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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 20
The sun shone beautifully on Hogwarts, reflecting off the dewdrops that gathered over night, but the raven-haired boy couldn't see the sight as he laid behind his love, an arm carefully resting on the swell of Draco's stomach. It was the last day of February and his heart fluttered nervously in his chest as he anticipated the birth of their child the following day. As he began to rub the tightened skin, he felt a burning sensation on his forehead but the feeling was soon forgotten as the baby kicked against his hand.
Suddenly and unfortunately, the door to the dungeon dorm room slammed open, Professor Snape adorned in his normal black billowing robe, his face stern, stood still in the doorway. He cleared his throat.
Draco rolled back slightly, mumbling and rubbing his eyes as he clearly registered the harsh voice at his doorway. "What do you want?" While glaring at Snape, he struggled to sit up and instantly felt Harry aiding him.
"I know your condition but with Dumbledore's permission, I can insist that you attend class today for your end of the month test with the rest of your classmates." His cold eyes darted back and forth between the young lovers as one sat with his circle glasses resting halfway down his nose, the other barely sitting up with a swollen stomach, evilly watching him. "It is settled then. I will see you this afternoon."
The Slytherin waited until his Potion's professor shut the door and collapsed upon his bed, sighing roughly and coughing lightly. "Damn him," he muttered as he prepared to drift asleep again.
"Oh no you don't." Harry got out from beneath the blankets of the bed, dressed in one of Draco's average sized navy silk pajamas and straddled Draco's thighs, grabbing his arms to pull him upwards.
Unable to repress a smile, Draco's gloomy morning appearance faded as his boyfriend tugged at his arms. "I'm pregnant, let me sleep." Chuckling, he opened one azure eye to catch Harry's lightly annoyed expression then shut it quickly, his smile widening.
Harry sighed and goofily smiled back and ran a hand through his tousled bed hair. It was more tangled than usual. An odd dream about a raven kept disturbing him but the thought of his baby and Draco kept him sane throughout the night. "Fine, but you need to eat breakfast,"he begged.
Draco opened his eyes for good finally, taking in the view of Harry straddling his legs. "You know I won't be pregnant anymore after tomorrow. Why does breakfast this morning matter?" He scratched his head and instantly began to flatten his hair down. He was determined to bring the gel back after this pregnancy was through. He would have no more excuses for his lack of style; except for maybe a crying baby. He frowned as the thought ran though his blonde head.
Frowning in response to Draco's change of emotion, Harry grabbed Draco's hand and massaged it gently. "What's wrong?"
"I just realized, Harry," he paused and swallowed. "I've been, we've been so ignorant these past months. Do you know what we've created and what I will be pushing out of my body tomorrow? A baby! A real life human being and we're its parents!" He sighed as a light pain ripped through him and his chest began heaving.
"Don't get stressed, Draco!" Harry leaned over his love and held him down to the mattress, placing light kisses everywhere his small lips could touch and he felt light drops of water fall onto his hands. He leaned back noticing tears slipping over Draco's pale cheeks and dripping off the edges to land on his hands. Quietly, tears drifted down his cheeks as they cried together out of happiness and worry as the morning drove on.
The morning sunlight was harsh on the Dark Lord's eyes as he peered through a window from the Malfoy Manor. As he allowed the curtain to close on its own, he turned and caught the sight of his followers, the Death Eaters, dressed already and lined up for him. He glanced at them up and down, inspecting their fresh black robes and their hoods framing their faces perfectly covered in shadow. But one pale aristocratic face was missing behind one of those hoods causing Voldemort to scowl.
Hermione and Ron looked up from their eggs and toast to see their best friend and his lover enter the Great Hall at the near end of breakfast. People gasped as they did every morning and some began snickering and whispering immediately while others ran to retrieve his breakfast with the normal odd jellies for his toast and a pillow to cover the hard bench. Many of the older girls headed towards them to sit and talk with Draco, already offering to babysit for them. Even the whiner of Ravenclaw, Cho Chang, sat at the Slytherin table a few seats down from Draco's right, interested in the pregnancy and offering her help as well.
Ron took a bite of his toast. "He's attracting all the girls, Harry."
Hermione rolled her eyes as food dribbled from her boyfriend's mouth. "Anyway," she spoke clearly, "I am excited along with those girls as well. You know females cannot avoid cute little things."
Laughing, Ron dropped his fork and clutched his side with one hand and grabbed Harry's arm with the other causing Harry to almost spill his pumpkin juice. "Cute? Since when are you attracted to cute things?!"
Harry hid his smile with his hand and diverted his gaze to Draco across the who who was deeply involved in a discussion about what the pregnancy was like for him. The girls were practically leaning on the tables as he motioned with his hands as he spoke and his platinum locks gracefully shifted with every move he made.
Hermione gasped and retaliated nicely. "Since I fell in love with you!"
The Gryffindor table paused and Harry had to look back at them. Neville stared at them dumbfounded as he always did; Seamus nodding and grinning like he knew it all along; Ginny smiling heartily at the fact someone actually loved her brother.
