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Will you be my daddy?	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 75784 -:- Recommendations : 10 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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Author's note: Here I am with the next chapter :)

Thanks to the following reviewers: Tinkerbabe7; tatiana (I'm working on the sequels and hope to post them soon. I'm also hoping to one day publish original stories, but when that happens I'll definitely put that news on my profile ^^); she-who-waits-in-darkness (that'll be explained); StarrCrystal (you're forgiven LOL XD); bcjink; unneeded; Claudia; Shortsnout

I hope you'll like this chapter :)

Chapter 33

28th of January

Harry woke up to the feeling of having his hair caressed. He blinked, but everything stayed blurry, so he reached out with his hand and felt around on his nightstand. He found his glasses in the middle of it and put them on, finally being able to see Draco watching him intensely.

He blinked. "Eh, is there something on my face?" He asked uncertainly.

Draco blinked too and shook his head. "No, nothing on your face. I was just watching you sleep." He replied absently.

Harry stared. "Eh, okay?" He mumbled confused and slightly embarrassed.

"Say, when would you like to take that test?" Draco murmured, taking up his caressing again, this time on Harry's hand.

Harry sighed and rubbed his forehead. "I'm guessing as soon as possible. Who's going to make the appointment?"

Draco shrugged. "I can do that; I wouldn't mind." He replied softly.

"All right." Harry nodded and took a deep breath. "Where are Teddy and Scorpius going to stay when we go to Saint Mungos?"

Draco frowned. "Aren't we going to take them with us? I mean, I feel guilty for always letting them stay at home."

Harry pursed his lips. "I'd rather not. I mean, if I'm pregnant," He swallowed with difficulty, "then I want to wait a few months before telling them. It can always go wrong and I don't want to confuse them with saying I'm pregnant and then if something goes wrong, telling them there isn't going to be a baby."

"The chances are very slim that something goes wrong if we just take precautions." Draco assured him.

"Still, I also have to prepare Teddy. I told him that men aren't able to get pregnant, so I need to inform him first of that fact, before springing the possible news on him." Harry muttered.

"How do you think he'll react?" Draco asked curiously.

Harry shook his head. "I don't know." He frowned. "He has never asked for a brother or sister, so I'm not sure how he feels about that subject. Still, let's not get ahead of ourselves, Draco, there's always a chance that I'm not pregnant."

"I doubt that." Draco mumbled lowly.

"When is Snape going to arrive here?" Harry quickly changed the subject.

Grey eyes rolled up to the ceiling, as if reading the time there. "I think around nine; I'm not sure."

Harry grabbed his wand and muttered, "Tempus." The spell revealed it to be seven to eight.

He sighed. "No need to fall asleep again. I'm going to take a shower." He said and swung his legs out of bed.

"I'll take one with you." Draco smirked.

Harry turned his head around and raised an eyebrow. "And why do you think you're allowed to join me?" He asked amused.

The blond man shrugged. "We already had sex; what's the harm in showering together?" He winked.

Harry opened his mouth to argue, but closed it again in defeat, realizing he had no real argument. "Fine, you can join me." He smiled faintly.

Draco grinned and followed his lover like a shadow. He had always wanted to try out shower sex.

A red haired woman was standing at the edge of a large Quidditch field, tapping her foot impatiently while looking around. Ginny huffed and pushed her hair out of her face. Harry was late. Very late. Where the hell was he?

She searched through her bag and opened the letter again, rereading it even though she knew the content by heart now.

"Dear Ginny

Of course I would like to have a flying match with you. It would be real fun to fly with you again after all those years.

What do you say of the 28th of January at the Quidditch field you mentioned? Let's say around nine a.m.?

I'm looking forward to see you again.

Love

Harry"

Ginny sighed frustrated and folded the letter and stuffed it back in her bag. It was already ten past ten. She would give him one more hour before she would go to – here she grimaced – Malfoy manor to ask why he didn't show up.

She only hoped Harry would be the one to greet her there and not that slimy bastard.

As soon as Snape arrived in the manor, he ushered the two young boys in the study room, barking at them to get their books ready and to keep their mouth shut. Clearly Snape hated Mondays.

Harry had settled himself at his desk in the room he shared with Draco and was currently studying yet another book about Healing. He was jotting down some medical terms he had to remember when he heard the door open.

He turned around and saw Draco standing in the doorway, leaning against it with his arms crossed.

