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Dumbledore

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Chapter 9
✨3rdpovHarry✨

The sight of Draco Malfoy, allowing a weakened very pale looking Harry Potter to lean on him as the taller Syltherin helped him to the hospital wing, was enough to at the very least leave each student they passed thoroughly befuddled. Harry ignored the confused looks and hushed conversations, trying not to get annoyed when he heard Hannah Abbot whisper "sickly" to her friend.

He glanced at Malfoy who seemed to be having a harder time ignoring their peers. His jaw was set in a straight line and his eyes were fierce and dangerous, like a cornered animal. Harry supposed if he'd grown up being taught status was the most important thing, he'd probably be having a more difficult time walking through this gauntlet of judgment too. "Are you okay?" Harry asked quietly as they walked.

Malfoy looked at him in surprise, and a small smile crept onto his lips. "Peachy." He replied sarcastically. Harry laughed lightly, at least he had a sense of humor about it.

When they finally made it to the hospital wing, Harry could feel Draco sigh in relief beside him. There were far fewer people in the hospital wing, which to Draco probably felt like less people to judge him for showing weakness and helping his so called enemy.

Madam Pomfre hurried over to the pair of them on her plump little legs, huffing out a comment about "Seeing Potter far to much in his time at Hogwarts," as she went. "What's the matter?"

"Well, I've been pretty sick. Everything I eat comes right back up"

"Sit down Potter, let me have a look at you." She sighed. He did so, sitting on the nearest hospital bed while Draco slumped in the stool next to him. She drew her wand and muttered a few incantations while waving it about in loose figure eights over his body while he sat. The longer she worked the more confused she seemed to become.

"What's wrong?" Harry finally asked, unable to contain his concern and curiosity any longer.

"Well Mister Potter, you're malnourished, your brain shows signs of overexposure to memory charms, and it would seem you are with a child."

"I didn't know that was possible..." Harry said quietly, after all being raised by non-magic people made it hard for him to be in the loop.

"It is possible for male wizards to carry children yes, but it is very rare and very dangerous. The process almost always ends in..."

"Shut up." Malfoy yelled, standing up so quickly from his stool that it toppled over loudly. Madam Pomfre looked taken aback, and slightly frightened, as if for a moment forgetting she was a teacher and his superior.

"10 points from Slytherin Mr. Malfoy mind your manners!"

Malfoy took a deep breath and fetched his stool, sitting back down and muttering an apology.

"Ends in what?" Harry's brain was reeling and he wanted answers.

"It ends with that wretched thing killing you." Malfoy said. "Don't you know anything about magic."

"But I don't understand I haven't even..." Harry was beyond confused, he looked between Madam Pomfre and Malfoy, as if hoping they weren't being serious. But the look on Madam Pomfre's face was grave and sad and the look on Malfoy's was somewhere between ashamed and downright miserable.

"Malfoy, take Potter to Professor Dumbledore, I'm afraid this issue is beyond my care, the password is Bowtrickle."

Draco nodded sadly and offered Harry a hand up. Harry ignored how strange it was the Draco Malfoy was helping him and accepted the help. He leaned heavily upon Draco as they exited the hospital wing and made their way towards the headmaster's office, his body had gone to long without proper nourishment, and now he had learned he was eating for two.

"I don't understand how I'm pregnant if I've never had sex." Harry mumbled as they walked, partly because the silence was killing him and partly because he thought Draco might know something he didn't. He saw Draco wince.

"I don't know how that's possible either Potter, unless you're lying." Draco said icily.

Harry felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment, he shoved Malfoy away, glaring at the blonde with extreme malice. "F*** off Malfoy, you don't know anything." Malfoy's eyebrow twitched, and then he did something that he was so uncharacteristic of a Malfoy that Harry's jaw all but dropped... he apologized.

"I'm sorry. I don't think you're lying. I shouldn't have said that." Harry nodded, awestruck, thinking to himself that stuff like that didn't happen every day.

3rdPOVdraco

When Draco and Harry got to Dumbledore's office, Draco said the stupid password with more conviction than he felt was in him. The stone gargoyle sprung aside revealing the narrow spiraling staircase.

"This is so embarrassing." Harry whispered partly to himself as they began ascending the stairs.

"Calm down Potter you haven't done anything wrong." Malfoy assured him. "You're just sick." Meanwhile, the guilty Slytherin was not especially thrilled to be questioned by the all-knowing Albus Dumbledore, especially since he was the reason Harry was in this mess.

"I suppose." Harry said taking a deep shaky breath as they entered the large office.

Draco's mind was reeling, he had the sinking feeling he was about to be found out. They approched the Headmaster, who looked up at them from behind a rather large book, through his half moon specticles, eyes twinkinling mysteriously.

"Ah Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy to what do I owe the pleasure..." The older wizard asked evenly. Draco let out a small "tch" noise at the headmaster's theatrics but said nothing else, letting Harry explain.

"Sir... I don't know how this happened, or that is to say, I can't recall er well-" Draco face palmed at his awkwardness.

"Having sex?" Draco supplied earning him a death glare.

"Um yeah that... but Madam Pomfrey says I'm well- pregnant and I didn't even know that was possible for er- what I mean to say is I don't know what's happening lately and I need your help." Harry said, sniffing slightly and wiping his misty eyes on his sleeve.

Dumbledore gave him a long searching look and then broke into a small smile. "Of course I'll help you Harry..." His expression was empathetic. "You don't need to be afraid, we'll sort this out."

"Thank you." Harry said biting his lip. Draco wanted to comfort him so he didn't feel the need to cry but he knew he could not, not with Dumbledore watching.

"Forgive me if this is a touch insensitive but Harry, most male pregnancies carried out full term end in death, would you like to keep the child?" Draco wanted to scream that no Harry was not keeping the kid if it would most likely kill him but he knew his place.

"I- I don't know, I've only just found out about it, can I have some time to think about it?" In Draco's opinion there was no question, they had to get rid of the child before it starved Harry to death or killed him while he was trying so desperately to deliver it.

"Of course, take your time. You don't look well though, are you able to eat?"

Harry shook his head, Draco couldn't remember the last time he'd had seen Harry eat something decent.

"Very well, I'll have Severus brew you a potion to supplement the food. In the meanwhile, try to get plenty of rest and avoid stress."

Draco laughed humorlessly, "Avoid stress, right he's only got a psychotic murder after him, newts and an accidental pregnancy!"

Dumbledore just laughed and sent them off to classes shortly after.