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One Night
Chapter Two
"Potter, are you okay?"
"No."
Draco cringed at the response, but could hardly blame him; not that this stopped him from being worried. Harry had been sitting on the ground, legs crossed, with his head on his calves for the past half hour and that couldn’t very well be good for circulation. "Potter, are you going to sit there all night?"
He saw the shoulders raise and lower in a slow, heavy sigh, "No, Malfoy." Well, that was good. "I’ll be sitting here all week as I’m not entirely sure I can move."
Okay, not so good.
He sat down next to the other boy and put his back against the heavy wooden desk. It wasn’t all his fault. Harry had been the one to suggest it, and not even bother to ask if Draco was gay, let alone if he’d ever had sex before. Of course, he’d had sex, but Pansy was about as attractive as a garden gnome, and just about as adept in bed.
"Are you mad at me?"
"No." That was.... "I went well beyond mad when you shoved your cock up my unlubricated arse. Do you mind keeping it down? Only I’m trying to ignore you."
Draco winced, but didn’t say anything else for a time. He knew he deserved it, but it was rather difficult to have the first real friend he’d ever made mad at him less than an hour after they’d acknowledged their friendship. "Potter?"
"What!?"
"If it makes you feel any better, I think you put me off sex entirely."
For a moment he was afraid Harry had taken it as an insult, but then he heard the familiar deep chuckle, "Well, then, at least it was for a good cause. Harry Potter saves the world yet again." When they’d finished laughing, Harry looked up, anger no longer bright behind his eyes, "You really should have told me you didn’t know what you were doing."
Draco scrunched his nose distastefully, "It was a matter of pride."
"You know what? Of the two, I’d choose my partners arse over my pride, besides, it’s not that embarrassing to be a virgin." His voice took on a decidedly sappy tone, "I think it’s rather sweet and noble; the great Draco Malfoy saving himself for the right person."
Draco scowled and resisted the urge to punch Harry’s arm, afraid the movement might make it worse, "I was not saving myself, Potter, and I was not a virgin. No matter how horrible the experience, you alone could not put me off women."
"Oh, and who can?"
"Pansy Parkinson."
He watched a look of sympathy cross Harry’s face before he started laughing again, "I am so sorry, Malfoy, I had no idea. Honestly, if I knew she was your first and only I would have put you out of your misery a long time ago."
Draco did slug him this time, but not as hard as he wanted to, "Shut up, Potter."
They sat in silence, listening to each other breath. With the amount of time they’d spent alone in the past few months Draco had become very familiar with Harry’s breathing and could, for the most part, tell what he was feeling from it. It was evening out, becoming normal, which was a good sign that the pain was lessening.
"Malfoy?"
"Hm?
"I think you may have to take me to the hospital wing."
Draco looked down in shock and horror, "What the bloody hell will you tell Madame Pomfrey? That you fell the wrong way on your broomstick?"
Harry punched him this time, "That doesn’t hurt nearly this bad. Come on, I can actually feel myself bleeding and that is not a good sign."
"You serious?"
"Yeah."
As he helped Harry up, he winced almost imperceptible at the thick stream of blood down his legs and wrapped an arm protectively around the smaller boy’s waist, "How should we do this? Can you walk?"
Harry took a small step forward and fell into Draco’s supportive grip, his legs turning to rubber, "I’m thinking no."
After much scrambling to get their cloaks on without jarring him around too much, Draco bent over and scooped Harry up, surprised at how heavy he was for his size. Physically, he looked no more than 120. He’d only taken a few steps when he felt Harry looking at him. "What?"
"If it ever gets out that you had to carry me I will personally see to it that you never have to worry about sex again."
Draco laughed, but tightened his grip and tried to keep from moving erratically, "Good threat, but tell you what-I won’t tell anyone I carried you if you don’t tell anyone about my stunning premature ejaculation."
Harry chuckled into his chest, it felt almost like a purr, "I don’t think it counts as premature if you get it in."
"Anything under a minute is premature."
