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Too Close	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6387 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor profit from it. J.K. Rowling owns it

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Author's note: Just to reassure everyone, this story won't be abandoned and will continue to be updated until we reach the end. I'm not planning on putting this story on hold.
Thanks to the following reviewers: Starr and SP777 (there were a couple of timeskips throughout the first two chapters and while it was not explicitly mentioned, they did sleep together several times :) )
Warnings: MPreg starting and small dash of drama.
I hope you'll like this chapter!

Chapter 3
Static noise filled his ears and he felt dazed, as if he had just received a hit to his head. Well, the news could certainly act as a hit to the head.
"You're joking, right?" Harry said weakly, staring wide eyed at the Healer who stood in front of his bed.
Thompson blinked surprised. "No, Mister Potter, I'm not joking. The tests have concluded that you're five weeks pregnant. You collapsed, because your magic is currently being shared between you and the baby and the sudden surge of your magic caused too much strain on your body. I'd advise you to be careful about which spells you use from now on. And it's also a good idea to be put on desk duty, naturally."
"But, but I can't be pregnant," Harry mumbled, mostly to himself. His eyes shifted from the Healer to his stomach, which was still flat as a board. Surely the Healer was mistaken? There was no way he had got pregnant; he would have needed to ingest the fertility potion for that and he and Draco had decided to wait with that until the killer had been caught.
Shit. The killer. What the hell was he supposed to do now?
"The potion you ingested did its work as it should. Why are you so surprised, Mister Potter?" Thompson asked confused.
"Can you leave us alone for a moment?" Draco asked abruptly; his grey eyes had grown hard as stone, completely closed off.
Thompson's gaze slid from Harry to Draco and he nodded slowly. "Of course. I'll be back when you're ready to discuss the pregnancy." With a last nod, he silently left the room.
The sound of the door clicking shut had never been so loud.
Harry swallowed and slowly raised his head. "I – Draco, how could this have happened?" he asked in a small voice, feeling helpless. How could he be pregnant? They had both decided to wait with having children, so how come he had ingested the fertility potion without even realising it?
"I don't know. Why don't you tell me?" Draco questioned bitterly and his cold, stone grey eyes glowered at the dark haired man.
"What? I don't know anything about this!" Harry protested. "We agreed to wait with children until the killer is caught, remember?"
"Yes, and I also distinctly remember you being very disappointed about that," Draco retorted sharply.
Harry stared at him incredulously. "Are you … Do you seriously think that I took that potion without telling you?" His voice gained a slightly higher pitch and he clenched his hands, his nails cutting faint, crescent shaped marks into his soft flesh.
How could Draco even think he would go behind his back like that? Bring himself in danger like that?
"How else would you have got the means to get up the duff?" Draco snapped, slamming his hand down on the hard mattress. "Damn it, Harry, you had agreed to wait!"
"Draco, I seriously didn't take the potion! I'm not stupid!" Harry hissed, anger starting to make its way through his veins.
"And you expect me to believe that?" Draco laughed harshly. "The facts are against you, Harry! You're pregnant! I didn't give you the potion and we haven't gone out to eat in the past two months either, so nobody could have slipped it to you for whatever fucked up reason they could have had! Just fucking admit you took it!"
"For fuck's sake, I didn't take the …"
"Uncle Harry is pregnant?" An excited voice burst through their heated argument and they whirled around in shock.
Andromeda stood in the doorway, her hand on Teddy's shoulder, and she looked at them apologetically. "I'm sorry, dear, but he was in the room with me when Ron Floo called that you had been brought to the hospital and he didn't want to wait at home," she explained and she looked uncomfortable, clearly not having anticipated walking into an argument.
Teddy squirmed until he managed to free himself and he ran towards Harry, hastily climbing onto the small bed.
His brown eyes changed to emerald green and they glittered in excitement. "You're having a baby, uncle?" he asked again and his eyes shot to Harry's stomach in wonder.
Harry shifted uncomfortably and forced himself to unclench his fists. "Ah, yeah, I'm pregnant, Teddy," he murmured and he felt Draco's frosty glare at the back of his head, making him clench his teeth. What did he have to do in order for Draco to believe him? He hadn't taken the damn potion!
Teddy clapped in his hands, looking obviously thrilled and strangely pleased with himself. "So the potion did work!" he chirped and he stretched out his hand, patting Harry's flat stomach gently. "When will your belly grow, uncle?"
Harry ignored his godson's last question and instead focused on what he had said first. "Potion? What are you talking about, Teddy?" he asked apprehensively and his heart started to beat faster. Surely he had misheard the young boy?
