Title: Accidents

Pairing: TopHarry/ BottomDraco

Rating: NC17/Mature

Warnings: Violence/ Sex/ NonCon/ Mpreg/ HC? Dirty Words

Disclaimer: I wish! I do own this plot and any original characters, etc.

Beta-ed by: LadyDiablo

Chapter 2

Draco slinked through the shadows, hoping he'd not be caught by any curious, nosey passersby. He stopped at his desired destination and drew in a shaky breath; not sure if he could go through with telling Harry the truth of this meeting. From the spot beside the locker rooms, Draco could see the pitch and figures clad in red and gold zooming through the air. His sharp eyes zeroed in on Harry and he watched, transfixed.

He watched as Harry performed tricks that would have killed other, more inexperienced flyers. Draco felt a surge of jealousy and pride at the same time. Draco had always been jealous of the boy wonder. Every thing came so easily for the boy; he rarely put forth any effort whatsoever. In school, Harry was unsurpassable; his name allowing him the freedom to break the rules and his raw talent that did the rest. After every accomplishment, Draco's hatred for him grew. His list of extraordinary adventures grows and grows; so much that the mythical heroes of Greece were small fry compared to Harry. Of course, not everyone is completely perfect. Draco prided himself in being the best student at Potions in the history of Hogwarts since Severus Snape. Even though Harry bested him at everything, he could still hold his own in the lab. But still, Harry's lack of competition in Potions irritated Draco as well. What's the point in being better than someone when they don't care about it?

Harry was flying at neck breaking speeds. It was as if his broom was an extension of himself. He was as graceful as a ballet dancer despite being the most haphazard player there had ever been. Draco had practiced flying since he could walk and has put in many, many hours into it. His blood boiled the first time he saw Harry fly.

But seeing Harry fly now, Draco felt pride. The mate Mother Nature had provided him was powerful and strong in both magical ability and personality.

Draco snapped away from his thoughts as he saw the players huddle for a moment and disperse. He headed inside the Slytherin locker rooms beside the Griffindor ones as quickly as possible as to avoid being seen by Harry's team mates.

He could hear the shuffle of feet and murmurs though the thin walls as he paced and picked at an invisible spot on his arm. He heard Harry's voice and listened closely.

"You were wonderful out there today, Harry. We should celebrate! How about you and I get together tonight?"

Draco recognized the voice as female, but didn't know who it belonged to. Either way, he caught the innuendo and felt like breaking her arms.

"That sounds like fun and all but I have business to take care of tonight. What do you say we have a go tomorrow? And I'm thinking…lets make it a little more fun and add another. What's the good in celebrating with just the two of us?"

"Uh…sure…whatever you want, I want, too. Who did you have in mind?" She sounded a bit anxious as if she wasn't keen on the idea.

"That hot fifth year with the dirty blonde hair. I think he's in Ravenclaw. What was his name? …Ah! Hunter Struppe. He was sooo energetic last time…I'll let him know that we're going to play tomorrow. By the way, I must attend to my business. If you'll kindly leave so I may get dressed."

Draco felt as if he was about to vomit. His mate wasn't just sleeping around; he was speed fucking; taking boys and girls in pairs. At that rate, there'd be not a single virgin left in Hogwarts. Draco paced faster as his breathing quickened; Harry would be here any moment.

"How do I tell him?" Draco was talking to himself; a habit of his when nervous. He never noticed the presence behind him until a pair of tanned arms encircled his waist and a pair of lips teased his neck.

"How do you tell me what?" Harry whispered and gently bit Draco's ear, his breath ghosting down his neck, making him shiver. Harry's hand crept beneath Draco's shirt and began rubbing as his nipples.

Draco's eyes were heavy lidded and a whispered "oh" escaped his petite mouth.

"Is this why you summoned me here today, Baby? I didn't know you'd be up to playing with me thrice in one day." Harry's hand retreated from under the blonde's shirt only to pry it open. Draco heard as the thread popped and the buttons scattered on the floor. He came out of the haze he was in, spun around to face Harry, and pushed hard, trying to release himself from Harry's grasp and put some distance between them.

"Stop! I don't want that!" His breathing was heavy and he wrapped his button-less shirt tightly around himself.

