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Punishment or a Gift	By : Darcie Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4720 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 15
Too soon, the majority of the school returned to Hogwarts from their relaxing and joyous holidays at home with their families. The building buzzed with gossip of Christmas gifts and drunk tales from New Year's Eve. Everyone was oblivious to the dark air looming around the great castle except for the two lovers and the three professors. Snape had even become twitchy at moments, giving Harry and Draco special glares during their potions class, which turned out to be an all-year course that year.
As always, Draco was the alpha and omega to class, while still performing amazingly in his studies, although concentration was becoming an issue as the time left counted down. Sometimes, like today, January eight, Draco would become frustrated, grab his head to press his fingertips to his temples as a headache droned on.
Harry would instantly become concerned, straining his neck to get a perfect view of his love and Hermione would softly rest a hand on his arm to remind him that he needed to settle down. Displeased, he would regain a normal composure, aware that he was obligated to not lose as many house points as possible.
Today, the slimy Slytherin Head of House slipped by showing some compassion for a student. He knew Harry was watching as he set down a tiny beaker of a indigo colored bubbling brew beside Draco while the other students worked feverishly on their quizzes. The Gryffindor sighed contentedly as the headache relieving potion did its magic on his lover.
The end of the class finally arrived, the two lovers naturally taking their time to pack up their things. Snape sat behind his desk, observing Harry gather his things quickly to aid Draco. He recalled Dumbledore mentioning this was the beginning of Draco's seventh month of pregnancy and the beginning of a dangerous battle. But today, he had some happy news for the both of them that would most definitely bring them even closer together by showing them what they were fighting for.
Draco burst out laughing from his seat as Harry pulled his lips away from the Slytherin's ear. Clasping his small hands over his mouth couldn't contain the eruption of laughter. "He put it in the wrong hole!"
"You should have seen the expression on her face as she entered the common room afterwards!" Harry exclaimed as he chuckled along with Draco's hysterical cackling. Snape suddenly stood, clearing his throat to get the attention of the two amused teenagers. The stopped quickly, with small snickers escaping from Draco's hand-covered mouth. "There is something the Head Master and Madam Pomfrey wish to do for you two this afternoon. So, if you would please cease your chuckling and follow me to the Hospital wing." Harry shrugged his shoulders as an answer and nicely pulled Draco along beside him, whose laughter was still getting the best of him.
A section of the Hospital wing had already been set up for the two as they entered behind their Potions professor. A wall of white curtains was separated as they approached, revealing a plush bed complete with silk sheets and a small mountain of pillows nearby. Draco stepped out from behind Snape and ran a hand over the sheets, marveling at the softness and sleekness he loved. "Well, what are we for?"
Dumbledore startled them as he stepped inside the curtains with Madam Pomfrey at his side. "Young Malfoy, this is where you will be giving birth to your child. We have accommodated according to your interest and set up the proper equipment as you see here." He waved a hand toward the table that stood next to the wall under a window, complete with the various scissors and other odd instruments that would be used.
The young Slytherin nervously swallowed and patted his stomach as he felt the warmth of Harry flush against him. "But, I'm only seven months along," he stuttered lightly. Pomfrey clasped her hands together excitedly. "Of course, darling, but we would like to show you what the baby looks like so far."
Harry placed his hands comfortingly on Draco's shoulders and gave them a squeeze. "Oh my god, Draco," he whispered into his love's ear, "we can see the baby."
The Headmaster stepped up beside a muggle machine and spoke a few charms and soon, it buzzed to life without the use of electricity. He turned to the young boys. "Poppy will prepare you for this while I step outside of the curtain." Smiling brightly, he exited the quarter as well as Snape who swiftly began his walk towards the dungeons.
Meanwhile, the elegantly dressed Malfoys were seated in their second dining room while their house-elves served warm honey flavored tea.
Lucius cleared his throat and raised his chin high and pointed it toward the Dark Lord, seated comfortably to his right. "I spoke with my son over the holiday season."
From within his hood, Voldemort sipped his tea, annoyed, suppressing his livid emotions. "Your words with your son aren't enough anymore." He growled lightly. "The next action we take is a direct attack. There will be two steps," he spoke harshly. "First, we eliminate if not at least disable Potter momentarily and then, we enter the school the moment Draco is about to deliver."
Narcissa inhaled sharply.
The Dark Lord continued as Lucius listened intently. "That child will be delivered into our hands. If we time perfectly, there will no way that boy could hold it in any longer without it becoming stillborn. He is a passionate boy and would die rather than to see his child die within him."
The elder Malfoy raised his tea cup and grinned. "Wonderful plan, my Lord."
"Now, I need you Mr. Malfoy to undress and put these on." The medi-witch handed Draco a very thin cotton shirt and cotton pants, each a pale pastel color and turned her back appropriately.
He made a disgusted face towards Harry, who snickered in return, as he discarded his robe, pants, sweater and finally his navy silk boxers to put on the highly unfashionable attire. With his clothes on the floor and the ugly hospital clothes on his body, he cleared his throat to get the medi-witch's attention.
She turned and smiled brightly. "Great! Now, lets hop up onto the bed and hopefully I will be able to work this contraption. It has been a few years."
Draco leaned back on the pillows and gazed at Harry lovingly yet nervous. "Harry?"
"Yes?" Harry stood still beside Draco, his fingers intertwining with those on Draco's left hand.
"This makes me nervous." He bit his bottom lip as Poppy returned her attention to him and proceeded to open a tube of some sort of gooey clear substance and extract some onto her hands.
"Lift your shirt, Mr. Malfoy, for me, please."
Draco complied and soon, she was rubbing the cool substance onto the swell of the stomach. "Whoa, that's cold!" He took a quick intake of breath as she applied more and he squeezed Harry's hand.
Harry leaned down and placed his mouth over Draco's, reassuring him with his tongue and the motion of his lips that everything would be fine. They parted as the buzzing of the machines increased in volume, Dumbledore entered and Poppy clicked an orange button that turned on a sort of television screen.
"Are we ready, Poppy?" the Head Master questioned joyfully. He looked at Harry's smiling face, and Draco's nervous gaze, who was cutting off all circulation to his boyfriend's fingertips but Harry didn't mind as he used his other hand to smooth down Draco's loose strands of blonde.
The medi-witch took hold of disk shaped object with a handle and placed it on Draco's stomach and began to move it around in circular motions. In seconds, a figure showed up on the screen and with a twist of a dial, the room was filled with a steady heartbeat, the heartbeat of their child.
Draco's grey eyes watered as Harry placed tender kiss after kiss upon his forehead and flushed cheeks as Poppy pointed out different body parts.
"And here's the head" she spoke as she pointed it out. "And here's its arms and legs. What a beautiful healthy child." She smiled heartily towards the boys and towards Dumbledore. "This is what we have to protect, Harry." Draco spoke softly and wiped a tear quickly from his face. He watched the image of his child on the screen intently. "It is so much more realistic now." Glancing down at his stomach and back up at the screen, he heard Dumbledore step closer.
"I knew this would give you two an opportunity to bring you even closer to your child and aid in the realization for what you are keeping from the Dark Lord." He nodded to both of them and Poppy before exiting, leaving the two boys reveling tamely about seeing their baby finally.
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