, eh Potter?" Blaise asked again. Millicent and Theo were supposed to be helping taunt Potter, but they were both just standing silently behind him, so he had to do all of the talking.
"No, but Draco's still injured and I didn't want to get any more detentions," Harry replied, looking at Blaise and then the other two Slytherins standing silently behind Blaise. Nott and Bulstrode weren't usually a problem, so he turned back to stirring his caldron.
While Harry was looking at Blaise, Draco levitated the doxy droppings and excess dried fig leaves into Harry's caldron, which Harry conveniently stirred in for him. Now all he had to do was finish his own potion and wait for Harry to start making a fool out of himself.
"Hermione, does my potion look right to you? It's bluer than everybody else's," Harry said, stirring his suddenly blue potion. Everyone else had either a yellow or a greenish yellow potion simmering in their cauldrons.
"It's not supposed to be that bright blue color," Hermione commented, bending down to sniff it. "It smells off too. I think you added too many fig leaves. Adding too many fig leaves can give it a bluish color."
"Bugger," Harry said under his breath, continuing to stir in hopes of salvaging his potion. "How can I fix it?"
"Try adding some peppermint to neutralize the fig leaves," Hermione suggested.
Harry didn't have any better ideas, so he did as Hermione suggested and his potion did start tipping back towards yellowish and was now a healthy verdant shade of green.
Slughorn came over and asked Harry if he was feeling alright, because Harry's potion making skills had suffered a serious blow as of late and if it was a medical condition, Harry ought to seek help for it.
"I'll show you medical condition. I'll shove my medical condition up your arse," Harry muttered under his breath as he tried to continue on with his ruined potion.
"Sorry mate. You'll get it right next time," Ron said cheerfully. Ron's potion was a perfect sunshine yellow.
"What do you know? You're crap at potions," Harry replied, not knowing where that came from.
"Sorry, I was just trying to be helpful," Ron replied sheepishly, not noticing the puddle of water spreading out under his work area from where Ernie had spilled earlier. He took a step back and slipped in the puddle, before sliding and falling head first into Harry's cauldron.
"Ron, are you alright?" Hermione asked concerned.
"Yes, just wonderful," Ron replied, lifting his head up with a wide grin plastered to his face, despite the green potion that was soaked through his red hair and dripping down off of his chin.
"A simple cheering potion shouldn't do any lasting harm. He might be a bit cheerful for the next day or so," Slughorn said, approaching the scene of the potion accident.
"Hermione, I never noticed how pert and bouncy…" Ron started to say, but the next bit was unintelligible, because he shoved his fist into his mouth to stem the flow of words. After a minute he stepped in closer to Hermione, reaching out to her with one hand and removing his other fist to reach out and cup her face with it. "Can I kiss you?"
"Ah, no Ronald. You're disgusting, plus you're still dripping in Harry's potion," Hermione replied, removing Ron's hand from her face and holding out her other hand in a defensive position, to block Ron from getting any closer to her.
"But your hair is so shiny; I just want to touch it," Ron replied.
Hermione didn't say anything and gave Ron a quizzical look.
"And you're lips are so cherry red, I want to snog them," Ron added. "And your hips-" The last part was mumbled, because Ron shoved his fist back into his mouth to stop it.
"Mr. Weasley, perhaps you better go to the hospital wing to await the wearing off of this potion?" Professor Slughorn asked. "Mr. Macmillan, you seem to be finished with your potion. Why don't you escort our friend, Mr. Weasley, to the hospital wing and I'll have Ms. Granger bottle me a flask of your work."
"Yes Professor," Ernie said, putting down his stirring rod.
Ernie left with Ron. Hermione and Harry packed up Ernie's potion supplies and bottled a sample of Ernie's potion, turning it into Professor Slughorn, before doing the same with Ron's potion and then their own. Harry's slight blabbering and ill mood wore off quickly and he was back to normal and wondering what had gotten into him earlier.
"I think Potter's upset Weasley was making a move on his witch," Theo said.
"I wonder which one the mudblood will choose; the blood traitor or the halfblood?" Draco asked.