Neither of them said another word as they made their way through the halls, but Harry couldn’t hold back "ow ow ow" as Draco laid him on the bed before going off in search of Madame Pomfrey, who, it turned out, did not need an explanation. She shut the young Malfoy out of the room, telling him to wait outside. Five minutes later she came out and glared at him for a few seconds before thrusting a tube of some kind in his hand and sending him back to his dorm for the night.
The tube turned out to be a numbing salve. Setting it on his bed side table, he pulled the covers over himself, not bothering to disrobe.
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Draco sat in his desk during Potions absolutely seething at the way his own Head of House had treated him. Snape had actually given him a B. He’d never received a B in Potions in his entire life. He lowered his voice and grumbled to himself, ignoring the fact at his lab partner could hear him. "Stupid old bint, why can’t keep her big mouth shut?"
Harry kicked him under the table, "She could have said worse, Malfoy. I’d be thankful she didn’t let it slip why you brought me in."
Crossing his arms obstinently across his chest, Draco leaned over and dropped his voice, "Yeah? Well, she could have left out the part about my looking ‘concerned.’ I did not look concerned."
"No, you didn’t, you look constipated." Harry tried to muffle his laughter as Draco sputtered.
Snape looked up and they both quickly pretended to be busy. As soon as Snape looked back down at the papers he was grading, Draco leaned over again, "I was not constipated, I was in pain! I’d just about taken a layer of skin off one of my favorite bits. You’d be a little ansy sitting in those wooden chairs, too." He purposefully left off the part about it being entirely numb until the next morning. It seemed to diminish his case against what had been his rather obvious worry.
It had been nearly a month since it had happened and things had gone down hill very quickly for the once powerful Slytherin. He was still feared, he was still respected, it was just that he was now also a traitor to his house. Having the entire school know that he and Harry were indeed friends of a sort was more humiliating and devastating than coming out of the wardrobe. Not that he knew what that felt like, but he was sure he was right.
Weasley had taken it horribly. He’d thrown a fit the first time Harry dragged Draco into the Grffyindor common room, insisting it was safe. Draco absently rubbed the faded mark on his hand that proved Gryffindors, at least those of the Weasel variety, did indeed bite. Granger had been civil, she hadn’t even asked for an apology; not that he ever intended to give one. It seemed that, after the novelty of his being there wore down, most of the house was perfectly content to leave them alone.
"Oh, yes, Malfoy, so terribly sorry I forgot your discomfort. I think I was little too preoccupied with a certain mangled part of my own body to notice."
Ron kicked the back of Harry’s chair and he looked up to see Professor Snape staring at them from behind his desk. It was fairly obvious that he’d been watching for some time and Draco silently prayed, though he wasn’t sure to what, that he hadn’t been using a hearing charm. "Mr. Malfoy, five points, Mr. Potter, twenty, and detention for you both. I do hope neither of you had plans tonight."
Harry turned slightly red, "Why twenty?"
The professor sneered unpleasantly, "You provoked him. Ten more for your insolence."
Draco watched Harry’s jaw clench as Snape stared, daring him to say something else. When nothing happened he went back to grading papers and Harry went back to writing out the essay on why their potion hadn’t worked properly. The blonde sneered down at his own. It had worked properly, it had done just what it was suppose to, however, Snape had absolutely refused to believe it was the correct color. Draco finished scribbling on his paper and slammed his quill down, staring blankly at the front of the room.
Potions was the last class of the day and when Snape dismissed everyone ten minutes later, the two of them stayed behind to start their detention. Weasley stared at Draco irritably for a moment before turning his full attention to his best friend, "You’ll be all right then, Harry?"
"Yeah, probably, if he doesn’t make us clean caldron bottoms again. We’ll meet you and ‘Mione in the common room later."
Weasley made a face, obviously adverse to the thought of Draco joining them, "Why’s the ferret have to come, anyway?"
Draco stood up straighter, tensing, but Harry stepped forward, "Ron, I hang out with him twice a week. You’ll live. And stop calling him ferret."
"Yeah, Weasel."
"You too, Malfoy."
Draco smirked, "I’m not calling anyone a ferret."
"You know what I mean." Harry elbowed the Slytherin in the gut, not bothering to turn around as Draco tried to regain his breath in large gulps.
