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I Do or I Don\'t	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 7308 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: I'm really glad with the response this story has been receiving :D Gets me through this horrendous time, otherwise known as exams.
Thanks to the following reviewers: Debra, Starr, Jan, Misora
Warnings: MPreg, angst, short flashback
I hope you'll like this chapter!

Chapter 3
House elves were scurrying back and forth, doing their best to finish all the last minute tasks that the bride had forced onto them, while the guests kept pouring in, making their way to the grand backyard where the ceremony would take place.
A pair of dark green eyes wandered around the large, circular room where guests had to place their gifts on a large, gleaming, white table which at the moment was under the watchful eye of Narcissa Malfoy. Her faint blue gown shimmered softly in the sunlight whenever she moved and her long, blonde hair was done up in an intricate bun. A pearl necklace complemented her outfit and her rose nail polish glittered faintly whenever she shook hands with a guest.
Harry and Hermione had arrived five minutes ago and had dutifully placed their own gifts on the table, accepting the hug and kiss that Narcissa bestowed upon them. Ron would have joined them as well, if he hadn't had to fill in for a sick colleague.
"Seems like you're still very busy," Hermione noted; a wary look etched on her face when she watched a house elf running past her, carrying a vase of bright purple flowers.
Narcissa smiled thinly. "Astoria certainly knows what she wants," she murmured and if decorum had allowed it, she probably would have sighed.
It made Harry wonder what Narcissa's real thoughts about Astoria were. Was she happy to have her as a daughter-in-law or had she preferred someone else?
Harry still had trouble envisioning marrying someone because they met certain standards and not because you loved them, but what did he know? This was just another piece of evidence that despite their friendship, Draco and Harry were still quite different. He knew Draco had respect for Astoria – she came from a rather prestigious Pureblood family and wasn't exactly a weak witch either – but he wondered whether Draco could stand being married to her for the rest of his life.
It made his heart clench with pain.
"If you want, you still have time to talk to them before the ceremony starts," Narcissa muttered, smiling invitingly at a middle aged witch, who dumped a long, circular package on the table. "I imagine they'll be happy for a chance to talk to their friends."
Harry opened his mouth to say thank you, but that he would go outside already to take up his post as one of the groomsmen when Hermione's hand came down hard on his arm and squeezed warningly in it.
She smiled gently at the older woman. "Thank you, we will." She steered Harry with her out of the room, not letting up until they halted on the second floor, where the bustle of the festivities was fairly muted.
"What the hell, Hermione?" Harry frowned and snatched his arm back, rubbing over the sore spot. Hermione could grip quite hard if she wanted to.
She huffed and narrowed her eyes. "Have you told him yet?" she demanded, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Her deep blue dress fell loosely around her hips; the broche of a small butterfly catching most of the attention.
He shifted uncomfortably, glancing away from the penetrating gaze. "No, I haven't," he admitted after a short bout of silence.
"Harry."
Her exasperated sigh made him wince and regret the fact that he had confided in her what had happened to him. Maybe he should have lied about the father's identity after all.
"Sorry, I have to go now. I promised George I would help him with the shop this afternoon," Ron apologised, shoving his chair back gently to stand up.
"Have fun with that," Harry smirked, recalling an afternoon when Ron had returned with bright green skin, courtesy of a new toy which required more research.
His best friend flipped him the bird behind his back while he bent forwards to kiss his wife and Harry snickered, picking up his cup to sip of his lukewarm tea.
As soon as the tell-tale sound of the Floo echoed through the house, a pair of concerned, brown eyes zoomed in on him, making him lower his cup.
"What?" He frowned, putting his tea back on the table, sitting up straighter.
"Look, Ron can be quite oblivious at times, so it's easy to fool him, but you can't fool me," she told him solemnly. "Who is the father of your baby?"
He scowled. "I told you, I can't remember," he retorted; a hint of irritation creeping into his voice. It had been very awkward and uncomfortable to inform his two best friends that he had slept with a man and had gotten himself knocked up. When Ron – after passing out for a bit – had inquired who the father was, Harry had fibbed and told them that he couldn't remember the guy's name. No way in hell was he going to admit that he had slept with Draco. He didn't even want to envision the scene that would spring up from that little admission.
Her eyes hardened a bit and he shifted in his chair, wishing he had taken up George's offer to help him in his shop. At least then he wouldn't have subjected himself to an interrogation.
"Harry, please, I'm not an idiot. We've been friends since we were eleven," she told him, narrowing her eyes. "I know when you're lying and I know that you know who the father is. So fess up. Who did you sleep with?"
