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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
- 12
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- 14
Author's note: I'm not really in the mood now because my cat has disappeared for more than six hours already :( So I'm going to keep it short: This is the chapter where Draco tells the truth. It will also contain the birth. The next chapter Draco will tell a lie and the birth will happen there too (consider it an alternative reality of this chapter). Also the birth will be natural because that was decided in a poll on fanfiction.

Thanks to the following reviewers: asiacheetah; jami_lee (that's one way to put it) and cocobyrd87

I hope you'll like this chapter!

Chapter 13: The truth

Harry's mouth opened and closed again a few times, his brain refusing to accept what was written on the parchment. This was a joke, right? The spell had been mistaken somehow. There was no way Draco was … No, he couldn't be. When would he have … But that was impossible, right?

But Harry realized with a sickening feeling that spells never lied. Magic didn't lie. It couldn't lie unlike humans. So this meant …

The name Draco Lucius Malfoy seemed to be burned on the paper. Father. Draco was the father of his baby?

He placed a hand on his stomach and stared numbly at the old bookcase. Any moment now he would wake up from this nightmare. He must have fallen asleep without realizing it. Yes, that must be it. There was no way Draco …

A few teardrops slid down his cheeks and fell down on his sweater, the cloth absorbing it.

There had to be a logical explanation for this. There had to be. It just couldn't …

Harry left the book on the table and somehow managed to stumble back to his room. He sank down on the chair in front of the desk. His whole body felt numb. How did this … Why …

He needed an explanation. Surely Draco would be able to explain this. He had probably casted the spell wrong. He would talk to Draco and then ask him to do the spell. The answer would be different then. Of course it would be. Because if not, that would mean …

Harry swallowed the lump in his throat down, but it was too late. There, in the solitude of his room with only a worried snake as his companion, he broke down, sobs making his body tremble.

With a smile, Draco stepped out of the fireplace and dusted his clothes free of sooth. Lupin had asked him to inform Harry they would arrive later, something to do with a teachers' meeting. So he had Harry for him alone for a few hours more.

Excitement bubbling up in his stomach, he strode up the stairs, guessing Harry would be in his room.

"Harry, Lupin said he and Black will be home late." He announced, entering the bedroom. He halted when he saw Harry's red rimmed eyes. "Harry, what's wrong? Why have you been crying? Are you in pain?" He asked worried and strode over to his heavily pregnant fiancé, attempting to hug him, until his hands were slapped away. "Harry?"

Green eyes stared at him and he grew uneasy when he saw the dead look. "Harry, what …"

"I casted a spell today." Harry interrupted him quietly.

"A spell?" Draco furrowed his eyebrows. The air felt stifling and every fibre of his body screamed out in warning; there was something wrong. Something bad had happened, but what?

"A spell to confirm the parentage of my baby."

With that single monotone sentence, his world fell apart. No. This wasn't … Harry knew … Fuck. This could not be happening. This had to be some kind of nightmare. If that was true, then Harry knew he was the father. He knew he had been lying and deceiving him for months. His dream of having Harry and his daughter with him was destroyed with one single spell. How would he explain this? Would he still be able to save his relationship?

"You want to know whose name came up?" Harry's voice interrupted his panic coldly.

"Harry, please, I …"

"Your name came up." The pregnant boy continued as if Draco hadn't said anything. "According to that spell, you're the father of this baby. I thought it was wrong, but magic never lies… Unlike some people. You knew, didn't you? You knew you are the father all this time and YOU NEVER FUCKING TOLD ME!" Harry screamed the last part and his hands clenched around the armchairs, his breathing harsh. "What did you do? Why can't I remember anything? Why am I pregnant? What the fuck did you do to me?"

Draco stared, his skin paling rapidly. It was over now. There was no way Harry would be able to ever forgive him. He lost him. What should he do? Tell the truth or make up a lie? If he could lie to Severus, he could certainly lie to Harry, who wasn't experienced in Legilimency. A lie would make sure he got to keep Harry, but …

One look at Harry's desperate, broken face made his heart shatter. He couldn't lie to Harry. Harry deserved the truth. He should have told him the moment he knew he was pregnant. Why had he thought he would be able to get away with his betrayal? Why had he been so selfish? He had singlehanded destroyed the best thing he had in his life and for what? One night that only he remembered. For one single night, he had ripped Harry's future away from him, had turned his whole life upside down. All because he was a coward. He didn't deserve Harry, had never deserved him, but had foolishly thought he could get away with his betrayal.

He had lost Harry. There was no hope for him anymore. The least he could do was tell Harry the truth once and for all and accept the consequences.

"Yes, I knew from the moment you told me you were pregnant that I'm the father." Draco broke the heavy silence. "I … I told you I was too afraid to tell you how I feel about you. But I wanted to know what it was like to love you, even if it was only one night."

"What did you do?" Harry whispered deadly, his big eyes looking haunted.

Draco was the one who had put that look there.

"I – I brew a potion that would make you lust for the first person you saw, combined with a memory alter potion. The potion would make sure you wouldn't remember anything."

"You drugged me. I trusted you and you drugged me." Harry smiled hollowly, his eyes darkening. "Did you think it was fun to knock me up too?" He hissed venomously.

"No! I didn't know you would get pregnant." Draco replied pained. "It wasn't until I heard the news, that I searched for answers. One of the books stated that it's forbidden to combine a Lust and a Memory modifying potion because those two create a pregnancy potion. I swear I didn't know that."

