That Potter Child (Two Shot) (boyxboy) (drarry)

One

Harry sat up with a groan and grabbed his head. Everything ached. His head, his stomach, his back and even his arse. That was a red flag for him. Why did his arse hurt? He looked around and noticed that he was in fact not in his dorms. The green walls gave it away so he quickly looked to see who he was slumbering with.

"Malfoy." He muttered. He cursed himself for getting so drunk he doesn't remember doing anything. Especially since it was his first time. He slipped out quickly, noting he was still naked, and got his clothes back on. After dressing himself, he hurriedly made his way out of the Slytherin prince's room.

"Potter." Draco's breath was hot against his neck. "Merlin you're hot."

"Please Malfoy." Harry begged the blonde. "W-want you." He whimpered. Draco smirked and then thrusted into Harry full force.

Harry shook his head from the thoughts. At least he remembered some of it. He made it back to his dorms, across the eight year common room from Malfoy's, and walked in. Neville was slumbering away with his curtains closed. He could hear the snores. He would have shared a room with Ron but he and Hermione decided to share one. Harry didnt mind, he was just third wheeling anyway. He got into bed and shook his head. Damn he felt dumb.

Two months later and Harry hadn't talked to Malfoy since that night. Not like he wanted to. They still weren't friends or anything so why would they need to speak with him? It's not like they needed to or anything.
However when Harry has a nasty shock, he needed to seek out Malfoy. He found him alone in the common room. Malfoy didn't really have anyone other than Blaise who was out with Ginny. Harry approached the blonde, cleared his throat and sat down.

"What Potter? Come to ask for a second round?" Malfoy sneered. "Couldn't get enough of my cock and now you want more hmm? Don't get your hopes though, I won't touch you if I'm sober." Harry almost didn't tell. He almost got up and walked but he didn't.

"I'm pregnant Malfoy." Harry told the blonde. The blonde's mask almost broke but he kept calm.

"Why the fuck are you telling me? More attention for the golden boy?"

"It's yours."

"Mine? You wish it was mine." He sneered. "You probably spread your legs for the whole year Potter." He snarled. Harry winced at the harsh tone. He knew Malfoy wouldn't take this seriously. He pulled out a piece of parchment, the one Promfrey gave him. It was signed and magically sealed by the mediwitch herself. He handed it to Malfoy who just rolled his eyes but took the paper. He read it over once. Then twice. After the third time, he looked up with disgust. "I don't care if this is my baby biologically. I don't want it. It's nothing but a filthy half-blood like yourself Potter. I'd abort the baby if I were you Potter. Someone like you couldn't handle it." And with that he stood up and walked off. Harry sat there trying to control his emotions. He was a Gryffindor. They were brave and strong. He could do this.

Months went by and Harry was getting bigger. His friends were there with him every step of the way. Took him under their wing like he did them. They protected him the same way he protected them. But still, he seemed upset. Sad and distant. Madam Promfrey explained this could happen. In most male pregnancies, it wouldn't be all fine and dandy. Unlike female pregnancies, males were pregnant for seven months. And this wouldn't be a beautiful experience. It was very hard for a male to sustain the pregnancy and stay happy. Some referred to the growing fetus as a dementor. Sucking the happiness right out of the person. Harry tried to deal with it. He knew that after his little girl was born he would be back to normal.

Malfoy was still not in the picture. They were still potions partners and had classes together but Malfoy practically ignored the brunette. He told the boy he didn't want to be a part of his or the baby's life, so he wasn't.