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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: For the ones who read All is fair in the game called love and are interested in the sequel, there's a poll on my profile of fanfiction :) Please vote if you want to!

Thanks to the following reviewers: unneeded; bcjink; delia cerrano (Teddy is smart for his age and a bit more mature than other children, yes; though he will show his childish side later on); aww; Seiren (No; he'll only get mostly tired near the end because the baby needs more magic to grow then but for now his level of magic stays the same. It's only the tiredness that will make it harder for him at the end of the pregnancy, but it's not like his magic gets really weaker - it's just shared for the duration of the pregnancy)

I hope you'll like this chapter!

Warnings: more angst than other chapters. Also be aware that I don't really know how children of Teddy's age normally react to such news but I was assured by reviewers on fanfiction that I did okay with his reaction ^^;

Chapter 37

The second of March: two months pregnant

Teddy had always been a smart boy. He was brilliant in school and had even managed a good control over his changing abilities. He was also very observant; nothing escaped his eyes, especially not when it concerned people he considered his family. So naturally he had noticed how his dad had begun to look pale.

It had started a few days ago after the announcement of the wedding. Teddy had gone downstairs for breakfast and when he entered the room, he had seen his dad sitting at the table, extremely pale. Draco had been rubbing dad's back, murmuring something in his ear. They broke apart as soon as they noticed Teddy standing in the doorway.

At Teddy's inquiry if dad was sick, dad had shaken his head, smiling weakly, telling him nothing was wrong.

Teddy would have believed him if his dad hadn't looked pale every morning and sometimes throughout the day. His dad had taken to napping during the day too. In the last two weeks Teddy had often found his dad asleep on the couch or his bed, only waking up when the boy shook him softly.

To Teddy, this didn't seem normal; his dad had always been very active, able to go through until late in the night. The boy was absolutely certain his dad was sick, especially after having heard him throwing up several times. In fact that was what happening now. Teddy had wanted to go back to his lesson with Snape after retrieving a book, but had stopped as soon as he reached the bathroom in the corridor of his room.

Someone was throwing up severely in it and Teddy went to the door alarmed, hesitating whether or not he should go in or go in search of an adult to help. His decision was taken for him when the retching stopped and after a minute the sound of a toilet flushing could be heard.

Footsteps in the bathroom alarmed Teddy to take a few steps back before he would bump against the person in the bathroom.

To his immense surprise and worry, his dad came out of the room, ranking a hand through his hair and looking worse for wear.

"Dad?" Teddy asked meekly.

Surprised green eyes stared at him. Light bags had collected under the eyes, making him look like he did when he turned back after having been kidnapped.

"Teddy, what are you doing here?" Dad asked, clearing his throat when it sounded scratchy. "Don't you have a lesson with Snape?"

"Yes, but I had to pick up a book that I had forgotten." Teddy muttered, not taking his amber coloured eyes of Harry. "Dad, are you sick? Do you need to go to a Healer?"

Dad shook his head and leant against the door, breathing heavily. "No, Teddy, don't worry. Everything is fine. I'm not sick." He assured him again.

"But you were throwing up." Teddy pointed out frowning.

His dad seemed to hesitate as if he was deciding whether or not to tell the boy something before he shook his head again. "Really, sweetie, you don't have to worry. I'm not really sick. It's just something that's going around. I'll be fine soon, I promise." He smiled and patted Teddy's shoulder. "Now, why don't you hurry back to your lesson, hm? I'm sure Snape is waiting for you."

Teddy frowned and bit his lip but slowly walked back to the improvised classroom, wondering why his dad had been lying. "Something that was going around." If that was true, then how come no one else in the manor was sick? Teddy couldn't remember having ever heard Draco throwing up or Scorpius. It had always been his dad.

The taste of copper alerted him that he had bitten on his lip too hard and blood was dripping out of it. He had forgotten about his sharp teeth. Absently he began sucking on his lip, still thinking about what had happened. He walked back in the room and took his place next to Scorpius who was reading something in his high clear voice.

