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Dragon Blood	By : Aline Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 55990 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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*Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all the characters from it doesn’t belong to me, they belong to J. K. Rowling, I’m not gaining anything but fun from writing this.

Author’s note: I actually have more chapters written, but I don’t have time to capture them. I need a secretary L

Chapter 16. A complex situation.

The next day Draco and Harry sat silently at the kitchen table. Neither of them had wanted to go down, but Mrs. Weasley had gone personally to their room to fetch them. She had assured Harry that she didn’t blame him for anything and that she wasn’t going to force him into any arrangement. Whatever Harry wanted to do about “the situation” she was going to respect and support his decision. Harry was very grateful to her. For the moment he really didn’t want to even think about what had happened. He needed more time to come to terms with it. Molly had said it was all right, but all the same she had insisted on Harry getting down for breakfast, and the boy consequently had dragged Draco with him.

The blond was eating his fruit in silence. He had been a bit nauseous when he had woken up, but fortunately it had receded. The fact that Harry was back in the house and had actually slept in the same room had done wonders for him. He no longer felt tired or cranky and Sally had cushioned him all night, which meant that his magic was not in danger of depletion anymore.

He and Granger were sitting at both sides of Harry. The bushy-haired girl had glared daggers at Ginny when the girl had attempted to sit in front of the boy. Ginny had glared in return and had looked sadly at Harry, who had pointedly ignored her. The twins had moved her to another seat and then had sat themselves in front of Harry and Hermione. Since then, everyone had focused in the food with the occasional odd inconsequential comment.

It went fairly well, until Molly put a plate of scrambled eggs in front of her daughter. The girl turned green, and hurriedly got out of the kitchen. She returned a while later, and asked only for toast and tea. She looked at everyone’s breakfast with a disgusted face.

“You could at least be considerate and eat something else. Or let me eat in my room.”

“Ginny, there’s no reason for you to not share the meals with us.” Said Molly. The rest of the youngsters stayed silent, not wanting to contradict her. They knew that the troubled mother was stubbornly ignoring the fact that it would be quite hard for the household to coexist with Ginny from there on.

Fred shrugged and commented:

“Anyway, you always liked scrambled eggs. There’s no reason for us to stop eating them just because you have an upset stomach today.”

Ginny glared murderously at her brother and snapped at him.

“You are a moron Fred. I don’t have an upset stomach! I have morning sickness! I’ve been having it for a while now, but of course none of you have noticed it!”

Draco looked at the girl with mild curiosity. Morning sickness? What the hell was that? He remembered that the girl had been arriving late for breakfast lately, and barely touching it. And she had been mixing her food with chocolate, which he had thought odd, but he had not given it much attention. George took the place of his twin and answered his sister.

“Ah, yes. That’s why you have been throwing up for a week now in the mornings. I remember I asked you if something was wrong and you told me to mind my own business. So I don’t see why I should be mindful of what you can’t eat now.”

“Why you…!”

Ginny was about to throw her toast to her brother’s head, but her mother stopped her just in time.

“Please! George, Fred, be nice to your sister. She’s going to have a rough time for breakfast as it is. Morning sickness is something every pregnant woman has to tolerate.”

Draco was in awe. Was he supposed to experiment that too? He had been feeling queasy and a bit nauseated in the mornings, but hadn’t actually thrown up. It usually disappeared with breakfast.

“Everyone?” Asked Hermione, automatically putting herself into lecture mode. “I had read that it’s not a requirement. There are many symptoms and not every woman presents them all.”

“Yeah, well. There are some lucky women that don’t experiment morning sickness, even a few very, very lucky ones that never feel any discomfort at all. Not the back aches or dizziness or headaches. But it’s quite rare.”

Gods. Malfoy hoped that he was a rare case. Duh… Ok, he was already a rare case. Maybe because of that he would be spared any more pains?

Kreacher approached him at that moment to give him his tea. The boy took it and then looked at the cup’s contents for a second. The elves always left a glass of water beside his bed, saying that it will help him for the mornings. Actually, the elves were taking great care in being them the ones that served Malfoy his meals.

