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CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

It had already been stated that male pregnancy was impossible. Harry had asked Madam Pomfrey when the silly idea had first come to mind. Now they were saying he was pregnant? The last he checked, he was still fully male. Surely Snape would have noticed and said something if he wasn't! Unable to help himself, Harry reached down then pulled up his trousers and underpants just enough to glance down. He definitely still had a penis. Glancing up incredulously at the others, he was met with a half amused, half stunned snort from Draco, a confused Madam Pomfrey, and a wide eyed Neville. Pomfrey muttered to herself, returning to her scan while glancing back to the potion now and then. The others were too speechless to bother saying anything for a few minutes, only watching her as she looked Harry over.

"Mr. Potter, I would like to do a fully body scan now. Misters Malfoy and Longbottom, you may wait elsewhere," Madam Pomfrey finally said.

"But…I can't be pregnant. I'm a bloke," Harry finally said.

"I am aware of this, Mr. Potter. However, I…I should do a quick look over," Pomfrey explained.

"She wants to see if you really are a bloke, I think," Draco said.

"Shut up Dr…Malfoy."

"Too late, you already started calling me Draco," the blond smirked.

"Enough, boys!"

"I have a…you know what, Madam Pomfrey. You really don't need to look," Harry quickly said, facing heating up when he realized he would have to be naked.

"If you would feel more comfortable with a male checking I can see if Professor Snape is still awake and…" Madam Pomfrey began.

Draco coughed. "I don't think that will be necessary."

Harry shot Draco a suspicious glare. Neville and Madam Pomfrey looked confused. "How do you…What do you…I mean. No. No one needs to look. I have a c…penis. Okay? I just…I was just…I just had sex, okay? It's still there!"

"Well, I would like to see if…"

"Even if I was growing anything extra I'm sure S…someone would have noticed while we were…You know," Harry said uncomfortably, unable to meet Pomfrey's eyes, squirming beneath her hard look.

"Now is hardly the time to be embarrassed, Mr. Potter," the matron said firmly. "You've nothing to be ashamed of. What you fail to realize is the significance of this. There has never, in history, been a case of male pregnancy. Boys!" She glared at Draco and Neville who looked ready to protest. "Any rumors you have heard are nothing but nonsense! Myths told to scare men and women out of homosexual relations by foolish, prejudiced. Ahem. It is physically impossible for a male to carry a child. I would like to not only look you over but perform a more accurate scan of your body to see…How this could be possible. This is a very serious matter! We have no idea how dangerous this can be! We don't know if there is something wrong with you! I am still not entirely sure it is a baby…"

"So I might not be pregnant?"

"You shouldn't be!" Pomfrey exclaimed irritably. "You will have to let me look."

After a few more minutes of calming Harry's nerves, Neville and Draco were sent to sit on a nearby bed while Madam Pomfrey pulled the curtains around the bed and went about checking Harry. There was nothing more awkward than lying there naked for the mediwitch's eyes. She was professional, sure, but it was still strange. Especially when she would notice a mark and tisk. Then when she had to perform a cleaning spell since Harry had been too tired to do a very good job of it himself before leaving Snape's chambers. She started poking around down there, which was humiliating. He moved around, was half ready to jump off the bed, but was stopped by a sharp glare from Pomfrey that assured him she would strap him down if need be. Finally, she got him into a thin gown and began a more intense scan. The glow from the scan was so bright he had to remove his glasses, close his eyes, and hold his arm over them. It wasn't necessarily painful but it was on the verge of it, leaving him feeling lightheaded and nauseous. He focused on breathing deeply, telling himself it would all be over soon and throwing up everywhere was not a good idea. The scan lasted far longer than he had hoped and he breathed a deep sigh of relief when it finally ended.

He heard the curtains open but didn't remove his arm for several minutes. After everything he had been through tonight, he felt completely rotten. There was the sound of rustling nearby, whispers, and the scratching of a quill against parchment. Finally, he felt a cool hand on his shoulder, prompting him to slowly slide his arm from his face, squinting up at the concerned expression on Neville's face.

"So?" he asked, sitting up, gratefully taking his pants as Draco handed them to him.

Madam Pomfrey sighed heavily as she continued writing down notes, only looking up at him when she was finished. "You are, indeed, pregnant. Your internal organs have…changed, slightly, to allow the growth of the…You don't seem to have any external female…Well…At the moment, everything seems to be…as fine as it can be."

"Meaning?" Harry asked.

"Meaning, you're perfectly healthy," Madam Pomfrey said slowly. "There is nothing to explain why you are now pregnant, how you will give birth, or anything of that nature. All I know is that you are. We should probably contact St. Mungo's…"

"No!" Harry interrupted. "No. I don't…No one else can know. This is…This is just…"

"They are very professional at St. Mungo's, Mr. Potter. The media will learn of nothing from them, though how you imagine you can hide this is beyond me. This is beyond my area of expertise. We need people will a more broad knowledge, someone who can do the proper research…with the time and the resources to aid you. This is no simple matter," Madam Pomfrey said. "Unless you intend to abort the pregnancy."