Ron's mouth opened but closed quickly, shocked at the outburst and statement his girlfriend made in public. "Honestly, "Mione?" His blush began creeping up his neck from under his collar.
"Honestly," she confirmed and soon was greeted with Ron's close presence as he embraced her and kissed her deeply, drawing an "awwww' from not only the Gryffindor table but the others as well.
Draco caught Harry's grin and smiled back warmly before he continued with his question and answer phase of breakfast.
The Malfoy Manor became colder as the day wore on, the sun beginning to hide behind grey cumulus clouds. The houseelves were too afraid to move from their quarters with their master not around refusing cooking and keeping the fireplaces lit. The Death Eaters made no special efforts to search for Lucius since it was obvious the man could find his way out of everything. He was the Mr. Malfoy.
Voldemort tapped his brown fingernails on the dining room table to a harsh rhythm in his head as he contemplated the punishment upon his closest confidant. Would death be appropriate?
As the Death giving committee sat lazily around his manor, Lucius struggled with the magical restraints that bound his naked body to this bed of lovemaking. He called for his wretched wife, but she was no where to be seen, and he had a bloody good idea of where she went.
Dumbledore sat down slowly behind his desk, motioning for his visitor to sit as well. The Headmaster poured her a cup of tea and with a twinkle in his eyes, he gave his guest the tea. Glancing over the leather clad figure, he cleared his throat. "Well, well, Narcissa. It is a pleasure to see you."
"This is bloody stupid if you ask me."
"But we didn't, Draco," Ron drawled jokingly as he, Hermione, Harry and the ferret boy made their way slowly, for Draco's waddling sake, to the Potion's dungeon classroom. Hermione continued repeating ingredients to the Potions they learned in the past month. "Okay, Wolfsbane and Dragon toenails.."
Ron simply held her quivering hand as he turned his attention to his friend. "Ready for the Quidditch game against Ravenclaw tomorrow?"
"I can't play tomorrow. You know that." He spoke with a frown but inside was grinning as Draco groaned on beside him.
"Oh, yeah. Baby day." Ron quieted as they reached the classroom and followed his ingredient babbling girlfriend to their table. "And my birthday," he mumbled lightly. Upon their entrance, Snape made his appearance, almost floating rapidly to his desk at the front of the classroom and clasped his hands together. A parchment with a list of questions appeared on everyone's table. "You may begin," he exclaimed callously and settled at his desk, paying extra attention to a paling young Malfoy.
An hour passed and the time of day reached three in the afternoon. Snape stood behind his desk, arms folded across his chest as his eyes darted and watched every student; a sweating Mr. Weasley, a Mr. Potter with his hand tangled in his dark auburn hair, Mr. Goyle scratching a scab off his chin and admiring the shape, and a suddenly shocked Mr. Malfoy. Deftly, he neared the young boy who sat completely still in his seat, his face showing a dazed emotion. Leaning down he whispered into his ear, "Are you alright?"
"I think my...my," Draco swallowed and looked up into his Professor's eyes. "my water broke." He pulled his robe away to reveal a saturated pair of slacks.
"Very well, Draco." Snape stood upright and glanced around the room and everyone was deeply involved with their test except Potter. "We need to get you to Madam Pomfrey." Unsurprisingly, he caught Harry's stare and nodded his greasy head in the direction of the door. Draco stood, pulling his robe closed as tight as he could and followed Snape to the exit with Harry behind them. As they entered the hallway, Snape closed the door and glared at them. "Potter, you are excused for the rest of your test. Take Draco to Madam Pomfrey immediately, his labor has begun."
Harry timidly looked to Draco as Draco fearfully looked back at him. They stood there stunned until Snape shooed them away to reenter his classroom. "What happened?"
"My water broke." Draco shrugged as they walked along, him stopping a couple times to pull his drenched slacks away from his skin.
The Gryffindor rubbed his forehead as they continued. Gasping, he clutched his head at a sudden pain striking his head, but hid the pained emotion from his face as Draco snuck a glance at him before gripping his stomach. "Do you feel something?" Harry inquired as the pain in his scar accented and forced him to rub his palm over it.
"Just a light pain and tightening. Are you, oh bloody Merlin!" Draco exclaimed in the empty corridor as Harry leaned back against the cool stone wall, nodding horizontally towards him, forcing a smile onto his face for reassurance. "Your scar is hurting and I'm already having contractions! Bloody Hell!" the blonde screamed as he gripped his hair and leaned towards his love, pressing his dry lips to Harry's for a hasty kiss.
Sighing, Harry sank to the floor as he heard footsteps echoing down the hall. "Draco, I..." He wasn't allowed to finish his sentence as his attention was drawn to a shiny raven flying towards him with something gold sparkling on its leg.
"Harry!" Draco hollered as his boyfriend's emerald eyes followed the bird until it landed on Harry's shoulder and the figure of Harry disappeared from his sight. "Harry!" Several footsteps could be heard over his sobbing and exclamations as he slumped against the wall, another contraction hitting him. He looked up with water filled grey eyes to see Professor McGonagall, the Headmaster and none other than his mother watching him as he began to beat his fist against the wall.
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