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Harry groaned, rubbing at his stomach before flopping backwards on the bed. He felt terrible. This was the fourth morning in a row of heaving his guts out. What was wrong with him? Was this some sort of magical sickness or worse yet, disease?
He didn’t want to be an alarmist, but was starting to be concerned. It wasn’t as if he ate a lot to begin with, and was sure that this wasn’t healthy. Even the Dursleys seemed to have decided he might be contagious and had locked him up in his room, once more.
Contacting Hermione was a thought, but she was prone to over reacting. Ron might think that he was attention seeking. Besides, after the fall-outs they’d had in the past, Harry didn’t trust Ron the way he used to. He was simply too fickle and not very loyal, for a Gryffindor.
With a smile, he realized the best person to contact was his secret boyfriend. No one at Hogwarts knew about it. Although, Harry suspected Dumbledore knew. It was hard to hide things from the old man. Harry wondered if it was really safe to write to his boyfriend, but decided he had little choice.
Taking quill in hand, Harry rolled over with a groan and penned a note to his lover. He attached the parchment to Hedwig’s leg and, with a pat on her head, told her where to deliver it. With what amounted to a raised eyebrow for the snowy owl, she took off to do as bid.
Hedwig arrived an hour later at her destination. Tapping on the window, she was let inside hurriedly. The letter was read with concern, then hidden away. With Hedwig waiting, a reply was quickly written before she was sent off again. She flew back to Harry, and he looked over the response.
H,
I want you to contact Dumbledore right away. You should go to the Infirmary at Hogwarts, unless you can manage to get to St. Mungo’s instead. Write your response on this page and I’ll see it here, since I cast a spell on this paper. Wherever you decide, I’ll explain it to staff and meet you there.
Harry frowned, flipping the page over hoping there was more. There really wasn’t any explanation for what was happening. Why didn’t he give a clue at least, Harry wondered. He also didn’t feel like dealing with Dumbledore, especially with all the time he spent in the Infirmary, anyway. Making his decision, Harry wrote down,
St. Mungo’s
…and watched in amusement as the parchment burst into green flames and changed form into a shiny blue rock. He felt the familiar pull behind his navel before he landed in the lobby of the wizarding hospital, leaned over and hurled. In the meantime, an alarm sounded in Dumbledore’s office, alerting him to the fact that magic was being done at 4 Privet Drive. He looked up from his reading with concern.
“Albus?” Minerva asked, seeing his expression. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m afraid Harry might be in trouble. Would you mind checking on him?” he asked. Peering over his glasses at the Deputy Headmistress, who was looking over the new student enrollments for the coming year with him, he gave his most doleful look.
Minerva rolled her eyes. “Of course I’ll go. I told you he never should have been put with them in the first place ““ Dumbledore sighed with relief when, after a five minute speech, Minerva finally left for Privet Drive via the Floo to Mrs. Figgs.
Her head reappeared ten minutes later in his fire. “Well?” Albus queried.
“He’s gone, Albus! There’s evidence of magic in his room and all his things are still there. He’s been taken!” She sounded terribly upset.
“Dear lady, stay there in case he comes back. I have a feeling where he might be.” Dumbledore placed another fire call, only to find Harry was not at his boyfriend's. In fact his boyfriend had left as well, with only a note to staff stating he was visiting a sick friend. Was that friend Harry?
Meanwhile, back at St. Mungo’s, Harry and his boyfriend were sitting in an examination room. Harry had used a fake name, rather then run the risk of the press finding out where he was. He still felt incredibly stupid and was sure his boyfriend was blowing things out of proportion.
When the Healer walked in, he smiled at their clasped hands. “So…Derrick, what seems to be the problem today?”
“He’s been sick and not eating!” Harry glared at his boyfriend but nodded in affirmation.
“Really?” The doctor waved his wand over Harry several times before smiling “I take it you are sexually active?”
Harry blushed, but nodded. “Yeah, why? What’s that got to do with anything? Don’t I just have some sort of wizarding flu?”
The Healer laughed. “It’s a bit more than that. You’re pregnant, two months along. Congratulations, Mr. Evans. Please find a natal doctor. You’ll need to have the baby magically removed in time and also, I’m prescribing potions that you need to take.” He left the room after handing Harry a stack of papers to read, along with the prescriptions. Harry and his boyfriend went back to the lobby, walking slowly and in shock.
“If you don’t mind, I think I need some time alone,” Harry said with a nervous grin. His boyfriend nodded in understanding. It had been a shock for both of them.
“I’ll see you at school next week, then? And we can talk about it?” Harry nodded, received a kiss goodbye and took a Floo, leaving his boyfriend standing in the lobby alone, worrying.
