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A Very Late Birthday Present	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4026 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: We have finally reached the end of this story. Thank you so much for your support; I really appreciate it! And especially thank you for your patience ^^; I had to finish this chapter today, so I hope it isn't too bad!
Thanks to the following reviewer: Jan
Warnings: a bit of angst, but also fluff and a small time skip. I think that's it.
For the last time, I hope you'll enjoy this chapter!
Part 3
"You appear to have an extraordinary amount of luck, Mister Potter," Healer Harcus remarked, studying the parchment in his hands with narrowed eyes.
"Meaning?" Harry asked flatly; his hands lying curled up in fists on his thighs.
He'd woken up from his bout of unconsciousness around fifteen minutes ago, still in Draco's old bedroom, and had almost immediately been confronted by the Malfoys' private Healer. Harcus was a broad shouldered man, whose dark brown hair was streaked with grey and his beard neatly trimmed. His dark blue eyes were sharp and rather cool; his voice remaining monotone as he examined Harry.
"Is everything all right?" Draco inquired tersely, hovering next to the bed. His mouth was a thin line; a frown creasing his forehead faintly ever since Harry had woken up.
Narcissa was gone, having disappeared during the time Harry had been unconscious. She might have been the one to call the Healer and might be at this moment the only reason why the rest of his family and friends hadn't barged into the room yet. The others were probably wondering by now what was taking him and Draco so long to come downstairs again.
"Yes, remarkably they're both all right," Harcus replied, folding the parchment in two. "I say 'remarkably' considering Mister Potter's profession." The look he gave Harry was one of disapproval and Harry glared right back.
"It's not like I knew before today that I'm pregnant!" he bit out and some books on a shelf promptly dropped down on the floor. "Shit, sorry." He grimaced, hoping the books weren't that important.
"Don't worry about it," Draco murmured and with a flick of his wand, the books flew back to their places. "How far along is he?"
"Fourteen weeks. I estimate that the baby will be born somewhere in the beginning of February," Harcus answered and the parchment in his hand disappeared with a small puff of light purple smoke. "If you prefer, I can do the first ultrasound now. It is doubtful that the sex can already be determined, but we might as well do one now anyway."
"I'd like that," Draco said immediately and Harry nodded silently; his stomach doing an odd flip.
Having only regained consciousness a little while ago, he was still trying to come to terms with the fact that apparently he was pregnant. He was actually expecting a baby. There was a tiny human being currently growing inside of him.
That knowledge made his head spin and he was having a hard time wrapping his mind around it. He knew it was possible for men to get pregnant; Draco had explained the magical means that would make it possible for them to have children. So the idea of being pregnant as such didn't shock him – the fact that he hadn't used any of the magical means available, yet still ended up pregnant did, though. What on earth were they going to –
"Here's your child," Harcus announced, waving his wand in a complicated pattern above Harry's stomach.
A round screen popped into existence; its frame a dark blue while grey, black, and some white were swirling around in the centre, shifting and twisting around each other until it settled slowly. Most of the screen was layered in grey and black with right in the middle a black blob. Inside the black space there was a form, coloured a lighter grey, slowly moving around.
"Here's the head," Harcus pointed to the left of the small form, "and here are the legs and the arms. Can't tell yet whether it's a boy or a girl, but the baby is healthy and is growing as it should," he said gruffly.
Harry could only stare numbly at the screen, watching how the baby – his baby – was waving his or her arms back and forth, turning slowly around. Next to him the bed dipped down when Draco sat down abruptly, but Harry paid him no mind, mesmerised by the screen floating in front of them.
"Give me a moment and I'll be able to …" Harcus trailed off; a concentrated look on his face as he traced a triangle into a square in the air, the tip of his wand glowing a soft yellow.
Suddenly a repetitive 'thump, thump' noise filled the room, not skipping a beat and Harry realised stunned that he was listening to –
"Your baby's heartbeat. Nothing wrong there either."
He was actually hearing his baby's heartbeat. He was watching him or her move around and he could listen to the heartbeat and …
Fuck, he hadn't expected this.
"You do look a bit pale," Hermione said, worrying her lip between her teeth as she came up to embrace him. "Let us know if you need anything, okay?" she fussed, hugging him.
He hugged her back, breathing in her scent of old parchment and apples. "I will," he reassured her.
"I'm perfectly capable of taking care of my boyfriend, Granger," Draco drawled. He was standing a bit behind Harry, watching everyone say goodbye with his arms crossed; only tolerating a hug of his own from his mother, his Aunt Andromeda and Teddy.
She pulled back and sniffed, frowning at him. "That doesn't mean we can't worry about our best friend, Malfoy," she reminded him sharply.
