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Face Down	By : nekluvshp Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 37335 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Found
- 2-First Time
- 3-Friends?
- 4-Closer
- 5-Again
- 6-Holiday Gifts
- 7-Too Far
- 8-Loss
- 9-Gain
- 10-Coping
- 11-With Love
- 12-Recovering
- 13-Date
- 14-Willing
- 15-Consenting
- 16-Enjoying
- 17-Expecting
- 18-Parting Ways
- 19-Rescue
- 20-Epilogue
- 16
- 17
- 18
Well, it’s Update Thursday again. I haven’t finished chapter 18, but I’m working on. Some good news though, there is a possibility of a chapter 19. I haven’t reached my 2,000 word requirement for 18 yet, but with what I have in mind, there is a good chance that it’ll end up way longer than that. If it reaches 4,000 words, then you guys will probably get an extra chapter. You’ll know it about 2 weeks.

I’ve also started on the short sequel which was originally only going to be a one-shot but it looks like that’s going to be at least 2 chapters now. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not…

Just like several chapters before, this was beta’d by Shizumi!!!! Now please read, review, and enjoy!!!!!

Draco walked into the bathroom just as Harry was expelling what was left of his dinner into the toilet. “I thought you said you were better.” He said sternly as he knelt beside the sick boy.

“I was wrong?” Harry asked sheepishly before turning to vomit again but only ended up drying heaving.

“Or you lied because you don’t want to go to the damn infirmary.” Draco supplied.

“I hate it there.” Harry moaned and then continued, “It’s just a bug. It’ll go away on its own.”

Draco helped Harry to his feet once he was sure he wasn’t going to throw up again. “I don’t care if it is ‘just a bug’. You’ve been like this for almost a week. You’re going to see Madam Pomfrey tomorrow.” He ordered.

Harry rolled his eyes as he moved to the sink to rinse out his mouth. “What about class?”

“Don’t you think your health is just a tad more important than your grades?” Draco countered, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy. Harry crossed his arms and pouted.

“No.”

“Well I do. And I’d like to be able to kiss my boyfriend without wondering if he’s just thrown up or if I’m going to get sick too.” He responded and held Harry tighter.

Harry rested his forehead on the blonde’s collarbone. “Fine.” He grumbled and Draco squeezed him a little.

“Hey.” Draco softly said after a few moments of silence. He brought his hand to Harry's chin and tilted his head up so they were looking at each other. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He replied with a smile.

Draco kissed his nose before taking his hand and leaving the bathroom. He led Harry to the bed and made him sit down on it.

“Is your homework done for tomorrow?” He asked. Harry nodded. “Good. Because you’re going to bed now.”

“But I’m not tired.” Harry whined like a petulant child. He then contradicted himself by yawning. Draco just raised a brow. “All right fine… Mother.”

“Hey!”

Harry crawled up to what had become his side of the bed. “Stop acting like one and I won’t call you one.” Draco stuck his tongue out at him.

The raven happily snuggled under the covers but frowned when Draco got up and moved across the room.

“Hey, where’re you going?” He asked quietly.

Draco turned to look at him and replied, “To catch up on homework.”

Harry pouted. “But I’m sick. You’re supposed to stay over here with me.”

With an amused shake of his head, Draco made his way back to Harry and climbed into his side of the bed. “I’ll stay until you fall asleep. Will that make you happy?” He asked as he settled in behind the other boy.

Harry beamed and nodded.

~!~

“Mother fucker.” Those were the first two words that came to mind and then out his mouth when Harry saw the tip of the medi-witch’s wand start to glow a familiar shade of green.

“Watch your language, Mr. Potter.” She scolded.

“Yeah, yeah.” He replied as he dragged a hand through his messy hair.

Madam Pomfrey took the empty vial and went to her office, leaving the boy alone for a few minutes.

Harry flopped onto his back on the bed he was sitting on, arms spread out and his head hanging off the other side. “Mother fucker.” He repeated.

“Language!”

“Sorry.”

When he sat back up, the blood rushing from his head started making him dizzy. Nausea kicked in and he sped toward the bathroom to empty the contents of his stomach.

As Harry reemerged from the bathroom, Madam Pomfrey came out of her office. She gave him a sympathetic look of understanding before gesturing for him to sit on the bed he had vacated in his haste.

“I’ve just informed the headmaster of the situation.” She told him as she sat in a chair.

“Why?” Harry asked.

“You are a sixteen year old teenage boy, Harry, and this is the second time in less than a year I’ve discovered that you’re pregnant. Then there is also the fact that sex between students is against the rules, though not a rule that’s strictly enforced unless a teacher walks in on it.” She explained.

“Ok. So what now?”

“Now, we wait for Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Malfoy to arrive. Then, we’re going to explain to you how a male pregnancy works and answer any questions you may have.

“When we learned of your first pregnancy, it was very obvious you didn’t know it was possible and you were in shock. Because of that, I decided to wait until a later date when you had fully processed the information to explain it to you.

