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The truth always surfaces	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11489 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Author's note: My exams aren't going well, but I'm sure you're not interested in that ^^;

Thanks to -Naoki-Namikaze- for reviewing!

This chapter is the calm before the storm. This Friday you'll get two chapters in one update and then we're caught up to fanfiction.

I hope you'll like this chapter. Here Harry finally discovers who the father of his baby is. Also the explanation of the birth will happen here too.

Chapter 12

7th of October

As Harry held the new stack of scans of his daughter, the door of the Infirmary flew open and slammed against the wall. The four occupants almost jumped three feet in the air and watched wide eyed how an irate Snape strode over to the bed Harry was occupying for the moment.

"You have some nerve, staying away for so long while there is a potion only half finished and in a volatile state." He snarled, his dark eyes glittering with fury. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't send you packing and hex some sense into you."

Draco had the grace to look ashamed. "I'm terribly sorry, uncle. It wasn't my intention to stay away for so long. I lost track of time."

Snape opened his mouth, probably to deliver another good tongue lashing, but was interrupted by Harry, who sat up straight in bed now. "It was my fault, sir. I kept Draco here longer than I should have." He said with a neutral face, but his eyes flashed in defiance.

"Harry." Remus spoke in a low, warning voice. It wouldn't do to agitate Snape in Harry's state. The last he needed now was more stress piling up.

Snape's attention shifted from his infuriating godson to the spawn of his bane of existence.

"Unless you forcefully restraint that impudent child, I don't see what kind of value that pitiful excuse had." He sneered. "No excuse is valid enough to explain a not attended potion in the second stage of brewing. I'm aware of your pitiful knowledge of Potions, Potter, but even you should understand how grave this error could be."

"I know you are not a father, Severus," Pomfrey cut in before Harry could launch himself in a heated argument. "But even you should understand that Mister Potter wanted Mister Malfoy with him during his check-up." She huffed. Honestly, if that man was so adamant on creating an argument, she would personally throw him out of what she considered her domain. No one was allowed to stress her patient, even if that person was a famous and sought out Potions Master.

"Check-up?" Snape murmured and his eyes focused on Harry's bulging stomach that could no longer be hidden by his clothes. As soon as he realized the implication, he grew paler than he already was and sunk down on a bed next to Harry's. "Oh Merlin, this has to be some kind of nightmare." He muttered and his mouth grew in a tight line. "The Potter line is being continued, this can't be true."

Harry narrowed his eyes in anger and crossed his arms on top of his stomach, silently wondering if he would get away with hexing Snape; Draco was torn between chuckling at his godfather's despair and defending his unborn daughter; Pomfrey glared at the Head of Slytherin and Remus was the one smirking now.

"You won't get rid of the Potters, Snape. Not in this life or the afterlife."

That remark had him jumping out of the reach of a Blasting curse.

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Half an hour later, after Pomfrey was done threatening and lecturing them about firing spells in a hospital wing ("And you call yourself adults? Start acting like adults then before I have to straight you out!") the small group said their goodbye's and went on their separate ways. Draco and Snape went back to the dungeons and Harry and Remus Floo'd back to their home.

"What do you think will happen now with the bookstore … incident?" Harry asked with a resigned look on his face. He nodded thankfully when Remus handed him a cup of tea. They both sat down on the couch, Harry curling up in the corner, his legs crossed.

Remus sighed and took a sip of his tea. "I don't know, Harry. The people in the shop saw everything so I'm afraid the press will find out soon too." He grimaced.

"I was afraid you would say that." Harry murmured and ranked a hand through his hair, messing it up further. "This was not the way I wanted the public to know about my baby. I had hoped I could have informed them at my own pace."

"I'm sorry, cub." Remus sighed and patted his knee.

"Nothing you could do about it." Harry smiled weakly. He twitched a bit when he felt something sliding over his back, but relaxed when he felt the familiar weight of Akeyra settling in his neck.

"You seem distressed." Akeyra remarked casually. "Is there something wrong with your young?"

"No, my young is fine." Harry replied, his hand coming up to stroke Akeyra's smooth head. "It's just that the public now knows about it and I would have preferred it to keep them in the dark for a bit longer."

"Do you want me to punish the ones who leaked the news?" The snake offered dryly.

Harry chuckled and ignored Remus' curious eyes. "No, they are not worth your time. I'll figure something out."

"The offer still stands if you decide otherwise." Akeyra replied and slid down his chest, wrapping his long body (he had grown a lot since Harry had gotten him) around his stomach.

"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind." Harry smiled.

"What was Akeyra saying?" Remus asked curiously.

"He offered to punish the ones who'll leak the information." Harry replied.

"What a nice offer." Remus remarked dryly. "Let's talk about something else for now until we'll know if the public will react or not."

Harry shrugged. "What do you want to talk about?"

"What about the baby room for my niece?" Remus smiled. "We still have some time, but it wouldn't hurt to think about the decoration already."

"I was kind of hoping you would know what to buy, because I don't know what a nursery needs, except for a bed and a closet." Harry admitted, feeling embarrassed.

The older man twitched a bit at the hidden reminder that his cub hadn't had the childhood he deserved, but he controlled himself. He and Sirius had already blown up once after they had heard the full version of Harry's childhood and even though they both had restrictions, they had managed to get their revenge on the Dursleys. Harry hadn't known about the revenge, but he had pleaded with them to let it go, stating he would rather not think of them ever again and that he was happy now. With great reluctance the last remaining Marauders had agreed to drop the subject and they hadn't brought it up after that request. That didn't mean they had forgotten about Harry's treatment by the Dursleys, but there was nothing else they could do about it, save for savouring the small feeling of success and the sweetness of revenge after they had paid that wretched family a visit.

Remus chuckled and stood up, walking over to a small closet with carved out pixies decorating the wood, charmed to dance. He opened one of the four drawers and started to rummage through it. "Don't worry, Sirius and I know how a nursery looks like, but we have magazines with all kinds of stuff needed for a baby just in case. We can look through these and you can decide what you want to buy." He came back to the couch with four thick magazines, the covers featuring moving new-borns and laughing toddlers. Titles like 'The absolute baby necessities' and 'What a new mother needs to have' decorated the covers.