"That's a concept he probably doesn't under-" Ron's remark was cut off by Hermione who stamped down on his foot, making him hiss and flinch. He scowled at her, but didn't finish his sentence, knowing from experience that something worse than just a temporary painful foot would happen then.
"Feel better soon, Uncle Harry," Teddy said, his eyes – a very light blue this time- wide with worry, embracing him tightly around his waist.
From the corner of his eye, Harry saw Draco twitch as if to move forwards, but he stilled when Harry hugged his godson back. "I will, don't worry," he smiled, ruffling the mahogany brown hair the boy had settled on today.
When they finished their goodbyes, they stepped into the fireplace to Floo back home. Before the green fire whisked them away, Harry caught the concerned faces of Hermione and Ron and he offered them a quick smile, which he hoped would put them at ease.
After Harcus had left, Harry and Draco had agreed to return to their place. The conversation they needed to have was best had at home, so they had made the excuse that Harry wasn't feeling well – which wasn't exactly a lie – and they would be going home.
Harry knew he couldn't keep his family and friends out of the loop for much longer – not when he was already starting to show – but for now he couldn't tell them yet. He was still trying to grasp the fact that he was expecting a baby; he couldn't deal yet with the multitude of questions that would no doubt be sprung upon him once the others knew about the pregnancy.
With the sunlight being filtered through the drapes, the living room was rather dark, but cool and they halted in front of the couch. They looked at each other and for the first time since waking up the gravity of his situation hit him all at once and he buckled through his knees, dropping down heavily onto the couch.
Hunching forwards and burying his face in his hands, Harry whispered, "Oh fuck."
"Oh fuck indeed," Draco murmured and there was a pause in which nobody spoke before he uttered a sigh and sank down next to the dark haired man. "How are you feeling?"
A hysterical chuckle tried to fight its way through, but Harry forced it down and replied in a strained voice, "I don't know, Draco. I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to be feeling." Taking a deep breath, he sat up and turned around to face the blond. "How could this happen? I didn't take any of those potions you mentioned, we didn't cast the appropriate spells – how the hell could I be pregnant then?"
It was a question which had been hounding him ever since waking up in Draco's old bedroom. Neither of them had cast the spells and even as inept in Potions as he was, Harry would have known immediately if any of the potions he'd taken during the last couple of months – unfortunate consequences of battling Dark Wizards – had been a Fertility Potion.
No spells, no potions; what could have possibly caused the pregnancy to happen then?
Narcissa had mentioned something about wish magic, about both partners being on the same wavelength – what had that been about? What did wish magic have to do with him ending up pregnant?
"What was Narcissa talking about when she said that thing about wish magic?" he demanded; his hands balling into fists on his thighs.
Rubbing his forehead, Draco replied slowly, "There are – stories; tales about wizards and witches powerful enough to not need a potion or a spell to get pregnant."
"How then?"
"It's rare, but … When someone is powerful enough and they have a – deep connection with their partner, a pregnancy might occur if both wish to have a child," Draco explained stiffly; his eyes looking everywhere but Harry's face. "Researchers are still trying to discover how exactly it happens, but at the moment they assume that a pregnancy can happen if there's enough magical prowess in play, together with a great desire to have a child. If the right elements occur at the right moment, that results in a baby then."
Green eyes stared at him. "So, what are you saying? That we were both secretly wishing for a baby?" Harry asked incredulously.
How absurd! So all they had to do was wish for a baby and poof, there it was? That was just ridiculous!
"Clearly we were, otherwise you wouldn't be pregnant now," Draco bit out and crossed his arms. His shoulders were tense and he looked only a moment away from bolting out of the room.
"B-but that's just not possible!" Harry sputtered, throwing his hands up. "I'd know if I was wishing for a baby! Why the hell would I want a baby now? I'm this close to getting promoted to Head Auror – I wasn't planning on having children for another few years!"
Draco knew that; they had discussed it in length once they'd realised how serious their relationship had got. They had agreed that either one of them would propose to the other somewhere next year, but they would wait at least four more years before actually expanding their family. Four years had been deemed an appropriate time frame in both their minds: by then Draco would be running his own Potions business and Harry would be Head Auror. That promotion wasn't officially set in stone yet, but Kingsley had already confided in him that he was a shoo-in for the position. It would only take one more year tops before Harry would be granted the title.
Being Head Auror would come with a shit ton of responsibilities, sure, but he wouldn't be required to be out in the field as much as he was now. Less required presence in the field would leave him more time to take care of any children they'd decide to have.
It had been the perfect plan – until now.