Mmmm…

Well, whatever the little creatures were doing, he wasn’t about to complain.

Ginny continued to protest that they should be more considerate to her. And if they weren’t going to make an effort and help her, she’d better stay in her room. Mrs. Weasley was already pretty distressed because she had in fact forgotten how bad morning sickness could be. Just when she was about to start sobbing in frustration, there was the noise of footsteps outside the kitchen. Soon the door opened and in came Madam Pomfrey. She looked sternly at everyone’s breakfast and seemed to approve. Then she focused on the ginger-haired girl.

“Miss Weasley, as soon as you’re finished I want to do a check up on you. You too Mr. Malfoy.”

Draco palled dramatically. What had he done to attract the attention of the mediwitch? He was about to protest, but Ginny beat him to that.

“Why? I’m in perfect health…”

“Ginevra.” Interrupted Mrs. Weasley. “I asked Madam Pomfrey to come because I want you to take better care of yourself now. She can do many recommendations and…”

“So, you want to make sure that I’m telling the truth? You don’t believe me?” Snapped Ginny, completely shocking her mother.

“I didn’t say that Ginny, I’m assuming you’re telling the truth and I want you checked by a mediwitch, like every pregnant woman is.”

“So you can do something to prevent it? Sorry mother, that’s not going to happen!”

Now everybody was speechless, and looking at Ginny with wide incredulous eyes. Mrs. Weasley finally stuttered.

“W-what?”

“I’m not a fool mom! In a week it’ll be one month of my pregnancy, and any induced abortion would be illegal. I’m not giving any of you the chance to ruin this! Not this time mom!”

She hurriedly circled the table and ran out of the kitchen, leaving a confused family gaping after her. Slowly everyone started to blink and try to recover.

“Well… what the fuck?” Stated Fred. Mrs. Weasley suddenly broke down crying.

“Oh, my Merlin! I don’t know what’s gotten into her! Someone tell me what I could have done wrong?!”

Madam Pomfrey ushered the youngsters out of the kitchen, and then sat at the distraught mother’s side. Trying to give the woman some comfort.

The twins marched towards their sister’s room and tried to yell some sense into her. When, after a few minutes of fruitless shouting, they were attempting to take down the door, McGonagall appeared out of nowhere, and ordered them to leave the girl alone. The boys snarled one more time at the closed door, and retired to their room to do more productive things.

Harry, Hermione and Draco stayed at the library discussing the events. They were highly concerned for Molly. It looked like Ginny was really loosing it. Well, Harry and Hermione were concerned; Draco was glad that everyone seemed to have forgotten about him. However, he had breathed too soon, because barely half an hour later McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey were at the library’s door, looking for him.

“There you are Mr. Malfoy. Please come to your room, we have to do a check up.”

The three teenagers looked at the two women in askance. Draco tried to control the nervousness in his voice and asked.

“Why? I’ve been feeling ok. I have been doing my potions. My magic is fine. There haven’t been any more accidents.”

Harry was about to ask if something wrong had happened while he wasn’t around, but McGonagall spoke before he had the chance.

“Mr. Malfoy, we are concerned about the repercussions that Miss Weasley’s careless stunt with the lust potion might have had.”

At that Potter went bright red, and looked at the floor. He still felt ashamed over the whole incident. Hermione looked puzzled at the two women, and Malfoy gaped at them while trying to imagine why they would be concerned about that.

“But… I didn’t take any potion. Harry did. Besides, it has been more than a month, and I’m fairly well.”

McGonagall looked at him sternly.

“Young man, there are certain circumstances that make this check up necessary. The instability of your magic is not the only thing to be worried at.”

Draco almost fainted. Did they know something about his pregnancy? How could that be? Neither of them had a dragon-bond. Moody had been present every time he had needed a check up. Granted, he didn’t know exactly what Moody had done, but he was sure as hell that he wouldn’t have spilled the secret. Granger looked at him with interest while Harry started to get worried.

“B-but…”

“No buts Mr. Malfoy. Let’s go to your room, please.”