The red head’s eyes widened, "Bloody hell, Harry, and you call yourselves friends."
Snape’s shadow fell over the group and Ron blanched, "Right, I’ll just give ‘Mione your best, then."
Draco watched his professor in amusement as Harry and Snape glared at each other. It wasn’t anything abnormal, their hate had only intensified since the beginning of sixth year when the professor had spent a great deal of time nursing a starved Potter back to health on Dumbledore’s orders.
After several moments of intense staring, in which neither backed down, Snape handing each a piece of paper and lead them to a door on the right wall of the room, "You will be spending your evening taking inventory of my store room. Certain potions have gone missing recently," he eyed Harry suspiciously, "and I would like to make sure nothing else has mysteriously vanished."
Once they were locked in and he was sure Snape had left, Draco narrowed his grey eyes dangerously, "This’ll take us hours."
Harry had already found the first item on his list and was methodically counting the vials with the matching picture and label, "Yes, four, in fact. Me and Ron had to do it at the end of last year. So, Malfoy," he half turned his head around, giving a sarcastic little smile that oddly resembled Draco’s smirk, "I suggest you get started."
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Five hours later, Harry was trying, as he generally did on such occasions, to pointedly ignore Draco as the blonde made every attempt to kick his shin again. Harry was sitting cross legged on the floor with a very bruised right leg. Draco was laying on his stomach, feet in the air, facing away. Every so often he dropped one boot clad foot onto the leg behind him and chuckled evily as Harry cursed.
He went to do it again, but Harry grabbed his foot this time, twisted it to the side and forced Draco onto his back to keep his ankle from snapping. "Stop it."
"You said four hours. It’s been longer." He pushed up onto his elbows and saw that Harry was untying his shoe laces, "What are you doing?"
Taking off one boot, Harry threw it casually behind him and started on the next, "You’re feet turn me on." He rolled his eyes at the disgusted, questioning look he received from the other boy, "You’ll do less damage this way." When both had been removed and placed out of the blonde’s reach, Draco straightened his leg quickly, shoving his heel directly into a spot he knew he’d hit before and smirking as he heard the familiar curse.
Harry scowled, but wasn’t about to try a return assault just yet. If there was one thing Draco had figured out about Harry, other than the fact he was gay, it was that he took his time getting revenge. Sometimes, when he was feeling very contemplative, he wondered why he bothered doing things that incurred the Gryffindor’s select, and rather vicious, form of retaliation, but he’d yet to come up with anything plausible.
Looking over his shoulder at Harry, he watched him running a finger down his list, "I only counted 297 general healing potions which means there are eleven missing."
Draco raised his eye brows at the number, but turned back to his own, "Okay, I’ve got four hang over remedies gone."
"Only four? There should be five." Harry blushed crimson as Draco shot him a look, eyebrow raised even higher, "Well, it wasn’t like I could ask him for them. You sure it’s only four?"
"Yeah." Draco kicked back, becoming annoyed when he missed, "Maybe Snape miscounted."
There was a grunt of disbelief, but he said nothing else about it. "You missing anything else?"
After a moment, Draco chuckled, "Yeah, there were supposed to be two male fertility potions, I could only find one."
"Male fertility?" Harry laughed as he crawled over to look, "Why would Snape have male fertility potions at a school?"
Draco handed the paper over for Harry to inspect, "He’s a potions master, dimwit, you think his only source of income is teaching? He does owl orders and the like. Chances are someone ordered it and then changed their mind."
Harry seemed very thoughtful as he turned the information over in his head, "Well, that explains the leather and silk."
"The what?"
Harry, who had just begun scanning the shelves for the potion, stopped and looked at Draco with an utterly blank expression. "You weren’t... I mean..." He frowned deeply, "It was one of the dares in sixth year, before the... you know what. Fred and George dared me to go into Snape’s rooms and redecorate. They even went so far as to teach me a spell to turn things pink. Anything."
Draco’s eyebrow’s shot up, "You went into Snape’s private quarters and turned his things pink?"
The brunette shook his head dejectedly, "I got in, but he caught me before I could do more than charm the candles. Thing is he had leather furniture, all leather furniture. And not the stiff, uncomfortable kind in the Slytherin commons; I’m talking soft, really nice, rich black leather that you can just sink into and never come out of again."
