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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 List
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Chapter 16
Draco dressed languidly, pulling his navy sweater carefully over his perfectly combed hair, taking time to check his mirror once more to make sure his blonde locks were in perfect position. His thoughts wandered to Harry as usual as he smoothed the sweater over his enlarging stomach. Smiling broadly, he reached toward his bed to pick up his robe as Crabbe and Goyle barged into the room.
"Draco, we're going to be late if you don't......" Crabbe's statement faded as his mouth gaped at the sight, noticing Draco's weight gain.
"Well, stop staring you big dopes!" The angry Slytherin hastily pullis ris robe on as his two henchman continued to gaze at his stomach. "What is wrong with you two?"
Goyle's eyebrows came together as he attempted to contemplate the sight he had viewed, and as he stared harder, he could still very well notice the bulge under the robe. He blinked several times and opened his mouth, but closed it quickly.
Draco stepped closer to them, his lips curved evilly. "Well, spit it out!"
"Are you going to have a baby?" Goyle stammered, his forehead sweating under Draco's scrutinizing gaze.
"As in pregnant?" Placing a slightly trembling hand on his stomach, Draco swallowed, his anger fading to nervousness. Goyle was still looking at him as Crabbe stared at the far wall, his mind drifting around someplace else. His voice lowered significantly. "Yes, I am," he spoke, his voice rising as he continued. "And I do not want to hear any shit from,"
"Yes, sir," his bodyguard exclaimed, raising his hands defensively. "Congratulations."
Draco blinked rapidly as his hand instinctively rubbed over the baby's haven. "Do you mean that?" he whispered.
"Yes, sir." Goyle looked down at his half-friend heartily. "It must be an amazing experience for you."
Surprised, a goofy grin broke out on Draco's face. "I didn't know you knew words that big." He scratched the side of his face lightly and cleared his throat. "Well, thank you." He genuinely smiled towards both of them even though Crabbe was still out there. "You aren't weirded out, are you?"
Goyle waved his hands horizontally. "Not at all." He smiled softly back at Draco, grabbed his accomplis by the neck of his shirt, preparing to exit the room.
"Does anyone else know?" Draco blurted, stepping closer to them.
"Many of the girls had noticed and have been whispering around. They are rather excited that there is going to be a little Draco around. Most of them can hardly wait to beg you to hold it, cuddle it and pamper it." Goyle nodded as he turned to leave again and did so this time as Draco stood still and silent taking in the information he had been given. His classmates were excited, as least the girls were. He combed his hair once more before leaving with a huge smile on his porcelain face.
At the Malfoy Manor on this beautiful morning, Narcissa was awake, dressed and prepared for the breakfast with her husband and his Lord, even though it had only been a week since the last meeting. She had the houseelves prepare pancakes and toast with strawberry jam while she waited irritably on the bench beside the window adjacent the front door. She pulled her lacy pearl curtains back to look over the yard. Struggling not to smile, she thought of her son caring her grandchild, also son of the Boy-Who-Lived, a boy she had admired since he was born contrary to her wicked husband. Suddenly, she noticed the dark figure apparate onto the front lawn and she prepared herself for whatever schemes he had devised.
Lucius was animated to see the Dark Lord this morning. He greeted the hooded figure excitedly, eager to hear more of the plan. They settled at the dining table silently to eat breakfast and were quickly finished tt dot down to business.
Voldemort cleared his throat to ease his raspy voice. "Before we can go further with our planning, we need the exact date of the delivery. Narcissa, this is your opportunity to do good work for us. Write to your son and acquire as much information as possible."
Narcissa nodded and obliged, happily on the exterior and extremely sadly on the inside. Her husband reached over to her and ran a cold hand through her silky hair lovingly. As he flashed her an icy smile, she excused herself from the table.
The young lovers sat giggling at a table together in the Great Hall before they had to attend Potions. They were facing each other, one leg on each side of the bench, occasionally leaning forward to place soft kisses on each other's lips or face.
Draco's nose scrunched as he accidentally pictured what Harry had brought up again. He closed his grey eyes, strongly willing the image to disintegrate.
"Oh, Come on, Draco." Harry grabbed Draco's hands and tugged on his lightly.
"Where are we going?" spoke Draco as continued to tell the image to go away.
"I'm just going to keep bringing it up and joking about it." Harry laughed huskily as he pulled Draco closer to him.
The Slytherin opened his eyes finally and cocked his head towards the left. "I'm sure Hermione and Weasel would be happy to know their best friend keeps joking about their comical sexual encounter." He smirked.
"Hey," Harry spoke smugly, "I personally believe that sticking it in the wrong hole on your first time is hilarious."
Draco leaned forward and whispered against his lover's lips, "You are so evil", before he forced Harry to open his lips with his velvety tongue, engaging their mouths in a passionate action. Abruptly, they stopped as Hedwig suddenly appeared and squawked at them with a letter tied to her leg. Harry grumbled and untied the letter and promptly opened it. His face lit up as he read the short message. "It's from Dumbledore. Madam Pomfrey gave him the due date for the baby."
Eagerly, Draco tried to snatch the letter from Harry's grasp but failed. "Well, what is it?" As Harry smirked and shook his head horizontally, the Slytherin gave in and pouted, his bottom lip poking out adorably.
"Okay okay." Harry complied, not without kissing those pouting lips first.
As they parted, Draco grumbled. "I'll hex you if you don't tell me now." He raised an eyebrow inquisitively.
The Gryffindor smiled in retaliation to the threat. "It's March 1st."
That evening Draco had received his mother's letter and sat down to his desk to respond.
Dear Mother,
Harry, the child and I are doing perfect. We actually just found out the date today. It is March 1st. I am surprised that Harry and I didn't request the date earlier. Perhaps the sheer excitement of being pregnant made us forget the other things we need to know or buy for that matter. Harry's friend, Hermione, discovered a handy spell to change the color of clothing. So, no matter what color of clothing we buy before the birth, it can be changed to accommodate the child; which we still don'tknow the sex because we want it to be a surprise. It is time for some sleep now, and I can hear Harry entering the room under his invisibility cloak. Don't get any perverse thoughts.
Love,
Your son
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