Draco didn’t know what to do. He stood on shaky legs and nervously followed Madam Pomfrey into the hall. There, realizing that McGonagall had stayed behind, he quickly called Dobby and sent him to look for Moody.

Meanwhile, Harry had stopped the Gryffindor professor. He was anxious and started to get pretty much annoyed. He just knew that there was something that they weren’t telling him.

“Professor, what exactly is wrong with Draco?”

Minerva pressed her lips tightly. She had known that it had been a bad idea to let the Malfoy boy stay, but for some reason Alastor had been specially interested in having the blond at hand. She knew that they should have at least informed the rest of the teenagers of Malfoy’s unique situation, but Remus and Molly had not agreed. And well, actually no one had ever expected that something like THIS would happen! Sometimes she felt like wriggling Molly’s children’s necks!

Still, there was no need to jump to harsh conclusions. After all, there was no way to know if the boy’s new anatomy was actually functional. She fervently hoped not.

“There’s nothing you should worry about for now Mr. Potter. Madam Pomfrey just needs to check if Mr. Malfoy’s levels of magic weren’t disturbed by the event. He is in a critical moment of his life and whatever the Death Eaters did to him is not making things easier. He is specially sensible.”

Harry frowned and started to feel unease, but Hermione only looked confused.

“But professor, as Malfoy was saying, it has been a month and a half. If his magic had suffered any disturbance we would have noticed by now.”

“Still, it doesn’t hurt to be sure. Now wait here, it wouldn’t take long.”

She hurriedly walked out of the library before the young witch started to ask more questions. Hermione looked at her retreating figure with a frown on her face. Something was not right. Harry turned towards her and asked:

“What do you think Hermione? Could I have hurt him that much?”

“Of course not Harry! If his magic had been in someway compromised, which by the way I highly doubt could be possible, it would have shown right away! Remember when Ginny hexed him? The reaction was immediate! There’s no way that more than a full six weeks had passed by with absolutely nothing happening if his magical core had destabilised again!”

“Oh. Well then, what do you think is happening?”

“I don’t know. But they must be worried, McGonagall even had a hard time making up such a lame excuse for not to tell us.”

They decided to wait in the parlour for news. They had tried to do so right in front of Harry’s and Draco’s room, but they had found out that Mad Eye had arrived and had warded the entire hall. Harry started to get angry at all the secrecy. He should know what happened in his own house! The twins assured him that there had been nothing out of the ordinary as they had been spending a lot of time with Malfoy. He wasn’t sure he entirely liked that, but he reasoned that it was good that they were looking out for Draco. That meant that they had accepted the boy. But the adults were acting like they were still bloody children! He needed to know what was the problem, so he could help! It was infuriating!

Harry could feel when the wards were lifted and immediately ran to intercept Moody and McGonagall. The elder witch was positively fuming. She glared as Mad Eye quickly explained the youngsters that there was nothing wrong with the blond, but that Madam Pomfrey was going to be checking him constantly to be on the safe side. Both of them refused to answer more questions and flooded out of the house.

Madam Pomfrey and Mrs. Weasley had attempted to talk with Ginny, but the girl had stubbornly refused to let them inside her room. She had convinced herself that no one wanted her pregnant and that her own family was conspiring to take away her child and her future. So, when Harry and the others found the two elder witches, Mrs. Weasley was crying inconsolably and they didn’t have the heart to ask her for more details.

Pomfrey however took Harry and Hermione aside while the twins attempted to calm their mother. She explained to them that Malfoy was not to do any strenuous activity. Even when the boy looked fine his core had sustained some kind of damage, and his magic was been somehow drained from him. Harry was immediately anxious, but Hermione asked how it could have happened. The mediwitch pressed her lips together. She mentioned that she was not really sure what had been done to the Slytherin boy, but his body was reacting in strange ways. It was necessary that they kept a close watch on Malfoy, and informed the adults of any problem that may present itself. Both teenagers promised to do so, Hermione still not very convinced. She knew that there must be something more. But she let it be. Madam Pomfrey left as soon as she checked on Mrs. Weasley one last time without better results.

Finally, Harry went to his room to check on Malfoy while Hermione tried to figure things out in the library.