Now he was fourteen weeks pregnant, not even close to getting the promotion, and all that because of some supposed wish magic.
"How the hell should I know?" Draco snapped; his eyes flashing. "I'm not an expert in magic, Harry! I can only tell you what I've heard and read, that's all. We didn't use any spells or potions, yet you're pregnant, so the only other explanation is that a part of us wanted a child badly enough that our magic took care of it."
Was that true? Had a part of him desired a baby so much that his magic had decided to take care of it? Wouldn't he have realised that if that was the case? Even so, there was no other possible explanation for his predicament. No spells had been cast, no potions had been swallowed, yet he'd seen the proof floating right in front of him not even an hour ago.
He was pregnant. They were expecting a baby together. There was no point in trying to deny that.
The question was: what were they going to do now?
Leaning back until his head and back rested against the couch, he ran his hands through his hair, trying to figure out where they were supposed to go from here. What did you do when you became pregnant unexpectantly? When all your plans for the future were suddenly upended and you were left floundering around, not even knowing what you actually wanted?
"Why didn't you tell me about your symptoms?"
Draco's voice pulled him out of his thoughts and he shook his head, caught off guard. "Sorry, what?"
"Your symptoms, why didn't you tell me?" Draco repeated, a tad impatient. "You know, the whole self-healing, your magic screwing up, your weight gain – those ring a bell to you?"
His voice grew bitter towards the end and when Harry looked at him, Draco had a pinched look on his face; his eyes shuttered.
"Don't – it's stupid," Harry muttered, glancing away; shame flaring up.
"I don't care; I still want to know why you didn't tell me. Do you even realise how dangerous it was for you to be out in the field with your magic screwing up?" Draco asked coolly.
"What, you think I would have gone on all those missions if I'd known about the baby sooner than today?" Harry threw back sharply; a part of him felt hurt that Draco thought he'd be so callous. How could he think Harry would have risked the life of their unborn child? Sure, the baby was completely unexpected, but that didn't mean he wished harm to him or her!
Draco rose up, stepping away until the coffee table was in between them. "You knew something was wrong, though!" he said frustrated, crossing his arms. "You could have talked to me! Why did my mother have to discover you're pregnant before I did?"
"I didn't even know I'm pregnant until today! It's not like I kept it a secret from you!"
"Then why couldn't you have just - "
"Because I'm tired of feeling like a freak, all right!" He hadn't even realised he'd jumped up and stepped forwards until the edge of the table was digging into his legs.
Stunned, grey eyes met his and before he could stop himself, the words kept pouring out, "What the hell did you expect me to do? Suddenly I started healing on my own, my magic started screwing up – I've been considered a freak before, do you really think I wanted to go back to that? I don't want to feel like a freak, I want to be fucking normal for once! But then my magic kept acting up, I kept healing without any spells and it just got worse. I didn't know how to tell you, okay? I didn't know how to tell you that I'm apparently even a bigger freak than some people thought."
He was breathing heavily by the time he stopped and at once both relief and shame rushed through him. Shit, he hadn't meant to explode like that; he definitely hadn't wanted Draco to know that he had felt like a freak for the past couple of months. The blond man knew about Harry's past with the Dursleys, knew about the way they had treated him and his outburst just now would only confirm to Draco that he hadn't put the past behind him as he'd stated after their conversation about the Dursleys.
This wasn't about the Dursleys, though. This was about the fact that once again he didn't have control over his own life.
"You're not a freak, Harry," Draco said, sounding upset as he took a step closer.
"That's not the point, Draco," Harry said tersely, dragging a hand across his face. A headache was building up and he wanted nothing more than to just lie down and go to sleep, forget everything that had happened today for just a moment. "I know – I know I'm not, but I just … I didn't know what to do, okay? I got … scared," he admitted haltingly, wrapping his arms around himself.
"Harry …"
"Suddenly there were moments my magic didn't do what it was supposed to do and all my injuries kept healing and I know, okay? I know I should have talked to you about it, but … I just thought that – that it'd go away on its own if I didn't pay attention to it. If I – if I just ignored it, everything might turn back to normal and I didn't want to worry you. I just …" He took a shuddering breath, not even sure anymore what he was trying to explain.
Everything was messed up and he didn't know what to do anymore.
Arms wrapped around him, pulling him against Draco's body and he closed his eyes, resting his head on Draco's shoulder. They stood there for a while; the sounds of birds chirping and children laughing in the distance washed over them.
"You can't go into the field anymore," Draco said quietly. His left hand was resting on Harry's hip, but the other was rubbing over Harry's back, a soothing motion that had the dark haired man slump against him.