"And that makes it all better?" Harry retorted sharply. "Why didn't you tell me the truth? I deserve to know what you did."

"I know you deserve the truth, but I didn't want to lose you." Draco whispered and stared at the other one. "I love you so much … There is no excuse for what I did. You don't know how much I regret what I did. But I love you so much. I would do anything to even have a taste of you."

"Do you know how many nights I have been lying awake, wondering who the one was who raped me?" Harry said and tears slid down his cheeks slowly. "Do you know how fucking awful and disgusting I felt, knowing that someone raped me without even remembering it? How dirty I felt? I wanted to remember my first time! Fuck, I wanted … You say you love me, but then why do you do something like this? What about it shows that you love me?" He laughed bitterly. "God, I feel so stupid now. I was so happy that you were willing to act like a father to my baby, that you still wanted me like this … Of course, now I understand why you didn't have a problem with the baby. It's not difficult to be a father when you know it's your kid. Why didn't I realize this sooner? Not even Marc wanted to act like the father, so how could I ever have imagined you would for a child who's not yours?"

"Marc and I are nothing alike." Draco blurted out hotly, but winced when Harry laughed bitterly again.

"You're right, you are nothing like Marc." Harry replied coldly. "You're even worse! How dare you act almighty after I had that fight with Marc, how dare you say I was better off without him, when you were the one who raped me!" His voice broke at the last part and he hugged himself, the tears now streaming down his face, sobs ranking through his body again.

Without thinking, Draco reached out to comfort the distraught boy, but was smacked away.

"DO NOT TOUCH ME!" Harry snarled through his tears. "I trusted you! I fucking defended you from everyone who thought you would hurt me. I said you would never do that, that I could trust you with my life! Did you enjoy yourself, knowing that you took the virginity of the Harry Potter? Did you get a good laugh? Was it good enough for the great Draco Malfoy?"

"Harry, no, it isn't anything like that! I love you. Please, if I could go back, I wouldn't have done it. Please, I love you." Draco said desperately and his throat felt clamped up with fear. Tears were putting pressure on his eyes, but he forced them back. This was the first time in his life, he was actively begging for something, and some part in him felt humiliated for doing so, but if keeping Harry meant humiliating himself by begging, he would do it. He only refused to show his tears. He didn't want to look even more pathetic than he was already.

If he could just show him how much he loved him and regretted what he had done … He didn't, couldn't lose Harry. He and Harry were soulmates, no matter how cheesy that sounded, he knew it was true; nobody would ever manage to ensnare him like Harry did, he would never be able to love anyone as much as he loved Harry. They were made for each other, two halves of a coin, like night and day, yin and yang. Surely, Harry could feel that? Surely he would decide to give him another chance …

He would atone for his sins every day, accept any punishment he was given, if only Harry stayed with him.

"I want you to get out of my room, out of this house and out of my life."

Draco stared at him wide eyed, horrified. "No, Harry, you can't do that; I love you!" He pleaded. "Please give me another chance. I'll do anything you want, just please don't shut me out!"

Harry stood up and leant against his desk. "No, I can't forgive you." He said, his voice broken. "I tried, but … I don't want to see or hear of you ever again. I want you out of my life."

"But our baby…"

"She's not ours, she's mine! I don't want you near her. You're not allowed to see her or visit her. She won't even know who you are." Harry snapped, crossing his arms.

"You can't do that! I'm her father; I have a right to see her." Draco growled, his eyes flashing in anger and hurt. Harry couldn't mean that, he couldn't keep him away from his daughter. Of all people, Harry should know how it felt to grow up without parents. He couldn't deny their daughter her father.

"A right?" Harry hissed, his green eyes flashing dangerously. "I should call the Aurors and tell them what you did to me, but I'm not going to do that. You should be grateful you won't end up in jail."

"Why aren't you calling them?" Draco asked, feeling a small spark of hope blooming up in his chest again. This meant Harry still loved him, right? Otherwise he would have been warning the Aurors. Did this mean he still had a chance?

Harry looked away, feeling ashamed. "Because I still love you." He muttered almost inaudible and he hugged himself tighter. "And I don't want my daughter growing up with one father in jail." His heart clenched when he saw hope crossing the blond's face and Draco made a step towards him, but he held him back with an up raised hand. "But I can't trust you anymore. I can't stay with you, all the while wondering if you would ever drug me again. I just can't."

"Harry, I swear I won't ever …"

"But you have done it." Harry interrupted him. "I trusted you and you broke that trust. I don't think it can ever be repaired. Maybe someday I'll be able to talk to you again, but I just want you out of my life now." He bit his lip and his fingernails dug into his arms hard, creating crescent moon shape like forms. "I can't even look at you anymore without feeling the urge to curse you. Please just leave and don't ever come back again."

Draco hung his head low and clenched his fists. The last shard of hope was completely shattered now, leaving behind an aching empty hole where just a few hours ago his heart had been.

"Fine, I'll leave." He said monotone and his body felt numb. This was it then. He had to give up the love of his life because of his own stupidity. "But I won't ever stop loving you. I'll love you and our child until there's nothing else left of me. The only thing I regret since I met you is the fact that I hurt you and betrayed your trust. If you ever want me back, just … Know that I'll always love you." He whispered and after casting one last longing look at Harry, imprinting the image of him so that he would never forget how he looked like, he left for the last time, feeling like his heart was ripped out of his chest.