"When did you buy these?" Harry asked surprised as he opened the first magazine. A page filled with cribs showed a woman demonstrating what kind of spells each crib needed. Of course these pictures were moving too.

"I didn't." Remus replied calmly. "Sirius did after you told us you will keep the baby. He's excited to meet his grand godchild." He smiled.

"Huh." Was Harry's intelligent response.

Soon they were engrossed in studying the magazines and they had the pleasure of seeing Sirius faint when he heard Harry was expecting a girl. Apparently that had been the same reaction when he had heard Lily was expecting a boy.

Harry went to sleep that night with a feeling he wouldn't like what the next day brought, but he forced himself to relax. He would deal with whatever happened tomorrow. He had defeated Voldemort – if he could do that, he could deal with the public now too. After all, nothing was worse than Voldemort, right?

8th of October

Even with the mental pep talk he had given himself when he woke up, Harry felt like he had been stabbed when he read the Prophet the next morning. Sirius and Remus had at first refused to show him the article about him, not wanting to stress him out, but after Harry had mentioned he could just go out and buy another one, they had surrendered. It was better he read it at home, where they could keep an eye on him in case something happened, than letting him go without supervision.

After reading the article, Harry wished he had listened to their warnings.

Apparently there had been a photographer hiding herself in the shop, because the paper had a large photo of Harry plastered on the front page. It showed Harry and Remus standing next to each other with shocked faces while Molly fired the spell that revealed his pregnancy. The scene was repeated over and over again.

The title was printed in large bold letters: 'Harry Potter: our hero in reality a slut?'

"The whole public already knew of the Boy-Who-Lived's real sexual preferences for a while now. Our staff got thousands of letters; some stating they were disgusted by his preferences, but most of them were supportive of our Hero's private life. This newspaper was the first to publish the news of Potter's relationship with the Ravenclaw student Marc Liander.

It looked like Potter would still get his happy ending – albeit with a man instead of a woman like many hoped – and we all wished him that as a reward for saving our World from You-Know-Who. But yesterday's revelations show a sudden new side of Harry Potter, a side he kept hidden from everyone for Merlin only knows how long. A dark side nobody had ever expected of him.

Dear readers, this newspaper is the first one to discover this dark side. As shown in the picture above, Harry Potter is expecting a child. The news was revealed by a spell, fired by Molly Weasley, who was clearly arguing with Potter, with whom she and other family members had a fall out (for more information about this fall out, please turn to page four).

This fact alone is not bad per say – everyone agreed Potter is a family man and would want children quickly.

What makes his pregnancy so scandalous – aside from the fact he is still very young – is that this child is not from his boyfriend M. Liander. Yes, you read this right: our beloved hero cheated on his own boyfriend and got pregnant from his tryst. M. Liander himself confirmed this. He and Potter broke up in July after Potter had told him the news of his pregnancy.

"I know I can't be the father, because we never had sex." M. stated, after we contacted him for an interview. The reporter finds him brave for agreeing to this interview, because it's clear he is still in pain from the break-up. "He claimed he was drugged and raped, but who would be able to do that? We all know Potter is one of the most powerful wizards now, yet he claims someone was able to attack him. Sadly for him, I'm not stupid. It's not my fault he was so stupid to screw up. I really loved him, but I'm not planning on staying with a cheating slut and taking care of someone else's child."

Who is the father? Only Potter knows – unless he slept with several men. We took the picture to a Healer and asked how far our fallen hero is already.

"Taking into account the size of his stomach, I'd say he's around five, six months along now." We received the answer from a Healer who wished to remain anonymous.

This would mean Potter was already pregnant when he graduated from Hogwarts.

So who is the father of Potter's child? This is a question everyone wants to get an answer to. An anonymous source suggests that Draco Malfoy is the father. He and Potter have been best friends for a few years now and Mister Potter has been spotted wearing an old Malfoy heirloom: a locket made by goblins in the fifteenth century. We tried to contact Mister Malfoy but he refused to comment. Should we consider this as a confession?

This paper will get to the bottom of this and you all can be sure to get answers!

For information about the 'friendship' between Malfoy and Potter, please turn to page three."

Harry sank down on a kitchen chair and stared horrified at the paper. He had foolishly hoped the paper wouldn't publish a lot about him, but of course he should have known better. The Prophet had always been fickle about their opinion of him. It had called him a dark wizard and an upcoming Dark Lord before, he shouldn't be surprised they were calling him a slut now.

"Harry?" Sirius said softly and kneeled down next to him, putting his hand on Harry's small shoulder.

"What did I ever do to them?" Harry asked in a small voice and tears were soon filling his yes, making his vision waver.

"The paper consists of nothing but a lying group of assholes with no moral values whatsoever who only think about money." Sirius took him in his arms and started to rock him softly. "Just try to ignore them. They are not worth your time."

That was easier said than done. He was portrayed as a cheating slut and soon the public would be against him again, like all those other times the newspaper had been badmouthing him. The worst thing was that Draco was dragged into this. Now the public wouldn't leave him alone either. What if Draco decided he wasn't worth the trouble anymore and decided to break up with him?

He didn't want to lose him! Where would he find someone else who would be interested in him as a person and not in his fame? Draco was one of the few who wanted him for who he was and not for what he was. What was he going to do if he lost him?

"Harry, calm down! It's not good for you or the baby if you get upset!" Remus' urgent voice suddenly sounded and he blinked, realizing he was nearly hyperventilating. His daughter was moving and kicking frantically, as if she felt his distress. He tried to take a deep breath, but his breathing only sped up further.

"This is not working. I'm going to …"

He vaguely heard one of his guardians saying something and the next moment he felt something pressing against his lips and a smooth liquid slipped into his throat.

The last thing he saw before he lost consciousness were the worried faces of Sirius and Remus.

Hogwarts

When Draco made his way to the dungeon room where he spent his time, studying potions and creating new ones, he could feel the burning stare of the students he passed by and heard the whispers about him and Harry. He clenched his jaw and his hand flexed around his wand, trying to quell the urge to curse those naïve idiots.

