Drarry2 chp. 5

A/N : WARNING!! lots of people have complained about it and i am sick of it so here it is: this fic contains MPREG which means two men having a baby. (one of them getting pregnant) so if you are TOO SQUEAMISH to handle this dont read ok? thanks. and stop telling me to take it off. I'm not going to.


“No Draco,” Harry said firmly, pulling away from his lover.
“Buuutt Haarrryy!” The blonde whined, pulling the brunet back onto the bed. “Technically I’m ovulating!” He pouted.
Harry rolled his eyes, sighed, and began undoing his shirt buttons. Draco smirked in triumph and took off his own shirt.
“You sure you want to do this?” Harry asked concernedly.
“Sure I’m sure,” Draco replied, absent-mindedly. As Draco busied himself with Harry’s pants, Harry’s mind drifted back to a memory from earlier that month….

****

Harry bolted down the Hallway.
“Draco?! DRACO?!” He yelled, desperately trying to locate his lover. He’d just gotten an owl from the blonde telling him to come home early. And Draco never did that unless it was something very serious. The brunet bolted down the hallway, and burst into the bathroom, where he found Draco curled up in the corner, crying.
“D…Draco?” Harry asked worriedly, hesitantly stepping forward.
The blond looked up and smiled wanly.
“Harry…you came…”
“Of course I came!” Harry said as he wrapped the blond in a tight hug, “I love you.”
This sent another wave of tears for Draco, and Harry sat slowly rocking him as he cried.

“What happened?” Harry asked softly, kissing Draco’s tears away. Draco sniffled and whispered, “My mother…she died today. You know how she’s been sick?” Harry nodded, “yeah…she…died,” Draco started to cry again, and Harry waited patiently for Draco to continue.
“Sorry. I was there on my monthly visit, when she pulled me close and whispered ‘you’re a good boy Draco, make sure you’re a good father too,’ and then she made me promise. She made me promise Harry!” Draco said, grasping at Harry’s robes.
“Made you promise what?”
“That…I’d be a good father,”

Oh.

“Oh…” Harry said stupidly. Draco looked up at him fearfully,
“I’m not leaving you Harry! I love you! It’s just…I realised…we can’t have kids…”
Harry almost laughed. Almost.
“Well…yeah…that’s a given…”
Draco nodded silently before getting up. “I’m gonna…take a rest,” He said, before smiling wanly and leaving the bathroom.

Harry sat, stunned, for what felt like ages. And then face palmed himself. Oh yeah, smooth; sarcasm when he’s in that state. He shook his head, and followed Draco. But by the time he had gotten to the bedroom, Draco was already fast asleep.

He’d called Hermione not long after that. She was the only one who knew about their relationship.
“He wants children? Draco Malfoy wants children?” She asked sceptically.
“Yes. Is there any way that could happen?”
“Well…there is one way…but it’s risky.”
“Tell me,”

****

“I really think it worked that time,” Draco laughed, hugging Harry tightly. Harry laughed and hugged him back.
“I hope so,” he said; but he knew he didn’t mean it.

“Haaaaaarrryyyy!!!” Draco glomped the taller boy as he walked in the door.
“What what?!”
“Guess what?” He said, platinum eyes sparkiling. Harry’s stomach did a flip-flop.
“You’re not…?”
“I am!” He smiled widely and hugged Harry again tightly.
The brunet stood there, stunned. It had finally happened. But it is worth the risk?

Draco leaned back looking at Harry worriedly.
“Aren’t you happy Harry?”
Harry forced a smile, “Of course!” And he hugged Draco back.

***

“Well…there is one way…but it’s risky.”
“Tell me,”
“Well…I’ve read about this magical herb which can make men have children, it’s really rare though…I guess no one thought they would need it,” She laughed shakily.
“Ok.” Harry said impatiently, “what’s it called and where do I get it?”
“I think it’s called…Empreg, and you can only get it… at Knockturn Alley.”