He didn't remember how he arrived in his bedroom, or how he managed to reach his bed before he broke down. All he could remember was how he lost his most precious person, because of his own stupidity and impatience. He was officially the biggest asshole on earth.

While staring at the ceiling, thinking about the conversation over and over again, wondering if he should have said something else, done something else to convince Harry to still keep him around, tears started to pool out of his eyes, making wet trails along his cheeks before they dripped on the pillow.

His whole body felt numb and his mind was in a daze. He didn't react when his door opened and didn't react when his mother sat down next to him and worriedly asked what had happened.

Only when he felt himself lifted in a warm embrace, the scent of his mother's favourite perfume filling his nose, he began to sob and clung to his mother, for the first time in years. The last time he had hugged her like that, he had been six and his cat had died. The sad feeling he had then, didn't compare to how depressed he felt now.

Narcissa didn't get anything out of him for the rest of the day and eventually gave up on trying to coax her son to say what had happened, and just stayed there, embracing him and letting him cry his sorrow out.

When he heard the sound of the Floo announcing Draco's final departure out of his life, Harry sank down on his chair, staring at the opposite wall, trying to come to terms with everything that had just happened. For the umpteenth time he wished this was all just a nightmare and that he still was blissfully unaware of who the real father was of his daughter.

It wasn't only the fact that Draco had raped him that hurt him, it was the fact that he had lied for months to him and had betrayed his trust that hurt him the worst. He had trusted Draco, had been deliriously happy to find someone who loved him for him and who was willing to act as a father to his baby and everything had backfired. Why did he had to cast that spell? Hadn't it been better in hindsight to not know who was the father? Was it pathetic of him that he wished he hadn't thrown Draco out of his life? Shouldn't he have given Draco another chance?

No, he knew himself. He knew he would be wondering for the rest of his life whether Draco would drug him again or not. How could they have built up a life together if he had to constantly wonder if he hadn't been given a potion by his own boyfriend?

A sob tore through his chest and he brought his hand to his mouth. This was all just so fucked up now. Him and his stupid curiosity.

Draco and his fucking impatience. Why had he thought that brewing a potion and making him forget everything had been better than just admitting his feelings? Why had he thought that keeping everything from him was better than telling the truth? If he had confessed from the beginning, maybe he had been able to forgive him. Maybe he had been able to give him another chance. But to find out he had been lied to for months, to know that someone whom he trusted the most had just lied right in his face and did that for months … It hurt. It hurt so much. The hurt he had felt from being dumped by Marc didn't compare to how he felt now.

Harry hiccupped and raised his hands to dry his tears. He halted abruptly when a faint sparkle around his finger let him know he was still wearing the ring. The ring that had been meant as a promise for a future together.

His finger slid around the stones and then he slid the ring of his finger. It laid innocently in the palm of his hand and he stared at it with a blank face before he stood up and walked over to the garbage can.

He should just throw it away. Why should he keep it? He had broken up with Draco. No need to keep something that belonged to him.

Resolutely he raised his hand and then … dropped it into the open drawer next to him. He couldn't do it. He couldn't throw the ring away. How pathetic of him. He wasn't strong enough to call the Aurors, he wasn't strong enough to completely hate Draco for what he had done and he wasn't strong enough to throw away the ring. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he do all those things any other normal person would have done? Some Gryffindor he was.

His hand hovered over the locket that was resting right underneath his collarbone, before he took that off too and let it fall in the same drawer with a soft' thunk'.

This was it then. He had made his choice. It would all work out in the end. Right?

He sunk back down on his bed and stroked Akeyra's head when the snake curled around his shoulders worriedly.

Yes, everything would work out. It always did. Right?

Remus frowned when he arrived at a silent house. He and Sirius shared a confused look. Normally by now, Harry would be cooking in the kitchen, Draco helping him to make sure he didn't strain himself too much.

"Where is he?" Sirius asked confused and dropped his bag on the table.

Remus shook his head. "I don't know." He muttered. "I'm going to look upstairs. Can you start dinner?"

Sirius shrugged. "Sure; just don't complain when it isn't up to your standards."

Amber coloured eyes rolled up and then Remus made his way out of the living room, up the stairs. The door to Harry's room was almost closed, but it showed that the lights in the room were on.

"Harry?" He called out and knocked on the door.

He heard the bed creaking, but then it was silent again.

Furrowing his eyebrows, he said, "I'm going in, okay?" Receiving no answer, he opened the door and stepped inside. "Harry?"

His cub was sitting on the bed, leaning against the pillows. That in itself wasn't so strange, but the fact that his face was extremely pale and his eyes puffed and red made alarm bells go off in his head.

"Harry, what happened?" He asked worried and made his way to the bed. He sunk down on it and Harry's snake shot him one look before he slid off his owner's shoulders and disappeared in a crack in the wall. Remus stuck his hand out and gripped Harry's chin softly, raising it to make him look him in his eyes.

"Draco and I broke up." Harry answered in a small, broken voice.

"What?" Remus stared at him shocked. "Why? Did you have a fight?"

Harry shrugged weakly and looked away. "I don't want to talk about it." He murmured and his right hand gripped a few strands of his hair, pulling on it.

