Oops, we're dads. (DRARRY)

Chapter 1: POTTER!

"Can you somehow write a fic where Draco and Harry become dads?"
-@lovegoodgoals

Draco came stomping into the Slytherin common room, each step thumping loud onto the floor and echoing through the room. His usually pale face had been turned pink, and he looked extremely frustrated and like he didn't need to be bothered with anymore than he already had been. Pansy didn't know what was wrong, but when she saw Draco's dramatic entrance she knew something was obviously bothering him. When he practically threw himself onto one of the chairs, Pansy gasped and examined Draco with wide eyes.

"What happened, Draco?" She asked, holding a roll of parchment she had been writing on for Professor Snape's potions essay. He had to close his eyes and count to ten before he answered her. From what Pansy could tell, he was extremely flustered. "Potter." He practically spat out.

Pansy's eye lids rested from the tense state it was in, and she gave a sigh of relief. Just Potter. Nothing really bad like one of their death eater parents being found out and sent off to Azkaban bad. She looked at Draco closely before replying, but finally said, "What did he do this time?" As though to punctuate her sentence, Draco stood up and began pacing the room. "He thinks he's so perfect. He thinks he's better than everyone else! We'll see just who's laughing when the Dark Lord returns again!" He hissed, and Pansy rolled her eyes. This was almost a daily routine. Everyday, he'd rant to Pansy about how much he loathed Potter. But Pansy knew, that deep down inside, Draco was really just jealous of him. Extremely jealous. She was used to this kind of thing by now; but she hadn't seen Draco this mad since Potter rejected his hand of friendship.

"What happened, Draco?" She repeated irritably. Draco stopped pacing and looked around at Pansy, curling his lip. "The Boy-Who-Lived has just sent my father to Azkaban!" He snapped, crossing his arms together fiercely. Pansy gaped at him, he couldn't be serious. Did Potter somehow find a way to expose Lucius Malfoy as a Death Eater? This caught Pansy by surprise-- was Voldemort back?! Pansy finally worked up the courage to say, "but how? How did he manage to do that?" She asked, awaiting an answer from the devastated Slytherin. He plopped himself into the armchair and began to pout.
"Itsbecausehethinkshe'ssoperfectwiththatscarredfaceofhis!." He growled. Pansy couldn't quite understand what he had said, the words were all jumbled up together. "What?" She said irritably, not understanding what Draco had just spat out. "I DIDN'T EXACTLY HEAR ALL THAT HAPPENED, PANSY!" He snapped, and Pansy looked at him with wide eyes. "Please, Draco, you're acting like a maniac. How do you know it was him?" She asked in an unsure voice. Draco's cheeks turned red. "Because it's all over the papers!" He snapped, pulling out a page from the Daily Prophet out of his pockets. He slammed the paper onto the table and pointed at the article.

''HARRY POTTER SENDS DEATH EATERS TO AZKABAN AFTER FIGHT AT MINISTRY OF MAGIC''

((A/N: YES I KNOW THIS HAPPENED AT THE END OF THE YEAR BUT IN THIS FANFICTION IT HAPPENED IN LIKE OCTOBER OK SO SHUSH THIS IS MY FIC I'LL DO WHAT I WANT))

The Headline read, and Pansy eyed the article suspiciously. When she reached the end, she gave out an irritated sigh. ''He'll pay, Draco. We'll make sure of it.'' She assured, and Draco rolled his eyes. ''And how exactly are we going to do that?'' he asked irritably. She looked at him and gave a wide grin. ''Hold on. I have an idea.'' She announced, jumping off of the seat she sat in. ''Hey, don't we have Care of Magical Creatures with Potter tomorrow?'' She questioned, but Draco seemed too annoyed to understand anything she said. Pansy rolled her eyes. ''I'll be right back!'' She exclaimed, and she ran towards the direction of the boy's dormitory. What was she up to?

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DRACO/POV

''THAT POTTER. THAT STUPID, IDIOT POTTER. HE THINKS HE'S SO PERFECT WITH HIS PERFECT LITTLE LIFE AND ALL HIS SUCCESS!'' Draco ranted, bending his metal fork as he sat at the Slytherin House table in the Great Hall. ''Relax, Draco. Remember our plan!'' Pansy persuaded, rubbing his shoulders for comfort. ''He'll pay today, Draco. Just wait till he sees.'' She snickered, and Blaise let out a chuckle.

Draco had to admit, the plan they had worked up the night before was rather brilliant. They would lead him out of Care of Magical Creatures, pretending that Draco was extremely injured. When Harry comes to help him, just like that-- SNAP! Pansy would stun him, and Crabbe and Goyle would help pick him up to the castle. Pansy suggested they hide him in a broom closet. The others had agreed. What an excellent plan. This wouldn't be enough for what Potter did, of course-- but it would have to do for now.

Draco had only just realized that he had been glaring at Potter for the past ten minutes when Pansy started talking again. ''Draco, if looks could kill, Potter would be dead!'' She snickered, and Draco smirked. ''If only, Pansy. If only looks could kill.'' He agreed. He looked at Potter again, who surprisingly didn't look very happy at all. He was sitting next to the Weasley and Mud Blood. Draco wondered why they weren't all celebrating in triumph-- Potter had just sent Draco's father to Azkaban, wasn't that enough to make little Potty smile? These thoughts angered Draco. He growled. ''I'll get you, Potter.'' He hissed under his breath.

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HARRY/POV

Harry sat in the Great Hall as everyone chattered to one another about Quidditch and homework, not a care in the world. They didn't know. They had no idea the trouble Harry had to live with. Ever since his godfather died, Harry had been more depressed than ever. Why was it that everyone Harry loved had to die? Lily, James, and Sirius... they had all died because of him. It was all his fault, and he knew it. Ron and Hermione tried to tell him it wasn't his fault; but he knew that wasn't true. The visions flashed back again... Sirius's tragic death repeated in Harry's mind like a scratched CD.

Tears threatened to fall from Harry's green eyes. He wiped his eye softly. Hermione looked at him apologetically. "Harry, it's alright." She said, but Harry wasn't convinced. What next? Now that Voldemort was back, who did he plan to kill next? Would it be Ron and Hermione? Harry couldn't bare to think about it... he would be the reason for his own friend's deaths.

Harry felt a cold glare on him, making him feel extremely uncomfortable. He shifted in his seat and looked around the Great Hall, searching for the pair of eyes that hated him so dearly. His eyes finally landed on a pair of grey, misty eyes.

Malfoy and Harry's eyes locked, Malfoy's full of loathing and Harry's of curiosity. Harry guessed that Malfoy had heard the news of his father's imprisonment. Serves him right. Malfoy quickly looked away and started talking irritably to his fellow Slytherins. Harry sighed. He wished more than anything to be non existent right now. It would feel much better.

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