His gut twisted there. "I…I dunno what I'll do. But I…I couldn't…Could I?"

"No one would blame you," Draco snorted.

"Only you can decide what's best for you, Harry," Neville said carefully, though Harry got the feeling he didn't exactly approve of the idea.

Abortion was disturbing to him, though he had never expected to find himself pregnant. There was too much he had to think about and the news hadn't fully sunk in yet.

"That is up to you," Madam Pomfrey said. "If you intend to go through with this pregnancy we will have to bring in someone from the outside."

"Hey…What about…I mean…Well, Cedric…He was really good with, you know, the pregnant women and babies in his training," Neville said proudly. "What if he…He's almost done with his training with Healer Mourey. He was thinking of doing another year of training elsewhere and maybe…Well, he's no official healer yet, but he's very good. I trust him, I think Harry trusts him, and he would be willing to help."

"What we need is a fully trained, seasoned professional healer, Mr. Longbottom," Madam Pomfrey said.

"No one's going to know anything about this as it is," Neville said. "They'd treat him like some…lab rat or something. Cedric…Well, I think he'd be very good. He's really smart. And as for research…Well, Hermione will be all over that the minute you tell her, anyway."

"That's true," Harry laughed nervously.

Madam Pomfrey pursed her lips and considered both Gryffindors. "Would you feel more comfortable, Mr. Potter, if Mr. Diggory were to come here and oversee your pregnancy?"

"That would be great, actually. I do trust him," Harry said.

"Hmm. Very well. I wouldn't mind 'training' Mr. Diggory. If he knows as much as you say he does about childbirth, then he could be an asset. This is the second pregnancy this year. I haven't had to deal with teen pregnancies very often, you know."

Her tone seemed a bit scolding, making Harry glare at the opposite wall for a moment. This wasn't his fault! He didn't even know he could get pregnant. No one did. It wasn't Hermione's fault, either. The bond had made her sleep with Draco and it had only been once! As the matron hadn't actually said anything negative, Harry couldn't argue, though he felt the need to defend his friend, as well as himself. Things just happened sometimes. Their predicaments were especially unexpected. No one could say they had been careless. Especially not for Hermione. Harry fully understood how the bond worked against you in that way. He had fallen victim to it on a few occasions himself.

"Now, I'm sure you will ask Mr. Diggory yourself, but I will also send him a formal invitation," Madam Pomfrey explained. "I will have to inform the headmaster as well as Professor Snape. He can help me find out what potions are all in your system. Though I must tell you…Aside from the fertility and sex changing potions, I did discover a potion ladies use while menstruating. From what I've seen, as well as knowing the potions in your system, the fertility and menstruation potions do have a history of resulting in multiple births. I am positive you are carrying twins, if not more. With all of the potions that are in your system, as well as your attack tonight, you and your child or children are lucky to be so healthy. I must urge you to be very cautious with everything you eat and drink from now on. Stop by tomorrow and I will teach you a very good method of checking these things. Also, stop taking any potions you might have at the moment, no matter what. We can go over everything when you come by again tomorrow."

"Err…Can you not tell Snape it's me right now?" Harry asked.

"Mr. Potter…"

"It's…Well, he is…It's just…I can't explain. But he'll know eventually. Just…for now?" Harry asked.

"Very well," Madam Pomfrey sighed. "If you do continue with this pregnancy, you must realize that everyone will know eventually."

"Aren't there charms or something that can…hide all of that?" Neville asked.

"Yes, but I would strongly urge Mr. Potter not to do that. We don't know what we're dealing with here at all. We must proceed with the utmost caution," Madam Pomfrey said, then glaring at Harry. "That means I expect you to be extremely careful."

"Yes, ma'am."

Five minutes later, Harry was walking down the corridors with Neville and Draco in silence. Pregnant. Him? It didn't make any sense. Surely, it was wrong. There was something else wrong, he just knew it! He couldn't have a baby. It went against everything he knew. That didn't even include…Merlin, there was just so much wrong with it. He didn't even have the energy to really think about it much right now. They would all go to bed, he would sleep, and he could deal with it all tomorrow.

Dear Neville,

I have to admit, as much as I would like everyone to get along, the majority of Slytherins are just hard for me to picture doing so with. I don't mean to sound prejudiced, but do be careful with Draco Malfoy. There have been too many rumors about the family to completely ignore. That isn't to say you shouldn't try being his friend. I do think it's great of you. Just keep your eyes open.

Madam Pomfrey did send me the invitation and I gladly accepted. I never imagined I could end my training at Hogwarts. I never heard of anyone training there before. It's a dream come true, really. I do admire Madam Pomfrey. Not to mention Harry Potter's condition. Not to question her judgment, but is she sure he's pregnant? It's so hard to believe. Guess I'll see for myself soon enough. I'll be there within a month's time. Healer Mourey has even agreed to finish my training early to accommodate the new plans.