****
“Haaaaarrrryyyyyyy!” Draco whined, “I’m huuuuunnnngrrryyyy!”
Harry closed his eyes and sighed. This is why Draco was made a boy He thought, and replied sarcastically as he walked into the blonde’s room, “Coming honey! Do you want some rapunzel from the witch’s garden?”
Draco turned confused eyes toward harry. “Huh? Rapunzel? What witch’s garden? Oooh Actually there is a lovely witch’s garden down the road with some divine Rampion. Could you get it for me?”
Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. “Sure thing,”

****
“Are you sure you want to do this Harry?” Hermione asked worriedly as Harry joined her at the entrance of Knockturn alley.
“It’s for Draco,” He sighed. She nodded and smiled wanly before leading the brunet down the dark alley.
Feral witches and wizards glared at them as they made their way down the cobbled street.
“Hermione are you sure-
“Yes I’m sure, would we be down here otherwise?” She hissed back angrily. He nodded and fell silent, trying to block out the nasty onlookers. Finally she came to a stop outside a tatty old herb shop. It was a Victorian style, and had in big gothic letters, WITCH ASVORIA’S HERB STORE: EVERY HERB IMAGINABLE!

Well at least she’s original, Harry thought sarcastically.
The paint was faded and peeling and the herbs hanging from the walls and in pots on the ground were either dead or overgrown.
“This looks…promising,” Harry said.
“Yeah well, you don’t look like much either,” she snapped.

What’s got her wand in a knot?

“Uh…Hermione?”  
“Shut up Harry and go in,” She said, flustered.
Harry shrugged and reached for the rusty handle. But it wouldn’t budge. He knocked on the window.
“Hello? Is anyone home?” He called.
“Maybe it’s closed…” Hermione said, biting her lip.
Harry looked at her worriedly before he turned back, and jumped.
A face peered back at him through the glass. A very ancient woman with a straw hat had her nose pressed up against the window.

“It’s not every day I get visitors such as yourselves down here. What do you want?”
“We want to know if you had any Empreg in stock.” Harry asked hopefully. The old lady looked surprised and leaned back from the glass, before cackling loudly and opened the door.
“Well my little darlings come in, come in,” She cackled again and led them through the shop.

It was warm inside the small shop, though it wasn’t very bright. Herbs of every colour and shape imaginable lined the walls and hung from the ceiling. Cobwebs adorned corners and pots cluttered the floor.  Harry choked and covered his nose, the smell was incredible! He couldn’t pick the exact smell, but it seemed to be a combination of every plant imaginable. She left them by the dusty counter and left through a door behind a large pot of herbs.

Harry could hear the old lady tottering about in the back of the shop, muttering to herself. He glanced at Hermione and she gulped and grabbed his arm. A rat squeaked and ran past them; Hermione screamed and dug her nails into the brunet.
“By Merlin, Hermione; you faced Voldemort woman!” Harry hissed.
“Sorry Harry,” Hermione said, letting go of his arm; though Harry could see she was very worried and anxious to be out of the small shop. Suddenly a cry sounded from the back of the shop.

“Found it!” The old witch screeched.

“Not very popular this one,” She said as she walked back to the counter.
“Ok that’ll be 40 gallons please,”
“40?!” Harry cried. She looked at him with her eye brows raised before she narrowed them and shrugged.
“If it’s not that important I’ll just destroy it. Haven’t had a call for it since I got it and it’s not like anyone else on this side of the planet can sell it to you for such a low price,” She raised an eyebrow at Harry.
Hermione tugged on his arm.
“It is a very rare plant Harry…” She said, tugging his arm. The old witch smiled.
Harry sighed and pulled out his purse. “Fine,”
The old witch grinned, showing a set of stained yellow teeth as she accepted the money.

“Nice doing business with you darling,” And she handed him the herb.
It was a small plant, barely the size of his hand with delicate heart shaped leaves with splashes of purple.