Severus turned around to scold Teddy and ask him where the hell he had been, but stopped as soon as he saw the distracted and worried look on the boy's face. Normally he wouldn't have cared if someone was depressed to ask questions, but something stopped him this time. From what he had been able to observe, the boy was a lot like Potter: if someone pushed him too far, he would retreat in himself, refusing to answer for a long time.

Severus sighed inaudibly and just instructed Teddy to read the next passage of his book. The boy would work out what troubled him in his own time. He was here to teach them, not to play their damned psychiatrist.

Harry sighed and rubbed over his face warily. It was getting harder and harder to keep the pregnancy from Teddy. He knew the boy deserved to know that he would get a brother or a sister, but he didn't have a clue as to how to go about it. It would be hard to convince Teddy that men were capable of getting pregnant, when he had reassured the boy months ago that men wouldn't be able to get knocked up. He still had two months before he started showing, so he had a bit more time to think about a way to break the news.

He looked up when a soft pop was heard. A house elf stood a few feet away from him, holding something in his tiny hands.

"Yes?" He asked curiously.

"Master Harry, owl delivered this letter for you." The house elf replied politely and handed over the letter.

"Thank you." Harry muttered and frowned when he saw the Ministry's seal. What did they want now?

He opened the letter and scanned it.

'Harry

I know you are not an Auror anymore and you probably don't want have anything to do with the case of the poison killer, but I need your help. The antidote you gave us worked phenomenally and you will be pleased to know that the victims have recovered completely without any lingering after effects.

The Minister, however, would like to know what exactly the final ingredient was and how you managed to retrieve it.

I hope it isn't too much of a bother to send us a reply back.

Thank you.

Yours sincerely

William Burns'

Harry sighed and tucked the letter away in his pocket. He should have known that the Minister would get suspicious. After all, none of the Potions masters that the Ministry had employed for this case had managed to find the final ingredient. Of course they would start asking questions.

The question was: how much could he tell William before betraying Snape? The ingredient was very rare and therefore expensive – and Harry had a feeling it was illegal too. How was he supposed to explain that?

Making up his mind, he turned in the direction of Snape's improvised classroom. He would talk to the man first and then decide how much he would tell his ex colleague.

Severus looked up when a soft knock on the door interrupted his lesson. He sighed. "Keep reading and don't dare to make any noise. I'll know if you do." He warned the two boys and swept away to the door.

Expecting his godson to interrupt him, he was immensely surprised to see Potter waiting for him. A quick glance told him Potter was tired and pale.

He has probably been puking his guts out, Severus thought idly. Well, he's almost three months along by now. It was to be expected.

"Why did you feel the need to interrupt my lesson, Potter?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and closed the door behind him, crossing his arms. "I know you never cared much for your education, but hopefully you'll realize that these boys need actual education before they turn into blundering fools."

Emerald green eyes narrowed, but didn't react to the bait. "I just received a letter from an ex colleague." Potter began.

"Don't tell me you need help with reading it?" Severus asked sarcastically.

"Can you please hold your comments to yourself for once?" Potter snapped and then shook his head. "Sorry, I didn't mean to lash out like that." He took a deep breath. "Anyway, the Minister wants to know what exactly the final ingredient is and how you managed to get that."

Severus tensed. "Did you tell him it was I who made the potion?" He asked, not daring to believe that Potter had been that stupid.

"Of course not." Potter scowled and crossed his arms. "I'm not stupid. I won't let the Ministry get you."

This made Severus blink. He had thought Potter would have loved nothing more than to see him getting a trial. Of course he had wondered why he had been left alone by the Ministry, but he had assumed they were just too stupid to catch on to his trail. Had Potter made sure they didn't know he had stayed alive? "Why not?"

"What, what why not?" Potter asked confused.

"Why haven't you let the Ministry get me?" Severus replied impatiently.

Potter blinked and then looked away. "Even though you have been a right bastard to me most of the times, you still saved me." He muttered. "And when I saw your memories, I knew how much you had given up to make sure that most people survived the war." He sighed. "And I don't think that my mum would have agreed to you being in prison."

Severus was speechless. Never once had he heard someone saying that to him; never once had someone reassured him he was doing a good thing. And never once had someone told him that Lily would have still cared about what happened to him.

