Title: It Can't Be
Narrated: TorringMay
Typed by: Sorringmay
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13 / Teen
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warning: This story contains slash and Mpreg. It is not written to any particular cannon.
Summary: A fight between the boys leaves Draco with a rather unique condition and Harry trying to deal with the responsibility of causing it.
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It couldn't be, it wasn't supposed to happen, but there he was blushing. He should have been sneering, or laughing at someone else's plight, instead there he was standing in the hall blushing as he waited for class to start.
What was worse was his fellow housemates were taking notice to the pink stain on his cheeks. Thankfully they were passing it off as him still not feeling well, after all he missed three days of classes last week, and rarely left their dorm over the weekend.
And there across the way was the source of his blush, the reason he had hidden in his dorm for five straight days.
He kept his eyes down, wishing the professor would hurry up, but a burst of laughter from across the way had him glancing up, the blush increasing ever so much. He wondered not for the first time if they were laughing at him, at what had happened.
"What are you looking at Malfoy?" snapped the ginger haired boy when he noticed the other boys gaze.
Draco Malfoy just averted his gaze, once again fixating on the stone between his feet. He knew full well that he was admitting defeat to Weasley, but with Potter standing right next to him there was not much he could say.
He wondered once again how his and Potter's fight could have gotten so out of control, how it could have ended the way it had. It however had ended that way and there was nothing Draco could do about it. Potter however could do a lot with that information, and from the look he had thrown Draco before the blonde had lowered his eyes, the Gryffindor knew it.
Any further instigation or deliberation was forestalled by the appearance of the potions master as Snape swept through the hall and into the classroom. Draco slipped into his seat at the front of the class not paying any attention to anyone else.
He listened to the professor drone on about a fairly simple potion blushing when Snape called on Potter to answer a question he of course could not. The blush however brought about the swell of memories that had created it.
The Gryffindor golden boy had pissed him off once again. It had been after the last class of the day and he had stormed after Potter determined to show the other one up. He remembered the feel of the soft black hair as it had tickled his knuckles when he had grabbed the back of Potter's robes, forcing him into a now deserted classroom. Draco hadn't even been able to say anything before Potter had landed a punch to his midsection. Draco had of course retaliated landing his fist against the Gryffindor's jaw, completely forgetting his wand.
Within only a few short moments both boys were battered and bruised, nether willing to give in. Then Potter had slammed him against the wall. Before Draco had time to retaliate soft lips met his eagerly. To this day Draco could not figure out where his mind had taken flight to in those moments, because he had found himself return said kiss. Kisses had turned to touches, which then turned to clothing being removed, and that had lead to…
"Mr. Malfoy!"
Draco jerked his head up to look at Professor Snape who was staring at him expectantly.
"Yes sir?" he asked not sure what was expected of him since he had not been paying attention.
Snape scowled darkly at him. "Mr. Malfoy, if you are still feeling ill please remove yourself from my class and visit the hospital wing immediately."
Knowing a dismal when it was given to him, Draco grabbed his bag and headed to the door amidst the mummers and chuckles of both the Slytherin and Gryffindor houses. He made his way slowly to the hospital wing to see Madame Pomfrey hoping the nurse might have something to help him deal with the situation, without telling her what it was.
He did have to wonder as to whether or not Snape knew though. His god-father, though never affectionate, had never treated him as he had today. Of course if the professor had somehow found out he had lost his virginity to the Gryffindor that would probably account for it.
A chilling thought made itself known as he trudged up a set of steps. If Snape knew, then likely his father would find out. Fear chilled his blood as he sank down onto the steps, his breath coming in desperate gasps. Draco knew he was having a panic attack, he had been prone to them since he was a small child, but if his father were to find out…
He tried to calm himself, tried to push past the memories of his father's infliction of past punishments, tried to rein in his fear of the pain.
"Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco looked up into the concerned eyes of Professor McGonagall, who was gently placing her hand against his forehead.
"You don't look well young man, come on up you get." The stern witch grasped his upper arm helping him to his feet before steering him once more towards to hospital wing.
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"I'm telling you there is something wrong with him." Pansy Parkinson stood in front of her friend and secrete crush Blaise Zabini. As a matter of fact she was discussing with Blaise the one person who knew of her crush.