He found the Slytherin sitting on an armchair, looking into space without moving a muscle while Kreacher tried to coax him to drink some tea. Harry scowled at the unhappy figure, but still marched decidedly towards the boy and put himself on his line of vision, forcing the blonde to acknowledge him. Draco looked up at him, but almost immediately averted his eyes. Harry sighed in frustration and told Kreacher to leave the tea and go. Once the elf was gone, the blond decided to speak.

“So, now that I’m useless would you still want me around?”

Harry’s eyes widened a fraction, and he approached the boy anxiously.

“What?”

Malfoy sighed and shook his head despairingly.

“I’m not going to repeat myself Potter! Just save the pity!”

Harry narrowed his eyes. He had caught on that Draco called him by his surname whenever he was nervous or deeply distressed. Frankly, given Poppy’s news Harry could sympathize with the blond, but he refused to let him sank into depression.

“Listen Draco, you’re not useless. You help us a lot with the training and the potions.”

The blond looked at him curiously, as if trying to know if Harry was making fun of him.

“You mean McGonagall didn’t tell you?”

Harry blinked in confusion.

“McGonagall? What’s she have to do with it? She was in a hurry to go.”

“I’m surprised. She was most vocal in her statement that I shouldn’t be here.”

The Gryffindor gaped at him, and immediately huffed.

“What? Why would she…? Oh, you know what? Forget about her. I don’t know what she has against you, but you’re staying here! Besides, there’s nothing wrong with you helping us. Madam Pomfrey only said that you are not to do anything too tiring, which you already do anyway, and that we should keep tabs on your magic, but that’s all. There’s no reason for you to go.”

Draco sighed. If Harry only knew. Maybe he will be the first to send Malfoy away if he knew the truth. As it was, things were getting out of control. The Slytherin boy was waiting for the moment when it all will fall apart. For now, it seemed like Madam Pomfrey had not informed Potter of everything she had found.

“Did the mediwitch tell you about my core?”

“Yes, she said that your magic is draining and that it could be very dangerous.”

“And because of that it’s not safe for me to be near a potions lab. So, I’m not brewing anymore.”

Harry scowled.

“She didn’t mention that.” He thought for a moment and then looked at the blond again. “But still, that’s no reason for you to feel useless, much less for you to be gone. You still can help us with the research and the dark spells, or growing potions ingredients in the garden. There’s plenty for you to do.”

Draco bit his lip nervously, and thought about telling Harry that he was not supposed to do any gardening, as Pomfrey had catalogued it as hard work. She had also put Draco on a strict diet to provide enough nutrients for an army, and had passed a list to the house elves with the food he needed. “In any combination he likes.” She had said. The blond decided that there was no need to give more information to the Gryffindor. The boy could start asking more questions; besides, Draco already had enough fussing around him to last a lifetime.

“Ok, but McGonagall said…”

“Don’t worry about her. I know that she is distrustful of Slytherins right now, but you have changed. I trust you, and this is my home anyway. It’s just fair that I get to say who stays in here.”

Draco wondered if it was only the dragon’s magic influence what was making Harry act the way he was acting, or if the boy would still insist in providing a safe place for Draco for his own volition. He decided that he probably would never know anyway, so it was useless to press the issue.

“Fine. But I don’t want to be close by when you and McGonagall settle this.”

Harry smiled, feeling more at ease now.

Having settled the immediate problem, they spent the rest of the day studying in relative peace with Hermione.

&&&&&&&&

Remus hated to be around pregnant people. The wolf felt restless and strangely protective at the same time. Its territorial instincts were completely awake and it was constantly trying to reassert its place in the pack. This made Remus irritable and nervous. It was even worse if the parents of the non-born were not considered part of the pack. Then the wolf felt challenged, and was in constant alert, ready to display aggressiveness at the minor provocation. Lupin hated to have an alpha wolf. He had to be fighting the instincts that were trying to force him to go straight to the source of his discomfort, and either acknowledge the new member of the pack or terminate the nuisance. It was not conductive to proper social behaviour.