Also, I would love to go to Hogsmeade with you. Though I have to ask if you were asking me on a date or not. Because if not I might just have to ask you on one myself. I do remember something being mentioned about a crush. There won't be any hard feelings if that's not the case anymore, but I think I have feelings for you. I would love to go on a date with you, if you'll let me. Regardless of what we label our outing, I look forward to seeing you again. Especially when we have the opportunity to work on our bond. It is such a shame I've been too busy to do much lately, because it is very interesting and it's somewhat exciting to imagine what we could do with it. Have you heard anything from the others? I'm curious about how the other bonds are playing out.

My parents haven't budged on their stance concerning the bonds. They haven't stopped contacting me, but they refuse to respond to any mention of soul mates or bonding. Mary is making great progress with Frank. We're not sure if the plan is working, but she's doing well with Legilimency. Frank seems different. Not cured, but different enough to give us some hope. Please tell me that makes you happy.

Sincerely,

Cedric

Neville was grinning like an idiot as he reread Cedric's letter for the tenth time. It had been almost a week since he had written to him with the news of Harry's pregnancy. Considering how long ago he had sent the letter asking the other wizard to Hogsmeade, Neville half expected him not to respond. Now that he had, Neville was floating on Cloud 9. He couldn't be happier. First of all, Cedric wanted it to be a date! He liked him! Plus Cedric would be at Hogwarts before too long to finish his training, meaning they would get more time together. Not only that, but things with his father were better! It wasn't much but any progress was a blessing. He couldn't be more grateful to Mary Macdonald for what she was doing. Neville was going to have to send her a thank you letter. Life could not get any better for him.

"What are you so happy about?"

Neville looked up from the letter then quickly refolded it and shoved his hands between his knees. Not that he didn't trust Daphne. He wouldn't mind sharing his news about Cedric with her. But the information about Harry was Harry's business. Until he was ready to tell people, Neville wasn't going to bring it up. Not even to Harry himself. He seemed to be having a hard time swallowing the news, not that Neville blamed him. The whole thing was very bizarre! Poor Harry had been so quiet, so withdrawn lately. Everyone was worried about him. It took Neville a lot of work keeping the others away from Harry, urging them to leave him alone, give him time to breathe and to think, that he would come to them when he was ready. Ginny and Hermione were harder to deal with, very persistent and eager to run to their friend's aid. Neville always managed to talk them out of it, though.

"Cedric and I have a date," Neville confessed, still grinning. Daphne sat down beside him under the tree, slowly grinning and nudging him softly.

"Really? That's great! What all did he say?" Daphne asked.

"Oh just that…just asking if I was asking him out because if not he wanted to ask me out because he has feelings for me," Neville explained happily. Even now, he couldn't keep the grin from his face. It had been there so long his whole face was starting to hurt but the pain was worth it. Honestly, he could not remember the last time he had been so giddy. The excitement and the joy were so real he could have easily bounced all over the grounds shouting the good news at the top of his lungs. Only his shyness, wanting to avoid attention and being the center of any gossip, kept him restrained. "Said that no matter what I said he looked forward to seeing me again."

"Aww! You're blushing!" Daphne giggled, reaching out to lightly pinch his cheek. She was smiling brightly herself, pushing her caramel curls out of her face as the wind blew. "So what are you going to say? As if it isn't obvious."

"Well, I'll agree that it's a date. And tell him that, yeah, I still like him. A lot," Neville laughed. "I'm happy."

"I hadn't noticed," Daphne giggled. "You're so happy it's making me happy! You're contagious!"

"Maybe I should go spread the good vibes then," he said. Merlin knew they needed it. All of their friends seemed to be upset lately. Not that Neville or Daphne could blame them. There had been so much drama in their group in the past few months with more surprises and hardships than anyone should have to deal with in the time span of a year or, maybe, even more. They didn't have to say it for them to share the feeling that things were not going to get better anytime soon. The conflicts hadn't even been resolved and, the way things were going, they wouldn't do so peacefully.

"Well, come on then. No need to sit by yourself when you have good news to share," Daphne said, laying her head on his shoulder for a few seconds then sitting up to look at him.

"I might later," Neville said. "I've been trying to work out a reply. Only I can't stop reading his letter."

"Can I see it?"

He frowned. "Err…I wouldn't usually mind, but it has other information in it that…Well, it shouldn't be for anyone else's eyes."

"Oh really?" Daphne asked suggestively, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Oh stop it. You're just as perverted as the rest of them, aren't you?" Neville accused teasingly.

"I'm a closet perv, sorry," she replied with a shrug. "I suppose I can give you your privacy." She gave him a peck on the cheek. "Meet me after lunch? Maybe we can make plans on cheering everyone else up?"

"Sounds good. Thanks, Daph," he said gratefully.

"No problem, Nev!" she said, getting to her feet and walking off. Midway towards the castle, she stopped to wave before jogging to catch up with her younger sister. Neville watched her until she was out of sight, musing on how far things had come. For six years, all Gryffindors and Slytherins had been automatic rivals. Maybe even longer than that. He couldn't remember the last time the two houses had mingled. He couldn't be more happy to be friends with Daphne and now Draco, maybe. Most of her Slytherin friends had never really treated her the way friends should treat each other. While most of her house had turned against her, as well as Blaise and Draco, Daphne looked much happier these days. Of course, part of that could be her communication with her own soul mate, Charlie.