"So, I was wondering what exactly I would tell William without betraying the fact that you're still alive." Potter muttered uncomfortably.

Severus immediately snapped back to attention. "You can tell him that the final ingredient was the poison of the blue ringed octopus. Its poison paralyzes the victim and combined with the other ingredients will cause death in the long wait. As for how I managed to get that – well, I leave it up to you to decide how much you're going to tell them."

"You just love making my life hard, don't you?" Potter groaned and scowled at him half-heartedly.

Severus smirked. "Hardly, I just give you the opportunity to show you're more than an idiotic boy with a hero-complex."

"Damn it, Snape, I don't have a fucking hero-complex!" Potter snarled, clenching his fists.

"Tsk, language, Potter. It won't do to speak like that around the children." Severus admonished him smirking.

"Gah! You're impossible!" Potter threw his hands up in the air in frustration and stomped away, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like 'that annoying git'.

Severus shook his head; Potter never failed to amuse him. He took a deep breath and entered the classroom again, just in time to hear Scorpius whispering something to Teddy.

"I thought I told you to shut up?" Severus raised an eyebrow and to his satisfaction, both boys gulped nervously.

Yes, I still got it, he thought amused.

Harry had just finished writing the explanation on how he had acquired the poison, when it suddenly struck him that he could ask something in return. The Minister owed him and though Harry felt uncomfortable asking something in return when all he had done was helping people survive – something he had done for years – he reasoned that this time wasn't any different because he would be helping Draco. Sort of.

A smirk creeping up on his face, Harry added his request at the bottom of the letter and signed it before going in search for an owl.

Getting revenge felt so good. No wonder Slytherins were so fond of it.

Two days later, Draco woke up to an empty and cold bed. He frowned and sat up. Had Harry gone puking again? If so, why hadn't he woke him up? He understood that Harry didn't want him there to see him retching like there was no tomorrow, but he was still his lover and he wanted to give his support in any way he could. And now, he could do that by calming Harry down.

He stood up and went in search of his lost lover, but didn't found him in the bathroom. The fresh smell of flowers lingered in the room and told him that Harry had indeed been puking his guts out not long ago.

That left only the breakfast table.

And indeed, when Draco arrived in the dining room, he saw Harry sitting and sipping of his orange juice while reading the Morning Prophet intently. His green eyes scanned the whole paper before abruptly turning it, as if he was searching for something in particular.

Slowly, Draco sat down next to him, looking at him concerned. "Harry, are you okay? Not too nauseous?"

"Hm, what?" Harry looked up and blinked. "No, I'm okay. The nausea passed." He muttered absently and searched through the newspaper again.

"Are you searching for something in particular?" Draco asked, grabbing a cup of coffee.

Harry didn't answer him for a while and Draco had resigned himself to ask again, when Harry made a triumphant noise and his eyes light up in vicious glee.

"That will teach him to mess with my family." Harry smirked and threw the paper down, sipping from his juice.

Draco eyed him warily. Harry looked positively Slytherin at the moment: the smirk, the vicious glee. He wondered who the poor bastard was that had managed to piss off the Chosen one.

"Harry?"

"Here, read this."

Draco frowned but accepted the paper and read the article.

'Healer Rowland betrays patient confidentiality and cheats on his wife!

It has been recently brought to our attention that the famous Healer Rowland – known for his research on deadly potions and the antidotes – has betrayed the patient confidentiality. The Auror investigating the case wouldn't release the name of the patient, but was willing to give some information free. It appears to be a man around the thirties who is now pregnant with a child of someone suspected but cleared of Death Eaters' activities. Healer Rowland apparently disagreed with the choice of the father and told a fellow Healer that 'it would serve the patient right if he lost the fetus'.

Not only did he betray the patient confidentiality by informing another Healer about his case, but a Healer is also forbidden to form an opinion about a case, except in cases where it would save the patient's life. Clearly this was not the case here.

As if that wasn't enough, it has been brought into the light that Healer Rowland also has a mistress in the hospital. According to our source, he has been cheating on his wife for five years now, without anyone the wiser.

Healer Rowland will now get trialed by the government of the Hospital. Chances are big he will lose his license to heal and will get fired. As for his wife, she only commented that she would file a divorce.'

