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Punishment or a Gift	By : Darcie Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4720 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 12
The loving duo walked hand-in-hand from the Gryffindor common room towards the Great Hall for brunch. At the entranceway, they each took a deep relaxing breath and proudly locked lips under the mistletoe for all of the teachers and a couple of Ravenclaws studying over the holidays to view. They entered quietly to simply get their meals and sit next to one another at the Slytherin table to enjoy their meals.
Dumbledore sat still, observing the young couple eat brunch, converse and laugh with one another, completely forgetting that they are members of two different houses and that trouble may lie in the future. As he took a sip of pumpkin juice, the Headmaster recognized Severus swiftly moving toward his chair out of the corner of his right eye. Snape leaned down to whisper in Dumbledore's ear. "His father has left Malfoy Manor and will be arriving soon. There was nothing I could do or say to stop him."
"Very well, Severus," he spoke solemnly, fearful for the boy and the child's life. He stood uncomfortably to beckon Draco. "Young Malfoy?" He observed Draco squeeze Harry's shoulder as he left the table and greeted him.
"Yes, sir?"
Dumbledore cleared his throat and lowered his voice to a soft, yet strict tone. "I have the unfortunate duty of informing you that your father is coming. He's on his way now."
Draco froze in his position before Dumbledore, a sweat breaking out on his forehead which he wiped away with the ruffles at the end of his sleeves. "Oh Shit," he panted as his breath rate quickened to an alarming speed.
"Young Malfoy, please remain as calm as you can. Stress does not agree with your condition, and "shit' could be one of the appropriate words for the situation."
The Slytherin looked up to the Headmaster with dreadful and anxious gray eyes. "Shit," he groaned again as he felt Harry come up behind him to envelop him in a comforting embrace. "Mr. Potter will be there with you to protect you. I will not be far behind if I am needed." Dumbledore winked at Harry with hopefulness and took his seat once again.
An hour later, the young lovers sought the safety of Dumbledore's office and remained there until the arrival of Lucius Malfoy. Draco took the pleasure of investigating Dumbledore's candy stash and snuck a few chocolate covered raisons in a way of calming himself. Harry on the other hand, was sitting perfectly erect and still in a wooden chair, his fingernails digging themselves into the arm rests. He jumped and abruptly snapped his head around when Professor McGonagall poked her head into the silent room.
"Mr. Malfoy, your father has arrived." Her eyes darted back and forth between the two. She held the door open for them.
Harry yanked his fingernails from the wood and grasped Draco's hand comfortingly and fearfully as they descended the stairs together, Professor McGonagall two steps behind them. As the trio neared the front of the school, a blustery breeze whipped past them. Draco shivered, used his free hand to wrap his green and silver scarf tight around his neck, and walked onward, sneaking glances at his love steadily striding along beside him.
Lucius Malfoy stood with his cane just outside the school's walls, His long silver hair heavy with gel yet still blowing slightly in the wind. He cleared his throat and tapped the cold ground with his cane, contemplating how to approach his son with the news. Should he be harsh as usual or actually show pride at the fact his son has been chosen so early for this wonderful honor. He caught sight of his son approaching, the Professor on his tail, but he was holding hands with a familiar auburn child. Lucius sneered at the approaching couple.
"Lucius?" Draco spoke coldly and briskly. His face appeared like stone but his hand was telling something else as it perspired making his hand slip in Harry's as he squeezed it.
"You may address me as Father today, son." Lucius couldn't help but scowl more at the Boy-Who-Lived at his son's side, their hands joined proficiently. "Please, join me away from your company for a moment." It was not a request, but a statement. He turned his back and began to walk a distance from the others, knowing that Draco would follow.
"I'll be just a minute, love." Draco slipped his moist hand from Harry's and leaned forward to place a quick kiss on Harry's chapped lips. He didn't wait for Harry's response, and progressively made his to his father's side, leaving four feet in between them.
The elder Malfoy looked over his son and noticed the bulge of the boy's stomach. "Narcissa was correct. You are pregnant with that boy's child."
Draco swallowed hard and cleared his dry throat. "Yes, sir."
"Wonderful," Lucius exclaimed, a wicked grin crossing his face. "That child will be a wonderful asset to us when it matures."
The younger Malfoy could only place a hand over his stomach and glare at his father questioningly. "Why?"
"Why Draco, this child will be stronger than you or Mr. Potter. The Dark Lord needs this power you are carrying. Imagine what it could for us!"
Draco glared evilly and backed away from his father slowly and as politely as possible. "This child is mine."
"Of course, and you are a Malfoy!" Lucius stepped forward.
"That doesn't matter!" Draco hollered at his father. He caught a glimpse of Harry being restrained by Professor McGonagall, her strong bony fingers holding tightly onto his shoulders.
"The Dark Lord needs it!" Lucius stepped forward again, nearing Draco who had stopped dead in his tracks, tears hiding behind his frustrated grey eyes.
"It is mine and Harry's alone," he screamed. The wind snatched it away, Harry unable to hear it, but his father did.
Mr. Malfoy released his cane and rapidly removed the glove from his right hand. He took no leisure in contemplating his action. The palm of right hand met roughly against his son's cheek, leaving a burning red mark for the world to see. "I'm surprised you haven't lost that child by now." Hastily, he put his glove back on and signaled his driver. He glared down at his son, uninvited drops of water drifting down his candy cane cheek. He pulled a dirty tissue from his jacket pocket and allowed it to drift to the ground. He marched away, angry at his son, and hopped into his carriage to be taken home.
Draco collapsed to the ground and raised a timid hand to his cheek. "I almost did, father," he mumbled in his chest. Seconds later, Harry was cradling his frame as the wind blew on around them.
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