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Punishment or a Gift	By : Darcie Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4720 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7
Draco barely made out the lights of the hospital wing and the slamming of the door as they entered, his body still aching and being carried by Dumbledor. He faintly heard the soft cry of Madam Pomfrey and her frantic search for her magic medical book. Dumbledor was preparing him to lay in a bed but Draco gripped the professor's robe and cried weakly, desperately calling for help without being put down alone on a bed. Uncurling from a ball seemed like the worst thing in the world at the moment.
"This boy needs attention now!" Dumbledor exclaimed while still holding Draco, pulling the robe free to expose a better estimate of the size of his swollen stomach, as the boy laid on the bed, sweating and fevering.
Madam Pomfrey located her book and brushed the dust off as she approached the paining boy. She opened the ancient book and spotted the cure immediately. She hollered for her assistant and called out what she needed. She looked over the boy and up at Dumbledor. "Is he bleeding?"
Dumbledor thought quickly and shook his head. "I don't believe so."
The assistant ran in with the potion and handed it to Madam Pomfrey. Madam Pomfrey placed her free hand behind Draco's neck. "We need to get him to sit up and drink this potion." As he was being assisted, Draco groaned as the sharp pain continued to rack his body. He shook from the fever and the sheer pain. His teary eyes looked to Dumbledor. "Don't let anything happen," he mumbled as the cup of potion was shoved towards his mouth. He managed a swallow. "Please don't." He managed another swallow and closed his eyes. As his head settled into the plush pillow beneath it, the pain began to fade and he drifted off into a soundless sleep. Madam Pomfrey cleansed the boy's face with a moist towel. "So, this is Ms. Granger's friend."
Dumbledor cleared his throat. "Yes."
He watched the young Slytherin closely as the boy slept, his body healing and the unborn child continuing to live. "How healthy is the child?" She headed towards the back room and returned with a special wand. She waited for Dumbledor's nod and she waved it over Draco's stomach. Suddenly, a strong heartbeat filled the room. Madam Pomfrey smiled brightly towards Dumbledor. "The fetus is extremely healthy to be only five months."
"I expected a strong child. After all, it is a Malfoy-Potter." Dumbledor smiled heartily at the young boy resting peacefully.
The following day, Harry recognized the absence of Draco in Potions. He rested his head in his hand, completely ignoring Snape's monotonous teaching. Harry sighed over and over at the thought of what possibly could have gone wrong last night. Had he been too pushy? It wouldn't have been their first time unless Draco had been too drunk to remember that amazing night. He glanced over at Draco's empty chair once more before class dismissed, his emerald gaze soft with sadness.
His venture from the dungeons was solitary. Hermione and Ron stuck close together and hadn't said a word to him at breakfast. He sighed at his loneliness, with his head bowed, eyes watching the slowly passing floor. Suddenly, a person's feet came into view and Harry paused to look up cautiously.
Dumbledor looked down at Harry concerned. "Something wrong, Harry?"
"It's..." Harry bit his tongue, not wanting to reveal such a secret so soon.
"I understand, young Potter. He is in the hospital wing, almost fully recovered."
Harry's eyes widened at the news, his mouth became dry. "What happened?"
The elderly man placed a hand on his left shoulder. "I will leave it up to him to explain."
With that statement said, Dumbledor removed his hand and began to walk away.
Harry sprinted towards the hospital wing, his heart pounding furiously in his chest, harder than during any Quidditch match. Bursting through the door, he searched quickly and soon heard a light snickering on a bed further back into the room. He smiled brightly as he saw Draco sitting up in the bed, fully dressed, shoes and all.
"Easy there, Harry. You look exhausted." Draco properly closed his robe as Harry neared him. Their eyes met and he instantly noticed worry written on the Gryffindor's face.
Standing beside Draco's bed, Harry took Draco's hand in his own and sighed sadly. "I'm sorry about last night." His emeralds gazed at Draco lovingly, his thumb rubbing Draco's precious skin lightly.
"Harry," Draco spoke softly, barely above a whisper. "I still have the illness." He cleared his throat and looked back at Harry as honestly as he could. He only hoped his eyes weren't lying.
Harry tried desperately to smile but he failed and he enveloped Draco with his arms. He placed his quivering lips next to Draco's ear. "I love you, Draco. I can admit it, now."
Draco shivered involuntarily from the warm breath on his earlobe. He placed his left hand on his stomach and rubbed it, contemplating if this was the time to confess his predicament. He opened his mouth to speak but before the words spilled from his lips, Professor McGonagall burst through the entrance.
"Mr. Potter, you are missing my Transfigurations class at this very moment." She tilted her head in disappointment and watched the Gryffindor release Draco and turn to face her. "I am very sorry, professor. I will be there in a minute." His apology was accepted and the Professor straightened her head and left the room. He whirled back around and frowned at the idea of leaving Draco's side so soon.
Draco reached out and held Harry's face with his hands and forced the boy to look in his eyes. "Don't worry about me, Harry. I'm about to return to my house. I am okay, honestly."
Harry nodded slowly and placed a light kiss on Draco's lips. "Bye, Draco."He quickly left Draco's side to make it to Transfigurations before Professor sent out for him.
As Harry closed the door, Draco mumbled as he slipped off the bed, "The baby and I say goodbye."
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