“However, the next time I saw you, you didn’t seem to have any questions or problems with what should have been a physical impossibility. I foolishly assumed your friend, Ms. Granger, had researched and explained everything to you. But when you… miscarried, I realized this was not the case, as you didn’t know I had to perform surgery on you. I won’t be making that mistake again.” Madam Pomfrey explained as they waited for the other two.

All Harry had to say to that was, “Oh.”

A few minutes later, two sets of hurried footsteps were heard in the corridor through the partially open door.

Harry swallowed thickly when the door was opened all the way and Professor Dumbledore walked in with Draco on his heels.

“Harry!” Draco exclaimed as he ran past the headmaster. “Are you alright?” He asked as he got to the brunette and tried to hug him.

Immediately, Harry pushed him away and shouted, “Don’t touch me!” Then he stood up to try and put some more distance between them.

“Harry, what’s wrong?” The blonde asked, still attempting to get close to his boyfriend… until Harry smacked him across the face.

Draco brought a hand to his stinging cheek and looked at Harry in confusion. “What… what was that for?” He asked softly. He wasn’t angry, just confused.

“Oh, you think that hurt? You’re fucking lucky I haven’t castrated you yet!” Harry seethed.

Draco blanched and subtly tried to cover himself just in case Harry decided to take a shot at his bits. “Why?” He asked in more of a squeak than he would care to admit.

“Because that…” He pointed at Draco's crotch, “… is what did this to me!”

“What did this…?” Draco trailed off and his eyes widened and flicked to Harry's stomach as the implications of what he said registered.

Without another word, Draco dropped to his knees in front of Harry and wrapped his arms around his thighs, holding him in place and pressing his forehead against the pregnant boy’s lower abdomen.

“You… you’re not mad?” Harry was shocked.

Draco tilted his head back enough so his mouth wasn't covered and replied, “Of course not. I love you! Why would I be mad?”

Harry sank to the floor as well. “Because you’re going to be a father before you’re even out of school.” He answered quietly, on the brink of tears.

“Didn’t you hear what I just said? I. Love. You. I don’t care that it’s sooner than I planned, as long as its coming from you, I’m happy.” Draco said softly and held Harry tightly against him.

“Really?” Harry asked with a sniffle.

Tilting Harry's head up, Draco's reply came in the form of a question, “Marry me?”

With a watery smile, Harry nodded and Draco gave him a sweet, chaste kiss.

“Congratulations, my boys!” Dumbledore practically cheered, reminding them that they weren’t alone. “But right now is not the time for celebrating. I believe there are some things we need to discuss with Harry.”

Draco helped Harry up and took him back over to the bed. They sat down, hands clasped, in front of the two chairs Madam Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore were occupying.

“What would you like to know first, Harry?” Pomfrey asked.

Harry thought about it for a moment. There were many questions he’d had back when he was pregnant the first time but there was one that really stuck out.

“How are men able to get pregnant?”

“That is an excellent question.” The headmaster started. “Let’s see… I think it was just over three centuries ago now that the heads of several pureblood families got together to discuss our slowly dwindling numbers. I believe the Potters and the Malfoys were among them actually.

“They were trying to come up with some way to help repopulate wizardkind without resorting to crossbreeding, that’s how they stated it, with muggles.

“Homosexuality wasn’t quite as accepted then as it is now, though more so than the muggle world, but they came to the conclusion that males should have the ability to bear children. It took several years, but they came up with a ritual that would make all future conceived wizards able to carry a child. Every little bit helps, that was their thinking.

“Now we have sperm banks and egg donation for the witch or wizard that wants a child but not a spouse.” It was a long answer and it stirred more questions in Harry.

“Can all wizards get pregnant? What about muggle-borns?”

“Muggle-borns can’t, unless they’re descended from a family that produced a squib and the gene is still carried in their bloodline. Some half-bloods can, some can’t. For example, your friend Mr. Finnegan or Professor Snape may not be able to because they have a muggle parent. However, it doesn’t matter if they prefer the fairer sex, now does it?” Dumbledore finished with a rhetorical question.

“I think we need to focus more on your pregnancy, Mr. Potter, not the history behind it.” Madam Pomfrey interjected before another question could be asked.

“Why was one of the charges against Ron ‘illegal termination of a pregnancy’? Why not just assault?” The medi-witch sighed. That’s not exactly what she meant.

“Harry.” He turned to his blonde boyfriend. “Because there are still so few of us, abortion is illegal in the wizarding world unless bringing the child to term poses a risk to the carrier’s health.” Draco explained.

“Oh.” Harry looked at Madam Pomfrey. “I suppose that’s why you didn’t ask if that was an option for me, not that it is.” He gave Draco a reassuring smile when he felt the other’s hand tighten around his own.

“That’s correct, Mr. Potter. Now, this conversation is not going in the direction I had intended.” She looked at the headmaster and then at Draco. “Albus, Mr. Malfoy, if you would please excuse us, I would like to give Harry a pre-natal exam.” The two men nodded and left; Dumbledore to his office since he didn’t really need to be there anymore and Draco to wait in the corridor.