"I know," Harry murmured and sighed. "I wasn't planning to."
It had been a miracle that the baby hadn't been harmed thus far, considering the amount of danger he'd been in during his missions. He didn't want to risk finding out whether his luck would hold out or not.
Thinking about the missions, though … "Why am I healing without spells or potions actually?" He frowned, pulling away slightly to look at Draco. Narcissa hadn't appeared that surprised by the revelation, but there hadn't been any explanation so far as to why the spontaneous healing was occurring.
"I kind of get why my magic is messing up, I think, but what's the deal about the healing?" The hand on his back stilled. "Is that healing thing something that happens to every pregnant person?"
"Not everyone. Some experience it, some don't." Draco shrugged, a thoughtful look crossing his face as he placed an absent kiss on Harry's forehead. "The baby's actually helping you heal."
"The baby," Harry repeated flatly; his mind blanking at that particular titbit of information.
"Yes, the baby. The baby depends on you for everything: from food to safety. Your magic is linked to his or hers as well, so when you get seriously hurt, the baby helps speed up the healing progress by pushing a bit of his or hers magic to you through the link you share. A simple cut or a burn cured quickly by a spell won't trigger the healing process, but if you get injured worse than that, you might grow too weak to support the baby. To prevent you from becoming too incapacitated, the baby will offer you his or her own magic to help you. You get better quicker and the baby is reassured that you'll be able to take care of him or her again."
"So basically what you're saying is that every unborn child has Slytherin tendencies," Harry remarked blankly as he digested what he'd just been told. Their baby had been helping him heal this whole time?
"If having a shred of self-preservation is a Slytherin tendency, then by all means, all unborn children are Slytherins," Draco drawled. "With a bit of luck that tendency is something our baby will give to you as well through your link."
That startled a laugh out of Harry for some reason and the corners of Draco's mouth curled up; both his hands resting on the younger man's hips now.
Laughing – even as short as this bout had been – left him feeling tired and he released a soft sigh, rubbing both hands over his face. "I want to sleep a bit. I'm tired," he confessed quietly.
Lips pressed a soft kiss against his own. "Then sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."
Harry nodded and together they made their way upstairs. As Harry climbed in the bed, dragging the thin blanket over his body, Draco settled down next to him; his fingers sinking down in black strands. "Sleep, I'm here."
Sleep engulfed him as soon as he closed his eyes.
They didn't talk about the baby for a while after that. Not yet ready to confess the truth, Harry requested Kingsley to put him on leave for at least a couple of weeks, telling him that the amount of cases he'd been working on lately were wearing down on him.
Knowing that Harry would never willingly ask to be put on leave unless it was absolutely necessary, Kingsley readily agreed and granted him three weeks off, insisting that he needed to take care of himself.
Ron looked like he wanted to ask a million questions all at once when Harry told him he'd be on leave for three weeks, but he held himself back, only clasping Harry's shoulder and reassuring him they could talk whenever Harry felt ready and that he'd make sure Hermione wouldn't bother him too much.
This was one of those moments when Harry felt incredibly grateful to have found such a good friend in Ron.
On leave didn't mean he had let go of his work entirely and his days were spent looking through old files, editing them when necessary and finishing some paperwork he had kept pushing off. He visited the Burrow where he let Molly fuss over him and discussed Seeker's tactics with Ginny. George was all too happy to have him helping out in the shop for a couple of hours and Teddy was absolutely delighted to be able to spend some time with his godfather.
None of them knew about the baby. Andromeda did side-eye him sometimes during his visits at her house, but she didn't confront him – either she didn't know or she had decided it wasn't her place to talk about it.
During his first week off Harry felt like he was living in some kind of bubble. He acted normal around his friends and family, but all the while in the back of his mind there was a voice reminding him that inside his stomach, there was a baby growing steadily, waiting for the day when he or she was ready to be born.
A child he hadn't expected to have, not yet, not at this point in his life, but who was there already.
A baby he and Draco needed to discuss properly before deciding what they were going to do, but it was easier for now to remain silent. Easy to not rankle up the conversation again.
It was easy – until Harry returned home during his second week off after having visited Teddy again.
It wasn't difficult not to think about it until he passed their bedroom and a new addition at the foot of the bed caught his eye.
It suddenly wasn't so easy anymore when he halted in front of a soft blue crib with delicate looking white bows on each side and a small mattress with a pale green blanket already placed inside of it.
A crib ready for a new arrival.
Arms slipped around him from behind and a hand came to rest on his stomach, right over the gentle swell which was starting to become more difficult to hide.
Cupping his belly, covering their baby, for the first time since they had discovered the truth and all of a sudden Harry's eyes started to sting and a shudder rippled through him; his own hands coming down to grip those arms tightly.