Speaking of pen pals and romance, Neville turned back to read the letter yet again before grabbing his quill for the twelfth time then holding it over his parchment. He had to write something but it was hard to think of anything adequate. After several minutes of staring down at the blank sheet, Neville sighed then dropped the quill once more. He had a feeling he was going to be out here a long time.

At lunch, Draco had barely eaten anything when he received the letter from home. Reading the first line, he could go no further. Silver gray eyes were wide in shock, his already white face paling further. Blaise and Daphne turned to him curiously.

"If this keeps up, his face will be stuck like that," Blaise muttered, shaking his head.

"You alright, Draco?" Daphne asked, hesitantly reaching out to touch his shoulder. His fingers only tightened around the parchment. He pressed his lips tightly together then swallowed hard, slowly beginning to nod. "You don't look very well."

"I wonder why," Pansy said loudly. Before anyone could stop her, Pansy grabbed the letter out of his hands and jogged down the side of the table before anyone could do anything. Her dark eyes ready read over the letter, the content causing her to giggle madly. The other Slytherins, and a few Ravenclaws, turned to stare at her. Draco just stared at his hands in disbelief, then down at Pansy.

"What the bloody hell?"

"Pansy took your letter," Daphne said.

"Pansy…What? But my father…Wait. No! Pansy!"

"Oooh you naughty boy!" Pansy called down to him. Clearing her throat dramatically then standing up onto the nearest empty chair, Pansy began to read aloud. "Dearest Draco. Your mother and I are very disappointed that you knocked up the Mudblood…The Mudblood being Hermione Granger, you know. I cannot believe that my so…"

"ENOUGH!" Dumbledore roared, rising to his feet. "Miss Parkinson, return that letter to its owner. Fifty points from Slytherin!"

He had to shout over the noise. The announcement made by Pansy had the room buzzing with gossip. Heads turned towards each other, leaning in to whisper loudly, all eyes moving from Draco to Hermione. The former just sat in his seat, as though he was still trying to catch up on the events that had taken place since reading the letter. Meanwhile, the latter was choking on her food, being pounded on the back by an ever helpful Ron Weasley. Her face was bright red, chocolate eyes staring at the middle of the table, her entire slender body stiff. Even those across the room, though, could see the violent tremble in her arm as she struggled to put another spoonful of peas into her mouth.

Pansy, looking pleased with herself, stepped back down, walked towards Draco, and dropped the letter in front of him. It had been a long time since anyone had seen Dumbledore look so furious. "SILENCE! Miss Parkinson, you will go straight to my office immediately."

Her face faltered but Pansy nodded then walked quickly from the Great Hall followed shortly by the headmaster. The whispers had quieted only somewhat at the sound of Dumbledore's commanding voice but once he was gone they were louder than ever.

"Draco, are you okay?" Daphne asked quietly.

"Stupid," muttered Blaise.

"I thought he was dating Ginny Weasley!" exclaimed Susan Bones from the Hufflepuff table.

"Not yet. Probably not ever now," Hannah replied sadly.

"I thought she was supposed to be the smart one," Morag MacDougal from Ravenclaw.

"It's always the 'good' girls isn't it? That end up in this kind of trouble?" scoffed Padma.

"Are you really?" Lavender whispered to Hermione.

Hermione said nothing. That was all the confirmation they needed.

"I can't believe you slept with Malfoy!" Parvati went on in disgust.

"Hey, at least she can get someone to shag her," Ron defended.

Hermione slapped his arm. Ron looked to her in surprise. "Hey!"

"Ron, mate. Not a good time," Harry warned.

"I could if I wanted to," Parvati said defensively. "Only I'm not a slut."

"Neither is Hermione," Harry spat angrily.

"Did you really sleep with a Mudblood?" Nott laughed.

"Don't call her that, you prat," Daphne muttered.

"What was that?" Nott taunted.

"She called you a prat. Now shut it," Blaise snapped.

"Well she's the one who got pregnant!" Lavender said.

"Stop talking about it. You don't know anything about the situation," Neville said as calmly as he could, having to raise his voice slightly to be heard over the rest of the chatter.

"There's no excuse for that kind of behavior," Lavender said.

"What kind of behavior? We all know you've slept with half of our year," Ron snapped.

"I have not!"

"Don't talk about her that way! Lav's not like that," Parvati said.

"Weren't you bragging about how easy she was, Seamus?" Ron said.

Seamus looked alarmed, looking between Ron and Lavender. "Ummm…"

"Ron, stop it," Neville said.

"Everyone, please!" McGonagall called out. "Settle down or leave this instant!"

"Look, she didn't deny it," Ron muttered while Seamus and Dean quickly left the Great Hall. Lavender glared daggers after him while Parvati had her sights set on Ron.

"You okay, Mione?" Harry asked quietly.

"I…I can't believe that just happened," Hermione squeaked.

"I bet it'll be a pretty baby, Mione!" Grace exclaimed. "I'm so happy for you!"

"Shut it, Grace," Hermione snapped.