After being poked and prodded in all of his private places, Pomfrey asked if he wanted to see the baby.

“Can Draco come back in?”

“Of course.” She said with a kind smile. Then she went to out to the corridor to retrieve the blonde father-to-be.

When they came back, Draco sat on the opposite side of the bed from where the medi-witch was working. He took Harry's hand as she pulled a blanket up over Harry's waist and pulled the hospital gown he had changed into off of his stomach.

“Before I do this, do you want to know what the baby’s gender is?” She asked, pointing her wand at Harry's abdomen.

Draco looked at his fiancé with a soft smile. “Whatever Harry wants.”

Harry returned the smile and squeezed the hand in his. “I want to be surprised.”

“Either way, I already know what it is.” Draco said smugly.

“Oh really? And how’s that?” Harry asked with a raised brow.

“Well it is a Malfoy and every Malfoy first born has been male for the past seven generations.” He replied seriously.

“It’s also a Potter. Just like with our hair, my genes might beat out yours. I hate to break it to you, babe, but dark wins over light.” Harry responded with a sarcastic sigh.

“Babe?”

Harry frowned. “What, you don’t like it?”

“No, it’s just that you’ve never called me anything like that before. And he could still have blonde hair.” Draco said, skimming his fingers over Harry's belly.

“Explain.”

“Its basic genetics. Your mother had red hair which means there is a fifty percent chance of you giving the child the red hair gene. I, only having blonde traits, can only give blonde. Blonde beats red, giving a fifty percent chance of our child being blonde.” Draco stated as if reading from a text book.

Harry looked at Madam Pomfrey. “He’s right, Harry.”

“So it’s fifty-fifty then. That doesn’t mean you win!” Harry said childishly and stuck his tongue out at the blonde.

“Boys!” She intervened before they could get anything further in their arguing. “Would you like to see your baby sometime this century?” Harry smiled almost blindingly and nodded.

With a wave of her wand and an incantation, a shimmering white light appeared over Harry's navel. In the middle of said light, was a darker image that looked like little more than a blob.

“Is that it?” Harry asked almost sadly.

Madam Pomfrey lowered her wand and the image faded. “I know its not much right now; it’s barely a quarter of an inch long. Just give it some time to grow and it’ll look like the child you’re expecting it to be.”

“So how far along is that?” The pregnant boy asked as he pulled the gown back down.

“About a month.”

“Wow. That… that would mean…” Harry stammered.

“The first time.” Draco finished with a squeeze of Harry's hand.

The medi-witch sighed. “You are a very fertile young man, Mr. Potter. I suggest starting on a contraceptive potion once this little one is born.” She said as she gathered up her equipment to put it away.

“And by suggest you mean…?”

“I’ll pour them down your throat if I have to.” She stated with a wry smile. Then she went to her office to take care of the supplies.

“I highly doubt it’ll come to that.” Draco said. “I think we’d both agree that the next one will be planned.”

“N-next one?” Harry stuttered in disbelief.

“You don’t want more?” The blonde replied just as incredulously.

Harry stared nervously as his hands. “I do… I just didn’t think that you…” The raven trailed off.

With a sigh, Draco slid down so he was lying next to Harry and pulled the smaller boy tightly against him. “If this is the only one you want, it is the only one we’ll have. If you want fifty children, one way or another, we will have fifty children.” He said with conviction.

“Well, maybe not fifty, three or four might be nice though.” Harry said softly. “But I’m holding you to that if I ever change my mind.” He added with mock sternness.

Laughing, Draco simply said, “Ok.”

When Madam Pomfrey returned, she was carrying a bag. She set it down on the bedside table, opened it, and pulled out a potion. “These are nutrient potions. They’re designed specifically for pregnant women, or in this case pregnant man. You only have to take one every other morning and there should be enough to last you the next few weeks.” She explained. “It’s not very common for students to get pregnant anymore so I’ll have to order you a full supply from St. Mungo’s.”

“How bad do they taste?” Harry asked as he looked at the rather sickly green potion.

“Not as good as the pregnancy test potion but not nearly as bad as skelo-grow.” She replied with a nostalgic smile and handed him one to take right then.

“Do you have kids?” He asked as he took it from her.

Despite its color, it didn’t taste too bad. It almost had a chalky flavor to it. She took the empty vial back and replied, “Two. But they’re all grown-up now and have kids of their own.”

“That’s nice. Can I go now?”

The medi-witch closed the bag with a snap. “Yes, you may. But I’d like to see you again at the end of the month and then again before you leave for the summer. We’ll talk then about your appointments during break.” She hand the bag to Draco and headed to her office. “I’m sure the two of you might want to spend some time alone, so I’ll inform your teachers that you won’t be attending the rest of your classes today.

“Thank you.” They replied together.

They two new parents-to-be spent the rest of the day cuddled up in bed caressing and talking to Harry's stomach.
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