His godfather looked up calmly when he closed the door behind him. Severus folded the paper and placed it on his desk, the picture of Harry lying on top.

"I take it you have read the paper?" He asked casually when he noticed Draco's furious face.

Draco nodded tersely, his hands clenched into fists.

"It doesn't look good for Potter now." Severus continued and gestured to the blond to sit down in front of him.

"Do you believe the paper?" Draco asked stiffly and his whole body stayed tense when he took a seat.

"I have never cared about what they wrote about Potter." Severus replied calmly. "I do wonder though, if there isn't a slice of truth in the article now."

"Harry's not a slut!" Draco hissed and glared. Godfather or not, Severus would regret it if he insulted Harry.

"Of course he is not. He is too Gryffindor like to just cheat on his partner. And although his intelligence can be questioned, even he is not retarded to take a pregnancy potion and sleep with someone without having slept with Liander first." Severus curled up his lip in a sneer.

Grey eyes narrowed in suspicion. "If you don't believe that, what are you talking about then?"

"I'm talking about their suspicion that you are the father of that child." Black eyes narrowed in response.

"I never slept with Harry." Draco replied calmly, though inwardly he could feel panic bubbling up. His godfather had always been able to read him like an open book. If he discovered the truth, the consequences would be dire. He couldn't risk exposure of his secret. He would have to lie through his teeth, using his father's lessons. In the worst case scenario, he would have to Obliviate his godfather. He really didn't want to do that, but he didn't want to give up Harry and his daughter either.

"No? Is there nothing you wish to tell me?" Severus raised a thin eyebrow and clasped his hands together.

"No, nothing at all, sorry." Draco shrugged, looking calmly back.

"Hm. Then I really admire you for wanting to take care of a child who is not yours." Severus replied, a hint of sarcasm showing through his voice.

Draco didn't deem that worthy of a reply and just kept quiet.

After a long moment of staring, Severus finally looked away and took a pile of parchment which, Draco assumed, contained the essays of the fifth years.

"Today there is no lesson planned."

"Why?" Draco asked dumbfounded.

"Potions requires a clear mind, which at the moment you obviously lack. I have no desire to meet a blown up room, just because you can't concentrate properly." Severus answered stiffly. "Now get out of my sight."

"Uncle, thank you." Draco smiled gratefully and immediately left the room, leaving behind a sighing godfather.

Eagerly, Draco found the nearest fireplace and hastily threw some Floo powder in it and was whisked away by the green flames as soon as he had said his destination out loud.

"Hello?" He called out in the living room as familiar as his own.

Lupin appeared, looking slightly ruffled. "Draco? Aren't you supposed to be with Snape now?" He asked surprised.

"He gave me the day off." Draco replied, straining his ears to catch any sound that would reveal Harry's presence. "Where is Harry? Still sleeping?"

Lupin sighed and a tired look appeared in his eyes. "He's in his room. We had to give him a Somnia draught because he became too upset. He's fine now." He added when Draco's eyes widened.

"Can I see him?"

"I suppose so. If you're with him, I can leave him to you. Otherwise I would have to call in sick. He shouldn't be left alone now."

Draco paused at the beginning of the staircase. "Where's Black?"

"He's gone to the Ministry, hoping to find a way to ban the press from posting more articles." Lupin replied and grabbed his old bag. "Thanks for staying with Harry."

Draco nodded. "Go on, I'll keep an eye on him."

Lupin gave him a grateful smile and then disappeared through the Floo.

Slowly, Draco walked up the stairs and opened the door to Harry's bedroom softly. The only light source in the otherwise dark room, was a small ball of magical white light, often used by parents as a night lamp for their children. The ball illuminated Harry's face, showing the frown marring his forehead.

Silently Draco toed his shoes off and climbed in the bed next to Harry. He slid under the warm sheets and carefully encircled Harry's waist, bringing him close to his body. He turned to lay on his side and one of his hands started to caress Harry's rounded stomach, marvelling at the soft kicks his daughter gave back.

"Hn." Harry groaned softly and slowly forest green eyes opened, catching the light and they softly sparkled. He blinked sleepily and then seemed to realize someone was holding him. "Draco?" He murmured confused.

"Yeah, I'm here. Sev gave me the day off and I wanted to spend that time with you." Draco smiled softly.

Their mouths met in a slow kiss; first it was only a slight rubbing of soft lips against each other, until one of them opened his mouth and their tongues met. Their tongues curled around each other, their teeth softly nipping the other one's mouth. A sigh escaped Harry's mouth and Draco pressed harder against him, forcing the pregnant boy to recline further in his bed. Harry's arms shot out and circled around Draco's neck, pulling him closer.

Draco made a humming sound in the back of his throat and released Harry's lips, allowing the younger wizard the necessity of breathing again. He slowly shifted downwards, his lips trailing a path of soft, feathery kisses until he reached the delectable smooth skin of Harry's neck.

Harry whimpered softly when lips started to suck softly on a spot right underneath his right ear and he bared his neck more, feeling Draco's smirk against his skin. The blond pulled back and after admiring the red purple bruise adorning Harry's neck, he shifted downwards until he met Harry's rounded stomach. Slowly, not breaking eye contact with Harry, whose breathing had started to quicken, his hands slid the dark blue sweater over his stomach, until it was bare. He placed both his hands on each side of the bulging stomach and dropped a soft kiss on top of the belly.

"Good morning, my little angel." He murmured and heard Harry's startled gasp. "I hope you haven't been keeping your daddy from his needed sleep."

A light push against his left hand was his answer.

A few tears had escaped Harry's eyes before they were kissed away by the blond, who had risen up again.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked bewildered and laid down again, pulling Harry back in his arms.

"I – I thought you wou-would have given up on me after that article." Harry replied in a chocked voice.

"Why on earth would I give up on you? I have wanted you for so long … there is nothing that would make me break up with you." He stroked the unruly black hair back. "I don't care about the public's opinion. They can go fuck themselves for all I care."

Harry smiled weakly and snuggled deeper into Draco's embrace. He laid his head on Draco's chest and started to caress Draco's stomach, underneath his button up shirt.