He stopped as he saw the way Draco’s mouth was hanging open, "Potter, I can’t help but notice you sound a little... familiar with his furniture."
The blank stare slowly changed as Harry began smiling impishly, "Well, I was there for half an hour before he caught me."
"You didn’t!"
The smile turned absolutely wicked, "It was a nice couch! Honestly, I live in a dorm with four other boys, how exactly am I supposed to get any privacy?"
Draco’s eyes filled with a sort of admiration diluted in shock, "You wanked off on Snape’s couch?"
Harry blushed slightly at the indelicate way Draco had put it, and turned his back as he resumed his search for the potion, "You’d better get started double checking my list or we’ll be here for..."
He went very quite. At first Draco thought he’d just decided not to finish, but he also seemed to have stopped breathing. Before he could ask what was wrong Harry thrust the paper into Draco’s hand and cast a spell that nearly knocked Snape’s magically locked door off its hinges.
Turning around for a moment, Harry stared at Draco, assessing the situation, "I am really sorry, Malfoy, but I have to go. Tell Snape... oh hell, tell him I ran out." He started to turn away and then stopped, grinning slightly and pointing at something that seemed to be behind Draco, "Oh, and that’s for kicking me."
Before he could say anything in protest Harry was gone, running through the classroom and out the door. With a huff of annoyance, Draco took a moment to look behind him, but saw nothing of interest. He started to walk briskly from the room, intending to go straight to Snape (there was no way he was recounting over three hundred general healing potions on his own) when he caught his reflection out of the corner of his eye and stopped dead.
His hair was pink.
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It was actually a very nice morning as far as mornings had gone the past month. Most people had entirely ignored the fact that his hair was a vibrant pink, at least, they had ignored it after he’d cursed Zabini, who happened to be the first one to say ‘Malfoy, you’re hair, it’s pink’ when he had explicitly told them not to say anything. After a very extensive shower, which he took late to ensure a modicum of solitude, Draco made his way to the Great Hall feeling, for the moment, rather chipper. He received a few snickers from passer-bys, but no one actually said anything and as long as they maintained their semi-silence he could maintain control over his temper.
Harry was already in the Great Hall, his friends on either side of him. They seemed... strange. There really was no other word for it. Granger kept patting Harry on the back, leaning over and whispering in his ear. The Weasel frowned down at Harry’s half empty plate and started piling food on it, which Harry didn’t seem to be taking too kindly; in fact, he was starting to turn on him when Granger said something that made Weasley turn an unflattering shade of red and his shoulders slump dejectedly while Harry chuckled.
Normally secrets did not bother Draco, but something about the despondency in Harry’s posture, the way he hunched over his eggs jabbing them incessantly with his fork as though they might still be alive, made him feel slightly uneasy. He eventually caught Harry’s eye and the Gryffindor nodded hello, but quickly looked back down, shoving some food in his mouth and chewing with obvious distaste.
It wasn’t until midday that Draco was even able to get close to him. Granger and Weasley had left him alone long enough to grab whatever it was they were wrestling with for Care of Magical Creatures. Draco had decided he was uninterested. Who knew what the great oaf would throw at them today, but he wasn’t about to go over and find out, instead, he casually leaned on the tree next to Harry. "So, what’s got you’re nickers in a twist?"
Harry shot him an unamused glance, "None of your..." Then he stopped, grimacing slightly before turning away. "Who says my nickers are in a twist, anyway?"
"Oh, like it takes a bloody genius to figure it out." Draco noted the sharp elbow in his ribs, but ignored the quickly spreading pain, "You look like you’ve lost your Weasel."
Harry looked back at him sharply, "And you look like a twisted tooth fairy."
Draco paled, "Potter, I am going to pretend you did not just say that."
The Gryffindor quirked an eyebrow and shrugged, "Whatever, Malfoy."
Weasley and Granger were headed back and Draco decided he’d rather wrestle giant worms or slimy whatalls than deal with the Weasel gloating and laughing about exactly how wrong this shade of pink was for his already light complexion. "See you later, Potter."