Draco was speechless. He couldn't believe that Rowland, the Healer he had trusted with his family, would have been talking about Harry's pregnancy with another Healer. That it was about Harry was clear from the way Harry was smiling viciously. What stung him the most was that Rowland had wished for Harry to have a miscarriage. How could he have been so mistaken about this man?

And how did this Auror find out about the betrayal?

Slowly he looked up at Harry, who was humming contently and still smirking.

"Did you put that Auror up to this?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Harry cocked his head to his right, blinking at him innocently. "Now why would I have done that? I may have suggested that he could look into Healer Rowland, but I never told him to make it public." He hummed again. "It's not my fault Rowland was being stupid." His grin could rival that of a shark.

Draco leant back in his chair, shaking his head incredulous. "Every time I think I finally know you, you do something to surprise me." He murmured. "That was a very Slytherin thing to do, Harry. Although I can't say he didn't deserve that."

Harry stood up. "Of course it was a very Slytherin thing; after all, the Hat had wanted to put me in Slytherin." He winked at a gaping Draco. "Every now and then I let the Slytherin side out to play." He snickered and walked out of the room. "I'm going to check on the boys, see if they are already up."

Draco stared at the now empty room. Who would have thought that the famous Harry Potter had been suited for Slytherin? Although that would explain some quirks that Harry possessed; his tendency for being sneaky for example. Or his taste for revenge when he felt someone had gone too far.(1)

Draco chuckled and shook his head. Life with Harry Potter would never be boring, that was for sure.

18th of March

Because it was a rather sunny day, Draco and Harry had decided to take the boys out for a day at the park. The house elves had made a picnic for them and soon they were on their way, Teddy walking hand in hand with Harry and Scorpius skipping in front of him, too excited about his day out with his family to stay still.

It didn't take long to get to the park that was near the Malfoy manor and Harry and Draco settled themselves underneath the shade of a large tree, while the boys took the ball and began to kick it back and forth a couple of feet away from them.

Because there was a lake nearby, Harry kept an eye on the boys to make sure they wouldn't fall in.

Draco was busying himself with paying attention to Harry's belly. He was almost three months far now and even though he still got morning sickness, it wasn't as bad as a few weeks ago. Draco suspected that had something to do with the potions that Severus had given his lover.

Harry hadn't gotten a noticeable belly yet, but Draco was sure that his stomach wasn't as flat as it had been weeks ago. Harry just rolled his eyes and told him he was seeing things.

"When do you think we'll be able to feel our baby kick?" Draco asked absently, his hand disappearing beneath Harry's sweater.

"How should I know?" Harry shrugged. "I've never been pregnant before and I haven't met anyone pregnant in my life."

"Hm, we should hurry with searching someone then. You're almost due for your next check up." Draco murmured and caressed the soft stomach.

"You look pretty carrying a child, Harry." A dreamy voice startled them and they turned around in haste, wands directed at the person behind them. "Of course that's not abnormal, giving the fact that you carry a nature spirit with you. They always defend the mother and the baby."

Harry blinked and lowered his wand. "Luna?" He said incredulously and stood up, shaking off Draco's hand.

Draco stood up hastily. He recognized the slender blonde woman in front of him. Luna Lovegood, the loony Ravenclaw. He hadn't paid much attention to her during his years at Hogwarts, but he had heard enough rumors about her. She was always walking around with her head in the clouds, not paying attention to a single thing that happened around her. She always talked about non existing creatures and was being left alone by pretty much everyone in her own House.

"Hello, Harry." Luna smiled serenely, twirling some blond strands between her fingers.

"Do you come here often?" Harry asked smiling, relaxing. He wasn't surprised to hear that Luna had known he was pregnant; he had always known she knew more than she let on.

"Wouldn't it be better to ask how the hell she knows you're pregnant?" Draco hissed, his grey eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"Luna knows many things; if I always had to ask where she learnt those things, I would never stop." Harry replied dryly.

"The fire pixie told me I would find you here today." Luna smiled, her blue eyes blinking dreamily. "She also told me you need someone to help you with the pregnancy." She continued, now looking interested at the two boys playing with the ball. They hadn't noticed her arrival.