"I know we haven't discussed it properly yet," Draco murmured; his warm breath caressing Harry's ear, "but I want this – I want to have this baby with you. Yes, it's earlier than expected, but – everything happens for a reason, doesn't it? Harry, I really want this baby. You?"
Everything happens for a reason. In their case that was certainly true, wasn't it? If neither of them had wanted a baby, their child wouldn't be here now. His magic knew him better than he knew himself.
When he thought about it – his decision had already been made, hadn't it? There was no way he could have ever lived with himself if he'd decided to get rid of his baby. No way he could have just given away his baby to someone else.
This baby had been his ever since the moment he'd laid eyes on the screen and saw him or her moving around for the first time.
He just hadn't been ready yet to accept that truth.
Until now.
Now there was no longer any doubt as to what he wanted to do.
Some tears slipped out, tracking a wet trail down his cheeks when he turned around in Draco's embrace and kissed him; a hint of desperation fuelling their kiss as he looped his arms around Draco's shoulders.
"Yeah," he whispered wetly, watching grey eyes starting to shimmer with unshed tears. "I want to have this baby with you."
February
"You know, when you think about it, I actually gave you a second birthday gift last year," Draco mused aloud; his eyes fixated on the small pink bundle cradled protectively against his chest.
Green eyes opened slowly and Harry asked drowsily, still recovering from the strain of giving birth just a few hours ago, "Oh yeah? Refresh my memory then, because I can only remember that magically enchanted cloak."
"You love that cloak," Draco sniffed, drawing closer to the bed. He lowered the bundle carefully onto Harry's chest, helping him sit upright a bit, so that he could look at their baby boy. Fine, dark hair peeked out from underneath the blanket and grey blue eyes blinked sleepily back at him; his dark pink mouth pursed into a tiny pout.
Automatically, in spite of the exhaustion making his body feel like it was filled with concrete, a smile appeared on Harry's face and he pressed a soft kiss on their son's forehead, filled with an overwhelming sense of love for their precious son. Seeing their baby boy healthy and perfect was more than worth the ten gruelling hours he had spent in labour.
"Still waiting for you to refresh my memory," he reminded his fiancé when the other man seemed content to just stare smitten at them.
Draco snorted and sat down next to him; their engagement rings – one of Draco's Christmas presents for him; something which the smug bastard liked to show off whenever he could – gleaming in the weak sunlight when he linked their hands together.
"I reckon it's a very belated birthday present, considering it only arrived today," he smirked, kissing Harry's cheek. Harry was pretty sure that had to be gross, considering the sweat he'd worked up during his labour, but the blond man didn't seem perturbed by it. "But I hope you can forgive me for the delay. The present turned out rather perfect, don't you think so?"
"Shut up," Harry laughed, leaning against Draco's shoulder. "You can only be smug about one thing: our son or our upcoming marriage, not both."
"I'm great at multitasking – you should know that," Draco retorted with a wink and chuckled when Harry slapped his thigh in retaliation; the red flush on his cheeks no longer having anything to do with the exertion of their son's birth.
"Well, it's a great gift," Harry allowed, smiling; settling their baby better on his chest when he started to fuss slightly. "Even if it was delayed by several months."
"Good things come to those who wait, Potter."
"Enjoy saying that last name while you still can – am I not turning Malfoy in a couple of months?" This time it was Harry's turn to smirk when Draco became slack jawed; his cheeks dusted a faint pink as his pupils dilated subtly – proof that he very much liked the idea of Harry accepting his family name.
Taking pity on the blond, who seemed to have trouble stringing together a coherent sentence at the moment, he leant up and kissed him sweetly on his mouth. "I love you."
Grey eyes glittered and a thumb started caressing Harry's hand. "I love you too."
They fell silent, gazing at their son who was drifting off to sleep, until Draco murmured, "I do hope you won't mind receiving a birthday gift this year that won't be as belated as this one was."
Harry smiled, watching how their son's eyes slowly slipped close. "Whatever you give me is fine. After all, this present turned out to be pretty perfect if you ask me."
A tad delayed, but very much a perfect gift if you asked Harry.
Yeah, he definitely couldn't complain about this gift; it was the best one he would ever receive.
That he did not doubt at all.
The End
AN2: I know it didn't have much of the rest of the pregnancy in it, but for some reason I felt like this particular ending scene worked out better for the story. Or maybe that's just me. That's also possible. In that case, I can only hope you didn't find it too horrible to read! And yes, I still suck at writing decent endings - one wonders whether I'll ever get the hang of it *coughs*
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