"That's none of your damn business, 'Mione," he growled, tensing up. His arms automatically crossed themselves in front of his stomach.
"Look, I'm not trying to be nosy, but don't you think that guy deserves to know that he's going to be a father?" She furrowed her eyebrows, pursing her lips. "Why are you so against telling him? You know he has the right to know about your baby."
"It would only complicate things, trust me," he muttered, his lips tightening. For a brief moment he had thought about informing the blond about his upcoming fatherhood, but he had quickly dismissed that idea. How on earth would he explain that as the least drunk one out of the two of them, he hadn't done anything to stop Draco? He couldn't lose Draco as his friend, merely because he had fucked up one night.
Besides, Draco was on the verge of getting married – who was he to ruin his upcoming marriage? He would raise the baby on his own; he was fairly certain he would be able to do that. He had some experience thanks to helping Andromeda raise Teddy, so it wasn't as if he was completely clueless when it came to babies.
The part in him – larger than he cared to admit – that longed to inform the blond wizard about the child and that even dared to construct some fantasies in which Draco would accept the baby and choose him instead of Astoria was ruthlessly forced down every time it reared its head.
"Why would it complicate things?" she asked confused, her nails tapping quietly on the table. "I mean, sure, you two were drunk, but he should take up his responsibility as well."
Harry gritted his teeth and raked a hand harshly through his hair, messing it up even further than the wind had done. "He's already with someone, all right?" he snapped annoyed, wishing that Hermione would just drop the subject already. Why did it matter so much to her that he informed the father of his baby about it? He could raise this baby on his own; he didn't need any help.
Hermione was quiet for a while, before she hesitatingly said, "Well, if he slept with you, then his relationship can't be that strong."
He snorted and shook his head. The bitter smile on his face broke through before he could stop it. "No, trust me; he's in it for the long run with her."
"Her?" She blinked surprised and then a flash of amusement crossed her face. "Don't tell me you slept with Draco?" she chuckled, obviously intending the question to be a joke.
Against his will he felt his cheeks turning a flaming red and he turned away, swallowing loudly. Crap, he had just betrayed himself, hadn't he?
"Harry?" Hermione said slowly, clearly having noticed his less than subtle reaction at her friendly jib. "I was joking, you know."
"Yeah, I know," he replied, nearly inaudible. He didn't dare to look up at her, deciding that the green tiles were a lot more interesting.
"But you're not joking," she muttered and he heard her inhale sharply. "Draco Malfoy is the father of your baby?!"
He had made her promise not to tell Ron about it; it had already taken him more than an hour to convince Hermione that storming into Malfoy Manor to give Draco a piece of her mind would be a very bad idea and he wouldn't appreciate it at all – he didn't even dare to imagine how badly Ron would have reacted if he knew who the father was.
Harry appreciated that Hermione was protective of him, but really, in this case it was mostly his own fault: he could have stopped the whole thing at any moment and he never had. If anything, he should be the one apologising to Draco for sleeping with him – taking advantage of him – when he was clearly not in a right state of mind.
"Are you seriously never going to tell him?" Hermione asked incredulously, tapping her foot impatiently against the shining marble floor.
"No, I'm not," he answered, already tensing up. "I don't want to lose him as a friend, Hermione. Call me a coward if you want, but I don't want to risk losing him just to tell him he got me knocked up. It was my decision to keep the baby, remember? I'm not going to burden him with it."
"Harry, he needs to know," she insisted, looking at him with determination flashing up in her eyes. "What are you going to do if he notices the similarities between your baby and him? Or what are you going to say when he notices that the baby's magic feels familiar? Because he will know sooner or later, Harry and it's better if he finds out now than in a couple of years."
"I can't … He's going to be furious, 'Mione," he said helplessly; the fingers of his right hand burying themselves into the left sleeve. Just imagining the furious look on the blond's face when he told him the truth was enough to make his heart clench in panic and fear. He had kept the baby – and subsequently their night together – a secret for almost five months now; Draco would be beyond furious if he was informed now.
And for what purpose? Draco was still going to marry Astoria; telling him about the baby would only complicate everything and Harry didn't want to be responsible for ruining their marriage before it could even start.
Yes, he was a coward – but there was too much at stake now for him to be brave.
"Probably," Hermione conceded and the harsh look in her eyes softened considerably. "Look, you both fucked up. There's no denying that. But that's why you should do the right thing now; your baby deserves to know his other father, Harry. And Draco deserves to know that he's going to be a father soon." Her arms came around him, hugging him gently. "You need to do the right thing, Harry."