"Malfoy!? What the fuck?! If you didn't bring me here to fuck, then what's the purpose of being here with you?"

Whatever confidence Draco had floating around inside him disappeared and he looked to the floor.

"I…I…uh…well you see…the thing is…" Draco kept stammering and Harry was growing impatient.

"Spit it out, Draco, or I'm leaving." He had turned to leave and began walking away until Draco ran to him, grabbing his arm. "Well? What is it?"

"I'm pregnant." Draco had said it so quietly that Harry had heard nothing.

"What? Speak up."

"I said I'm pregnant." Draco was sweating bullets.

Harry stood emotionless, "So? That's your problem since you couldn't keep your legs closed…Is this your way of saying I can't fuck around with you anymore?"

"That's not it! Don't you understand? You're the father!"

Harry started laughing, "You know, Malfoy…that's the oldest, dirtiest trick in the book. I didn't think that such a prideful person such as you would ever stoop so low. I'll tell you this once and only once…that baby, if it really exists, isn't mine."

Draco's head snapped up and his eyes met Harry's. He had never seen this look on Harry. His eyes had iced over completely and pure hatred radiated from them. Draco felt something wet sliding down his cheeks and he backed away in fear. Raising a hand to his face, Draco realized that he was crying.

"Saint Potter underneath is really a cold hearted bastard. How cliché…the hero is just as flawed as the rest of us." Draco stood, too afraid to move from the spot he was rooted in.

"Well, no one is perfect. By the way, good luck with that baby thing."

Draco felt a sudden surge of anger and lifted his hand to Harry. He slapped the black-haired boy as hard as he could; it left his palm red and stinging. "You son of a bitch! How dare you! How dare you think I'd say something like this if it weren't true?!" Draco's chest was heaving and his hands formed into fists at his sides.

"Okay! What makes you so sure it's mine? I'm sure it could be any number of guys. Face it! You don't know who the father is and now you're trying to pin it on me! Maybe you should harass someone else instead of wasting my time."

"This baby is yours. You the only one I've slept with!" Draco didn't want to admit that he had given his virginity to Harry, but with Harry practically calling him a whore, he had no choice.

"You were a virgin? That's funny because you really knew what you were doing then. You were such the wanton slut, Malfoy, that you had been the best I had fucked so far." Harry made a face as if he was thinking, "The way you sucked my dick and the way you rode me all night…there's no doubt. You cried out every time I pushed inside of you… 'Faster' you'd say and 'harder' and 'deeper' too…There's no doubt in my mind that you've had many, many lovers. You were too good to claim you were a virgin. I'm not that gullible.

"You have to believe me…Only my mate can get me pregnant. I'm a mix between a water sprite and a wizard. If I had a choice, you would have never been my mate! I hate you! But I don't have a choice! I have to tell you!

"Malfoy, you can keep talking until your pretty little face turns blue. I'm not going to be there or take responsibility for your mistake. It isn't mine and that's the end of it!"

Draco felt his heart crumbling. Since it was obvious that Harry was denying the baby, he had to ask if he also denied Draco as his mate. "Does this mean you don't want to be my mate?"

"Obviously! What gave you that idea! I don't do those commitment things…but if you wanna fuck again, then I'm definitely…up…for it." Harry smirked at his pun.

"Get out…Harry, just get the fuck out! I don't want you anywhere near me!" Draco shoved him hard.

"All right then. See you around Malfoy. And Malfoy…I'm not a total bastard, you know. I'll keep your secret…for now." Harry left Draco standing in the middle of the room, still wrapped tightly in his ripped shirt.

Draco sat on the closest bench, feeling as if his legs were about to give out under him and broke down completely. He had been rejected flat out. It was a common myth that mates of a magical creature race felt a magical pull, an attraction. It was always a one-sided love that the creature had and it was the creatures' job to win over its mate. To be rejected wasn't unheard of, but was something looked down upon. It meant that the creature was a complete and utter failure. They were considered flawed and of poor quality. Rejection was the most feared in the creature world. It meant the worst ending; death. Death was inevitable but it was a slow and drawn out process. The pain and suffering were so strong that most committed suicide before waiting and those who waited until death wished they could have died earlier.

