Memory Loss (Harry Potter Drarry slash)

36: [Rape 2] She Is Back

"Harry, I need to speak with you—in private."

Harry furrowed his brow when he saw the stern expression on Draco's face. Timothy and Jonas, who had been walking right behind him, stopped as well. They had come to visit them again, just a social call this time, to see that everything was all right and moving in the direction they desired. The blonde had obviously not expected them there, so his mouth fell open in surprise at the sight of their guests.

"It's okay, we were just about to leave, anyway," Timothy said, bowing his head slightly before opening the portal before himself and his soul mate. They stepped inside before Draco could object.

Once he was alone with Harry, he did not know what to say. How should he break the news to him? He remembered Harry's words all too well: We shouldn't have any more children since I'm already so stacked up in work, it wouldn't be fair to them. Nor would it be fair to the ones we already have, because they would no longer get my full attention.

The raven-haired man regarded him with guarded curiosity. It was amazing how he looked not a day older than twenty. That Infinity Potion sure did work wonders! Piper had administered the potion to every adult witch and wizard willing to take it, and the Ministry was said to be working on some sort of law that would make it compulsory to take the potion at the age of twenty—which, by the way, was the age limit. But Dark witches and wizards were not granted the potion, of course.

The raven-haired man studied him quizzically, patiently waiting for him to go on. But when he did not tell him what was on his mind, he sighed and sat down in a chair. He slapped his hands down on his thighs and looked at the blonde expectantly. "Would it be easier for you to lighten your heart if you sit on my lap?" he wondered lightly.

Draco went over to him and sat down as instructed, with his head resting against Harry's shoulder and neck. He could smell the scents of Harry's natural, unperfumed hair and skin products.

"I ... something's happened," he began uncertainly, not knowing quite how to continue. He felt Harry stiffen beneath him and knew he had to convey that it was not anything bad that had happened. "It should be a good thing, really. I mean, I see it as a good thing, but ... But you said we shouldn't have any more ... With your work and you being sworn to the Order and everything ... And Piper didn't even scheme this time," he found himself finishing off with, and he even confused himself with that odd monologue.

Harry shifted slightly in his seat. "Er, okaaay ... and what exactly does all that mean?"

"That I'm ... I'm ... pregnant."

He waited for the reprimand that was sure to come. Already he saw Harry's furious, reddish face in his mind's eye, and it was screaming that he was a stupid, ignorant git who never listened to a word he said—

"—happy to assist you."

He realised that Harry had been saying something and that he had not been listening very well. Frowning, he said, "I'm sorry, my mind wandered there for a bit. What did you say, baby?"

"I said it doesn't surprise me that Piper should lure the Priberty Potion into you at a time like this, because she has no regard for other people's lives whatsoever, but I don't blame her for it. It's all right. It's already been done, and job or no job, I would love to become a father again, you know that. I love our family, and I love it every time it grows bigger—save for her monster children ...

"But that's another story, really. Anyway, I will do my best to be a part of it this time, and not just during the last three months; I will be there for you this time. And I know that during the times I won't be able to help you, Ron and Jonathan will be happy to assist you."