"I'm glad you're here." He murmured.

Draco smiled and his hand was splayed across Harry's stomach, not wanting to miss any kick or push their daughter would give. "I'm glad I'm here too."

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After finally having convinced (aka threatened sufficiently) the Ministry to forbid the press from printing more articles; Sirius returned back home satisfied. Thinking it was a good idea to check on his godson, he made his way upstairs. Instead of meeting a sleeping Harry, he was met – to his shock – by two boys sleeping in each other's arms. His face turned a furious red and he readied himself to blow up until he suddenly deflated with a sigh. "Ah fuck it." He murmured and closed the door, striding to his own room.

One grey eye opened when the door closed before it slid shut again, the owner of the eye smirking before sleep really took him away.

20th of November

After Sirius had gone to the Ministry to file a complaint against the Prophet (the accusation being harassment and slander), the newspaper was forbidden from publishing any article about Harry without his explicit consent. And they had to pay a heavy fine as an apology for the article.

Harry didn't care for the fine, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't happy with their ban of posting articles about him without his consent. It made his life easier too.

However, what he was doing now, wasn't something he considered to be easy. Having finally outgrown even Dudley's largest shirts with his growing belly, Draco had announced he would take his boyfriend out for shopping to get him decent pregnancy clothes.

Harry had protested, not keen on the idea of being stared at during the shopping spree, but in the end Draco had won of course.

So here they were now, browsing through a whole selection of shirts and sweaters in all the possible colours. Well, it was more like Draco was searching for a suitable sweater, while Harry stood to the side, his arms crossed awkwardly on top of his belly, a pout adorning his face.

"Are you almost done?" Harry was loathe to admit he was on the verge of whining.

Grey eyes rolled exasperatedly. "It wouldn't take so long if you helped me instead of just standing there." Draco hinted.

Harry huffed and looked away. "I don't like shopping." He muttered petulantly.

"You don't say." Draco deadpanned. "It wouldn't kill you to take a look at his shirts. Unless you prefer to walk around naked. If it wasn't for the fact that everybody would be able to look at your body, instead of only me, I would encourage that thought."

Harry glared at him, but started to browse through some pants that had spells on them to grow with his belly.

"You're having way too much fun with this." He muttered darkly.

Draco smirked. "Be glad it's only me now. If mother had decided to take your whiney ass out for shopping, you would have cried for mercy after the first hour."

Harry gave him a heavy scowl. "I don't have a whiney ass, bastard."

"No you don't." Draco agreed and grabbed the back of Harry's neck to draw him in for a kiss. "You have a perfect ass." He winked.

Harry huffed and smacked his arm, but didn't protest when Draco bought him ten sweaters and shirts and ten pants, finally realizing resistance was futile.

Harry had finally convinced Draco to halt their shopping to eat something, when they bumped into someone Harry had rather wanted to avoid. In the middle of the street, staring at them haughtily and furiously at the same time, stood Marc Liander.

"Look who we have here." Marc shifted his icy glance from Harry, who had a feeling of dread in his stomach, to Draco who glared back. Then he focused his eyes on Harry's protruding stomach, a sneer appearing on his face when Harry placed a hand on it and tried to hide it by pulling his coat tighter around him. His sneer grew when Draco's arm came to rest around Harry's shoulders, pulling him closer to him.

"I see you managed to find someone who's foolish enough to want you like this." Marc nodded to this stomach. "Can't believe you haven't gotten rid of it. And here I thought you were smart."

Before Harry could even open his mouth to retort back, Draco replied with a sneer, "Isn't that the same thing people said to your mother eighteen years ago?"

Marc became red in his face and his hands were clenched to fists, the knuckles turning white.

Draco seemed to think of something which brought a smirk to his face. "Which reminds me, which number is the man you have to call father, now? The fifteenth?" He whistled lowly and Harry stared at him speechlessly, not sure what was going on now. "Your mother is even worse than Zabini's mother and that's saying something."

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Marc screamed outraged and raised his wand.

Harry's hand had already grabbed his wand to defend him and Draco, when a dark tanned hand suddenly grabbed Marc's raised hand and gripped it tightly until a dry 'crack' sounded and Marc's face scrunched up ugly in pain. When he fell to the ground, cradling his broken wrist, a dry voice said, "It's very rude, not to mention cowardly, to attack a pregnant person. Have you no shame at all?"

"How can you expect him to have that," A second female voice piped up, "when his mother goes through men like one changes underwear?"

"You won't get away with this!" Marc hissed when he stumbled passed Harry, clutching his hand to his chest.

Harry let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding in and stared at the two newcomers.

Blaise Zabini watched them with a smirk and Pansy Parkinson shook her head.

"By the way, Draco, I would appreciate it if you stopped using my mother as example to insult someone." Blaise remarked dryly.

"Truth hurts, Blaise." Draco smiled cheekily.

Pansy rolled her eyes. "Behave you two." She nodded to Harry in greeting. "Long time no see, Potter."

"Likewise, Parkinson. I didn't expect to see you here." Harry smiled.

After becoming friends with Draco, he, Zabini and Parkinson had agreed to bury their grudges and he kind of became friends with them.

"I could say the same of you." Pansy answered amused. "Did Draco threaten you or something?"

"Something like that." Harry muttered darkly and his shoulder got squeezed in response.

"Thanks for helping us." Draco said sighing.

"No problem. You sure know how to pick them, Potter." Blaise replied, shaking his head.

Harry grimaced. "When I met him, he wasn't such an asshole."

"Let's go eat something; are you joining us?" Draco asked in an attempt to change the topic. He wasn't in the mood to talk about that bastard.

"Why not? We were on our way to eat lunch anyway." Blaise shrugged.

"So, Potter, how's the baby?" Pansy asked after they had found seats in the back of a small restaurant that during lunch served tasty sandwiches.

"Good, no problems." Harry smiled and took off his jacket, scarf and mittens, placing them next to him on the cushioned bank.

Draco was sitting next to him and Pansy sat across of him.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" She asked, starting to feel excited. She had always loved children since she was little and couldn't wait to start her own family. If only her boyfriend would get the hint and ask her hand in marriage …

"It's a girl." Harry replied and his smile widened.