"Yes, do you, by any chance, know someone who can help me?" Harry asked, smiling when he looked at the boys too.

Draco leant against the tree, still not fully trusting the situation. His wand was already up his sleeve, ready to be used if she so much did something to attack his lover.

Luna giggled; a sound as that of bells swinging in the wind. "Didn't the water pixies tell you that I can help with the baby?" She hummed and twirled around on her spot, before facing Harry again with a smile.

Harry blinked surprised. "Wait, you studied for Healer?" He asked shocked. If that was true then all his problems were solved. He trusted Luna without a doubt and knew that, even if she was a bit dreamy and a bit weird, she would be more than able to help him with his pregnancy.

"Hm, my mum was a Healer." Luna murmured absently, her attention now on a white butterfly. "She left me all her books and I got interested. What do you think?" She beamed.

"I wouldn't trust anyone more than you." Harry beamed back.

The young woman clapped her hands. "I'll see you in two weeks! Say hello to your sons for me!" With that said, she twirled around again and skipped away, disappearing to wherever she came from.

"Are you sure you can trust her with our baby?" Draco asked, a crease in his forehead showing his worry.

Harry let his hand trail over Draco's arm, stopping when he reached his hand and intertwined their fingers. "I trust her with my life." He assured him. "She was there when I went to the Ministry in our fifth year and she was one hell of a fighter. She may be dreamy, but I know she'll help without causing problems. Besides," he added absently, "she's the only one I really trust not to talk to the public about the baby."

"All right." Draco sighed and allowed himself to relax again. If Harry trusted her with their baby, he should trust her too.

8th of April: three months pregnant

It was a couple of weeks after Luna's visit to check on the baby that something happened that would change Teddy's life forever.

Teddy hadn't caught his dad puking anymore, but he didn't think that meant that his dad was okay again. That was proven by how worried Draco still seemed and how much he fussed in the morning when dad came downstairs looking pale and tired.

Still his dad didn't seem to get worse and he regained colour back during the day, so whatever it was, it made him only sick in the morning apparently.

Of course, the young boy could never have guessed what exactly caused his dad to be sick every morning.

It was the eight of April, on a sunny morning, when Dagda decided that it was time to explore the manor without his master and before Teddy knew it, his little cat had jumped out of his arms and started running away, his little tail swishing back and forth in excitement.

"Dagda!" Teddy called, but if he wanted to stop his little kitty, he had to run after it.

And damn, Dagda was a fast runner even with small paws. The sneaky cat always stayed just a few feet in front of him, leading him through large hallways and up the stairs, around corridors.

They entered the West wing where their bedrooms were and suddenly Teddy saw his cat enter a room of which the door stood slightly ajar.

"Dagda?" Teddy huffed annoyed and opened the door, coming to an abrupt hold when he noticed what exactly this room was.

A nursery. The whole room was made for a baby. There was a tiny bed, with a teddy bear placed on the pillow, waiting for the moment it would be hold and cuddled. A small closet stood against the wall, probably for the clothes.

There was no dust.

That may seem as something incredibly stupid to notice, something not even worth mentioning, but it was something that made fear lash out and curl around Teddy's mind, making him shiver. No dust meant that this room was visited frequently; no dust meant this room was being prepared for a new arrival. The young boy tried to convince himself that no dust didn't necessarily mean that the nursery would be used – after all, the manor still had house elves that cleaned everything obsessively.

Teddy would like to believe that, except for the fact that he had seen rooms with dust, rooms that were no longer used and that Draco didn't seem fit to be cleaned.

Maybe the house elves cleaned this room out of habit? It was near their bedrooms, so maybe the elves assumed this one had to be cleaned too.

Teddy wanted nothing more than to believe that. There was no baby on the way; his dad had never spoken about adopting a baby together with Draco. Why would he? They were only just engaged; they didn't need another child. He and Scorpius were enough. Right?

Unease rose up in his belly and he crossed his arms around his stomach, as if he wanted to push the unease away. He didn't like feeling this way; he didn't like the fear that told him things were about to change drastically. He was just making things up, just scaring himself for nothing.