"I just had a Floo call with Rowland." Draco began calmly. "He said we can visit him in a week because he has so many appointments."

Harry sighed and tapped with the tip of his quill against the wooden desk. One more week living in uncertainty; he supposed he had worse.

"Okay then." He murmured softly. "How late is the appointment?"

"Around three in the afternoon." Draco replied.

Harry nodded and wanted to turn back to his books when suddenly they heard the doorbell ring.

They stared at each other confused. "Are you expecting company?" Harry asked curiously.

Draco shook his head frowning. "No, you?"

Harry shook his head, biting his lip.

A house elf popped into the room, looking quite annoyed. "Master Draco, a red witch standing at the door. Same one as before; don't want to leave." He told his master, wringing his hands together.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Why would Ginny be here?" He wondered.

"Did you invite her?" Draco asked sharply.

Harry looked at him annoyed. "No, I would have told you that if I did that."

"Let's see what she wants now." Draco muttered sighing and made his way downstairs, Harry following directly behind him.

Ginny was standing in the doorway, looking irritated at another house elf blocking her way. She had crossed her arms and was tapping her foot. Her bag was lying on the ground.

"Ginny, what are you doing here?" Harry asked confused before Draco could open his mouth.

She sighed and scowled at him. "A better question would be: why are you not on the Quidditch field? You agreed to meet me there today at nine a.m." She reminded him.

Draco narrowed his eyes and stared at Harry. Had Harry been lying to him when he said he didn't invite Ginny?

Harry frowned. "What are you talking about, Ginny? I haven't spoken to you in weeks. I never agreed to meet you at a Quidditch match."

"Yes, you did." Ginny exhaled impatiently and grabbed her bag.

"Please let her in." Harry told the house elf and after looking uncertainly at his master who nodded even though the displeasure was showing clearly on his face, the house elf disappeared.

Immediately Ginny entered the large hall way and closed the door behind her. She tucked a few loose red strands behind her ear and snatched the letter out her bag, handing it over to Harry. "See, it's all written here."

Furrowing his eyebrows, Harry opened the letter and read it.

"Dear Ginny

Of course I would like to have a flying match with you. It would be real fun to fly with you again after all those years.

What do you say of the 28th of January at the Quidditch field you mentioned? Let's say around nine a.m.?

I'm looking forward to see you again.

Love

Harry"

Draco, who had read the letter over Harry's shoulder, narrowed his eyes. "I thought you said you hadn't invited her?" He hissed in Harry's ear.

Harry shook his head, absently pushing his pony back. "I didn't. I don't know who that came from, but Ginny, I never wrote this letter." He said and gave her the letter back.

"Are you serious, Harry? Are you telling me that you never even read my letter?" She scoffed and narrowed her eyes on Draco. Was he the one responsible for this?

"What letter?" Harry started to feel very confused now. What on earth was Ginny talking about? He hadn't received a letter from her in months.

"The letter I sent you a week ago, where I asked you whether you wanted to meet again to fly." Ginny explained, now getting confused too. Had Harry never read the letter? If he hadn't, then who had replied to her?" "You sent this reply back."

Harry shook his head slowly. "I'm sorry, Ginny, but I never read a letter nor answered one. I don't know who wrote this, but it definitely wasn't me."

"But it's your handwriting!" Ginny said frustrated.

He shrugged helplessly. "I admit that it looks remarkably well like my handwriting, but I'm sure that I never wrote that. I would have remembered that."

Ginny stared from the letter to Harry and back. She was utterly confused. Harry claimed he had never read her letter or replied to her. How come he had never received her letter? Who … Her head shot up and she glared hotly at Draco, who raised an eyebrow.

"You! You're the one who replied, you asshole!" She hissed.

"Weasley, you're making a fool of yourself. Why on earth would I read your letter and reply to it?" Draco drawled theoretically. "If I would ever read a letter written by you, I would set in on fire, instead of taking the time to reply."

Harry clucked annoyed with his tongue and looked at Draco warningly.

Ginny's cheeks puffed up and reddened spectacularly. "Then who the fuck wrote this?" She snapped and waved the letter in the air.

SPLASH

The two men blinked and gaped when a water balloon smacked right into Ginny's face, exploding on impact, drenching her in something that was not water.

Harry wrinkled his nose when a disgusting smell – something like rotten eggs mixed with the smell of a wet dog – reached his nostrils and he coughed, pushing his sleeve in front of his nose. "Ginny, are you all right?" He asked shocked.