"Oh, a girl! How cute!" She softly squealed and her light brown eyes started to gleam in excitement.

"Oh Merlin. She's going to start again." Blaise groaned and got his arm wacked for that reaction.

"Shut up." Pansy huffed and scowled at him. "A baby girl is so cute! And with parents like hers, she's going to be even cuter."

Draco and Blaise chuckled while Harry sat there dumbfounded, not knowing how to react to that.

"Is she moving now?" She asked and looked hopeful.

"Euhm, she's moving a bit now." Harry replied and before he could blink twice, the ex Slytherin girl was kneeling next to him, her hands slightly pressing on his stomach.

A big grin appeared on her face when she felt a soft nudge against her thumb.

"What is it with girls and their obsession with feeling babies kick?" Blaise raised an eyebrow in exasperation.

Draco shrugged. "Heck if I know. Although it is nice to feel her moving; makes it all more real." He smiled.

Blaise stared at him. "Merlin, you're whipped." He blurted out in astonishment and then hissed, when a harsh kick left his right ankle throbbing furiously.

They continued their small chatter and Pansy told them eagerly what they would need to buy for the nursery. Draco decided he and Harry would look through magazines later because he had lost the girl after she mentioned the crib; that fast she was talking.

At one point, after Harry returned from his bathroom trip because his daughter had decided to give a few swift kicks to his bladder (he hoped walking would lull the baby to sleep), the Slytherin trio had been whispering furiously to each other, but they broke up when they saw him approaching. They refused to tell him anything and in the end he had to give up, realizing they would never tell him about their conversation.

After two hours, they said their goodbye's and each duo continued their own way. Draco brought Harry home when it became clear he got tired (and like he hoped the baby was lulled to sleep by his walking) and stayed with him until he got kicked out by an annoyed godfather.

Three days later in the evening when Harry was lounging on Draco's bed, reading through magazines and making a list of furniture he wanted to have in the nursery, a letter was brought by a brown eagle and a vicious smirk appeared on Draco's face after he finished reading it.

"What's in it?" Harry asked curiously and sat up, the magazines momentarily forgotten.

"Hm? Nothing special. Blaise just told me about an embarrassing moment he had with Pansy's parents." Draco mumbled and put the letter away.

Green eyes narrowed in distrust and he got the feeling the blond wasn't telling the truth.

Before he could voice his suspicion, Draco distracted him with a question about a crib he was considering buying.

By the time he went home, he had completely forgotten about the mysterious letter.

He would never know that Molly Weasley was trialled privately for slander and harassment (for which she received a year in Azkaban – courtesy of members who were in debt by the Zabini family); Ron and Ginny wouldn't be able to finish their Auror training, nor begin any other job in the Ministry (courtesy of the Malfoy influence that was still strong in the Ministry) or that Marc's family would be declared bankrupt and were forced to move to the European continent to start a new business.

To make sure Harry would never discover what had happened, the Parkinsons made sure no newspaper got wind of the facts and that every form of communication the Weasleys or Lianders attempted to reach Harry, were blocked.

After getting rid of the pesky nuisances (like Pansy referred to them) the weeks flew by without anything noticeable happening, save for Harry's ever growing stomach.

A week before the Christmas holidays, on the 20th of December, Harry could be found in Pomfrey's office together with Sirius. Remus couldn't be there because he had class and Draco was working on a potion. Snape had threatened with poisoning him to make sure he stayed put this time. Draco would have called his bluff, except he knew Snape would dare to do that. He wasn't a man of idle threats.

After getting a check-up, Pomfrey had made them sit in her office while she searched for something.

"You know, not even when Lily was pregnant, I could never make out the baby on the scans." Sirius squinted and hold the scan at another angle. "All I see is a blob. No offends, pup."

Harry chuckled and looked at another copy of the scan. "I think I can see her if I look long enough."

"I wonder how Pomfrey manages to make out the baby." Sirius muttered, angling his head to the other side.

"I use my eyes, Black. That's all you need to have." Pomfrey entered her office with a book and two vials. She placed them down at her desk, that was filled with files, parchment, ink and pens and sat down on her chair.

"Alright, what I'm going to tell you now, is very important so listen well." She ordered and threw a warning glare at Sirius when the man opened his mouth. Wisely Sirius decided it was better to keep his mouth shut now. "After having checked the progress of your baby, I estimate that the birth is going to happen around the 17th of February. Now there are a few things you need to know about the way the birth will occur."

Harry shifted nervously and swallowed. He had been wondering about the birth for a while now, wondering how his baby would get out. That was something Snape had refused to tell them, stating it wasn't his job.

"Now, a week before your due date, you'll have to take this potion." Pomfrey showed him a little purple vial, the liquid in it sloshing gently. "This will make you nauseous for two or three days, because the potion will soften up your inner muscles and create a lager opening between the birth channel and the womb."

"Euhm, what birth channel?" Harry asked, feeling uncomfortable, not knowing if he would like the answer.

She stared at him exasperatedly. "The inner muscles of your anal channel of course. Where else would the baby get out?"

Harry and Sirius promptly turned a fiery red and didn't know where to look from embarrassment.

He couldn't believe his baby would be born like that.

"Now." She continued and showed the other vial where in a slightly thicker fluid was contained. "This one you'll have to take the moment your contractions start; it will make sure the birth will continue without problems. Births with men as the carrier don't last long as female one's, due to this potion which will quicken the progress but you should count at least three hours that you'll be in the progress of giving birth."

"Three hours?" Harry squeaked and he felt himself pale. Would he be able to handle that?

Pomfrey's face softened a bit. "I won't lie and say it'll be easy; giving birth is never easy. But just try to stay as relaxed as possible and let your body guide you. Your body knows what it has to do, even if it's normally not made for this."

Harry trembled a bit, but nodded. Hopefully it wouldn't be too bad and the birth would progress swiftly.

"Are there any questions?"

"Yes." Sirius cleared his throat, still feeling horrified at the information they had been given. He could have lived without the mental image. "When the contractions start, should we come here?"