Yes, this nursery meant nothing. Nothing at all. Teddy nodded and repeated that thought, absently picking up his kitten who started to purr.

Still the unease and the fear didn't want to leave him, no matter how much he wanted them too.

The door to his bedroom stood open, giving the young boy a view on what his dad was doing. Draco was murmuring something too low for Teddy to hear and was rubbing over his dad's stomach, which was a very strange thing to do in the boy's opinion. It wasn't surprising though – lately Teddy had caught Draco many times rubbing dad's stomach. At first he had thought he did that to relieve a stomach pain, but his dad didn't seem to be in pain. Whenever Draco did that, his dad was smiling; occasionally he would roll his eyes, but the action was done in amusement, not annoyance.

Teddy frowned and pulled the sheets higher around his shoulders. He was waiting for his dad to tell him a good night story. He knew Scorpius had gotten his already and was patiently awaiting the moment he would get his time with his dad.

Without any warning, the image of the clean nursery entered his mind and his hands clenched in the cool fabric. He desperately wanted to know why the nursery was so clean, even though there was no baby, but he didn't know if he wanted to hear the answer. Which was strange when he thought about it, but made somehow perfectly sense.

The sound of a kiss made him look up again and he was just in time to see his dad smiling at Draco and closing the door behind him, walking to Teddy to sit on his bed.

"Teddy, do you have a book?" Dad smiled confused when he saw no book waiting for him. He sat down next to Teddy's legs, hidden underneath the blankets.

Teddy blinked and looked around. He had forgotten to choose a book. In fact he could barely remember what he had done for the rest of the day. His mind had been full with the discovery of the nursery and he had been feeling uneasy the whole day, fear throbbing dully in the back of his mind. He really didn't like that feeling.

"Teddy?" Dad repeated confused when he heard no answer.

Blue eyes suddenly captured emerald green and held them. "Dad, why is the nursery so clean?" Teddy asked uneasily, the question slipping out of his mouth without thinking about it.

Dad went completely still, tense even and Teddy's unease grew bigger. Why was his dad not saying anything? It was just a stupid nursery, right?

Suddenly, his dad sighed wearily and he rubbed a hand over his face, staring at Teddy with a strange look on his face.

"Dad?" Teddy bit his lip.

"I should have known this was coming." Dad muttered and stretched his legs. "God, I wish I had thought it more through."

"Thought what more through?" Teddy asked confused, sitting up straight. Alarm bells went off in his head, but he didn't understand why. There was nothing wrong now.

Dad looked at him and sighed again. "Teddy, do you remember the day you asked me if men could get pregnant?" He asked out of the blue, catching the boy off guard.

Teddy frowned. "Yeah, you said it wasn't possible." He replied, cocking his head. The feeling of unease grew more.

Dad looked away, frowning, making Teddy insecure. Had he said something wrong? He hadn't, had he? His dad had said that men couldn't get pregnant. Teddy hadn't told a lie.

"The thing is, Teddy, that it seems I was mistaken about that." Dad said, taking a deep breath.

"Mistaken?" Teddy echoed faintly. The alarm bells grew louder.

"You see, that day I really didn't know that men could get pregnant, but it appears I was wrong." Dad looked at him again intently. "With certain potions, it is possible for men to carry babies."

"Oh." Teddy muttered, not knowing how to react. Men could get pregnant. They could carry babies. All it would take was a potion. Why did that revelation surprise him? He had grown up with magic all around him; he should have realized that something like a potion to get men pregnant would exist. The thing was: he hadn't wanted to realize that.

"And," he looked up when his dad spoke again hesitatingly, "I don't know how to say this the right way, so I'll just be blunt: I got a potion like that in my body and I'm … pregnant now."

Heavy silence followed that statement. Dad was looking at him worried, his lips pursed together.

Pregnant. His dad was expecting a baby. He would get a sibling. Another brother or a sister; another small child he had to put up with. Teddy stared at his dad's stomach; in there, there was a baby growing.

The boy was frozen; it felt like he was drenched in ice. This just couldn't be happening. There was no way his dad would keep the baby; it was too early, wasn't it? They were just engaged; his dad was still getting used to Draco. A baby was too early for them.