“Now just eat this 24 hours before you…ahem, and you’ll get a baby in 9 months!” She cackled again and shooed them out of her shop.
“And what are the side effects,”
“Oh ghastly stuff, but never mind I’m sure it wont affect you! Think of modern magic dearest! Taa-taa!” And she slammed the door behind them.
“Hermione…”
“No Harry, Let’s just get out of here please?” She pleaded and so they made their way back to the safety of Diagon Alley.

****

“So what are the side effects?” Harry finally blurted out as they reached the burrow. Ron was out with his parents so they were alone for now.
“It’s deadly dangerous stuff Harry…you’d better sit down. With a wave of her wand she conjured mugs and a kettle and poured him a drink. He nodded and sat down, wrapping his hands around the warm cup.

“Well…the least dangerous thing is you get a purple dot in the corner of your eye.” She laughed until she saw Harry’s face so she continued seriously,  “Ok, now the first thing you have to realise Harry, is this is going against the very law of nature, and therefore will more then likely damage Draco severely. Nobody knows quite for sure what will definitely happen, ever since it was discovered they hadn’t dared use it. Only a few trials were ever done…and well…” She paused, looking out the window.

“What?” Harry demanded.
“They all ended badly Harry. Of course, that was almost 200 years ago, like she said magic has come a far way, it’s just…it’s still an unknown herb, and they may not know how to cure it.” Hermione looked at him gravely. He nodded thoughtfully.
“I’ll talk to Draco about it. Wait- how do I use it?”
“Oh, that’s easy, you just make it into a tea and drink it, here I’ll write it down…”

***
Harry tiredly opened the door of his apartment and sighed. It’d been almost a week and he still hadn’t told Draco about the herb. What would he say? Its bad enough they were in a relationship…but to have children?! Harry sighed and put his coat and scarf by the door.
“Honey! I’m home!”

“Hey Harry!” Draco said, running down the door and practically tackling the brunet to the floor. The blonde then kissed Harry passionately, forcefully ravishing his boyfriend.
“Whoa, hey!” Harry said, pushing the blonde back. “Not that I don’t like this but what’s gotten into you? Whatever happened to playing hard to get?” Harry said jokingly. Draco still liked to feel superior, even if he was the uke in the relationship.
“Oh nothing I feel great! I just drank this tea and now I’m like…BAM!” Draco giggled and threw himself at Harry. The Brunet’ gasped and pushed Draco off, inspecting his eyes closely.

FUCK

Harry nearly fainted when he saw the purple dot in the corner of Draco’s right eye.
“What’s wrong Harry?” Draco pouted.

But Harry couldn’t answer. He was lost for words.

“Draco…”
“Yeah?!” Draco asked impatiently.
“We’d better talk…”

***

“Wait wait wait, WHAT?!” Draco yelled. Once he had calmed down enough to speak, Harry had told Draco what had happened. Harry looked at Draco, hoping some of the remorse from his mother’s death was still here.

It wasn’t of course.

“YOU THINK I CARE IF I NEVER HAVE CHILDREN?!?! OH MY GOD YOURE A FUCKING IDIOT HARRY! I HATE KIDS! I LOATHE KIDS! I WAS JUST… URGH!” Draco kicked over the hatstand and Harry flinched.
“YOU ALWAYS DO THIS! YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BE GREAT GRYFFINDOR TO THE RESCUE DON’T YOU?!! COULDN’T JUST ASK ME BEFORE YOU ACTED COULD YOU??!!”

Harry let him rant until he calmed down before speaking.
“I just wanted you to be happy Draco,”
Draco closed his eyes and rubbed his temple.

“I know Harry, I know, It’s partially my fault I guess. I should know by now not to make tea out of a herb you left lying around, even if there was instructions.” Draco sighed and slumped against the wall.

“So how do we get rid of it?” he asked.

“We…can’t. I asked Hermione. Once it’s done. It’s done.” Harry whispered.