"That would have been preferable, but sadly that's not possible." Pomfrey answered. "Apparating is already impossible, because the risk of splinching the baby is too big; flying would obviously take too much time; a Portkey would have the same effect as Apparating and Flooing would actually create problems, like stopping the baby from going downwards due to the pressure of the Floo. Those travel methods will only harm Potter and his child. Just warn me with a Floo call and I'll come to you to help you."

"Alright." Sirius nodded, taking in all the information.

"You say Flooing would harm the baby – but I've been Flooing here every time." Harry spoke up confused. "Did I harm the baby?" He bit his lip and clenched his fists.

Pomfrey shook her head. "No, don't worry. Until the birth occurs, your magic acts like a shield around the baby, making sure that other magic can't interfere with it. But the moment your contractions start, your magic releases slowly its hold on your baby, making it vulnerable for other magic. That's why you have to stay at home once your contractions start."

Harry nodded slowly, feeling relieved and assured that his baby was alright.

"Now, if there aren't any other questions, I think it's time for you to return home." Pomfrey stood up and handed Harry the book. "This books explains everything in more detail, so you can read it at your own pace. I can't give you the potions yet, because they have a short expire date, but I'll give them to you a week before your due date."

They both thanked her and returned home, Harry clutching the book to his chest.

XXXXXXXXXX

"I think I've found her head." Draco announced that evening.

After dinner, Draco had found time to visit Harry and it was only because Remus had glared at Sirius, a threat hidden in his eyes, that Draco had been allowed to follow Harry upstairs to his room and lie on his bed without fearing castration.

He was lying against the mountain of pillows Harry had collected over the months, studying the new scans with Harry lying on his lap, the book resting against his propped up legs (well more against his stomach).

"Really?" Harry smiled amused and turned his head to look at the scan. Draco was pointing at one of the light grey spots that was softly moving in the scan. Like wizard photos, scans showed the movement of the baby at the moment the scan was taken.

"You really should have asked Pomfrey to draw a circle around the baby. It would save us the time of searching every time." Draco drawled.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Well sorry I forgot about that after hearing how the baby will be born." He huffed, still feeling queasy when he remembered the whole conversation.

"You'll be fine." Draco clucked his tongue and smirked. "If you can defeat a Dark Lord, you can put a baby on the world too."

"Killing a madman and pushing something out of my body is not the same thing." Harry snorted.

Draco chuckled and placed his hand on Harry's bulging stomach. "I'm sure you'll do fine. Either way, I want to be there with you when you'll be giving birth."

"Is that so? What if Snape doesn't want you to let you go?" Harry asked and looked up to grey glittering eyes.

"I'll figure something out." Draco promised. "I want to be there when our daughter is born." He smiled.

Harry smiled back and reached up to kiss those tempting lips. Draco tangled his fingers in the soft black hair and eagerly kissed back, feeling a hand clasping around his neck, pulling him closer.

They drew back after a while, lips bruised, cheeks flushed and gasping for air.

"Don't make Snape angry for my sake." Harry muttered, his eyes half lidded, his breathing slowly stabilizing again.

"How many times do I have to say it before you get it through your stubborn head? You're the most important to me." Draco whispered and his lips touched Harry's forehead for a moment before he drew back, immensely pleased with the flush on Harry's face that was spreading out to his neck.

Their daughter gave a lazy kick, making the skin ripple a bit and making Harry wince a bit in response. The baby was getting more and more active with each day that passed and he was often woken up in the night due to his baby's energetic movements.

"The baby?" Draco questioned when he felt Harry's wince.

He nodded and grimaced. "I think she just woke up."

"Well, we can't have her beating your intestines up." Draco smirked and slid down the bed to talk to the baby. "You really should stop hurting your daddy so much. Otherwise you'll be grounded already when you finally get out." One hand was slowly rubbing soothing circles on Harry's belly and he felt something softly pushing back.

"I think she likes hearing you talk." Harry murmured with a soft smile. "She always calms down when you talk to her."

"Aw, already papa's little girl, huh?" Draco chuckled and was rewarded with another push.

While Draco continued his talk with his unborn daughter, Harry laid there, watching his blond boyfriend with a tender smile on his face. He wondered how he had gotten so lucky to have Draco as his boyfriend. He wouldn't want to trade his new little family for anything in the world.

"Don't you think he will be scared off if I give this to him now?" An anxious male voice asked his companion showing her something in the display.

"Of course not. Why would he? If he has problems accepting the term, you can just make it as a proof of a promise." The young woman replied and softly awed when she noticed the particular object. "Oh Merlin, this is perfect for him!"

"You think?" He asked uncertainly, looking back at the display again.

"I'm sure about it. That will definitely suit him. Even the colours are right. A colour for you, a colour for him and even one for the baby." She giggled.

"I hadn't thought of that." He admitted. "That's a nice extra."

"I'd say buy it and go for it. If you don't, you're only going to regret it later."

"We're still young, darling, it's not like there's any rush." He drawled.

"Doesn't matter. I still think Christmas will be the perfect moment for it. God, I wish my boyfriend was that romantic." She complained and huffed.

He smirked. "They can't be all perfect like me."

"Oh do shut up." She laughed.

Soft eyes looked back at the desired object and a tender smile appeared on his face. He couldn't wait to hear his response to it – which would hopefully be a positive one.

"Excuse me, I would like to buy this one."

Christmas day arrived with the familiar hectic and rushed preparations. The Christmas party this year was held at Sirius and Remus' place. Draco came with his mother and they were joined by Luna and the Weasley twins who also brought with them the gifts of Charlie and Bill.

Delicious food was enjoyed, laughter rang through the house and gifts were exchanged. Besides gifts for the nursery, Harry also received personal gifts like books about defence from Remus, a box with newly invented pranks from the twins and a stone that would protect him from harm, courtesy of the dreamy Luna who was fascinated by Harry's belly.

He had felt intense grey eyes on him the entire night and when he met those eyes, he had felt sparks between them, making his skin prickling and his blood roaring through his veins with a feeling of anticipation. A blush was plastered on his face the entire evening and his body was thrumming with excitement.