Harry sighed deeply and closed his eyes for a brief moment, resting his head on Hermione's shoulder. As always she was right of course; he knew there was a chance that Draco would feel the similarities between his magic and that of the baby's and keeping the truth from him would only make everything even more complicated.
At the same time he was afraid of confessing the truth. What would Draco do once he knew that Harry was expecting his child? Would he refuse to ever acknowledge it? Would he try to take it away from Harry? Would he demand that Harry got rid of it?
There was no way in hell that Harry would give this baby up. Despite everything, he wanted this child and nothing would take his baby from him – even if it was Draco asking him to get rid of it.
That would be one demand he wouldn't be able to comply with. No matter how much he wanted Draco, no matter how much he liked him, he would not get rid of his baby.
"Fine, I'll tell him," he muttered, raising his head from her shoulder.
She gave him a soft smile. "You'll be fine; it'll work out, you'll see," she murmured soothingly and brushed a kiss against his cheek. "Go now, before he needs to be in the garden."
Swallowing loudly, Harry nodded and turned around, making his way to Draco's room. He felt like he was walking towards his doom with every step he took. No matter how horrible that walk had been, he was honestly starting to think that he preferred meeting Voldemort to die than to speak with Draco about the baby. There were so many things that could go wrong …
But he had made his bed and now he had to lie in it, huh?
His hand briefly dipped down to touch his stomach. At five months, he had developed quite a noticeable bump already and it was only thanks to the concealing robes he wore that nobody had taken notice of it yet. So far only Hermione, Ron, Andromeda and by extent Teddy as well (as the boy had been adamant about knowing why his Uncle Harry had been ill a lot) knew about the pregnancy and he would have preferred to keep it that way. Unfortunately he had also learnt a long time ago that he couldn't always get what he wanted.
Halting right in front of a dark door, he hesitated for a while. He raised his hand to knock on the door, but instead of making contact with the cold wood, his hand just hovered in front of it. His nerves were making him nauseous and he faintly wondered whether he would end up needing to throw up despite his morning sickness not having popped up for at least a month.
Merlin, he was absolutely terrified to face Draco now. Why the hell had he agreed to tell him? He was a damn idiot, he should never have agreed to this. But it was not too late yet. He could still turn around, hide in one of the rooms until the ceremony started and then avoid Hermione for the rest of the day.
Piece of cake, right?
"If you keep standing there like that, the elves will start to think you're a statue and dust you off," Draco's voice drawled, breaking through his musing abruptly.
He nearly jumped three feet in the air and placed a hand on his heart, feeling it pound wildly. "Damn it, Draco! Don't do that!" he snapped, scowling at the blond man, who had just opened the door.
He tried his best to ignore how handsome Draco looked in his white suite and robe.
Draco cocked his head, raising an eyebrow. "You're the one hovering in front of my door," he reminded Harry coolly. "What are you doing here? Did the ceremony start already?"
Harry's hand dropped from his chest and came to clench his robes. He licked his lips and shook his head. "Ah no; it hasn't started yet. I'm here to … I need to talk to you."
"Be my guest," Draco murmured and opened the door wider to let Harry through, throwing him a curious look.
His heart seemed quite intent on escaping his chest and irrationally he wondered whether Draco could hear his pounding heart from where he was standing.
Harry ended up hovering in front of a large window, which was half covered by a thick, light blue curtain. Draco leant against his desk – which was cluttered by various files and parchments and books – and swept his hand in front of him.
"What do you need to talk about?"
"It's about … I just …" Crap, he needed to start over again. This really wasn't going smoothly at all. "Eh, weird question maybe, but do you remember your bachelor party?"
Draco blinked and his fingers which had been tapping on an old book stilled. "Bits and pieces," he answered curtly and a strange emotion flashed up in his eyes for a few seconds. "Not much … tends to happen when one gets drunk. Why?"
"Do you … remember anything from that night?" Harry asked hesitatingly. How did one go about asking a bloke whether he had cheated on his fiancée with another man on his bachelor party?
"Stop beating around the bush and just say what you want to say, Potter," Draco said abruptly and he straightened his shoulders; a hint of irritation gliding over his face.
Ah, his surname, huh? He must be annoying him quite a bit then.
"Do you remember sleeping with someone that night?" Harry brought out, crossing his arms in front of his chest, trying his best to keep calm. Screw diplomacy and being careful about it; it obviously wasn't him doing any favours.