"Listen Pansy, if something actually is wrong, Draco isn't going to tell us till he is good a ready. You know how private he is."
"You don't think," Pansy said biting her lower lip, "I mean this started right after school started, maybe something happened at home."
Blaise shrugged his shoulders, "It always hard to tell what Lucius would be willing to do."
Pansy stamped her foot down scowling viciously. "I'll tell you what he should do, be hung up, disemboweled, burned, castrated and buried."
The dark skinned Slytherin nodded in agreement. "He has been crying himself to sleep at night. We haven't said anything of course."
Suddenly struck with a thought the dark haired girl squished up her small nose. "Nott is leaving him alone isn't he?"
"Yes Nott is," was a snipe response from behind them. Pansy blushed as she turned towards Theodore Nott. "Listen, I know I don't hold the same beliefs you do in regards to the dark lord, but I would never say anything to some who has to live the same hell I deal with. Though…"
"Though?" Pansy said with an apologetic smile as she sat down on the couch.
Theodore sat down next to Pansy, giving the door to the boy's dorm a quick glance. "Well there are two things actually. In the past when ever Draco has been like this, not only has he cried himself to sleep, he has terrible nightmares. Lets just say what he has been dreaming are a far cry from nightmares."
"What do you mean…oh!" Pansy's checks blossomed a deep red.
"Yeah," replied Theo as he winked a Blaise who chuckled. "But also this didn't start till about two weeks after we came back. He didn't start acting weird till he had that fight with Potter."
Blaise frowned. "You don't think Potter didn't anything to him do you?"
"Other than kick his …" Theo quelled under Pansy's glare. He forgot how she considered Slytherins above common crude phrases. "I think Potter probably got the better of Draco and he just has to deal with it."
"Was it that bad?" Pansy asked trying to recall the incident that had occurred around five weeks ago. "I remember he had a black eye that Pomfrey wouldn't heal."
"He had a split lip and bruises on his arms, back and stomach," Blaise commented.
Their conversation was cut off though when said person came up from the boys dorm looking like he would rather do nothing but sleep.
"Draco," Pansy called getting up and dashing over to him. "Are you alright?"
As much as the blond hated to admit any weakness, especially to the members of his house, he knew lying would only be worse.
"Not feeling good, been sick the last three mornings." He leaned his shoulder against the door frame allowing his head to loll against the cool stone. "Think maybe I should see Pomfrey."
"Where are Crabbe and Goyle?" Theo inquired as he and Blaise rose from their seats.
"Sleep," was the short reply. Looks were exchanged between the three before the focused back on the blond. This was not the way the Prince of Slytherin ever behaved.
Theo nodded to Blaise who quickly stepped up to take Draco by the elbow. Draco lifted cloudy grey eyes to his friend in confusion.
"We're taking you to the hospital wing and you're not going alone."
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Draco lay on the crisp white linens trying to mentally force his stomach to behave. Getting sick on the nurse was both undignified and highly embarrassing, and yet his stomach refused to calm down. He slowly breathed holding his breath for several seconds before exhaling just a slowly. He kept the pattern up until he heard the nurse huff in what sounded like confusion.
"Mr. Malfoy," the nurse waited till he opened his eyes a perplexed and worried look on her face, "Not to sound rude, but does your family have veela anywhere in it?"
Immediately the Slytherin bristled. He was well aware of the slanderous accusations going around the school saying such, especially after the tri-wizard tournament.
"Madame, my family is pure-blood. There is NO vela blood in my family line." He tried to glare at her, but with his stomach so upset it made it rather difficult to do.
Madame Pomfrey sniffed at his attitude. "As I said, I meant no disrespect, it's just the only thing that I am aware of that could explain your current condition."
"And what," Draco said tiredly as he threw an arm across his eyes, "Would that be?"
"You are pregnant Mr. Malfoy."
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TorringMay: Hi all, this is going to be a short, sweet little flick for one of my nurses who sat by my bed after my surgery and read half of DH to me.
SorringMay: While we are continuing to work on Of the Nightstars, Torring wanted to get this story up and going. We also have another one in the works (since neither of us liked the ending to DH). a lot will depend on Torring's medication as she is usually in a lot of pain after each surgery.