Harry watched Malfoy walk off, his somewhat cold demeanor melting into relief. Hermione stopped beside him, handing him a pair of especially thick gloves, "What did you say to him, Harry, he looked like he was going to be sick for a moment there."
"I told him the pink hair made him look like the tooth fairy."
Ron’s face became a mix of horror and amusement and Hermione had to pause for a moment in the middle of opening the small box they’d carried over, "Harry, remind me to show you a picture later."
Sudenly catching on, Harry tried to cover his chuckle, "I’m taking it the tooth fairy isn’t a good natured woman in a pink too-too?"
"No, Harry, no their not."
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Draco dragged himself miserably through the halls towards the Slytherin dungeon much later that night. The new captain of the Quidditch team was just about on his last nerve. If he heard one more time that he wasn’t paying attention that boy would be speaking through other orifices for a week. Of course he wasn’t paying attention, it was becoming unpleasantly clear that, no matter how he tried to deny it, he was concerned about Harry. More than just concerned, he was positively fretting. He’d watched the Gryffindor during both lunch and dinner. It seemed that despite his friend’s efforts, the raven haired boy refused to eat, he just picked at it and occasionally made a half hearted attempt to swallow some.
Oh, sod it all! He was Draco bloody Malfoy he was not supposed to be watching Harry bloody Potter’s every mood and he was not suppose to be bloody worried about... "Malfoy?"
Stopping sudenly in mid-stamp Draco grabbed the wall for support, trying to make it look less like an attempt to keep his balance and more like a suave turn. "Potter!"
Harry was standing against the wall next to a portrait, more than a little amused, "You walked right past me." Draco shrugged, still leaning awkwardly against the wall, "We need to talk."
"Says he who called me the bloody tooth fairy." Pushing off the wall, he stumbled slightly and cursed under his breath before gaining his footing, "Besides, didn’t you say it was none of my business?"
Harry made a face, "I started to, but quite frankly it is your business, so, if you don’t mind?" He gestured towards the classroom door on his left and Draco grudgingly entered after him, shutting and locking the door, and waited somewhat patiently while Harry erected silencing charms.
They stood facing each other in silence for some time. Draco sensed that it was probably better the let Harry speak first, and every few moments it appeared the Gryffindor might - he’d opening his mouth before shutting it and scowling nervously. Nearly five minutes later, Harry seemed to lose patience with himself and sat down on the desk, rubbing his temples, "All right, the thing is, no matter how often I practice this it’s just not something any man should ever have to say. So, instead, we’re going to play a kind of twenty questions till you get it right."
"What’s twenty questions?"
One look at Harry’s sudenly furious gaze and he backed off, taking a seat across from him and waiting for the first class glare to slowly melt from his face. Snape would be proud. After several deep breaths, the green eyes relaxed and Harry took a deep breath, "Well, the thing is Malfoy, I... no, wait. Remember last night when we were doing inventory and I told you there should have been five hang over remedies missing, but there were only four?" Draco nodded slowly, "What else was missing?"
"I don’t know?" The green eyes flashed dangerously and Draco quickly scanned his brain, holding back a chuckle, "About three vials of ‘easy slip’ lubricant."
Harry went both beat red and pale, putting his head in his hands and mumbled, "Other than that."
"Who do you think took those, anyway?"
"Malfoy!" Definitely red, but also very obviously devoid of patience, "Other than the lubricant."
Shrugging, Draco put his hands behind himself for support as he leaned back and kicked the air, "I really have no clue. I was far too angry with you for the hair to remember those lists."
Harry took a few more deep breaths, his face slowly returning to its natural golden shade, his ears, however, retained the embarrassed pink shade, "Think really hard, Malfoy, or it’ll be gold and red before you can take out your mirror."
Paling slightly, Draco sat up, fingering his back pocket protectively as he tried to defend himself. "I do not have a mirror!"
"Some third year saw you take it out a few months ago."
Draco crossed his arms over his chest and huffed, his good mood ruined, "Find, whatever, can we just get on with this?"
Rolling his eyes, Harry took a very large breath, "Male fertility potion, Malfoy. There was one male fertility potion missing."