Draco froze visibly and he narrowed his eyes until they were small slits of stone grey. "Who the fuck told you that?" he spat, taking a step forwards. His hand clenched into a fist next to his side and Harry had the suspicious feeling that Draco would have liked to grab his wand now.
He really couldn't afford this talk to turn into a magical duel.
Well, it was now or never, right? No sense in keeping it from him or trying to keep beating around the bush.
Steeling himself, Harry took a deep breath and raised his head, looking straight in irritated, grey eyes when he replied, "Nobody told me that. I know, because I'm the one you slept with."
Silence hung heavily in the room and Harry had to do his best not to shift nervously under the hard stare Draco was favouring him with after his confession. "You're joking," Draco said monotone, shaking his head in disbelief.
"I'm not," Harry said, licking his lips. His mouth felt unbearably dry. "We, we were both drunk – you more than I was – and we slept together. I left before you woke up."
Draco glared at him, audibly gritting his teeth. "And why the fuck are you telling me that now? Why not, oh, I don't know? The morning after we fucked?" he spat, balling both his hands to fists. "What are you even trying to accomplish here, huh? Thought you could just waltz in and mention that we …"
"I'm pregnant," Harry blurted out loudly.
That made the blond shut up and stare at him shocked.
When Draco continued to be silent, Harry continued in a wavering voice, "It … I went to the Healer in January, when you threatened to sic your mum on me. The Healer, he – he told me that my nausea was caused by the pregnancy. Apparently our combined magic and the heightened magic in the air because of that upcoming holiday was enough to … you know, to create a temporary womb and yeah," he stammered, trailing off. Without realising it, he had been staring at the floor, fidgeting with his fingers. He looked up when he didn't hear anything and flinched underneath Draco's almost murderous glare.
"What are you saying? That that child is mine?" Draco spoke incredulously and his harsh glare shifted from Harry's face towards his waist.
Harry brought his hands in front of his rounded stomach, as if to protect it from the piercing eyes. "Yes, the baby is yours. Whose else could it be?"
Draco didn't even seem surprised to hear that men could get pregnant; why would he be when he grew up in this world?
Draco's glare turned calculating and he was mouthing something to himself before he suddenly turned his piercing eyes back to Harry again, who stiffened in response.
"That makes you, what? Around five months pregnant?"
Harry nodded mutely and wondered whether he should just leave and not look back. Hermione had been a fool to think that everything would be all right. It was as clear as day that Draco was furious about the news. Not that Harry could really blame him, considering what he had just been told, but had it really been that naïve of him to hope that he and Draco would be able to talk about this situation like the adults they were supposed to be?
He wasn't expecting anything from the Malfoy heir – really, he wasn't. Sure, it would have been nice to have Draco's full support and maybe even having him with him as his lover – boyfriend sounded too juvenile – but Harry was realistic. At best, he could hope that Draco wouldn't completely shun their baby. At this point, it didn't matter to Harry anymore whether he would lose Draco as his friend – as long as Draco wouldn't take out his anger on the baby, he didn't care. That's what he kept telling himself anyway. Maybe one day he would be able to wholeheartedly believe it too.
Harry backed away hastily when Draco's arm flew out and smacked several of his books and parchment off the desk onto the floor.
"Why the fuck did you wait so long to tell me about this?!" Draco asked in a shrill voice; his eyes alight with fury.
"Because I … I … I didn't know what to do, okay!" Harry retorted, a hint of desperation sneaking into his voice. "Do you think this has been easy for me? For Merlin's sake, I didn't even know men could get pregnant! I've been trying to deal with this since I heard the news and I just … I didn't know how to tell you, all right." He looked away, hugging himself; he felt inexplicably cold all of a sudden. "Look, I'm not trying to fuck up your life, okay? I'm not expecting anything of you. You – you don't have to take care of the baby or even acknowledge it if you don't want to. I just thought you should know the truth. I just ask you not to take out your anger on my baby, please," he whispered, clenching his eyes shut.
Merlin, this was just one complete disaster. He should have kept his mouth shut.
"You're keeping it?"
Harry hunched his shoulders, despite the fact that Draco seemed to have calmed down somewhat. "Yeah, I'm not giving it up. I can take care of the baby on my own just fine; like I said, I don't expect anything from you."
When he chanced a glance at the man who had kept his head and heart in turmoil for more than a year now, he was baffled at the way various emotions kept flickering over his face; each one gone too soon for Harry to decipher what the other man was thinking.
