Raising Narcissa Lily Malfoy

Chapter One

It was nearing midnight and in the room of requirements, there was a candle nearly burned out in the middle of the table, an empty bottle of wine on the floor, by the chair that laid on the the floor. A mix of Gryffindor and Slytherin school robes covered the floor leading to the bed. Harry Potter reached over and turned the lamp back on. "Hard to believe it's been two years." Draco Malfoy said, resting his head on Harry's chest holding the blanket close to his chest.  Harry potter and Draco Malfoy had been secretly dating since the age of fourteen, and tonight marked the second year they had been together. So after a very romantic and half drunken night together, they laid naked under the blankets. "Well, between classes and trying to hide, two years passes by rather quickly." Harry said. "You know as well as I do, word gets out we are both dead." Draco said, getting a kiss on his head. "I'm aware, love. I feel as if Hermione is close to learning something thought." Harry said. "If you tell her." Draco said. "No, love. Hermione doesn't have to be told to know." Harry said. "She won't fully know if you don't tell her, Harry." Draco said and Harry let out a sigh. "Love, I won't Ignore her questions forever. Sooner or later, I'll have to tell them." Harry said. "Why? Like they have to know your ever movement." Draco fussed. "Like Pansy isn't up your ass about where the hell you've been?" Harry asked, a bit of a smart ass tone. "And I tell her to bugger off." Draco said. "That might work for you, but not so much for me." Harry said. "I still don't want you telling her." Draco whispered. "I won't have to, not yet." Harry said.

Draco woke up vomiting six weeks later, and ended up falling back asleep on the couch in the common room. "Malfoy!" Pansy said, giving him a shake. Draco pulled his head up, looking a bit flush. "Shit...What time is it?" Draco mumbled. "For you to go to the hospital wing, you look like shit." She said as Draco got to his feet. "No, I'm late as hell. I have to go." Draco said, grabbing his robe and running out the common room.
Draco did not feel well at all. His stomach was hurting something awful, along with a headache and he felt exhausted. However, the last thing he was going to do was go to the hospital wing. He didn't need any reason for his father to start asking even more questions or his mother to worry about just what it is he was doing between classes and Homework as that was something he wasn't at all ready for. He wasn't ready to explain why he was late to potions either, so the question was ignored when he ran through the door, getting looked at by not only the group of students but by Mr. Snape when the question was oblivious ignored, as he hurried to his sit with a head on his head.

Something else unusual, is the smell off the potions brewing was upsetting his stomach even more if that was even possible. It took everything he had not to vomit right there in class when he finished. Draco heard Snape say something when he ran out the room but He didn't care. He hurried to the hallway, pulled out his wand and summoned a trash can that he vomited in. He didn't even hear Hermione come up, only seen the couple of books she held out for him to grab when he gathered himself together. He slowly grabbed the books and ran a head through his hair. "Look, your obliviously sick Malfoy. I'm heading that way, walk with me." Hermione said. "I think not, Granger. I'm fine." Draco said, getting to his feet. "Malfoy, don't be dumb." Hermione said. "Go. Away." Draco said, putting his books back and he heard the sigh. "Why are you so stubborn? I could always tell Harry." Hermione said. "Why would I care about what you tell Potter?" Draco said, starting to walk away. "The moment he hears your sick, he'll have you go himself." Hermione said, and Draco paused, only for a short moment before he started to walk again to see her shadow following him. "At least tell me what's going on?" She asked and after a sigh. "It's nothing, Granger." Draco said and she rolled her eyes. "Malfoy!" She fussed and he let out a huff. "Just nausea, my head hurts and I am extremely exhausted, alright?" Draco said. "You know...It's rare, but you could be pregnant." She said. "Somebody spent to much time in the potions classroom today." Draco said, getting his shoulder grabbed. "Look, I'm serious! Without the proper knowledge you could die, Malfoy." Hermione said. "I'm not pregnant, Granger. I've just gotten sick is all." Draco said. "Stubborn is not a good trait! Go see the healer, Malfoy. Like yesterday and then come find me when you do have the answer." Hermione said, before Draco let out a huff and walked away.

Draco slipped into a bathroom and slashed some water in his face. "Pregnant? And I thought she was smart." Draco kind of laughed to himself, before he looked at himself in the mirror. He swore his eyes flashed bright green for a moment and he laughed again. "I really need some sleep." Draco whispered, before grabbing his bag and heading to the room of requirements, where he fell asleep hugging a pillow to his face on his stomach on the bed they used when they stayed their. Draco was unsure of how he was going to explain this to his parents, why he missed nearly a full day of school...But he didn't care, he was having the oddest dream; Him and Harry in a house with a boat load of kids. Half smiling, a future Draco could get used to.