Earlier in the evening, Draco had given him a beautiful white crib with a small green dragon doll, but something told him that was not all he would get.

He himself had given Draco a small locket that contained a picture of the both of them hugging each other, put in the left half with the right half empty, waiting for a picture of their daughter. It had seemed the perfect gift for the blond and he had obviously enjoyed the gift.

"Meet me in your room." A whisper tickled his ear and made him shiver. A fleeting caress was giving to his back before he heard footsteps walk away from him.

Taking a deep breath, he casted on quick glance at his godfather who was conversing animatedly with George and Fred. Luna was studying a sleeping Akeyra who had hid himself behind the couch in a corner and Remus was talking with Narcissa.

Reassured that his disappearance wouldn't be noticed immediately, he excited the living room, buzzing with conversation and laughter.

He walked up the stairs slowly and with each step he took, he felt his heartbeat quickening, his muscles trembling with anticipation.

The curtains were drawn in his room, but candles lit up the dark room, the soft glow of the little flames casting vague shadows on the wall.

Draco was leaning against his desk, his hands on the wood acting as some kind of support.

Harry closed the door behind him and acutely became aware of the tense sparkling atmosphere between them. Slowly he took step for step until he stopped right in front of the blond.

"I have something else I want to give you." Draco murmured and his hand clenched around something in his right pocket. "But I'd rather give you this in private."

"Okay." Harry licked his sudden dry lips and his hands felt clammy.

"I'm willing to wait as long as I have to, but you can consider this as a promise." Draco said cryptically and he grabbed Harry's hand, the movement as quick as a snake.

The next moment the dark haired young man felt something cold and smooth slid around his ring finger. He pulled his hand back and gasped when a silver ring adorned with one small green stone, joined by two small other stones in the colours red and purple met his astonished eyes.

Speechlessly Harry stared at the ring, feeling the metal slowly warming up to his body temperature.

"I know we are both still young and it's probably the furthest thing on your mind now, but I thought we could marry in a few years, making our little family official. I want nothing else than to call you my husband and take care of you and our baby. I want to come home and see you when I open the door." Draco said softly, his voice trembling a bit. "I want to be able to fall asleep next to you and wake up each morning and see you sleeping next to me. I want to be the one who makes you smile and to whom you tell your worries and problems. I just … want to spend the rest of my life with you and make you happy." He took a deep breath and stared in wide emerald green eyes. "Harry James Potter, will you marry me?"

"Oh Merlin." Harry breathed. He couldn't believe this was happening. In all his wildest imaginations, he had never envisioned this particular scene. Was he dreaming? A discreet pinch in his arm let him know he was very much awake. So this was really happening.

"Harry?" Draco's nervous voice broke through his stupor. "I know this is soon, but I thought I would let you know that I'm serious about you. There's no rush, I just …"

He was cut off when a mouth crushed against his own, making him stagger. Two arms slipped around his neck and a rounded belly was pressed against his own. He returned the hug and kissed back as fiercely as the other one.

"Merlin, yes, yes!" Harry whispered when he drew back and his green eyes glittered like the jewels they resembled. "Oh god, yes, I want to marry you!"

Draco's blinding smile nearly took his breath away if the next kiss hadn't succeeded in that already. Their hands tangled into each other's hair, messing it up and somehow they managed to stumble on Harry's bed. When Harry felt his legs hit the bed, he let himself fell on it and crawled backwards until he reached the headboard, never disconnecting his lips from Draco's.

Draco followed him all the way to the headboard and came to a stop between his spread legs, his hands placed next to Harry's stomach to keep him up.

"You don't know how happy you make me." Draco murmured against bruised red lips and Harry huffed a breathless laugh.

"That's my line." He mumbled back and drew back to get some air.

Grey sparkling eyes locked onto his and Draco said softly, "I love you so much."

Harry's breath caught in his throat when his brain registered the admission and his lips fell open in an o shape. Then he smiled tenderly, his eyes gaining a wet sheen to them, making them sparkle harder in the light. "I love you too."

That evening both boys fell asleep in each other's arms, the new addition to Harry's finger softly gleaming in the candle light.

A pair of amber coloured eyes looked at them tenderly as the man closed the door behind him and made his way to his own room, whispering, "Merry Christmas, boys."

The new year arrived and went and Draco was once again submersed in studying potions. Sirius was assisting Remus at Hogwarts and Harry stayed at home, not really up to going outside a lot because his growing stomach was preventing him from making long walks. He was eight months far now and he had reached the point where he had troubles seeing his own feet. Every morning it was a fight to get up and he had already thrown several Stinging hexes at his godfather when the man had the audacity to laugh at him when he noticed his struggles.

The only slight comfort he had was the fact that his baby wasn't moving too much anymore. She didn't have that many room anymore to make her tumbles so the only movement he felt from her was the occasional push of one of her tiny feet or hands. It made sleeping a bit easier though his big stomach didn't allow him to choose from many positions.

During the nights he mostly laid on his back or on his side. He would have preferred lying on his stomach, but of course that was impossible now.

Draco came by each day to spend time with him and their baby, talking to him about all kind of things he could come up with.

The day after Christmas, Remus had taken notice of the new addition to his hand and Harry had shyly admitted that Draco had asked him to marry him. Remus had congratulated him immediately, but Sirius had been ready to let something explode. It had taken a while, but he had finally grown used to the fact that Draco was indeed there to stay and that the blond was really planning to stay with Harry for the rest of his life. After Sirius had given him a talk (which consisted of telling him casually all the things he would do to him if he ever dared to hurt his godson, which had made Draco trembling on his legs from fear, knowing a Black always kept their promises), Sirius had decided to stop trying to glare Draco to death and accept him.

Harry had been very relieved at hearing that, because he didn't want to be caught in between his boyfriend (or fiancé like Draco gleefully reminded him every time) and his godfather.

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It was now the tenth of January and Harry was bored out of his mind. It was a little after twelve and Remus had dropped by already to check on him. After being reassured that he was fine, he had left again to teach his afternoon classes.

The dark haired Saviour was now lying on his bed, propped up against the mountain of pillows that delivered a bit of relief to his aching back. The weight of the baby was making his back ache and his ankles hurt and he was looking forward to the massage Draco had promised he would give him when he arrived at the house later in the evening.