"I'll … I'll just leave now," Harry muttered and started to walk towards the door. "I'm sorry for waiting until now to tell you about the baby. It wasn't my …"
"Shut up, Harry!" Draco said impatiently and held up his hand, causing Harry to stop abruptly. A queer look crossed the blond's face when he studied Harry intently. "Can you go back to your house now?"
"Why would I …"
"Please? I need some time to think about this."
Harry nodded subdued, biting his lower lip. After dropping a bomb of this magnitude on the Malfoy heir, the least he could do was give the other man some space. It stung that the other one didn't want him in the wedding anymore, but really, what had he expected? He should just be glad that Draco hadn't cursed him.
Yet.
"All – all right, I'll just go then," Harry muttered awkwardly and slipped out of the room; the resounding 'click' of the door falling shut sounded final.
Forcing himself to not look back, his heart thudding painfully in his chest, he searched for a room where the fireplace had a connection to the Floo network and used a pinch of the pale green powder to get him to Grimmauld Place; not even attempting to contact Hermione first.

He curled up in the large arm chair, his arms wrapped around himself while he stared blankly into the fire. The only sounds penetrating the silence in the living room were the gentle crackling of the fire and his quick breathing.
He had fucked up. Badly. And there was nothing he could do about it now. Hermione had been gravely mistaken; there was no way he could ever repair a rift of this magnitude between him and Draco. He had already screwed up by sleeping with the man whilst he was drunk and not telling him about it, but then he went and made it worse by keeping the baby a secret for three months, despite the fact that he and Draco had seen each other weekly.
Merlin, how pissed off was Draco now?
It wouldn't surprise Harry if the only reason why he hadn't been cursed yet was because he was carrying a baby. Despite the fact that Draco could be quite a bastard at times, he would never attempt to hurt an innocent person. Out of everyone involved, this baby was probably the most innocent of them all.
He dropped his head and stared mournfully at his bump, which was quite visible now that he had removed his outer robes. "I'm sorry I've screwed up," he muttered and dipped his hand down to caress his rounded stomach. "It seems I've been doing nothing but screwing up things lately," he chuckled bitterly, closing his eyes briefly.
Had there been a better way to inform Draco about their unborn child? Maybe he had been too abrupt, too unsubtle?
Or maybe he had just been too late with the news. Would Draco have reacted better if Harry had immediately confessed the news after receiving it?
Or had it all been doomed to fail from the start, because he had been a coward? He felt disgusted by himself; how could he have ever thought he could get away with sleeping with someone who had been engaged? Who had been his friend, damn it? The glaring fact that he had betrayed Draco's friendship by keeping both the sex and the baby a secret for so long hurt more than everything else.
How could he have hurt Draco like that? He, out of all people, knew how much Draco valued trust. He had broken that trust by sleeping with the man while he hadn't been in the right state of mind to stop and had completely shattered it by keeping the baby a secret from so long.
Fuck, what was he going to do now? What would happen now?
Fear started to wrap around him, slowly constricting. Would Draco try to take away his baby once he or she was born? He wouldn't do that, right? He couldn't be planning on separating him from the baby. There was no way he would think of doing that.
Right?
"I won't let him take you away from me," he whispered, feeling the sharp, hot sting of tears pressing against the back of his eyes. "You're the only good thing that came out of this whole mess."
"Making me out to be the villain is not quite nice, Harry."
Harry's head shot up when the cool voice drawled behind him and he froze, both his hands placed on his stomach. How on earth had he managed to miss the sound of the Floo activating? What kind of Auror was he, for fuck's sake?
Draco came slowly into view, his steps slow and measured. He had exchanged his white outfit for a simple white shirt and black trousers. He halted a couple of feet away from the armchair. Nothing in his relaxed stance screamed danger and yet Harry couldn't bring himself to relax; his head spinning with questions, most of them focusing on one main inquiry: why was Draco here?
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked warily and shifted a bit, filling the outline of his wand digging into his thigh. Well, at least he could still defend himself if it came down to that.
It wasn't a reassuring thought. "Why aren't you at the ceremony? It should have started by now, right?"
Draco cocked his head lightly and pursed his lips. Something in his stance shifted, but for the life of him, Harry couldn't figure out what this kind of change entailed and what it meant for him specifically.
"I'm here to talk about the baby. About us."

AN2: I kind of like ending chapters at cliffhangers LOL I'm sure you have noticed that particular quirk by now XD Next chapter will be the last one of this story.
Please let me know what you thought of this chapter! Should you notice any mistakes, please point them out to me as well.
See you in two weeks!
Cuddles
Melissa
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