Ginny spluttered, droplets falling on the floor. She paled when the smell penetrated her nose and she gagged. "NO! I'm not fucking okay! Who the hell did this?" She snapped angrily and her furious eyes landed on a little blond grey-eyed boy who stood on the stairs, his head cocked to the right.

"I'm sorry, miss." The boy apologized in a high innocent voice and he blinked his large eyes. "It slipped out of my hands."

The two other men turned around and Draco smirked when he saw his son. Ah, the innocent 'I-didn't-do-it-and-you-can-never-prove-I-was-the-guilty-one' look. It fooled every outsider – except when you were a Malfoy. Draco saw clearly how Scorpius wasn't sorry at all for throwing that water balloon. The only question was: why had he thrown it? Scorpius had never met the Weaselette to know how bitchy and a waste of air she was.

"Scorpius, shouldn't you be following your lessons? And where did you get that balloon?" Harry asked frowning, his hands on his hips.

"Uncle Sev says I and Teddy have a break." Scorpius answered, smiling happily. "The balloon is a present from Uncle George."

Ginny fumed; her own brother had provided a Malfoy child with toys! What had he been thinking? Fury and confusion were battling against each other; who was Uncle Sev?

"Merlin, Scorpius, what did you put in that balloon?" A second high voice joined them and Teddy appeared from behind the corner, protecting his nose with a handkerchief.

"Yes, that's something I would like to know as well." Draco smirked.

Scorpius grinned. "Uncle Sev showed me a picture of a stink potion and he showed me how to make it. He says I made it good." He said proudly.

"Snape is teaching you this kind of things?" Harry asked, not sure if he should laugh or be angry.

"Snape?" Ginny exclaimed shrilly. She paled even further. Snape as in professor Snape, the fear of every Hogwarts student? The bastard who had betrayed them all? He was still alive? How was that possible? Harry had told her he had seen him dying in the Shrieking Shack. He had been poisoned by Voldemort's snake; nobody survived an attack of that monster. Why hadn't he died?

Harry winced and slowly turned around to face Ginny. Right, he had forgotten Ginny didn't know about Snape still being alive. He rubbed his neck nervously. "Yeah, it's a long story, Ginny, but in short Snape survived the snake's attack by taking an antidote. He has been hiding for years in his home until I found him back with Draco's help to ask him for assistance in a case I was working on." He hurriedly explained.

She looked at him shocked. "Harry, why Snape? I mean, he betrayed us!" She looked hurt.

"It's not that simple, Gin." Harry sighed, glancing at her. "Not everything is black and white. Snape had his reasons for doing the things he did."

"What good reasons can he give?" She cried out frustrated.

"Listen, Ginny, I know you don't trust Snape, but it's not like you have to meet him." Harry reassured her. "He's just here to teach the boys."

"But …" She trailed off, shocked and hurt that Harry had kept something so important from her.

"Why don't you go home, Gin? Take a nice bath, we can talk later." Harry murmured softly and carefully guided her back to the door, not seeing how Teddy and Draco were smirking.

In a daze she turned around and walked out the door.

"Ginny."

She stopped abruptly when Harry called out her name and turned around hopefully. "Yes, Harry?" She asked, wrinkling her nose against the hideous smell. Merlin, this day had not gone like she had hoped for.

"Please don't mention to anyone that Snape is still alive. The man doesn't deserve the problems that would cause." Harry spoke softly.

She wanted to protest, really wanting to see Snape in Azkaban for all the things he did, but she couldn't do it when she saw how sincere Harry looked at her. Getting Snape in trouble wouldn't be satisfying if she lost Harry with that.

She sighed and nodded. "I promise."

"Thank you, Gin." Harry smiled softly. "Have a good trip home."

Harry turned around to close the door, but not before Ginny was able to see Malfoy giving her the middle finger with a taunting smirk.

Fury lit up again. If she couldn't make Snape pay, she would do something worse to Malfoy. She had been nice for a very long time, but now the time of playing nice was over. She would get Harry back, no matter what she had to do. And no matter how dirty she had to get.

She smirked and Apparated to her home. She would have to do some research before she could start her plan.

While papa was talking to his daddy, Scorpius followed his big brother back to the corridor, hiding out of sight and hearing of their parents.