Draco Malfoy looked over the crowds at Platform 9 ¾. Spotting a set of familiar red heads, he eagerly headed their way. Staying a safe distance a part, but within viewing distance, he watched them carefully. He observed Hermione Granger joining the bustling mix of red heads and noticed them start to look about worriedly.
But, it was nothing compared to the very bad feeling Draco was getting in the pit of his stomach. He reluctantly got on the train and watched from the windows. The all aboard call was made, and the Weasel and Granger got on the train. It was quite easy to see that they were looking for Harry, who had not arrived. Draco was sure of that, having arrived himself an hour early, hoping to get to see his wayward and pregnant boyfriend.
After spending the requisite time with members of his house, Draco made his way to find the rest of the Holy Trio. He slid open the door to their compartment and sauntered in. “Aren’t you missing someone?”
“What did you do to Harry?” Ron jumped to his feet, clenching his fists.
A few students dashed out, leaving only Ron and Hermione. Seizing his chance, Draco slid the door closed, pulled the shade, and sat down. “Have you heard from Harry? At all?” he asked in a panicked voice, dropping his façade completely. Ron blinked and dropped his jaw in confusion.
Hermione looked confused, too. “Um, why do you care, Malfoy?”
“Harry and I have been seeing each other the past year. We didn’t want to tell anyone. But, I haven’t seen him since last week and I’m worried. Hasn’t he contacted you at all?” Draco asked in a rush, running a hand through his hair.
“WHAT?” Ron looked ill.
Hermione gasped. “It all makes sense now! Ron, don’t you see this explains why Harry kept running off with no explanations!”
“Yeah, yeah, have you heard from Harry?” Draco asked again, with far less patience.
Ron still looked pole-axed, but Hermione answered. “No, neither of us has since a few weeks ago. When was the last time you said you saw him?”
“Last week. He wasn’t feeling well, and so we went to St. Mungo’s together.” Draco bit at his lower lip to stop himself from saying anything more.
“Was he okay? Sick how?” Hermione asked. Ron had taken to whimpering to himself, obviously in complete denial. It appeared Draco could only get information from Granger.
“Yes, he’s okay. But, he has to take prescription potions. It’s all kind of personal. Look, do you have any idea where he might have gone?” Draco asked in agitation. He felt like he was going around in circles.
“You’re really concerned, aren’t you?” Hermione studied him inquisitively.
Draco rolled his eyes and reached into a pocket. This seemed to bring Ron to life, and Draco soon found himself at wand point. “Keep your pants on, Weasel. Wizard’s honor, I’m not going to hurt any of you.”
“How-how do we know you haven’t hurt Harry?” Ron demanded.
“Because I love him, you big clod. See?” Draco pulled a box out of his pocket and opened it to reveal two identical gem-encrusted rings.
“Oh, they’re beautiful!” Hermione squealed, grabbing the box.
Ron pressed forward. His wand was lowered, but his fists were clenched once more. “What did you do to Harry?”
Draco flushed. “Well, um. I think he should tell you. He’ll be rather put out if I tell you. Look,” he grabbed the ring box back from Granger, “just let me know if you hear from him? I’ll speak to Dumbledore tonight.” Reaching over, he opened up the door. “See you later.” He said in a threatening tone, mindful of keeping his image, and closed the door behind himself. Before he left, he overheard one last thing.
“Hermione?” Ron asked in a whimper. “Please, obliviate me!”
Fighting back the snicker with a wave of concern over Harry, Draco decided to find his owl. Finding a quiet corner on the train wasn’t easy, so he hid in the baggage cart to write Dumbledore a quick note and threw his owl out into the wind. Putting on his best game face, he wandered back to the Slytherins.
He wasn’t very surprised to find his Head of House waiting for him at the station. As the students unloaded, he made his way over to him. Snape looked at his student with a frown. “The Headmaster sent me with a port key for you that will take you directly to his office.” He held it out of Draco’s reach. “Care to explain, Mr. Malfoy?”
“It’s kind of personal, sir,” Draco gulped.
Severus’ eyes widened as they were joined by Hermione Granger. “I want to go with you to see the Headmaster.”
Snape was further surprised to see Draco look relieved at this request. “Grab hold, Granger.” He held out the port key, and before Snape could say anything else, they vanished from the platform.
The duo arrived, with a thud, in Dumbledore’s office. He looked tired and worried. “Draco, my boy, any news?”
“No, sir. Granger?” Draco looked hopefully at the witch.
“No. I’m sorry. But, I have an idea where he might have gone.” She offered.
“Where?” Draco grabbed her by the shoulders in an uncharacteristic show of emotion. Of course, Draco had been different all day. “Please, tell me!”