"Harry, please tell me what happened. Why did you two broke up? You were going to marry in the future, right?" Remus spoke softly and placed his hand on his cub's shoulder. To say he was confused would be an understatement. He had never seen his cub as happy as he had been when he was together with Draco. He hadn't been surprised to hear that Draco had asked Harry to marry him; it had been clear to him from the beginning that the Malfoy heir wouldn't let Harry go. So what on earth had happened between them that made them break up? What had the fight been about that made it serious enough for them to quit their relationship? They weren't the type to give up on their relationship after just one fight.

"Yes, well, we're not going to marry." Harry mumbled with a blank face.

"Harry, tell me …"

"I don't want to talk about it!"

Remus closed his mouth and sighed. He brought his arms around Harry and hugged the boy. Pushing the boy would lead to nothing but stress and that was the last thing Harry needed now. "I'm here if you want to talk about it, okay?"

Harry nodded, feeling too tired to say anything else. All he kept thinking about was that everything eventually would turn out alright. He would live through this. He had to.

Ever since that night, both Narcissa and Remus and Sirius had been trying to figure out what had caused the sudden break up between the boys. Neither one wanted to talk about and absolutely refused to say anything about it. Even when Snape threatened his godson, the blond refused to confide in him.

The weeks following the break up, the adults had had the faint hope that they could get the boys to reconcile again. After all, they assumed it had been a silly fight that only needed a good talking to be solved. However, when they had suggested that the boys would meet up and talk about their fight, they got to hear a clear no.

They couldn't understand why Harry and Draco didn't want to even talk with each other anymore. They had seemed the perfect couple, like James and Lily had been before they were murdered. They had even made plans to marry after the baby was born, they had even started choosing names for the baby. What could possibly have happened that made sure both Harry and Draco pretended that the other didn't exist?

They never got their answer. Even when all could clearly see that both Harry and Draco were suffering under their separation, they wouldn't even agree to one last meeting.

So Narcissa, Remus and Sirius were forced to give up. They didn't like it one bit, didn't like how the young men seemed like living corpses after their break up, but there was nothing they could do. And they hated the hopeless feeling it gave them.

But life goes on and the weeks passed by and they all continued their routine. Draco went back to studying vigorously and pushed himself to his limits, while Harry prepared the baby room with the last things his daughter needed before she would arrive.

Harry had never spoken again about Draco, but Sirius and Remus had noticed how all the little gifts of Draco and all the photos with them together had disappeared one day. Only the crib had stayed. Sirius had tried a few times to talk to Harry but after a few warning spells, he had backed off frustrated. Now they all pretended that everything was all right, even though they still had many questions.

A week before Harry's due date, Poppy stopped by their house to deliver the potions Harry needed. Like instructed, Harry swallowed the first potion and the following three days were spent mostly in the bathroom, where he once again became acquainted with the toilet. His stomach was constantly churning and he had problems keeping his food down. During the nights he had troubles with finding a decent position to sleep in because he could feel how his magic was working to create a larger opening between his womb and anal channel. It was very uncomfortable and he often cried from frustration, the lack of sleep making him cranky. By the end of the third day, he was wishing the contractions would start already because it was very uncomfortable to walk around with his big stomach now.

18th of February

They had started around two p.m. Harry had been in the kitchen, sipping of his tea, while leaning against the counter, when he had felt like something had stabbed him in his stomach. He gasped and the nearly empty cup of tea fell out of his hands and shattered on the ground. His hand pressed on his stomach and he hunched forwards a bit.

"Harry?" Sirius came jogging into the kitchen. He had been upstairs, putting a book back on his nightstand when he had heard something shattering in the kitchen. His eyes widened a bit when he saw Harry bent over with a hand pressing against his stomach but he quickly realized what had happened. "Contractions?" He asked and made his way to his godson, waving his wand in a circle to get rid of the shattered ceramic.

Harry bit his lip and rose up again. "Yeah, just started." He said with a grimace.

"Well, let's get you upstairs then." Sirius said and lent Harry his support while he made his way up the stairs. They passed Remus in the hallway and he raised his eyebrow.

"I'll contact Poppy." He announced and sent a Patronus. Normally he would have used the Floo, but the Ministry had sent a letter to every wizard and witch with the warning that the whole day the Floo would be unavailable due to some problems they had encountered and that needed to be cleared up. So sending a Patronus would be the fastest way to contact Poppy.

He and Sirius were supposed to be on a convention in Ireland today but because Harry was due any day, they hadn't wanted to risk it and had decided to call off the convention. Which had been a good idea seeing as Harry went in labour today.

They didn't want to think about what would have happened if neither one of them had been home now.

Harry sunk down on the bed with a relieved sigh. The room was small and bare, except for the bed, a small table and some spare towels. Normally this room was used to store anything they couldn't place in other rooms, but they had decided to transform it temporarily in a delivery room for Harry. After the baby was born, Harry would go back to his bedroom, where a small bed had been placed next to his so that he could feed his daughter at night without having to go through the hallway and in another room.

"Here, Harry, it's time to take this." Sirius said and handed over the vial that would quicken the birth progress.

Grimacing, both from the new contraction that had hit him like a wave and from the foul taste of the potion, Harry swallowed it and almost gagged.

"Eugh, that was nasty." He said and placed the vial on the table next to the bed before he shuffled backwards on the bed until he could lean against the pillows.

"Well, potions never taste good unfortunately." Sirius chuckled. "Guess it's to make sure nobody gets addicted to them."

"Who would want to get addicted to that crap?" Harry shuddered and then grabbed the blanket he was lying on and squeezed it when another contraction ranked through his stomach.