"Language, Mr. Malfoy. You may be too ill to serve a detention this week, but I'll have you in here scrubbing cauldrons next week," Professor Slughorn threatened. He excused Harry and Weasley's language as the side-effect of the ruined potion, but Malfoy hadn't been near it.
"She couldn't possibly choose Weasley: he's a clueless moron," Milli said.
"She couldn't possibly choose Potter either; not unless she fancies being bit by fleas," Draco replied. He considered doing an impersonation of Hermione being bit by Harry's fleas, but he was busy with the final steps in his potion; it would have to wait.
"Language, Mr. Malfoy. This is the second time I've had to tell you, so it'll be detention. You can scrub my cauldrons out next week when you're feeling better," Professor Slughorn said.
"Ah, come on," Draco complained. "You can't be serious."
"I am very serious, Mr. Malfoy. An injury, no matter how severe it may be, doesn't grant you the right to mouth off in my classroom," Professor Slughorn replied, before going to talk to the Ravenclaw table.
Seeing that Professor Slughorn was preoccupied again, Harry put on his best sneer and asked, "How's daddy doing in Azkaban, Malfoy?" Maybe he shouldn't have asked it, given Draco's detention, but he had enough practice faking fights to know he shouldn't leave it with Draco getting in the last word. Besides, the worst that could happen was that he'd get detention with Draco, which wasn't a big deal to Harry.
"Brilliant. He says it's all caviar and sunshine; how's your father doing Potter?" Draco asked with a smirk.
Professor Slughorn noticed that Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy were still going at it, so he walked over to Harry and Hermione and said, "You lot are all finish with the day's potion. I suggest you turn in your written assignment if you haven't done so already and leave."
"But sir, what about Ernie's things?" Harry asked, while Hermione grabbed up Ron's potion supplies along with her own.
"He will come back for them. I don't believe you turned in your essay yet, Mr. Potter," Professor Slughorn reminded him.
"No, I forgot," Harry said, digging in his bag for his essay.
Draco grabbed his things and cleared out of the room while Harry was talking to Professor Slughorn. He went to the defense classroom and waited until the bell rang and a bunch of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff second years cleared out of the room, before he went in.
"Mr. Malfoy, to what do I owe this honor?" Professor Snape asked.
"I'm ready to move back into the dungeons, sir," Draco replied.
"Did he have a problem with signing the contract then?" Professor Snape asked.
"Oh…um, no, I forgot to ask. We had a fight about something else. Two someone elses, actually," Draco answered.
"Well my next class is already filling in, so perhaps we can speak more of this before dinner," Professor Snape suggested.
Draco agreed and went back to the Slytherin dungeons to do his homework with his friends before lunch. He stopped by the kitchens along the way and got a big bowl of ice cream from the elves. After his free period he went to lunch and then history of magic, before heading to Professor Snape's office. Professor Snape wasn't there yet, so he pulled out his potions book, because it was the only book in his bag at the moment, and read about the following week's potion.
Professor Snape arrived ten minutes later and motioned Draco inside and then warded the door. "Now please tell me what is going on, Mr. Malfoy," Professor Snape requested.
"Granger figured out that I was pregnant with twins and had mother cast a spell to confirm it. Consequently, I'm mad at Harry and since it'll be two weeks tomorrow, I'd like to go back to my dorm," Draco explained.
"Twins will complicate matters, Mr. Malfoy. If you would like to go back to your dorm, you may, but in that case I will have to send your mother to the villa tomorrow," Professor Snape replied.
"I know about the complications; that's why I'm mad at Harry. I'll tell mother to prepare to be transferred. I know she can't stay here in the castle without me and she'd have to go soon anyway," Draco said.
"And will you still work on having Mr. Potter sign that confession?" Professor Snape asked.
"Yes, I will," Draco answered.
"Very well, Mr. Malfoy, you may go," Professor Snape dismissed him.
Draco left to go to the room of requirement, where he found both mother and Harry sitting in the living room. Their conversation ended abruptly when he entered, so he knew they were talking about him. He proceeded undaunted and entered the hut, sitting in the only armchair in the sitting room.
"Draco, how was your day?" Narcissa asked. She was worried about her son, but she didn't let it show.