"Wow. What a great mum you'll be," Lavender muttered. "Come on, Parvati."

"Don't worry about them, Mione. I'll keep 'em quiet," Ron promised.

"That's sweet but I doubt there's anything you can do," Hermione said weakly. She placed her elbows on the table then her head in her hands, muttering, "It was going to come out sooner or later. The sooner the better, really."

"How are you?" Harry asked gently.

"I think…I think I'm alright. Rumors can be brutal, sure, but I have more important things to worry about than school gossip. Not sure anything can surprise me too much these days," she confessed.

"So…You're fine?" Harry asked.

"She looks like she's about to have a breakdown," Ron whispered. Hermione glowered at him.

"You don't have to pretend you're fine if you're not. We understand," Neville said.

Hermione smiled. "I know, thank you. But…I think I'll be okay. Really."

Back across the hall, Draco was only just starting to come back to himself. "Did Pansy just…Really?"

"Yes. She did," Daphne said sympathetically.

"That's how things are around here. You weren't exactly smart with that one, just gaping at the letter that way. They sense easy prey the same way we do," Blaise muttered.

"Blaise!" Daphne hissed.

"No. This is what he gets for being an idiot," Blaise snapped. "You know what? I'm out of here."

As he stood up, Daphne spun around to glare at him. "Good riddance. Merlin, Blaise, you are such a fucking arsehole sometimes!"

"Yeah? Well that's nothing on what he is," Blaise snarled.

"Oh Merlin, if you're being a prick because of fucking Ginevra Weasley I swear I will rip off your favorite body part!"

Blaise only sneered. "Later."

"Shite," Daphne muttered. "Come on, Draco. Let's go get you some fresh air."

"I bet he raped her," hissed Lisa Turpin from Ravenclaw, glowering as Daphne linked her arm through Draco's and helped him up.

"His dad is a Death Eater," said Megan Jones from behind her at the Hufflepuff table. The girls turned around in their seats to talk. "Maybe he wants to be a Death Eater too. Have you seen the 'junior' Death Eaters? No one knows who they are exactly 'cause they've never been caught but I've seen them everywhere the past few nights! It's very scary."

"It's not safe here at all, is it?" muttered Padma. "Parvati and I should have gone home when Mother told us to."

As Daphne led Draco out of the Great Hall, Hermione was being escorted by her own friends. She stood in the middle, surrounded by Ron, Harry, Neville, Grace, and Ginny, all glaring at anyone who dared look their way. While no one was exactly shouting at them anymore, they were still whispering, still staring. No one even noticed how close they were getting to the other until Neville bumped into Draco.

"Oh, sorry," he said. "You alright?"

"Let's keep moving," Daphne insisted, pulling Draco out of the hall. The others followed, walking swiftly together towards the front door.

"Draco?" Hermione said timidly.

"I'm fine," he muttered, clearing his throat. "You?"

"Fine," Hermione said, letting out a deep breath.

"Neither of you looks fine," Grace chirped. "But I don't blame you. I hope Dumbledore kicks out that Pansy bitch. I hate her."

"Anyone with half a brain hates her," Ron muttered darkly.

"I can't believe you used to date her, Draco!" Grace said.

"Shut up!" Draco snapped.

"Don't yell at her," Harry said.

"You yell at her all the time, Harry," Ginny reminded him irritably.

"Well, I'm her brother," Harry replied.

"All the same just leave it alone, Gracie," Ginny said.

"Oh boy," Daphne sighed as they opened the doors and stepped outside. It was a beautiful day. Warm, sunny, bright, and too perfect for their current moods.

"There. Let's go sit by that tree," Neville said, leading them over in a half jog towards the nearest tree. They all sat beneath it quietly, glares being exchanged.

"What am I going to do?" Draco muttered.

"Ignore people. That's probably the best you can do," Harry sighed.

"That sounds easier than it actually is," Draco snorted.

"Yes, I know," Harry replied coldly.

"Right," Draco sighed.

"What did the rest of the letter say?" Daphne asked.

"Nothing new. Only expressing their deep disappointment in me, how I've disgraced our family, how I should have never bonded with Hermione, that I'll have to convince her to get rid of the baby or marry her…I think he's rooting for the first one, though," Draco sighed.

"I will not get rid of the baby!" Hermione snapped indignantly.

"I didn't tell you to," Draco retorted irritably.

"And why not?"

The group turned to glare at Theodore Nott who was approaching them, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, a small group of Slytherins trailing behind them. From between Tracey Davis and Millicent Bulstrode, Astoria Greengrass ran forward and fell into the grass beside her sister. The other girls glared at her, causing Astoria to huff and sit tall. Daphne smiled and ruffled her sister's honey blond hair.

"Because it's murder," Hermione said heatedly.

"No. It's getting rid of a problem," Nott replied.

"This baby is a human being, therefore making abortion murder," Hermione snapped.