Sirius rubbed his stomach comfortingly. "Who knows? I'm sure there are people who like the effect it gives them." He shrugged.

Harry opened his mouth to retort, but then clenched his jaw when a heavier pain slashed through his stomach.

"Well, seems Poppy wasn't lying when she said the potion would speed up things." Sirius commented when Harry uncurled from the ball he had unconsciously formed when the contraction had hit him.

"Not funny." He murmured and glared at his godfather.

"Sorry, pup. Just think of it this way: the sooner the potion speeds up things, the sooner you can hold the baby." Sirius smiled.

The grimace on Harry's face had nothing to do with the pain he felt again. Right, the baby was coming now. It hadn't hit him entirely until now. In a few hours he would be holding his baby in his arms; the proof of his one night with Draco that he still couldn't remember. How would his daughter look like? After who would she take the most? Would it be obvious whose daughter she was when she finally arrived?

Remus and Sirius still didn't know the truth as to why Harry broke up with Draco and he wanted it to keep it that way. Not because he liked hiding things from his family but because, even after what Draco did, he didn't want the blond to get hurt. And if Remus and Sirius knew the truth, there was no saying what they would do once they got a hold on Draco. How fucked up it may be, he didn't want Draco to be hurt by his family, even though the blond would deserve it.

Fuck, he was really pathetic.

He was startled out of his thoughts when the door opened and a brisk voice said, "Well, a day later than I expected, but with babies, you're never sure when they arrive. Now, let's see, Potter, how far along you are." Pomfrey placed her bag on the bed and placed her wand next to her. "All right, you're going to have to move more towards the end of the bed, Potter, otherwise it will be difficult to help you."

Harry pursed his lips, not feeling up to moving again; but shuffled forwards, halting in the middle of the bed when another contraction seized him. This time he couldn't hold back the groan of pain and he closed his eyes, panting. He felt his baby moving downwards and the pressure began building up.

He felt hands helping him move further and when he opened his eyes again, he saw Sirius standing by the door and he was leaning against Remus' chest.

"Sorry, Harry." Sirius smiled weakly and he looked a bit pale. "But I think I'm going to wait outside. I've never been able to deal well with births." He grimaced and closed the door behind him.

Pomfrey tsk'd and muttered a spell that removed Harry's pants before covering his now upraised legs with a white sheet. "I see he hasn't improved on that matter since Lily Potter's birth." She muttered with a scoff.

"I'm afraid not." Remus said lightly and then allowed Harry to grip his hand tightly when another contraction came up.

"You – you helped my mum?" Harry panted once the contraction disappeared.

"Yes, you were quite the stubborn baby, Potter. It took your mother fourteen hours to finally bring you on this world. Seemed like you didn't want to leave your little home." She answered amused.

"I remember that too well." Remus laughed weakly. "James went almost crazy with worry, thinking there was something wrong. I can't remember how many times Lily came close to hexing James while she was in labour."

"He worried too much." She said dismissively. "Alright, seems like you still have some time left before you need to push. I'm going to give you a pain killer, but unfortunately it won't completely get rid of the pain."

This time the potion he needed to swallow was a dark red liquid that actually felt soothing when it slid down his throat.

"Oh god." He muttered and squeezed Remus' hand tightly, his muscles tensing when another wave of pain hit him.

"Try to relax, Potter. It will help with the pain." Pomfrey instructed him and ignored the death glare she got as response. She was used to those glares by now; it came with years of experience with helping wizards and witches bringing a baby on the world.

While Harry was awaiting the moment he could start pushing, Pomfrey sat there, thinking. When she had gotten the Patronus, she had gathered all the supplies she would need and rushed to here. She had expected to see the young Malfoy heir here too, seeing as he and Potter were a couple. To say she was confused to not meet him here, was an understatement. The only thing she got to hear when she questioned the absence of Malfoy was that he and Potter had broken up weeks ago but nobody could tell why.

She frowned. She had seen with her own eyes how devoted those two were to each other and how Malfoy had acted as the father of the baby every time they came over for a check-up. Last time she saw them, Potter had even been wearing an engagement ring. She could smack herself for not realizing sooner that something was amiss, when she stopped by a week ago to deliver the potions. Why had she not noticed the absence of the ring then? Of course she had been busy, but she had seen how pale Potter had been. At that time she had contributed that to the fact that he was nearing his due date and his body had been losing more and more energy. But now she was wondering if Potter was still suffering from the break up and if so, why hadn't those two buried their fight and became a couple again?

She shook her head faintly. It wasn't her place to say something about their relationship. All she needed to do was deliver a healthy baby on the world while making sure no complications arose during that progress.

Two hours after Harry had swallowed the potion to quicken the progress, he got to hear he could start pushing.

All at once it felt like his stomach was filled with butterflies and he felt extremely nervous. This was it now; it wouldn't be long before he could finally hold his daughter in his arms.

"All right, Potter, when I say push, you have to push as hard as you can. Don't stop until I say so, understood?" Pomfrey ordered and pulled on white gloves.

Harry nodded and took a deep breath that did nothing to diminish those butterflies.

"You'll be okay, cub." Remus murmured in his ear. "I'm here; you're not alone."

"All right, you can start pushing."

The next half hour a very sweaty Harry was pushing with everything he had. The grip he had on Remus' hand hadn't weakened once but instead of complaining, the older man was encouraging him to keep pushing and saying he was doing well so far.