"Did I do good, Teddy?" Scorpius asked hopefully.

Teddy resisted the urge to correct Scorpius' grammar and instead ruffled him shortly over his blond hair. "You did very well, Scorpius. Thank you." He smirked. He would always remember that stupid face that Ginny pulled when the balloon hit her. He wished he could have taken a picture of that.

Scorpius beamed, feeling ecstatic that he had made his big brother proud. He started to skip along with Teddy who was walking back to their improvised classroom.

4th of February

It was the day of the appointment and Harry was nervous and jittery throughout the whole morning. He had tried to study some more, but had to give up soon when he realized there was no way he could concentrate on the text. So he had taken to rearrange everything in his room and that of the boys, trying to work off that nervous energy.

He tried to reassure himself the whole time that he had nothing to worry about, that there was no way he could be pregnant. But a nagging voice in the back of his head argued that because two people – who were both very fluent in potions – had already said pregnancy potions worked fast, there was a high chance he was carrying a child right now.

Harry really did his best to ignore that voice.

Draco was watching him flying around the room, shaking his head. He wondered if he would have to sedate Harry when the time came to go to their appointment.

He himself was nervous too, but it was a happy kind of nervous, the one you get when you're expecting something nice. He was almost a hundred percent sure that Harry was carrying his child and he couldn't wait to hear his suspicions confirmed. He only hoped that Harry would be as happy as him when he heard the news.

He had told Severus about the appointment and after getting a hard look of his godfather; the man had arranged to be away with the boys for the whole day under the pretense that they would be studying plants in the woods.

Draco wondered how the boys would react when they heard that Harry was pregnant. His son would be delirious with happiness, he thought wryly. As for Teddy he wasn't sure.

Finally, the clock pointed out that it was a quarter to three and Draco went to Harry, who was now rearranging his books on alphabet and tapped his shoulder.

Harry's head shot up quickly.

"It's time to leave, Harry." Draco said softly.

Harry swallowed and nodded slowly. When he stood up, he could feel his legs shaking and had to take a deep breath for a couple of times before he was certain he could walk without tripping.

"Okay, let's go." He mumbled and kept his head down to the floor while they made their way to the fireplace. He felt Draco grabbing his hand and squeezing it reassuringly before the blond man called out their destination.

They arrived at Rowland's office too quickly to Harry's liking. If it had been up to him he would have taken a detour or better yet, stayed home.

As it was, he was almost dragged by his hand by Draco, who had a strange glint in his eyes that Harry didn't want to know the source of.

Rowland looked up when the couple entered his office. He stood up to give them a hand. "Ah, good afternoon, Mister Potter and Mister Malfoy." He greeted them.

They nodded back and sat down on the chairs in front of the desk.

"Good afternoon." Harry said softly, breathing out slowly.

"What can I do for you?" Rowland asked him with piercing eyes.

Harry swallowed again and stared at the floor with white tiles when he replied in a monotone voice, "I need you to do a pregnancy test, sir."

Rowland refrained from sighing; hadn't he told them to be careful? To use protection when they had sex? Ah well, it didn't matter anymore. If Potter was pregnant, it would be too late for them to start using protection anyway.

"Please go sit on that table and lift your shirt up." Rowland instructed and grabbed his wand.

With shaking legs, Harry climbed on the table, feeling the paper crinkle underneath his butt and lifted his shirt up, showing his stomach.

Draco came to stand slightly behind him, grabbing his hand tightly while rubbing his lower back soothingly with the other.

"Now I'm going to use a spell that will determine if you're pregnant or not." Rowland explained and lifted up his wand, pointing it at Harry's bare stomach.

Harry nodded weakly and stared at the wall behind the Healer, not wanting to look him in the eyes.

"Testimonium praegnantis." Rowland muttered and a blue light enveloped Harry's stomach before turning white and disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

"And?" Draco asked tensed.

Rowland tried to catch Harry's eyes, but realized quickly that was futile and decided to just say it. "Well, congratulations, Mister Potter. You're just a few days away of being one month pregnant."

Draco couldn't contain his beaming smile and he hugged Harry tightly. "Did you hear it, Harry? We're going to have a baby!" He whispered excitedly in Harry's ear.

Oh, he had heard it all right. He only wished it hadn't been true. This was just unreal. What did he have to do now?

AN2: So what do you think of it? I hope you enjoyed it :) Normally I should be able to update again next Tuesday.

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