"Fine. I talked to Professor Snape and he has agreed that I'm fit to return back to the Slytherin dorm. He'll be by to move you sometime tomorrow," Draco answered.
"That soon? I had hoped we'd have another week together," Narcissa replied.
"I know, but I will still be stopping by to visit you regularly. I'll owl you with any changes to the baby furniture order form and you can contact me with any wedding questions," Draco replied.
"So we are still getting married?" Harry asked hopefully. If they were still getting married, then Draco couldn't be all that mad at him, could he?
"For now, we will continue with the arrangements," Draco answered. "Mother, I would like to speak with Harry alone."
Narcissa was hesitant to leave the two boys alone, worried that they would either start fooling around or cursing each other; with Draco's current mood both possibilities were likely. But Harry and Draco were both looking at her expectantly and she had things to pack, so she said, "Alright, but behave please." Harry and Draco agreed, so Narcissa went to her room.
Draco closed the door behind his mother with a wave of his wand and a nonverbal spell. Then he locked, warded, and silenced the door and silenced the room in general.
"What's going on?" Harry asked, noticing the great lengths Draco was going to.
"I need to speak with you and I would prefer to keep it quiet from mother," Draco answered, lowering his wand.
"Is this about our fight in potions?" Harry asked.
"No, this is about what Professor Snape said to me. He suggested that if I go through with this wedding and having my children become legitimate heirs, I could risk losing them to you, if and when we separate. As it is, because they were conceived during a rape, you don't have a chance of gaining custody of them, but that'll be harder to prove later on. He therefore recommends that I have you sign a confession detailing the rape and conception, so that I have proof, should I ever need it. I think this is reasonable."
"You want me to sign a confession saying that I raped you?" Harry asked confused. "I thought you didn't want anyone to know?"
"I don't and no one new will know. You'll sign it in front of Dumbledore as a witness and I'll tuck it aside for use only if you try to take my children away from me. Think about how it'll look if we split up: you're the Bloody-Boy-Who-Lived and future Savior of the Wizarding World, while I'm the son of a convicted Death Eater with a Dark Mark on my arm," Draco replied, touching his sleeve over his mark.
Harry thought about it and agreed that it looked bad for Draco and he also thought that this was his own fault and that he ought to take responsibility for it and confess. "Alright, I'll do it," Harry agreed, hoping that his willingness to cooperate would lead Draco to forgive him for the twins.
"Good. I suspect Professor Snape will contact you when the document is ready to be signed. I shall pack and return to my dorm room," Draco said, before removing the wards, silencing charms, and locks on the door. Then he went into the dragon room to pack. Afterwards he went into the flower room to talk to his mother. He took a seat on her bed and tried to think of what he should say.
"Draco, I'm going to miss you," Narcissa said, starting the conversation.
"I'll miss you too, mother," Draco replied.
"I know that you're upset about the news, but try not to take it out on Harry. Hexing your spouse is not dignified," Narcissa said.
"Yes mother," Draco replied. He knew that what she was saying was true, but he also still thought Harry deserved it and part of him wanted to do it again.
"And when you do forgive him, please do not do anything inappropriate with him. It will be better if you save it for the wedding night, Draco."
"Trust me, I don't plan on it." At the time, Draco meant it, despite his previous wavering on the subject.
"Good. And I've already made some adjustments on the order form to get two of most things and to get a double stroller. We won't be able to use the old Malfoy nursery furniture with twins, so I'll have to work on ordering a new double set and ordering more clothing. Would you like the boys to have identical outfits, or similar, or completely different, or a mixture?" Narcissa asked.
"Mostly identical, for the cute stuff. But the stuff that was just okay, get something similar," Draco answered. His mother would know what he meant, because they had spent hours going over that blasted catalog together.
"Take care of yourself and my grandsons, my dragon," Narcissa said, coming over and sitting next to her son on the bed to give Draco a hug.
Draco hugged his mother back and then went to the dragon room to get his things, before returning to the Slytherin dungeons.
Author's Note: Draco's detention from Slughorn might seem unimportant now, but it's one of those spiraling things that gets worse the more Draco tries to get out of it… and being a Slytherin, Draco's going to try every way he can think of to get out of it.