He could feel his daughter dropping lower and lower until she finally went down his newly formed birth channel and then began the hardest part of pushing her out. It felt like she wasn't moving at all and he started to sob from the excruciating pain he felt, pleading inwardly that it would all end soon. He didn't know how much more pain he could take or how long he could keep pushing. He could feel himself becoming tired, but he knew he couldn't give up now. He had to keep on pushing but it was so hard!

"Come on, Harry, you're almost there. I can see her head already." Pomfrey encouraged him and with one last scream, he pushed down with everything he had and felt his baby slipping out his body.

"Good, good, just a bit more. Just one last push and then you're done. Come on, you can do it!"

Harry took a deep breath and pushed down again until suddenly he felt empty and sore.

A sharp cry sounded through the room and Pomfrey smiled. "Look at that: a beautiful, healthy girl." After cleaning the baby and wrapping it in a soft green blanket, she handed the new born over to Remus. "Harry, we still have to get the afterbirth out of your body, but this won't require much. Just a few soft pushes. The womb will dissolve on his own."

Harry nodded weakly and dazed he felt his body expelling something before he was cleaned up and levitated until he could lean against the pillows. His breathing finally stabilized again and he raised his head, stretching out his arms to indicate he wanted to hold his daughter.

Remus obeyed and carefully handed over the new born to her daddy, who hold her tightly against his chest and looked at her in wonder.

She was beautiful, there was not a single doubt about that. Her face was still red, but it wasn't scrunched up anymore. Her little fists were resting on the blanket she was wrapped in and her mouth was making soft smacking sounds. Her hair was curly and … blond. The same shade that her father had. Apparently the blond gene had been stronger than his dark hair gene.

His vision became blurry and it took him a few moments before he realized he was crying.

"What are you going to name her, Harry? I need to put it on her birth certificate." Pomfrey asked softly.

"Caelyn." Harry answered after a short silence. His throat felt raw from the screaming he had done and he felt immensely tired. But he felt deliriously happy and sad at the same time. Finally after all those months he was holding his baby in his arms, her tiny soft body against his chest. The pain he had gone through to get her here had been worth it in the end. He only wished he had been there to share this moment with him. Harry clenched his eyes shut to prevent himself from crying again. No, he wouldn't cry anymore. Not anymore about him. He was done. He had to look forwards; he had a daughter to take care of now. He couldn't keep hanging in the past.

"That's a beautiful name." Pomfrey complimented him and wrote down the name. After a short hesitance, she wrote "Potter" as last name. "Good, I'm taking these documents to the Ministry and later this week, I'll bring some potions to help you heal and prevent complications." She nodded to them and then left the room after giving Harry a last smile.

While Sirius let the nurse out, Remus took a seat on the bed and stared at the baby. Could it be? No, that was impossible, right? Because if this was true, then …

"Harry?" Remus broke the silence and only the tiny jerk of Harry's head let him known he was heard. "Can I ask you something?"

"I suppose." Harry answered in a scratchy voice, but his eyes were firmly fixed on his daughter, his finger carefully stroking her soft cheek. He still couldn't believe this perfect creature had come out of his stomach. It was just unreal.

"Caelyn's father … It's Draco, isn't it?"

Slowly Harry nodded once with a pained look on his face.

"What happened?" Remus whispered, shock numbing his body. He hadn't wanted to believe his suspicion. When Pomfrey had given him the baby, he had frowned when he noticed how blond her hair was. The only family who had that exact same shade of hair was the Malfoy family, but surely this was just a coincidence, right? Harry had been pregnant before he had gotten together with Draco, so why did this baby girl have the same hair shade as him?

Suspicion had risen up in his head, but he had squished that down, not wanting to believe it.

"The day I broke up with him," Harry suddenly started saying, "I had used a spell that would give me the name of the father of my daughter. I – I just wanted to know who was the father, you know. And suddenly the spell said … it said it was Draco." Green eyes clenched shut in pain. "I didn't want to believe it at first but then Draco arrived and I – I told him what the spell said and he didn't deny it. He said he knew from the beginning he was the father."

"But how come …" Remus stared at Harry horrified.

"I asked him how this had happened and – and he said he had drugged me with some kind of potion he had invented. Said he had been in love with me for a long time, but was too cowardly to confess and therefore made a potion that would make sure I wouldn't remember anything that happened that night. But the potion botched up and acted as a pregnancy potion too."

"You mean he was the one who …"

Harry just nodded, his heart clenching in pain with the memory.

"That bastard." Remus hissed furiously. How dare that scum do this to his cub? He had trusted him to take care of Harry, had defended him against Sirius when his best friend had uttered his doubts about their relationship. And now it came out that he had been the one who had raped Harry? How was he able to look himself in the eyes? How had he been able to hug Harry and touch him, knowing full well he had raped his best friend and drugged him?

"I'm going to kill him."

"No, you won't." Harry's voice stopped him when he had stood up and had every intention to go to Malfoy manor and show that bastard exactly what happened when you hurt a werewolf's cub.

"Harry, he raped you. He deserves to be punished." Remus said coldly and his hand clenched around his wand. "There is no excuse for what he had done. He deserves to be punished for what he did to you!"

"Please, just don't, Remus." Harry sounded tired and he looked at him with pained green eyes. "I don't want him to be punished."

"Why not? What he did to you is unforgivable!"