"That’s right!" He chuckle deeply, trying to keep his voice down, "I was too busy picturing you on Snape’s couch to remember that. What, you took that instead?" He nodded, his face a mask of non-emotion. "That’s classic! You fertilized yourself? Well, I’m not having sex with you again if that’s what your getting at. I don’t care how bad you wanna get knocked up..."
He felt two hands nearly shove him off his perch and pink hair fell in his face. "Time before that, Malfoy."
Harry had taken the potion when they’d gotten drunk the time before? That’s right, that would be the time Draco woke up to the entire Slytherin dorm watching him vomit, a week before they’d (shudder) tried to have sex. Well, technically they had, technically he’d gotten it in before... before...
Oh bloody hell. "No way." Pausing he added, "No way!" again just for good measure. "Absolutely positively no way in hell are you... you know."
Harry shook his head gravely, "Afraid so. The potion’s effects last two weeks and we..."
"Don’t say it!" Draco got off the desk and started pacing the room as the shock of the realization began to wear off, "Do you have any idea what this means?" One heir, one heir, the Malfoy line could only have one heir, he could only have one child. This was not happening, not with Harry of all people. Friend yes, lover no; and even if his father had ignored their friendship, or if he’d been to angry to reply, there wasn’t a charm or curse around that could keep him from getting his hands on his son when he found out Draco had secured the family line with a Potter.
Harry’s eyes slitted dangerously, "Of course I bloody well know what it means, Malfoy. It means I’m god damned pregnant with you sodding child! You think I’m happy about this?"
Draco kicked a desk over and eyed another one dangerously, "No, I very much doubt you’re a ball of joy, Potter." He paused and looked back curiously, seeing Harry had seated himself on the floor, back against the wall. He looked remarkable like he had the night one month ago when... Not thinking about that, actively not thinking about that. He slithered down the wall as well, doing his best to ignore the irony of the familiar position. "So, who all knows?"
He felt Harry sigh heavily next to him, but the other boy had put his head between his upraised knees and didn’t appear keen on looking up, "Dumbledore, Madame Pomphrey, Professor McGonagal and Snape. Oh, and Ron and Hermione; they kind of knew something was up, so there was no use hiding it."
"What, like you’ve had morning sickness?"
"No."
"Mood swings?"
"No."
"Discolored nipples?"
"Bloody hell, I’m not a girl, Malfoy." Harry looked up sharply, scrunching his nose in distaste, "I really didn’t get a very clear explanation myself, or if I did I wasn’t paying close enough attention. The baby is in this kind of magical bubble, I suppose, and the only thing it gets from me, apart from the usual DNA contribution, is food and magic to sustain the life. All I’ll be getting are some strange food cravings, and a swollen belly."
Draco reached his hand out wearily, "Is it swollen yet?"
Harry moved away quickly, the moon light hit his face from the window as he stood and it appeared paler than normal, "No, of course not, it’s only a month. It won’t start showing for a while."
He added something under his breath that Draco didn’t catch and didn’t bother to pry for. He got up as well, dusting off the back of his pants in case there had been any dirt on the floor and looked at Harry for a moment, "You don’t look so well."
Harry nodded, leaning against the wall, "I haven’t eaten all day, I feel kind of dizzy."
"Want me to..."
Harry held up a hand and shook his head, "No, whatever you were going to say, no. This doesn’t change anything between us, Malfoy. We’re friends and that’s all, we enjoy each others pain because the look on your face is really funny and you like to see how far you can push me. Nothing changes. If it makes you feel better I’ll be going to the kitchens for a really large meal before I go to bed, but I don’t need company."
Draco shrugged and walked out the door, standing in the hall until he saw Harry emerge, "Potter?" He searched the green eyes for something, anything that could help him, but Harry seemed to have closed himself off rather effectively, "I just need time to think and when I’m done we are going to have a very long, very detailed conversation. This may not change our friendship, but it changes just about everything else."
Harry nodded, a small frown on his lips as he walked away. Draco’s voice lowered to an inaudible whisper, "It changes so much more than you know. One heir, Harry, I get one."
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