"Teddy?" Dad began again nervously. "What do you think of it?"

Slowly, blue eyes trailed up to look at his dad. "How long do you know that?" He asked softly, not sure which tone he should use. Should he be angry, sad? He didn't know. The only thing he was sure off was that he wasn't happy at all. How could he be happy? He still had troubles with Scorpius – he was still getting used to the fact that he had to share his dad with others. Now he would have to share his dad with another annoying brat. Someone else who would be able to steal his dad's attention.

Unless … his dad wasn't keeping the baby. A small bubble of hope flared up in his chest. Maybe his dad didn't want to keep the baby either. Maybe his dad really only needed him – and Scorpius. He was good enough, wasn't he? His dad didn't want another child. He had enough with Teddy.

Dad shifted uneasily. "I know it for a few months now. The baby is due in six months." He smiled weakly. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, sweetie, but Draco and I wanted to be sure everything was all right with the baby before we would tell you."

That made Teddy look up fully. "You're keeping the baby?" He asked uncertainly. Had he heard wrong?

"Yeah," Dad's smile got softer, his green eyes glittering excitedly. "What do you think of it, sweetie, do you like the idea of another little brother or sister?"

His dad looked so hopeful, that Teddy couldn't bear to tell him the truth. He absolutely loathed the idea of another sibling. Wasn't it enough he had to share his dad with that blond brat? Why did his dad need another baby? Wasn't he good enough maybe? He had thought he was a good boy: he had kept his fights with Scorpius to a minimum, going as far as to avoid him if possible; he did well in uncle Sev's class, he ate all his vegetables and fruit, he always went to bed early and never once complained. Wasn't that good enough for his dad?

And why did he have the feeling that he was being replaced? His dad wouldn't do that to him, would he? He was still his boy, right?

He startled when two strong arms slipped around him, hugging him tightly to a warm chest and pulling him from underneath the sheets, placing him on a strong lap.

"Sweetie, you do know that I love you, right?" Dad murmured in his hair, caressing his back soothingly. "I'll always love you, that won't change."

But what if dad would love the new baby more? Teddy didn't dare to voice that thought, scared he would burst into tears. After all, he wasn't his dad's real son. His real parents were dead and how much the boy wanted to, the person he considered his dad was in reality his godfather and he would never be his real son, no matter how much he wanted to. And this baby was his dad's real son or daughter; he or she would be carried in his dad's stomach and he or she would be born from his dad. No one would be able to say that this baby wasn't his dad's real child.

That hurt Teddy more than all the taunts he had had to endure in the past about his heritage. He wanted to believe that his dad would love him as much as he would love the new baby, but something in him warned him that that couldn't be true. Maybe his dad would love him this much for as long as the baby wasn't born, but from the moment his dad could hold the new baby … Teddy would be discarded like a broken useless toy.

The young boy clung to his dad and buried his face in his dad's shoulder. "I love you too, dad." He whispered and was rewarded with a kiss on his forehead.

He looked down at his dad's stomach and already resented the baby. There was no way he would ever be happy with the baby; that baby was another intruder, another one who stole his dad's attention.

But maybe … Maybe if he showed his dad he could be the perfect son, his dad wouldn't push him away when the time came for the baby to be born.

He looked up and smiled weakly, kissing his dad's cheek. "Good night, dad." He whispered.

Dad smiled and kissed his forehead again. "Sweet dreams, honey." He whispered back and tucked the young boy under.

Teddy stared at the ceiling in the dark, biting his lip and refusing to acknowledge the tears dripping on his pillow.

He would be so perfect, his dad would definitely love him more.

With that thought, he turned on his side and fell in a restless sleep, his dreams consisting mainly of feelings of loneliness and resentment.

AN2: So what do you think of it? There are going to be more angsty moments from now on ^^; Normally I should be able to update next Tuesday again :) Please leave a review behind with your thoughts!

(1) I think it was mentioned before in the story that Harry told he would have been a Slytherin, but because I couldn't think of another way to change that little paragraph, please think of it as Draco having forgotten that tidbit of information ^^;

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