"I'm going to be so glad once you're out of me." Harry sighed and pouted. His hands came to rest on his huge stomach and started to stroke it idly. "I can't wait to hold you in my arms." He smiled and felt a soft push of what seemed to be a tiny foot against the palm of his hand. "Your other papa can't wait either to have you in his arms. You already have him wrapped around your finger and he hasn't even seen you yet." He chuckled amused and his emerald green eyes glittered. "Which reminds me that we really need to come up with a suitable name for you. You're almost here after all; it wouldn't do to keep calling you baby."

He had been talking to his baby for weeks now; it soothed him for some reason and his baby seemed to enjoy hearing him talking too, based on her little pushes she gave when he put his hands on his stomach.

"I wonder what you will look like." Harry mused and stared out of the window where snow was softly falling down, creating a cold white blanket on the ground and windowsill. "Your papa says he wants you to have my eyes." He smiled a bit bitterly.

Even though he was looking forward to see his baby and hold her finally in his arms after all those months, he was also a bit afraid to look at her. He still didn't know who had drugged him and so had no clue at all as to how she would look like. Would she be pale or not? Light or dark hair? His eyes or … the eyes of his rapist?

He loved her, yes, but he couldn't help the small twinges of fear he felt when he thought of the birth. Maybe if he was lucky, his daughter would mostly take after him and then he could pretend she was really Draco's daughter and not from some unknown bastard. Draco had told him it wouldn't matter to him how she looked like – he considered her as his daughter and that was that. Harry couldn't help but love him a bit more for that fact, knowing it wasn't easy for Draco to love a child that was not his own. He really had hit the jackpot when he got Draco as his partner.

Feeling restless all of a sudden, Harry struggled to sit up, breathing a bit harshly when he finally managed to sit up right.

Akeyra looked up sleepily from his place on the windowsill. "Master Harry?" He hissed in a questioning tone.

"You can go back to sleep if you want, I'm just going to stretch my legs a bit." Harry hissed back reassuringly and Akeyra laid back down again, closing his eyes.

Maybe the library has something interesting to read, he thought absently and slowly made his way to the extensive library (courtesy of Remus deciding to bring everything of the Black library to their new home, claiming it never hurt to have all that knowledge in their home), one hand on his back and one hand on top of his belly, caressing it softly.

He opened the door which creaked a bit and shut it again. His eyes wandered over the different aisles and he aimlessly walked through them, looking at the titles to see if something caught his eyes.

He was nearly at the end of the fourth row when a small leather bound book caught his attention. "Accio book." He muttered and the book shot from between the others and landed in his hands.

"Household spells that every wife needs to know" was the title and Harry raised an eyebrow. This type of book was the last thing he had expected to find in the collection of the original Black library and his interest was piqued. Most of the books the Black library had contained had at least a dozen of dark spells in them and he had a sudden perverse curiosity to see if there would be dark spells in this kind of book to and which kind. After all the women of the Black family didn't seem to be all friendly sweet housewives. There was bound to be some interesting spells in this book.

Coughing when a cloud of dust hit him in the face after opening the book, his watering eyes slid over the index, looking for anything that seemed interesting. There were knitting spells, cutting spells especially aimed for preparing vegetables, cleaning spells, spells on how to keep areas dust free… Harry had almost given up on finding something interesting when a particular title sprung out and made him freeze.

'How to discover parentage of an unborn baby'

He read it once, twice, thrice just to make sure he wasn't reading it wrong. There were spells to discover the parentage? Before he realized what he was doing, his hands were already leaving through the book, searching for the right page.

'For women who accidentally slipped and made a mistake, this spell is the best way to confirm your baby's parentage. It is quick, completely harmless for the baby and it will give you the answer to your much dreaded question: who is the father of my baby? Is it indeed your husband or is it the handsome charming man you couldn't resist? With this spell you have the answer. You don't even have to know the father's name. After all, in the heat of the moment, you don't always stop to ask for names, right? Just say this spell once, drawing a circle within a triangle in the air and watch the result appear in front of you on parchment. Now you don't have to worry anymore that your baby could be of someone else.

The spell is: Indicate Originis.'

For what seemed to be an eternity, Harry stared at the text, tracing the spell with his eyes. Could this be the answer to his dreaded question? Would he finally discover who the father of his baby was? The text said it was safe – and even he didn't think women would play with their baby's life. If the spell had been wrong, it would have already been removed from the book.

Why had nobody ever told him about this spell? Hadn't they known either about the existence of it? Or had they just decided not to tell him about it?

Confusion and fear mingled together in his stomach and his breathing was heavy. Should he do it? Here was the chance to finally know his baby's father. If he just knew who had done this to him … Didn't he deserve that knowledge? Didn't he deserve to know whose baby he was carrying? Of course he deserved that right? It was his right to know the father of his baby …

Before he could come back on his decision, he had already pointed his wand in the air, drawing a triangle first, followed by a circle, saying loud and clearly, "Indicate Originis."

For one long minute nothing happened and Harry's ears were filled with the rapid beating of his heart. Had he done it wrong? Had the spell worked? Should he try again or give up?

Then his heart seemed to stop when a parchment appeared soundlessly on the table in front of him, on which he had placed the book.

With trembling hands, he picked up the parchment and read it.

'Mother of the baby: Harry James Potter

Grandparents on mother's side: James and Lily Potter

Father: Draco Lucius Malfoy

Grandparents on father's side: Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy'

Draco Lucius Malfoy.

No, this couldn't be true, this was not happening. This was all just …

A nightmare.

AN2: So now Harry knows the father. Anyway, the next chapters will be released like this: chapter 13 will be where Draco tells the truth and obviously won't end very happy. Chapter 14 is where Draco lies and has sort of a happy ending, meaning they won't break up. It's up to you to decide which one you'd like to read - of course you can read both. LOL After these two there will be three epilogues: one for the truth chapter and two for the lie chapter, both containing a lemon but both having a slightly different ending.

Anyway I hope you liked this one and please leave your thoughts behind in a review!

Love and cuddles

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