"Well, I wouldn't go that far," Daphne muttered quietly, face turning pink as everyone turned to look at her. "I mean…I'm just saying if you wanted to…It's not like it knows any better. It's not the worst thing in the world. It would be worse to kill someone who's already alive and knows what they're miss…I'm just saying! You don't have to if you don't want; I just mean…You shouldn't…say things like that. Not everyone thinks it a bad thing and you make it sound like a crime or…I just…As you were saying?"

"It is wrong," Hermione spat furiously.

"Yes, well, we all know what happened last year," Tracey said smugly, smirking at Daphne who ducked her head, tears filling her blue-green eyes. Astoria shot Hermione a nasty glare, wrapping her arms around Daphne.

"This isn't a debate about our personal beliefs," Neville said evenly. "Hermione doesn't want to have an abortion and that's that."

"Leave them alone," Draco added.

"Pity," Nott said, grinning at Hermione. His eyes never left her. "To allow such an abomination to be born."

Hermione's mouth moved for several moments, not making a sound. She looked too angry to even make a noise. Draco gaped at Nott a moment before speaking in a low voice. "Abomination?"

"Yes. An abomination. A mistake. A mistake that needs rectifying, don't you agree?" Nott asked. "The Malfoy heir…the only one…and his child will be a half blood. I can't believe you could stand to touch a Mudblood."

"Don't call her that!" several voices rang out.

"I suppose it doesn't matter much," Nott sighed dramatically. "You and your family are traitors, Draco. No better than these people. The enemies. Aside from Potter, though, I'm sure traitors will be the first to go on the Dark Lord's list."

"Is that a threat?" Draco growled.

"Of course not," Nott replied innocently. "It didn't sound like one, did it?"

"Yes, actually, it did," rang a new voice. Blaise Zabini walked towards them from the direction of the lake. "Bugger off, Nott. No one wants you here."

"That's rude," Nott said. "I was just coming to offer service to my oldest friend."

"Service?" Draco repeated.

"Of course," Nott said with a grin. "I was thinking of getting rid of the problem for you. Since you've become too much of a pussy to do so yourself."

With that, the majority of the group scrambled to their feet, most drawing their wands, pointing them at the Slytherins. The Slytherins, in turn, drew their own. Ron and Draco worked their way to the front of everyone, glaring at each other as they stood side by side before turning to face Nott.

"You will not touch Hermione or our ch…child," Draco spat.

"If I see you get near her I'll curse off your bollocks!" Ron barked.

"Whoa, there. Easy," Nott said. "I'm only trying to help."

"Help my arse," Harry snapped. "Leave us alone."

"You know what, Potter? I don't think we will," Nott snarled.

"Oh, I think you will," said a new voice. "Detention, Mr. Nott, and twenty points from Slytherin."

Nott smiled tightly. "I hardly think that's necessary, Black, given that…"

"Professor Black," Sirius corrected sharply, walking between the two groups.

"…these hooligans are the ones who have threatened me," Nott said superiorly.

"Really? I didn't hear anything," Sirius replied. "Lower your wands."

"You didn't hear them threaten me? Well, then…I must ask why I'm being given detention," Nott said.

"For harassing these students, that's what," Sirius said sternly. "Go on. Back to the castle. I expect to see you tonight, Mr. Nott."

Nott glared at Sirius, not lowering his wand. Sirius raised his eyebrow, hand sliding into his own robes. It took an alarmed looking Millicent to grab the back of his robes, pulling him, for Nott to pocket his own wand, shoot a nasty look over Sirius's shoulder, then turned to shove through his friends back to the castle. They watched the group slowly make their way back to the castle, half expecting some to run back or hurl curses at them. Sirius remained with them, standing protectively in front of them, hand still on his wand. Only when the others disappeared from sight did they relax and Sirius turn to them.

"How are you holding up?" he asked Hermione.

"I'm okay, Sirius," she replied.

"And the rest of you?" Sirius asked.

"We're good," Harry said. "They couldn't do much, only riled Hermione up a bit."

"Of course they did," Sirius muttered. "Wish I could say it will get better but the way Snape lets them run off doing whatever they please, they think they own this place. Just stick to groups, keep that mirror on you, Harry. I'll always be able to hear you if there's an emergency. Dumbledore has eyes all over the place. He won't let anything too horrible happen."

"Professor Snape is my godfather, thank you very much, Professor Black," Draco said defensively. "He does not let the Slytherins get away with anything." Disbelieving snorts came from the Gryffindors, causing Draco to glare at them. Ginny giggled causing Hermione to frown. "He more certainly will not let them continue on this way. Regardless of my stance with the other Slytherins, I'm still his favorite, you know."

"Well that might be good for you, Draco, but for Hermione…" Harry said.

"And I will ask him to make sure she's alright. Besides, she's carrying my child. I doubt I'd have to ask for him to be sure the newest Malfoy heir is treated well. Even if he is still in the womb," Draco said confidently. "And you probably shouldn't be speaking of your colleagues in such a manner, Professor Black."

Sirius muttered unintelligibly under his breath then looked seriously at Harry. "I better get back. But you know I'm always available if you need to talk." He then grinned and glanced to the others. "All of you, really. Whenever you need me."

"Good to know," Draco commented with a smirk. Sirius glared at him before walking off.