Harry winced. "I just … I can't. I don't want you to hurt him. I – I …"

Remus sagged against the wall and sighed. "You still love him, don't you?" He said softly. Even though he wanted nothing more than to march over to Malfoy manor and teach that bastard a lesson, he didn't want to hurt Harry in the progress of doing so. The wolf in him demanded revenge, but the needs of his cub were more important than the feelings of revenge.

"I know it's pathetic, but I can't help it." Harry whispered. "I know I should let the Aurors deal with him, but … I still love him. Despite what he did, I love him and hate him at the same time. I don't trust him anymore, but … for some reason I just can't stop loving him." He laughed weakly and continued, self-disgust ringing through his voice, "I tried to hate him; I tried to stop loving him, but I can't. I can't look at him anymore, but I don't want him to suffer either. I know I'm fucked up." He said miserably.

"Oh, cub, you're not fucked up." Remus sighed sadly and crossed the room to sit down again and take Harry's hand in his. "You just love him. You can't stop yourself from feeling like that. It's not your fault."

"I told him I never wanted to see him again." Harry said softly and peered at Remus through his fringe. "Please promise me you won't do anything to him. I don't want my daughter to grow up with her father in prison or worse."

"Are you going to tell her later who her father is?"

"No, but …" Harry sighed frustrated, not sure how he could explain why he didn't want his daughter to grow up, knowing her other father was in jail.

"I promise I won't hurt him. It's your decision. Just know that Sirius and I are there for you, okay? We'll help you with the baby and everything else you need us for."

Harry nodded with a weak smile. The next moment, Caelyn opened her mouth and began to cry.

"Seems she's hungry." Remus smiled faintly and stood up. "I'll make a bottle for her."

20th of February

Narcissa pursed her lips and glared at the closed door that hid her son. She had been trying for weeks to get him to talk to her about what had happened between him and Harry, but he wouldn't budge. She was nearing the end of her patience. She wanted to know why the boy, whom she considered her second son, didn't even came to visit her anymore. She hadn't heard anything of Harry, aside from the fact that he took the break up pretty badly when she contacted her cousin.

Resolutely she turned around and changed into beige pants and a white sweater, putting on a black coat that reached her ankles. She needed to see Harry, to make sure he was alright. And how was the baby? Had she been born yet or was Harry overtime?

She marched outside and Apparated as soon as she passed the wards.

It was Remus who opened the door when she knocked. "Hello Remus." She greeted him politely. "I'm sorry for not warning you ahead that I was coming. I'm sorry to intrude."

"Not at all, come on in." Remus smiled tiredly and stepped aside to let her in. "I assume you want to see Harry?"

She nodded and took off her coat. "If that isn't too much of a bother. I can come back later if this is a bad time."

"No, it's not a bad time. You can go up to see him. I'm sure he'll be happy to see you." Remus smiled.

She raised an eyebrow but climbed the stairs and crossed the hallway.

She halted suddenly when she heard Harry talking and peeked through the crack of the door opening. She softly gasped when she saw Harry sitting in a rocking chair, a bundle held against his chest and a bottle raised in the air, while the sound of sucking filled the room.

Harry looked tired, with bags underneath his eyes, but happy. Well, that was not quite the right word. He looked happy and sad at the same time.

"You're such a beautiful girl." Harry murmured while he stared with soft eyes at the bundle. "You look more like your father than like me." His voice seemed to catch a bit there.

Narcissa took a deep breath and then knocked. Her mind was reeling with the realization that she was a grandmother. Harry had given birth already. Her granddaughter was finally here.

"Yes?"

"May I come in, Harry?" She held her breath when she heard the sudden intake of breath and for one moment it was deadly silent.

"Narcissa?" Harry's voice sounded shocked and when she opened the door fully, she looked straight in his wide green eyes.

"Congratulations with your baby." She smiled and carefully entered the room, keeping an eye on the young father to make sure she was welcomed here.

"Thank you." Harry smiled tiredly and placed the now empty bottle on his desk and brought his baby up to his shoulder, after placing a towel on his shoulder and patted her back softly to make her burp. Caelyn hiccupped and then the next moment something warm and wet soaked the towel. "Good girl." He whispered and waved his wand to make the towel disappear.

"What's her name?" Narcissa asked, her eyes trained on the baby she wanted to see.

"I named her Caelyn." He replied and brought her back down. He glanced at the woman he considered his second mother. "Do you want to hold her?"

"May I?" Her face lightened up and she stretched out her arms, hugging the baby to her chest when Harry placed her in her arms. She looked down and blinked when she was met with rosy cheeks, a soft plump mouth, watery green eyes that were inherited from Lily and curly blonde hair. Blonde hair that was very familiar to her. The same shade she saw every time she looked at her own son. "When was she born?" She looked at Harry while she softly rocked Caelyn.

"Two days ago." He answered, his eyes fixated on his daughter. "At four fifty in the afternoon."

"She's beautiful." Narcissa smiled. "She has your eyes, but …"

"The hair from her father, yes." Harry completed her sentence brusquely.

"What did my son do?" She asked, fearful for the answer. You had to be nearly blind to not notice that the blonde hair was inherited from Draco. But how had this happened? Had her son put a spell on the baby while she was still in the womb to create the illusion that she was his child? If he had done that, was that the reason for his fight with Harry? Or … She didn't dare to think of the other possibility. That couldn't be true; her son wouldn't do that. Right? He could never do that. He wasn't like that.

"Draco did something that I can't forgive him." He replied stiffly. "And because I can't trust him anymore, I broke up with him."

