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Peverell's Children	By : Zakaira Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Author’s Note: Thank you everyone for all of the reviews! I'm back from my trip! The wedding was beautiful and updates will now go back to their regular schedule.

            “Okay.” Draco pressed his finger into a round structure. It felt like a little round nub of flesh, with a bit of a dip in the middle. “Shite,” Draco said as he realized what it was and pulled his figure out. Sure enough there was more blood and more of the thin film on his finger. “We need to go see Professor Snape.”

            “Yeah, I’ll go to my detention after dinner,” Harry replied.

            “No, I mean right now. He needs to see this. He needs to fix it,” Draco tried to explain.

            Harry looked down at Draco’s hand and saw the blood. It was just like his finger had been and barely had any blood, so he wasn’t too worried. “It feels fine now,” he said.

            “Yes, but it’s not fine. We need Professor Snape,” Draco insisted.

            “Okay, but why?” Harry asked getting up and putting his school robes and pants back on.

            “Because you’re a Peverell wizard. It must be diluted. I didn’t notice it because your dick’s so small, but you just popped your cherry.”

            “What?”

            “You have a cervix in your arse. There was a film around it, but it just broke. That’s why it hurt and why you bled and why there are these bits of film on my finger,” Draco explained, holding up his finger for Harry to get a closer look.

            “Okay. Why don’t you just wash it off and then we’ll go tell Snape?”

            “No, I want him to see. I can go like this in these pajamas. Just put my robes in my school bag and we can go,” Draco said getting up and finding his shoes. He slipped his shoes back on, without tying them, and waited for Harry.

            “Why is it such an emergency? Why are you so freaked? You’re the one who has known about this Peverell shite all along, not me. I should be the one freaking out, not you,” Harry said.

            “It’s the medical thing, alright,” Draco tried to explain.

            “The one the babies need fixed? I’m fine. Whatever it is, I didn’t get it, because no one ever noticed.”

            “Do you poop?” Draco asked.

            “What?”

            “Just answer the question Potter, do you poop?”

            “Yeah, everyone poops Draco,” Harry replied not getting where Draco was going with this.

            “Well it’s dangerous for poop to get in your cervix. Now that the film is gone, your feces will get in there the next time you need to go. It’ll cause an infection. When I was born, it was noticed, and a healer permanently charmed my excrement to vanish just before it hits my colon. I’ve never pooped. Now you have three choices, we can go to Professor Snape, who’s head of Slytherin house where all the wizards are Peverells. I know for a fact that he can and has performed the charm. Or we can go to Madam Pomfrey, who might know, but doesn’t handle the queer students, so she’ll probably just refer you to Dumbledore. Or, we can go straight to Dumbledore and explain to the headmaster that I just had my finger up your arse. You may be on that kind of terms with him, but I’m certainly not. He’ll probably expel me for touching you and then refer you back to Professor Snape, because Dumbledore’s not medically qualified.”

            While Draco ranted, Harry put on his shoes and socks, finishing up his outfit. “Why don’t we go to my head of house then? Professor McGonagall probably gets this kind of thing all the time if Snape does. I bet all the Gryffindor students are sent to her.”

            “And she refers them along to Professor Snape. Trust me, I’m a prefect, I’ve been privy to his rants about how the other heads of house dump the Peverell wizards off on him. ‘I am not simply in charge of my own house full of pureblooded brats, but all the pureblooded brats in the entire school,’” Draco quoted.

            “Oh…so you think we should go see Snape?”

            “Yes. It’s almost dinner time, so if Professor Snape isn’t in his office, then I’ll wait there and let you go fetch him from the Great Hall,” Draco said, as they walked from the hut towards the door to the room of requirement.

            “Um, alright, but why don’t I check my map to see where he is?” Harry asked pulling out the Marauder’s map from his backpack.

            “What kind of map is that?” Draco asked.

            “It’s a map of the school. My dad and Sirius and some of their friends made it back when they went here. It shows where everyone is. See there?” Harry asked pointing to a Snape labeled dot in Snape’s office. “That’s Snape in his office. But the hallways are already crowded with students, and we probably shouldn’t be seen together. Let me put my invisibility cloak on and I’ll follow you.”

            “Yes, grab your bag, put your cloak on, and let’s go,” Draco instructed. He had his bag on his shoulder already and he was itching to get going.

            And so Harry, without dinner mind you, grabbed his backpack, threw on his invisibility cloak, and held the door to the room of requirement open for Draco. Draco walked out the open door, heading downstairs, passed the thong of student heading into the Great Hall for dinner.