"Must you be so annoying?" Daphne muttered.

"He started it," Draco said.

"At least he's feeling better," Astoria said with a smile.

"That's one way of looking at it," Draco said.

"Am I the only one who got a bad feeling from Nott?" Grace asked.

"He threatened to kill my unborn child. Of course not," Hermione said. "Do you think he really would?"

"Who knows," Draco replied. "Christopher Nott's a Death Eater. Notoriously sadistic. But Theodore's never been so bad. This year he's been acting much worse than usual. I want to say he was just saying it to get under our skin, but…Can't really put it past anyone, can we?"

"Sirius is right. We'll just make sure someone's with you at all times, Mione. No way anyone is going to hurt you," Ron said vehemently.

"You don't need to go out of your way. I'll be fine. I can defend myself," Hermione argued.

"Like you did the night you got pushed down a flight of stairs?" Draco said. "No. You need protection."

"I don't need…"

"Think about our son, Hermione," Draco snapped.

"You don't think I am?" Hermione cried.

"You're more worried about your pride than anything right now," Draco said. "If he's serious…You don't know what…Just…It can't hurt to be safe with it."

"I hate to say it, but Draco might be right," Harry said. "What if Nott was the one who pushed you that night?"

"I…" Hermione said, blinking rapidly. "I…Oh alright. But only in the corridors and outside. Everywhere else I am I'll already have people around me and won't need you all crowding around me."

"Fine. Only when you're places you need it. But you need to promise you'll ask someone to go with you if you're going somewhere. Okay?" Draco said.

Hermione glared.

"I agree with the ferret," Ron said. "We just want you to be safe, Mione."

"Fine, fine, fine," she huffed. "I will proceed with life with the utmost caution from now on."

"Thank you," Draco said.

"Now, I need to head towards Ancient Runes," Hermione said, checking her watch. She then smiled up at the brooding black Slytherin. "Blaise?"

"Since we have the same class, I don't see why not," Blaise replied sarcastically.

"Get over it, Blaise," Draco snapped. "Don't talk to her that way."

"As if you care," Blaise snorted. "C'mon, Hermione."

"Oh before you go, Daphne and I wanted to have a sort of…We were thinking that we can all meet up again tomorrow afternoon. Room of Requirement?" Neville suggested.

"Why is that?" Blaise asked.

"Just to…We think it would be good for everyone," Neville said.

"Please? Just…We want to see something," Daphne said.

"Maybe," Blaise said, extending his arm to Hermione. The witch smiled at him then looped her arm through his. Neither saw the glare that both Draco and Ron sent in their direction. Ginny was too focused on her brother to notice her love interest's jealousy. Grace was watching Astoria who was busy whispering to Daphne, asking if she could come along the next day, to avoid Grace's gaze. Only Neville and Harry seemed to notice, both wizards exchanging a long look that managed to tell each other a lot. Both had a pretty good idea of what it meant, though neither were very sure what to do about the situation. They had their own problems to worry about, anyway.

The day had been long and difficult for Severus Snape. The Death Eater meeting last night had run later than he hoped allowing him precious little time for sleep, especially since he had to debrief with Dumbledore when he returned to the castle. He had the misfortune of being seated next to Black in the staff meeting that was held before breakfast, inevitably leading to an argument that had to be interrupted by Dumbledore numerous times. His morning classes were insufferable, lunch had been chaotic, and his afternoon classes were unbearable. In his next to last class, Longbottom nearly blew up his cauldron. Weasley was hovering over Granger, making her irritable. Given her apparent pregnancy, as well as the annoyance of Weasley, Severus couldn't fault her much, though he still deducted a great number of potions from Gryffindor.

Another class to go, then he had to have a very long discussion with Pansy Parkinson before writing to her parents to inform them of her transgressions. Severus finished grading the latest essays from his fifth year Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw class then began to watch the clock more than anything. At least he had no detentions. He couldn't deal with Potter tonight, even if he could get sex out of it. All he really wanted to do was sit down with a glass of his favorite scotch, read a good book, and sleep.

Unfortunately, when he called time and the students began filing up to his desk, placing their samples down, Potter remained behind. Severus hoped he was waiting for one of his friends, but as the other students trickled out, Severus resigned himself to the fact that Potter was waiting to talk to him. "What is it, Potter?"

"Erm…I need to tell you something," Potter said, swallowing hard.

"Very well. Tell me," Severus said impatiently.

Potter took a deep breath then slowly let it out. "You have a class coming soon; I won't take much time…Only…I thought you should know that I'm pregnant. So…Bye."

Pregnant?

Poppy had come to him five days ago with a blood sample to look over. Whomever it belonged to had a great number of potions in their system that she wanted him to attempt to decipher. The biggest thing was that the patient was male and pregnant. Severus hadn't been sure whether or not to believe her, though he didn't see why Poppy would be lying or playing a joke on him. He was also well aware of her skill in medi-wizardry but it was still a difficult concept to believe. Figuring out the potion was top priority and, if it was true, he had been sure he would see whom it was before too long.