"Did he …" She couldn't utter the dreaded words, desperately wishing it wasn't true.

Harry's silence was enough as an answer.

"I don't want to talk about it, Narcissa. It's in the past. I don't want to linger thinking about it. Just know that, while I don't trust him anymore, I don't want him to get hurt either, so that's why I didn't hand him over to the Ministry." He answered softly with a pained grimace.

"I'm so sorry, Harry. I can't believe he did that. I wouldn't hold it against you if you wanted to punish him." Narcissa said and swallowed. Her heart bled for the two boys. She still didn't know the full story and while she didn't want to lose her only son, she hadn't wanted Harry to get hurt either.

"It's in the past." Harry repeated with a sigh. "Please don't treat him different from now on. He needs you."

"You need me too." She said calmly. "That is, if you don't mind me coming over to visit you. I promise I won't take my son with me unless you specifically ask for him."

"You're her grandmother." Harry smiled softly. "I'm not going to keep you away from her."

She rapidly blinked the tears away that were threatening to fall down her cheeks. "Thank you." At that moment Caelyn started to struggle a bit and was moaning in protest. "I think she wants back to her daddy." She chuckled and laid the baby girl back into Harry's arms.

"Can I … can I tell him you gave birth?" She asked hesitatingly.

Harry seemed to freeze for a moment before his shoulders sagged down. "Yes, you can tell him. But I don't want to see him."

"Understood."

Draco sighed for the umpteenth time and stared out of the window. He wasn't getting any studying done. Again. Not surprising really. Even though he had thrown himself in his studying, he hadn't forgotten what week it was now. Somewhere this week Harry was supposed to give birth if the baby was on time. He wondered how his daughter would look like. Would she have his hair colour or eyes? Or Harry's? After whom would she take more? How long would Harry be in labour? Would he be in a lot of pain?

Not for the first time he wished he had lied instead. If he had lied, he could have been there with Harry, supporting him while he gave birth and he could see his daughter growing up. He knew he was lucky that Harry hadn't handed him over to the Ministry but he missed him so much. Every night he fell asleep after staring at the photos of them two together. The only thing that kept him going every day was the thought that maybe someday, Harry would be willing to talk to him again. Just talking would already be enough.

He sighed and looked at the untouched plate of food his mother had sent up. He felt guilty for hiding such a harsh truth from her, but he didn't want to lose her. She and his godfather were all he were left. Sure, he still had contact with his friends, but he didn't have a strong bond with them. Besides, they all had their own lives and worries now.

"Draco? I'm coming in." His mother's voice startled him and he nearly fell off his chair when his body jumped in reaction.

His mother entered the room, clad in a beige pants and soft white sweater. Her cheeks were rose and her eyes contained an excited glitter.

"Mother, have you been out?" Draco asked surprised and turned around to face her.

"Yes, I visited someone." She answered and took a seat on his couch.

"Oh, who?"

"Harry."

Draco froze. She had visited Harry? "H-How is he?"

"Good. Tired, but that's to be expected. Caelyn keeps him up at night, but that's something most do the first few months." Her icy blue eyes stared at him, her face blank.

His mouth felt dry. "Caelyn?"

"His daughter. She was born two days ago around four fifty in the afternoon. She's beautiful. The eyes of her daddy but the hair of her father."

He was a father. He had a daughter named Caelyn. His head felt light and his heart started beating wildly in his chest. His heart clenched at the thought that he would never see his baby girl.

"He doesn't want to see you." Mother broke through his thoughts.

"Did – did he tell you what happened?" Was this the moment his mother told him to get out of the house? Was this the moment she would show him how disgusted she was with him? He couldn't even blame her if she did that.

"No, he said it was in the past. But I have an idea as to what happened. I'm ashamed of you, Draco. I never thought you would do something like that." Her words were like the Cruciatus curse and he dropped his head, no longer able to look her in the face.

Soft footsteps echoed through the room and he winced when a soft hand gripped his chin and pulled his face up to look her in the eyes.

"I love you, Draco, you're my son. I'm not going to abandon you, but it hurts me that you did something like that to Harry. I don't know what went through your head that you thought that was the best solution and I don't think I want to know." She spoke softly. "I would punish you if that was possible, but I think that Harry leaving you is a punishment on its own already. I know you love him, Draco, but you brought this upon yourself."

She released his chin and walked over to the door. "Oh yes, Harry gave me something else." She said and placed something on his bed. "I want to see you tonight during dinner, it's time you stop hiding in your room. You can do nothing else but look forward now."

With those slightly cryptic words, she left the room and closed the door.

After long hesitating, Draco stood up and his trembling legs brought him to his bed. Taking a deep breath and swallowing the lump down that seemed to constrict his throat, he reached out and picked up the thin package. He opened it and his vision began to blurry when he saw what it was.

It was a photo of a tired looking Harry, sitting propped up against the pillows in his bed, holding their daughter against his chest. The Harry in the picture said something to the one taking the picture and then bent down to drop a kiss on their baby's forehead before looking at her with a tender smile.

The photo was pressed against his chest tightly as if to protect it and his head bowed, teardrops falling down on his sheets.

Whatever would happen in the future, he would make sure that he became something worthy of Harry's trust and love. And maybe someday, Harry would want to see him again and he would get to know his daughter.

AN2: So what did you think of it? Keep in mind that there will be no update next week (and possibly the week after that either) because I'm still working on the sequels. But you can be sure that two sequels of the three will contain a lemon :)

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