"The potion to get a baby in your belly," Teddy grinned. "I asked Uncle Sev what potion you need to take to get a baby and he showed me it. I borrowed the potion for a bit to put some in your drink, uncle. I gave the bottle back to Uncle Sev, though," he hastily reassured his godfather, who was paling rapidly. "Uncle Draco said you couldn't find the potion, so I wanted to help you!"
This was … completely unexpected. Harry didn't know whether to get angry and scold the boy or … or … Or do what exactly? Thank him for slipping him the potion? Yes, Harry wanted to have children, but now was really not the good time. Not to mention Teddy should never have slipped him the potion without telling him. He had done it to make his godfather happy, but he clearly had no idea how dangerous the idea was. Naturally Teddy couldn't have known about the killer, but he should have realised that giving someone potions without the person being aware of it was a bad thing to do.
"YOU DID WHAT? HOW COULD YOU BE SO STUPID?" Draco raged, slamming his fist down on the small nightstand. He didn't even seem to register the pain that must be shooting through his arm now. His wand sparked in reaction to his anger and his eyes had narrowed down to furious slits, glaring down at Teddy, who paled and trembled underneath his anger.
Tears started to gather in his eyes, glittering brightly in the light and his lower lip wobbled. "I – I wanted to help you," he stammered; his face a picture of fear. Draco had never lashed out at him in fury before.
"And so you stole a god damn potion and gave it to your godfather without telling him? That has to be the stupidest and most idiotic thing you've done so far!" Draco ranted and he drew up to his full height.
Teddy burst out in tears; his violent sobs causing his body to shudder visibly. "I – I didn't mean to …"
"Andromeda, can you take Teddy with you for a moment?" Harry said urgently and quickly sat up, forming a barrier between Draco and Teddy.
Teddy whimpered and it was clear that he was so shaken by the sudden outburst of Draco that he didn't even dare to hug Harry, only whispering, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, uncle. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry!"
Andromeda crossed the room and coaxed Teddy off the bed, shepherding him out of the room while muttering soothingly to him, throwing one last wary look at them before she closed the door behind them.
As soon as the door was closed, Harry whirled around to confront Draco, whose chilling eyes could be a good substitute for the Body Freeze curse.
"Did you really have to be that angry at Teddy? You made that poor boy cry!" he said angrily, shoving the blankets off him.
"That poor boy? He has made you a target for the killer, because he had to stick his nose into our business!" Draco snapped, lashing out with his arm. "He knows better than to sneak potions in someone's drink and yet he did that! You can't honestly tell me you're all right with this!"
"Look, I agree: Teddy shouldn't have given me the potion without telling me. That was wrong of him and I'll talk to him about that," Harry sighed and rubbed his temples, in a vain attempt to stave off the headache that was slowly emerging. "But what's done is done. Getting angry at him won't change the fact that I'm pregnant now. He didn't know that we had a good reason to not have children right now. He believed you when you told him we couldn't get a hold on a potion and he just wanted to help us. He's a good kid, Draco, but just a bit too …" he searched for the correct word, "just a bit too enthusiastic," he finally decided. Not exactly the word he was going for, but it came close to what Teddy was.
All air seemed to leave Draco and he deflated like a balloon. He leant against the wall with slumped shoulders and crossed arms. "What are we going to do now?" he asked softly and looked at Harry tiredly.
Harry bit his lip and then decided he might as well throw it out now to avoid future misunderstandings. "I know that now is not a good time, but Draco, I don't want an abortion," he told him and while he was confident in his decision, he couldn't stop his voice from trembling slightly. His fingers clenched down in the rumpled heap of blankets.
No, he couldn't even contemplate the thought of getting rid of their baby. Yes, it was most likely stupid to keep the baby now – they weren't even close to catching the killer or even knowing his identity and keeping the child would just make him a walking target in a couple of months. But it was their baby. Something they both wanted and had decided to have. The circumstances weren't ideal, but they had to work with what they had. He had an insane amount of luck – perhaps that luck would hold out now and they would catch the killer soon.
"I thought you were going to say that," Draco sighed and sounded exhausted. He pinched the bridge of his nose.
Harry regarded him carefully, shuffling a bit closer to the edge of the bed and he swung his legs over them, resting his feet on the floor. "Are you going to tell me that you don't want to keep this baby?" he questioned apprehensively.