After being rejected, the process began immediately and Draco could feel them coming. His weeping, which had produced salty crystalline tears now were tears of blood. He could see the tears creating round spots of red on his white shirt. He tried to stop, but it was no use. His heart was completely shattered.

"I'm so…worthless…I can't believe it…he didn't want me…" Draco grunted as a sharp pain started at his heart and rippled through out his body. It reminded him of a drop of rain falling into a pond. The water ripples until it gets to shore and then bounces back. His hands flew to his chest, clutching and clawing because his throat felt as if it were closing up. The pain in his chest he was trying to rip out. His staccato breathing and the pain combined caused his body to form a layer of thick sweat.

"Oh, God…I can't…breathe…no…" Draco was coughing and still scratching at his chest. "Do…Dobby…" Draco whispered, calling out his only hope.

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Dobby appeared with a 'pop' and a puff of smoke, "Master Draco, sir…" His large eyes rested on his old master. Draco was lying on the ground on his back, just looking at Dobby. His eyes were glossy and wide, pleading silently for help. Beads of sweat rolled from his body and the little elf couldn't tell if the boy was even breathing. His face was bloodied and his chest was scratched to pieces by equally bloody hands that now lay by his sides.

Dobby immediately apparated them to Draco's room, knowing that a magical creature such as Draco wouldn't be welcomed in the infirmary. He put Draco on the bed and got to work. All he could do was fix the self-inflicted gashes on the blonde's chest, dull the pain, and clean the boy. It didn't take long to finish and the only thing that wasn't fixable were Draco's tears.

The tea cloth clad elf sat by Draco's bed, watching him rest.

"Thank you, Dobby. You really helped me. I owe you one, you know." He breathed in deeply.

"Oh, Master Draco, Sir… we always look after our kind."

Draco sighed, "What am I going to do? I'm not allowed here anymore. It says so in Hogwarts: A History. Everything is going against me; I'm underage, unmated, and pregnant."

"Dobby will help. We all will, Young Master, Sir."

"Thanks…You were my favorite." Draco's breathing quickened again and he grunted while scrunching his face. His whole body was racked with pain. He didn't want to endure this. "I really don't think I can live like this every day…And I still haven't experienced everything that will come."

"Every person reacts differently to rejection, even though there are ailments we all share. Your tears, Master, is an example…You cry blood because your soul is bleeding. Your tears manifest into blood because eyes are windows to the soul."

"I see…Dobby…what will happen in this year that I have left?" Draco's reading had yielded very little information on rejection.

"Let Dobby see…everyone gets blood tears and blindness. Mental anguish and physical pain will be hardest. From that point, anything is possible. Everything will manifest according to you. Usually, babies are aborted. There have been some to go deaf because they only wanted to hear the voice of their chosen one so they would have rather go deaf than hear others. It's all in your brain. Your magic follows what's in your head. I know one that slept her year away until her death. Anything is possible, Sir."

Draco sighed again, the pain ebbing away a little, and pondered Dobby's words. Even though Draco knew that Death would knock on his door in a year, he was grateful that it was a certainty. The only think he feared now was the uncertainty of what else will happen. What kind of pain would he suffer? How much more would he splinter and shatter?

Draco closed his eyes as he heard Dobby speaking, "When you hurt, Sir, come here and Dobby will have potions for you."

"Thanks," Draco whispered to his loyal elf.

"Get sleep Master and Dobby will start potion making right away." Dobby snapped his fingers and was gone the same way he had arrived.

Draco rolled onto his side and pulled his knees to his chest. His body sill radiated with pain and his head felt like it was about to split open, but soon enough, Draco's eyes slid shut and he was thrust into sleep.

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AN: Thanks so much! I can't believe I got this many reviews for my first chapter! It's a record! You should give yourself a pat on the back! Poor Draco! I can see him struggling for breath and it makes me sooo sad! Until next time…Ja ne!

And a super special thanks to LadyDiablo! When I write these chapters in the wee hours of the morning or in times of extreme hunger…my grammar is somewhat…off. Thanks!

i Beta note: Everyone has to review so that I can get the next chapter, because I'm looking forward to it as well!! Encourage her and let's get the third chapter up soon! /i