Had he ever expected that Potter would be the one? No. But he should have. Of course, it was Potter. Of course, Harry bloody Potter would be the first pregnant male in history. He was also the first and only person known to have survived the Killing Curse. Why not be able to fucking conceive?

"You expect me to believe this?" Severus hissed as Potter walked to the door.

"No. Guess not. Didn't fully believe it myself, to be honest," Potter said with a shrug. "I don't care what you think, really."

"Then why did you tell me?"

"Because, for some reason, I thought you deserved to know," Potter snapped. "So that, maybe, when a baby comes up in…however long…you're not all that surprised! Don't worry, I'm sure a nose like yours is a dominant gene so we're sure to have proof it's yours."

"Why you little…"

"Just shut up, Snape! I don't want to hear it. I have enough to deal with and think about without you being a complete arse to me," Harry said.

"Deten…Fifty points from Gryffindor, Potter," Severus snarled. "And get rid of it."

"How did I know you were going to say that?" Potter laughed bitterly. "Let's just kill the only child I'm likely to have because I'm a bloody git without a heart!"

"You must think yourself very amusing, Potter, but I'm not laughing," Severus growled.

"Am I? What the fuck, Snape?" Potter snapped. "I should have known better than to try to tell you anything."

"I do not want children."

"Of course you don't! But this isn't your choice," Potter said. "I don't know what I'm going to do! What I need is someone to help me figure this out because I don't bloody know! Most people could probably go to the father of their child to decide things like this but you're such a bloody git…"

"I already told you what to do, Potter!" Severus said in exasperation.

"…I should have gone to my friends, but you know what? They all have their own problems to deal with right now! More problems than anyone should deal with. Can't go to my parents. They'll bloody kill me. And you!"

"I had no idea you cared," Severus drawled. "I'm touched."

"Shove off," Potter spat. His hands flew up to his messy hair, pulling at the black stands in frustration. "Look. I only wanted you to know. I'll let you know what I decide when I figure it out."

"What exactly do you expect from me, Potter?" Severus demanded.

"Nothing. I'm not stupid enough to expect anything from you," Potter said coldly. "You have been nothing but cruel to me since we met and I can't even expect you to treat me like a human being when we have sex!"

"Potter!" Severus hissed warningly, glancing up to the door to be sure no one was there, listening in.

"You're just…You're not even human, are you? You don't feel anything. You have no morals. I have no idea why you're in the Order of the Phoenix when I'm pretty sure being a Death Eater suits you much better than anything else," Potter snarled.

"That is enough!" Severus snapped furiously. What did Potter even know about the Death Eaters, about him? He didn't have the right to shove that into his face. He didn't know what he was talking about at all.

"No. It's not," Potter said tiredly. "I'm done, okay? My parents were right. I should have never bonded with you. And now I'm just fucked, aren't I?"

"So it would seem," Severus said darkly.

"I hate you," Potter snapped, rubbing his arm. For the first time, Severus noticed the presence of the band back in place around his wrist. Severus glared at it then back up at Potter. Now that it was on his mind, he noticed the stirrings of the bond, though it wasn't as strong as he would expect from their arguing.

"The feeling is mutual," he drawled.

"As if I was worried about that," the boy muttered.

"Don't pout."

"I'm not pouting! Whatever. Sounds like your class is here. I'll see you in a few days, I guess."

"Doubtlessly," Severus muttered darkly. Two very different feelings conflicted within him at the moment. The first was the urge to make the boy stay and has it out until he had nothing left. The other part of him realized that Potter didn't have much left to give as it was. Potter looked too weary, too distracted to give an argument its all. Severus frowned as he watched the brat grab the doorknob. "Potter." The boy turned, giving him a tired look. "The headmaster is notorious for sticking his nose where it doesn't belong. Perhaps it would not be inadvisable to allow him to this once."

Potter looked confused. Was Severus really going to have to spell it out for him?

"You're so worried about 'not having someone to talk to'," Severus mocked him. "Too dense to make your own decisions. A man as controlling as the headmaster, who believes he knows best, would be the prime candidate to deal with your mess. You should have gone to him. It was foolish to come to me."

It wasn't as nice as his suggestion had originally been, but Potter wore on his patience too much.

Green eyes blinked. "Oh. Err…Thanks. I think."

"Do you?"

Potter eyed him suspiciously a moment, lingering where he stood for several seconds before finally opening the door and stepping out. Almost immediately, his next class began to swarm in, muttering quietly and glancing over their shoulders after Potter. Severus rubbed his temples as the brats began to take their seats.

A father. How in the world was he supposed to be a father? It really would be better if Potter just got rid of the child. Severus had never wanted children, never expected to have any. He didn't even know where to begin thinking about all of this. It was tempting to cancel the class and have that glass of wine early. Dreading that time, though, where he would have to face this impending fatherhood. Merlin forbid it would actually happen. Surely, Potter was smarter than to actual have the damnable child? He found himself more eager to throw himself into his work. So he stood, erased the board from last lesson and picked up the chalk to begin writing about the Cattoula Concoction.

Author's Note: Another installment! Slowly getting better about updating!

Big thanks to my reviewers and my amazing beta!
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