He had honestly no idea what on earth he would do if Draco told him he didn't want to take the risk and wanted to get rid of the baby now. He didn't want to force Draco to take care of a child he didn't want, but he couldn't imagine getting rid of their baby either. The first tendril of fear started to wrap around him.
"Don't be stupid, Harry," Draco answered and caressed his cheek tenderly. His eyes softened. "You know I want children with you."
Harry covered his hand and slipped an arm around Draco's waist, bringing him closer to him. "Then you want to keep this baby?" he asked softly, not daring to let the hope rise up in him.
He closed his eyes when soft lips descended on his forehead, pressing a tender kiss on his fading scar. "Yes, we'll keep it. We're going to get into some major shit, but we're going to keep it," Draco murmured and let out a soft sigh.
"We'll need to tell Kingsley," Harry mumbled after a short silence. His forehead was pressed against Draco's shoulder and he inhaled his comforting scent.
"Yeah," Draco paused, "he's not going to be happy with it. You also need to be put on desk duty."
Harry grimaced, but didn't protest. He wasn't about to risk their unborn child even more by going into the field. "We'll need to raise extra wards as well," he added, thinking about the wards they had now. Those were strong, stronger than most wizard homes, but even stronger ones added to them wouldn't hurt. "And I'll stay home once I hit the six month mark."
Draco pulled back abruptly and raised his head by putting two fingers underneath his chin. He looked at Harry in wonder. "You would really stay at home?"
Harry frowned. "Of course. The killer has so far focused on men who were six to seven months pregnant, so if I stay home around that time, there's no way he'll be able to get me," he reasoned. It was probably a naïve solution, but it was all he could do for now.
A look of utter relief passed over the blond's face. "Thank you; I didn't think you would want to do that."
"Look, I know I have been reckless in the past, but I'm not going to risk our baby," Harry murmured, pressing a fleeting kiss on Draco's wrist.
"Or risk yourself," Draco added, caressing his jaw.
"Or risk myself," Harry agreed and then raised an eyebrow. "And you need to apologise to Teddy right now. You had no right to yell at him like that."
"Yes, I know," Draco grimaced and stepped back. "I'll apologise now. I was just worried."
While Draco explained to a teary eyed Teddy that he was sorry for getting so angry at him, Harry put a hand on his stomach. A rush of resolve coursed through him. No matter what it would take, he would make certain that he wouldn't become the killer's next victim.
They were going to survive this. They just had to.

Kingsley hadn't been particularly happy with the new development.
Harry couldn't exactly blame him for that; thanks to Harry's new situation, Kingsley would have to find a new Auror to add to the team whenever they had to visit a scene or interrogate suspects. While Harry could take care of the paperwork concerning the case, it wouldn't be a good idea to have him be at the murder scenes or join an interrogation. The last murder scene had proven that even something as simple as checking a dead body could become quite dangerous.

"So, why the sudden interest in these particular wards?" Charly Bakers, the Ministry's leading expert in creating protection wards, mused while his wand created odd patterns in the air. "I mean, it looks like you already have quite some heavy wards set up in place."
"It can never hurt to have even heavier wards, right? We're both Aurors, so we have quite a few enemies," Draco answered smoothly.
"Hm, you've got a point there," Bakers mumbled and took a couple of steps to the right, so that he could weave wards there.
Harry had to stifle a smile when Draco rolled his eyes. At the Ministry only Kingsley, Ron and Hermione were aware that he was pregnant; none of them trusted the other Aurors enough to keep it a secret. Aurors still gossiped and if some of them knew about it, they would want to discuss it with others, under the pretence that those people would keep quiet about it. But Harry had learnt the hard way before that secrets could easily leak out and gossip worked fast. Given the circumstances, it just wasn't smart to inform more people about it than was necessary. The other Aurors were led to believe that Harry's magic had gone wonky for a while and therefore couldn't be trusted in situations where his magic would be likely to react to stimuli.
Harry hated the way some of the Aurors regarded him like he was some kind of freak, obviously wary of him, but the truth would bring them in danger, so he ignored the whispers and the glances as much as he could.
The new ward glittered in the May sun for a few seconds, before it tied itself to the ground and to the already existing wards.
"You want the wards around the whole property, yeah?" Bakers inquired again; glancing at Draco with scrutiny in his mud brown eyes.
"Around the whole property, yes," Draco agreed calmly. "Extend it to a few yards behind the garden as well."
Bakers raised a bushy eyebrow, but shrugged, clearly having decided that asking more specific information would be futile.