            “Hi Draco,” Blaise said falling into step beside Draco and not seeing Harry. “What’ve you been up to today? Why’re you wearing pajamas and a muggle shirt?”

            “I got a rip in my robes. I had these in my bag from visiting mother. They’re new; she just gave them to me,” Draco lied, but he thought it was a pretty good lie. It covered why Blaise wouldn’t have seen them before and why he had them on him. If Blaise asked why his mother got him such ugly clothes, he would blame her staying at Potter’s house…No, that wouldn’t do, he couldn’t mention Potter, because no one knew mother was at Potter’s. They didn’t even know she had been captured by the Dark Lord, just that she was away and now had returned…Maybe she got the ugly clothes on her trip…

            “You just ran out on lunch,” Blaise said.

            “I wasn’t hungry for sandwiches and I realized I had something more to discuss with my mother. I went to visit her and had a big meal with her. Now I’m on my way down to talk with Professor Snape,” Draco replied, hiding his bloodied finger by his side in his robes.

            “You’re not going to dinner either? What is with you lately; every meal you’re either stuffing your face or not eating at all,” Blaise commented as they continued down.

            “I’m still full from all of mother’s sweets she had for me. We just had tea with biscuits and cheesecake.”

            “Well suit yourself then; I’m going to dinner. I’ll see you in the common room later,” Blaise said, turning with the rest of the students towards the Great Hall.

            Draco, on the other hand, continued down to the dungeons and Snape’s office. He wasn’t sure if Harry was still with him, but knew that even if they got separated, Harry would catch up eventually. He reached Professor Snape’s office and knocked on his door right when Harry appeared beside him, throwing off his invisibility cloak.

            “Come in,” Professor Snape called from inside his office.

            Draco let Harry open the door and then followed him inside.

            “You’re early Mr. Potter. Didn’t you want to go to dinner first?” Snape asked.

            “Um, no. Draco has something he wants to talk to you about,” Harry answered.

            “Well Mr. Malfoy? Why would you be walking the halls, where anyone can see you, with Mr. Potter? Hmm?”

            “We weren’t seen together; he used his invisibility cloak,” Draco replied.

            “Ah yes, Mr. Potter’s blanket permission to not obey school rules cloak,” Snape replied coldly.

            “Yes, that one exactly,” Draco replied.

            “Well get on with it. What was so important that you missed dinner and risked being seen together, in order to tell me?”

            “Harry’s a Peverell wizard. He’s never been treated and I just touched him! And now we need you to cast that charm on him,” Draco blurted out.

            “Calm down Mr. Malfoy. Surely Mr. Potter would have had the charm performed on him at birth. He probably just did not realize it,” Professor Snape replied.

            “No, I asked him. He said he poops. His dick is really tiny too, so no one ever noticed it,” Draco replied.

            “Hey! My cock is just fine thank you very much,” Harry replied indignantly.

            “Then Mr. Potter most likely didn’t inherit the Peverell traits,” Snape replied.

            “No, he’s got the cervix. Look,” Draco said, thrusting his bloody finger at Professor Snape. “He bled and there’re bits of a membrane and I felt a nub of flesh that must’ve been his cervix.”

            “Calm down Mr. Malfoy. Is all of this true Mr. Potter?” Snape asked.

            “Yes sir,” Harry replied.

            “Alright then. Congratulations on your inheritance, I’ll just perform a very complex charm on you to vanish your excrements, and then get you a gift basket. Lie down on the examination table over there,” Snape said, pointing to an examination table.

            Harry had always wondered what the black examination table was doing in the corner of Snape’s office, but he had never dared to ask. Now he thought it might be for Peverell wizards.

            “Pull up your robe Mr. Potter to expose your abdomen,” Professor Snape instructed.

            “Do I have to?” Harry objected to letting Snape see his pants. He wished he had put pajamas back on, like Draco was wearing.

            “Yes, just do it Harry,” Draco said, coming over to his side with his school bag. “Here, you can cover your legs with my robes.” Draco pulled his robes out of his bag and helped Harry use them to cover his legs.

            “Believe me when I say, I have no interest in seeing you or any of my other students with their robes up. I would prefer it if all Peverell wizards were treated at birth,” Professor Snape said.

            “Alright, just do it,” Harry replied, reaching for Draco’s hand to hold for support.

            Professor Snape walked up to the exam table and began touching Harry’s abdomen. “I am going to start by checking to make sure your organs feel as they should. If you are a Peverell, then I should be able to feel a uterus, which I do, right here. It feels normal. And your intestines shouldn’t have any sort of blockage, or there could be additional complications,” Professor Snape explained as he pushed into Harry’s stomach. “Everything seems in order, so I’m going to perform the charm now. It’s long and complicated, so please stay silence and do not move until I am finish.”