Draco swore under his breath and muttered sarcastically, “Great.”

***

“Hey Hermione,” Harry said as he walked over to her booth. The café was bustling with people, conversation muffled the air and the scent of coffee was heavy.
“Hey Harry!” Hermione said once he had sat down. Harry instantly scrutinized her. Her cheeks were flushed pink and her eyes seemed to sparkle.
“What’s different?” He asked cautiously.
“Harry…I’m Pregnant!” She squealed. Harry gasped and smiled widely.

“By Merlin that’s great!” He smiled and they hugged over the table. She nodded and started talking really fast.
“WellRonwantedtotellyoubutIsaidIwantedtosinceIwastheonecarrying-
“Slow down Hermione,” He laughed. She smiled and Harry temporarily forgot his problem.
“Anyway so if it’s a girl, I’m going to call her Rose, and if he’s a boy I’m going to call him Hugo,” She smiled, but this time Harry couldn’t return the smile.

He hadn’t thought of names yet.

“Oh yeah there was something I wanted to tell you…Draco’s pregnant too,”
Hermione’s eyes flew open and she raised a hand to her mouth, shocked.
“You told him?! And he said yes?!”
“He drank it accidentally,” Harry admitted.
She tilted her head sympathetically.
“Well, a pregnancy is supposed to be a happy occasion,” She forced a smile. Harry nodded.

“I haven’t even thought of names-
“Scorpius if it’s a boy and Narcissa if it’s a girl,”
Harry turned and his eyes widened as he realised who had spoken. Draco was in the booth behind them, Ron opposite him. The look on Ron’s face told him he’d heard everything Harry had said.

Well darn it all.

“Well this is fun,” Draco smirked and looked at Harry pointedly. “Please keep you’re voice down if you’re going to go tell people.”
Silence.
“Hey Honey,” Hermione called, trying desperately to break the tension.
“Hey…Hermione…I'm here for business...you know for the minisitry...” Ron stuttered. Harry turned back to Hermione and they nodded, and got up and joined their partners.

“So what brings you two here?” Draco asked smugly, enjoying the Gryffindors’ situation immensely.
“We came here for a coffee and a chat, like usual,” Hermione said hostilely, falling back into old habits. Draco pouted and leaned on Harry’s shoulder.
“Harrrrryyyyy, She’s being mean,” He then kissed the brunets neck. Harry blushed and Ron almost convulsed.
“Draco, please control yourself,” He whispered. Draco laughed and leaned back in his chair.
“Fine, whatever you say, darling,” He said, stressing the ‘darling’. Ron closed his eyes and muttered something.
“Ron…”
“It’s ok mate, it’s just a…surprise…you know?” the red haired man said, opening his eyes again. Harry nodded.

Silence.

“So you’re pregnant Granger?” Draco asked boredly.

As much as he enjoyed this whole predicament, he did love Harry.

Hermione blushed and nodded, grabbing Ron’s hand.
“Yeah, we’re expecting in September,”
“Ah what a coincidence, so are we,” He said.

Oh yeah. Nice ice breaker.

Ron coughed.
“So…baby names?” He asked politely.
“Like I said, Scorpius is it’s a boy, and Narcissa if it’s a girl,”

“Why do you keep calling her or him it?” Hermione demanded suddenly.
Draco rolled his eyes.
“Because it’s a foetus Hermione. I don’t think it has a gender yet. And I’m not going to go around saying “I’m having a boy/girl! People will think it’s a hermaphrodite,” He said bluntly.

Hermione scoffed, angrily saying something about “hearts” and Draco argued back.

Harry was suddenly hit with a wave of nostalgia, remembering a certain potions class where they had gotten into a heated discussion. Of course not about the same thing.

A small smile crept across Harry’s face and he glanced up at Ron, who had the same look; obviously remembering the same thing. Harry smiled tentatively and Ron shrugged.

All was well.

For now, anyway.