“Draco,” Albus chided. “Let the girl speak.”
Reigning in his anxiety Draco lowered his arms. “Sorry, Professor.”
“I think he’s gone to um, headquarters sir. At least, if he was scared, he might have gone there.” Hermione shrugged. “He feels closer to Sirius there.”
“Sirius Black, his godfather?” Draco asked.
“Yes. That’s a very good guess. I’ll go there immediately. Now, I believe the two of you should go to the feast. There’ll be questions if you are missed.” He looked over his half-moon spectacles at the two. Draco wrung his hands, but nodded reluctantly. Albus put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure they’re both fine, my boy.”
Inhaling deeply, Draco nodded as Hermione frowned at the statement. In a surge of green magical fire, the Headmaster vanished from sight. Draco headed for the door.
“Wait!” Hermione called out. “The Headmaster said ‘they’re both fine’. What did he mean by that, Malfoy?” Then, he could almost see the wheels click into place in her head as she covered her mouth with her hands. “Oh, my god, he’s pregnant, isn’t he!? That’s why you have those rings with you. And, you said he had to take potions! They’re pre-natal potions, aren’t they? That’s why Harry ran off! He was scared!”
Draco hung his head before looking up with mixed emotions on his face. Happiness, fear, and sadness were waging war across his fine features. “Please, Granger. This has to stay a secret.”
She smiled. “You really do love him, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” he walked over to the window and looked out over the grounds. “He was the only thing that kept me going through the war. My father in Azkaban, mother going insane and committing suicide, it was the worst year of my life. Then, father was given the kiss and I was an orphan. And Harry did the most amazing thing, Granger.”
“What?” she asked softly.
“He offered his condolences,” Draco said softly, turning to face her, his eyes misted with tears. “Me. He hated me for years and I him, but we were both orphans. It tore down the wall between us. We became friends. But he knew because things could get dangerous for me in Slytherin, we had to keep things quiet. He kept me safe and showed me love for the first time in my life. Now, he’s the one in trouble and it’s my fault.”
“Malf-, um Draco, I don’t know if Harry’s ever told you or not, but he’s always wanted a family.”
“I know. I do, too. A really big family, but Harry’s part-muggle, um, no offense.”
“None taken.”
Draco nodded and went on. “I never thought he could get pregnant. Honestly, I’d never gotten beyond thinking of asking him to bond with me after we graduate. So, when we found out, I thought he was okay with it and I just figured we’d move things up a bit.”
“Do you mean that?” They both jumped, so involved in their discussion that neither heard the roar of the Floo behind them. Harry was standing there looking hopeful, and Dumbledore was smiling merrily, rocking back and forth on his feet.
“Harry!” Draco rushed his lover, throwing his arms around him in a big hug before pulling back and kissing him. And kissing him.
“Ahem,” Albus cleared his throat, and the two moved apart reluctantly.
Harry was then rushed by Hermione, who proceeded to scold him thoroughly for scaring them all.
“I’m sorry. I was just so totally freaked out. I never knew wizards could get pregnant!” Harry exclaimed. Then, he looked apologetically at Hermione. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you first, ‘Mione.”
She smiled and waved it off. “It’s okay, but you get to tell Ron. He didn’t take the news of your relationship too well.”
“That’s an understatement,” Draco agreed. Dumbledore chuckled while Harry groaned.
“Well, I do believe I need to make several announcements. And Harry, you are officially eating for two.” Albus grinned. “Let’s eat.”
“Wait a moment!” Draco pulled the ring box out of his pocket and knelt down before Harry. Flicking it open, he showed the rings to his lover. “Harry James Potter, would you do me the honor of becoming my bond mate and letting me share in raising our child together? I love you, Harry. Please say ‘yes’ or this will be very embarrassing for me.” Draco grinned nervously.
Harry sucked in his lips as his eyes misted over, nodding madly. Draco jumped up and hugged him, and Harry finally found his voice. “Yes!”
Albus clapped and Hermione started to cry. “Excellent. We can have the ceremony before the feast! I dare say I’ll have to look into joint quarters for the two of you as well. Poppy will be so pleased; there hasn’t been a baby in the castle for years!”
Putting an arm around Hermione, Dumbledore led her from the room to give the two a moment alone.
“I’m sorry I ran.” Harry acknowledged, looking down.
Draco tilted his chin upwards. “None of that, you’re going to be a Malfoy soon.”
Harry laughed. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
“Do you really love me, Harry?” Draco asked, needing the affirmation.
“I do.” Harry grinned and kissed his lover with all the love he possessed.
The end.
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This story has been translated into Chinese, with my permission by yyhs and can be found at:
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