            “Alright,” Harry said, looking at Draco and trying not to focus on what Snape was doing. He was nervous that it was Snape, not Madam Pomfrey, performing the charm.

            Professor Snape pointed his wand into Harry’s abdomen and spent a good ten minutes setting the charm in place and checking to make sure it was working correctly. When everything was in order, he took a step back and said, “You may sit up and pull your robes down now. I will just get your gift basket and be right back.”

            “I thought he was joking about the gift basket,” Harry told Draco as he sat up and adjusted himself.

            “No, there’s a gift basket. That potion you wanted is included,” Draco replied, helping Harry up and taking his own robes back. He threw them on over-top of the pajamas.

            “Here you are, Mr. Potter,” Snape said returning from his store rooms with two large gift baskets tied with shiny blue ribbons. He sat one down and handed the other over to Harry. “Now if you would just open it and take the magenta colored potion in front of me, then you should be all set. The headmaster can answer any questions you may have at your scheduled meeting tomorrow.”

            “What’s the magenta colored potion do?” Harry asked curiously.

            “It’s a contraceptive potion. We give it to all sexually active students here at Hogwarts, so that we don’t have any unwanted pregnancies,” Snape answered Harry before turning to Draco. “And Mr. Malfoy, I know that you have refused your gift basket in the past, but now it is quite obvious that you are sexually active. Will you consider taking your own dose of contraceptive now?”

            “Um, first I want to watch Harry take his. You know, make sure he takes it,” Draco replied nervously. He looked down at his hands and realized that Harry’s blood was still on his finger, so he performed a cleaning charm. It wasn’t as gentle as Harry’s were, but it did the trick.

            “Fine, I’ll take,” Harry said, opening up his basket, retrieving the magenta colored vial, and downing it. “There, now Draco, your turn.”

            Professor Snape had the second gift basket in hand and was pushing it into Draco’s hands. “Um, about that, I don’t think I can take it,” Draco said, holding his unopened basket lamely. He really didn’t want the stupid thing. It was considered a bit of a mark of shame among Slytherins if you had to take one and it was too late anyway.

            “And why is that Mr. Malfoy? Even if your relationship only goes one way, I would still prefer it if you took the contraceptive in case you change your mind,” Professor Snape said, getting frustrated with his student.

            “No, I don’t think I can take it because I think I’m already pregnant,” Draco blurted out.

            “What!?!” Harry exclaimed loudly. He was in a bit of shock, so he sat himself down in his usual chair in front of Snape’s desk to think. Talk about information overload.

            “And this is why I strongly urge all of my students to take the contraceptive potion, even if they’re not currently sexually active,” Professor Snape said pinching his nose.

            “I know and I was going to come to you if I needed it, before I did anything, but I didn’t have that option,” Draco replied, trying to keep himself together and not break down.

            “You always have that option Mr. Malfoy. I am always available to help my students in need; whatever those needs may be,” Professor Snape replied.

            “No, I didn’t have that option, because Harry raped me!” Draco admitted, trying to keep his voice at a whisper, but it still came out half like a shout.

            Snape spat the words out slowly and one at a time as he asked, “When and where?”

            “No, I didn’t rape you,” Harry replied weakly from his chair, still in shock.

            “When and where Mr. Malfoy,” Professor Snape repeated.

            “In the boy’s loo, before he almost killed me with that curse,” Draco replied. He felt humiliated and was looking down at his shoes, which weren’t even tied, thanks to the speed at which he and Harry had left the room of requirement. He bent down and tied them now.

            “You failed to mention that.” After a few moments of silence, Professor Snape added, “That would explain your slow recovery and subsequent infection. Your anal canal has gone untouched since birth, when you had the excrement vanishing charm cast on you. Without proper preparation it would have been small and fragile from disuse; I have even heard of cases where it regressed. Even if Mr. Potter is as small as you say he is, he still caused serious damage. You were already in the hospital wing, so you could have asked me to fix you.”

            “I didn’t want anyone to know. I still don’t. Could you just do a pregnancy test?” Draco asked.

            “Mr. Potter should be expelled for your rape and attempted murder!” Professor Snape proclaimed.

            “No, it wasn’t rape. It was an accident. I didn’t mean to do it,” Harry protested.

            “Mr. Potter, do you mean to tell me that you accidentally raped Mr. Malfoy and then accidentally almost killed him?” Professor Snape turned on Harry, glowering down on him.