The front door opened with a soft 'creak' and a blond mop of hair popped out. "Uncle Harry, Uncle Sev is in the living room," Teddy announced; a purple crayon still clenched in his fist.
"All right, I'll be right there," Harry called back and touched Draco's wrist lightly, calling his attention.
"The vitamins?" Draco asked almost inaudibly, moving his lips imperceptibly. His grey eyes never strayed from Bakers who was now working on a new ward on the right corner of their house.
"Yes, and probably a scolding as well," Harry remarked amused and left, trusting Draco to keep an eye on Bakers.

Snape looked up from his observation of the bookcase when Harry entered the living room.
"Your taste in literature is deplorable, Potter," he informed him idly and his cloak whirled around his legs when he turned around.
The thick, reddish scar around his neck – proof that he had survived Nagini's bite during the last night of the war – stood out starkly against his otherwise pale skin.
"Not for the lack of trying on Draco's part, sir," Harry quipped and casted a quick glance at Teddy, who sat at the table, working intently on a drawing. He sat down on the couch, slightly sinking into the cushion. "You have the vitamins?"
Snape made a sweeping gesture with his hand over a brown, leather bag, put on the carpeted floor next to the lone armchair. "These will last you for two months. After that, I'll bring you more," he replied calmly and sat down on the armchair; his dark eyes focused on Harry.
"Thank you for preparing these, sir," Harry told him earnestly. Draco and he had briefly entertained the thought of visiting an Apothecary in disguise, until Draco's distrust for potions made by unfamiliar people had raised its head again and had made them decide in the end to ask Snape to prepare the potions for Harry.
"Narcissa let me know, in not to misunderstood terms, that if I did not agree to prepare the vitamins for you and the brat, I would very much regret ever making that decision," the older man informed him dryly, putting his fingertips together.
Harry couldn't contain the smile breaking through on his face. They had informed Narcissa two weeks ago that she would become a grandmother and despite the present danger, she had been quite ecstatic, going as far as offering the Malfoy Manor to Harry in case he needed a place to hide. She had been hinting for quite a while now that she wouldn't mind becoming a grandmother soon – each time hastily correcting herself, stating that she did consider Teddy as her grandchild, but well, one more would be welcome, right?
Lucius – who was still in Azkaban, serving his fifteen year sentence – had reacted a bit coolly to the news, just like how he had reacted when Draco informed him he was planning to marry Harry. However, Harry had picked up the quick flash of relief flitting into those cold, stone grey eyes – similar to Draco's, yet so different at the same time – when Draco had proudly told him that he would become a grandfather soon. For all that Lucius had his reservations about having Harry as a son-in-law – the feeling was mutual if you asked Harry – he was proud of what his son had managed to become, even with their ruined reputation after the war, and he was glad that the Malfoy line would continue.
"That said," Snape broke through his thoughts abruptly and dark eyes narrowed in contempt. "I still consider you two to be the definition of foolish for persisting with this, considering the circumstances."
Harry sighed and raked a hand through his unruly hair. "We know, sir. It's not like we haven't realised it," he retorted sharply, mindful of the young boy sitting behind him. Teddy still didn't know anything about their case and of the way he had inadvertently made his godfather a possible target and Harry wanted to keep it like that.
"At least you are taking precautions," Snape murmured, looking disdainfully outside, where he most likely had seen Bakers passing by the window. "That's more than I expected you would do."
"Thank you for having such a high opinion of us, sir," Harry said dryly. Snape would always be Snape, no matter the odd truce they had going on now ever since Harry had testified for him.
"You foolish, foolish boy," Snape murmured, throwing him an undiscerning glance. Abruptly he stood up. "I need to go back to Hogwarts. Unlike some, I can't choose my hours."
Harry ignored the jab towards him with a practice formed throughout the years and inclined his head. "Thank you again, sir, for being willing to do this."
Snape snorted harshly, passing him on his way to the foyer. "Yes, yes, just don't make me regret wasting my ingredients on you," he muttered and that was probably the closest thing Harry would ever get to hearing him say "Do stay safe.".
"Teddy, do not forget to hand in your essay tomorrow," Snape warned Teddy, who looked up with a small squeak. "I will not be pleased if you do not have it with you."
"Yes, Uncle Sev!" Teddy hastily assured him.
Harry stifled a smile and then went outside again, to see how much progress had been made in his short absence.

AN2: Not much action in this chapter, but well, that can't happen in every chapter, right? Please let me know what you think of the chapter in a review! Should there be mistakes left behind, please point them out to me.
I'll see you all in the next chapter!
Cuddles
Melissa
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