It was only a day since he had returned to Grimmauld place, and already he was going nuts. It didn’t help that McGonagall had taken upon herself to inform him of everything that had happened on his absence. The first impulse of the werewolf had been to feel guilty for not been there when Harry had clearly needed him. Then he had had to restrain himself, so he won’t tear Ginny Weasley apart. Besides that, the smell of pregnancy was pushing him to the edge. The full moon had just been a couple of days before, and the wolf simply refused to let go of consciousness entirely. He really needed to find a way to block it or he was not going to be capable of living in headquarters.

That day, Lupin was trying to have a conversation with Harry, but frankly he felt like he understood only half of what the boy was saying. Apparently his cub was trying to apologize for Tonks’ death. It beat Remus the reason why Harry should feel guilty about that.

“Listen cub, it’s alright. I mourn Tonks, but you have no reason to think that it was your fault.”

“But… the trap. If I had stayed home…”

“Harry, we are in a war. You felt the need to go help your loved ones and acted like your heart told you to. There would always be a trap waiting for us. Each fight we fought could be our last one. We all know this. You don’t have to feel responsible for every single person that dies.”

Harry looked downcast, and Remus pulled him into a tight embrace.

“I’m sorry for having disappeared like that cub. I know you have had a hard time.”

“It’s been a mess Remus!” Harry regretfully let go of his putative godfather and started to fret. “I’m trying to focus on my training and the studies that Mrs. Weasley wants us to do, but I can’t help worrying!”

Lupin sighed. He had had a long talk with Moody about the situation in the house. All the mess that Ginny had created, and her obsession with Harry had resulted to be an unending fountain of problems. Remus could not believe that the young witch had been so stupid. Even taking such risk as brewing a pregnancy potion herself! Poor Harry didn’t need more pressure right now.

“And even worse! I don’t want to even look at Ginny, but I’ll have to speak with her sooner or later because she refuses to let Madam Pomfrey see her, even when she’s already five weeks pregnant! And Molly says that can’t be good for the baby and she refuses to go to St. Mungo’s! I don’t like the idea of her being pregnant; I don’t want to have nothing to do with that child! But at the same time I think that… well, Mrs. Weasley is so upset, and… actually it’s not the baby’s fault… But I just don’t want to be near her! What I’m going to do?”

Remus looked perplexed at his godson for a moment, and remembered McGonagall’s complains about the same issue. In his talk with Alastor he had not mentioned his concerns about the red-haired girl. He had been concentrated on the Malfoy boy, considering that situation to be the most important. He had to do something to correct this, Harry and the others needed to know what he thought. He was about to speak when Bill Weasley suddenly entered the study and interrupted them.

“Bill! What are you doing here?”

“Mr. Lupin… The Death Eaters… You-know-who has found out the Ministry’s location!”

“What?!”

“We can’t reach them sir!”

The three men hurried to the parlour of the house, where the twins were stopping an almost hysterical Molly.

“Remus! Remus! We have to hurry!”

“No Molly, no! You wait here! I’ll contact Moody and Shacklebolt. Together we’ll find the way to the Ministry.”

“But Remus, Percy!”

“It’s no use you getting out of headquarters if you can’t find a way to help! Wait here Molly, I’ll contact you as soon as possible.”

Bill and Remus flooed out of the house, leaving Harry and the twins to calm Molly down.

&&&&&&&&

It was evident that there were no survivors. The entire area was no more than crumbled buildings and extinguished fires. The muggle police was trying to keep people out of the disaster zone. No one knew what had happened, but the firemen believed that it had been a gas explosion. They refused to tell the masses of the possibility of a terrorist attack. That would only create panic.

Remus and Mad Eye stood in the middle of it all. The disillusionment charms were hiding them from the muggles. They had been unable to find Shacklebolt, and they couldn’t arrive in time to help. Not that it would have mattered. If they had breached the wards sooner they’ll probably be dead too. The Ministry of Magic was no more. They should have known that something like this was coming. After all, it was Halloween.

The next day the wireless and the Prophet announced the Dark Lord Voldemort as the leader of Wizarding Brittain.
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