            “Yes,” Harry replied, but without his usual determination. He felt weak and defeated. He had never thought of the incident as rape and now to find out that Draco had…well it felt like a hard blow to the stomach.

            “I will deal with you later,” Professor Snape said before turning to Draco with a more neutral face. “Mr. Malfoy please explain to me why you are still involved in a relationship with someone who not only tried to kill you, but raped you, and possibly impregnated you against your will?”

            “It’s complicated,” Draco replied.

            “Please do not tell me you are staying with him because your mother is staying at his house. I told you that I was working on moving her to another secure location,” Professor Snape replied.

            “No, it’s not that,” Draco replied.

            “Then what is it?” Snape was having trouble controlling his temper.

            “He loves me. He explained to me that there was a miscommunication and that he didn’t mean to rape me and he’s been really nice to me ever since,” Draco tried to explain.

            “Love does not always act in our best interest, to that I can testify. I suggest you overcome your feelings for your own safety,” Professor Snape replied.

            “Okay, I’ll think about it. But, could you, um, just do the pregnancy test?” Draco pleaded. He could attempt to do the spell himself, but then he wouldn’t know if the results he got were because he did the charm wrong or not.

            “Fine, get up on my table,” Professor Snape directed.

            Draco complied, hopping onto the examination table and laying back. He had seen this spell performed many times before, so he knew what to do and wasn’t worried. Professor Snape approached him and cast the spell. A white light left his wand and penetrated his stomach, through his clothing, and then the word, “Pregnant,” appeared over Draco’s abdomen.

            “You are pregnant Mr. Malfoy. Please pull back your robes to expose your abdomen,” Professor Snape instructed reluctantly. He really didn’t want this to be happening.

            Draco sat up and pulled his robes back off, before doing the same with his borrowed tight white muggle-shirt. Then he lay back down.

            “Mr. Malfoy, I need to examine your uterus, to see how your pregnancy is progressing. I will need to pull your pajamas and pants down just a few inches, but I will be leaving them on,” Professor Snape said and Draco nodded, to show he had heard. Draco lifted his hips up and Professor Snape pulled his pajamas and pants down two inches, before pressing into his stomach with his hands, like he had done to Harry.

            “I’m done; you may put your cloths back on now. Your uterus does feel enlarged, as expected with a pregnancy. You will have to see Madam Pomfrey for additional tests, but as far as I can tell, everything is fine. Given your recent injuries and infections, I suggest you see her as soon as possible, to forestall any possible complications. If you so wish, she would be able to give you an abortion potion,” Professor Snape said.

            Draco abandoned the muggle shirt, but put his robes back on and pulled his pants and borrowed pajamas back up.

            “Um, I’ll go see her after dinner. I think I’d like to go eat now, if that’s alright with you sir,” Draco said slowly. His head was still spinning with the news of the pregnancy. He had been thinking it was a possibility earlier, but thinking it and knowing it was happening were two different things.

            “I’ll walk you to the Great Hall,” Harry suggested.

            “No, I require you to come with me to talk to the Headmaster at once,” Professor Snape said.

            “Well he’s at dinner, so how about we both walk Draco to the Great Hall and pick up Dumbledore,” Harry countered. Earlier his map had shown Dumbledore heading towards the Great Hall.

            “Fine, but you are not to harass Mr. Malfoy if he comes to his senses and wants nothing to do with you,” Professor Snape replied.

            “Agreed,” Harry replied, picking up both his and Draco’s backpacks.

            Draco didn’t say anything, instead walking over to the sink and washing his hands, because they still felt dirty, while Harry and Professor Snape argued. He was just drying his hands when they settled things. He took his bag back from Harry and let him hold the door open for him while he headed up to the Great Hall, the three of them walking in silence the whole way. Draco didn’t even look up or wave when he left them, instead attempting to slip unobtrusively into a spot between Crabbe and Goyle at the Slytherin table.

            “Where’ve you been?” Crabbe asked him, chewing on a chicken leg in a revolting manner.

            “Talking with Professor Snape. I’m hungry; help me load up my plate before it disappears to make room for dessert, yeah?” Draco replied, changing the subject. He didn’t need their help; he just needed to change the subject.

            ‘How am I going to get through the rest of the night? First Pansy, then Blaise, now Crabbe, and Professor Snape wanted me to go see Madam Pomfrey? Something has to give…I’ll wait until tomorrow to see Madam Pomfrey,’ Draco decided silently.

Author’s Note: So there it is: Draco is pregnant and now Harry, Draco, and Professor Snape all know…How do you think Dumbledore will react when he hears the news?
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