Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. But any spells you don't recognize I probably made up and are mind.
Warnings!: Slash, mpreg, spoilers
The Little Things
When the world chooses to ignore you
He felt that familiar feeling, the sense of doing wrong and it thrilled him. He was, after all, his father's son. He loved danger and danger loved to find him. Tonight's danger was a middle-aged business man, probably looking for an evening away from the wife.
"What'll it cost?" The man asked, looking to see if anyone he knew saw him in this part of town.
Harry smiled from behind his mask. He didn't have a price. He had goals. No one could tell him what to do. Things are like that when the world chooses to ignore you.
"Whatever you want."
Draco walked hurriedly down the busy street of London. He was late for his one' clock meeting and he couldn't reschedule again. He looked at his watch…2:00, an hour late. That stupid woman at the restaurant should have gotten to his table faster.
Some one bumped into him, making him spill his coffee all over his new suit.
"Sorry." The man said tiredly.
Draco turned to yell at the guy. The suit cost way too much for a simple 'sorry'. No amount of magic could possibly get this stain out. This guy was paying for a whole new suit. But as he looked at the man, these bitter thoughts flew from his mind.
"Harry? Harry Potter?" He asked in disbelief.
"Um, yeah, sorry about the, um, suit. Hang on….Draco Malfoy?" Harry's eyes looked into those of his former enemy. Draco noticed how tired he seemed, how thin Harry's body had become. He seemed to have changed so much in five years that it seemed he was a completely different person.
"How have you been?" Draco asked, trying to be kind. But Harry wasn't listening and walked away, swaying from side to side. He then stumbled and grabbed hold of a pole to a traffic light for support.
Draco saw a few people staring at them and contemplated on whether to go to his meeting or help him. Deciding he shouldn't leave Harry here by himself, he grabbed hold of one of the weak elbows, "Come on, I'll take you to my house." He muttered into Harry's ear, leading him in the direction of his home.
Draco's house was a thousand times better than Harry's apartment. It was well decorated and pictures lined the walls, Draco being in most. Harry noticed that only one or two were of Lucius or Narcissa, Draco's parents. Instead, young, smiling faces waved at him from their frames. Who were these people? Probably some friends of Draco's. But none even acknowledged the past that Harry knew, no Crabbe or Goyle or any other Slytherin were to be seen. It was as if none of the past existed.
Harry's apartment was, to say the least, dreadful. It was small, unfurnished, moldy, and he shared it with three other guys. Three guys that he barely knew and often times couldn't remember he even lived there. Now, in this beautiful, clean house, he felt like a stranger in a new land. His clothes were baggy and dirty and this house seemed completely spotless. He didn't want to wreck it with his filthiness.
"Just let me get changed and I'll get you something to eat." Draco said running up the staircase nearby. Harry nodded numbly and waited in the hall. He thought about the dramatic twist his life had taken in such a short time. Yesterday he was selling his body for cash, now he was being taken care of by his formor enemy.
Draco reappeared in a clean blue t-shirt and jeans. He went into the kitchen and started to cook something. Harry wandered in a moment after, his gaze finally leaving the pictures. Harry wondered where Draco Malfoy had ever learned to cook.
"So, what's your job?" Harry asked as Draco ladled some of the contents of his cooking into a bowl. His voice was weak and cracked a little, but the silence was making him uncomfortable.
Draco smiled, "I'm a lawyer. I deal with the cases muggles have against wizards and wizards have against muggles." He answered. He gave Harry the bowl and motioned for him to sit at the table. Harry ate nervously, feeling uneasy about Draco staring at him so attentively. People nowadays didn't give him a second glance rather than all this attention.
"A lawyer? Why not just wipe the memories of the muggles like we used to?"
"Well, since Hermione Granger did the 'Muggle Rights Act' there's been a law about it. Extreme fines will be given to anyone who wipes the memory of a muggle or uses magic to persuade them to do something."
"Hermione?" Harry remembered her. She was his friend at one time, wasn't she? Yes, he remember her wedding…she looked so beautiful in that simple white dress. He didn't love her, of course, but he couldn't deny she was attractive. Still in his thoughts about his old friend, he felt his stomach churn and felt suddenly sick.
"Harry, are you alright? You seem ill? Harry?" Draco went over to Harry and knelt by him. Harry attempted to say something but ended up vomiting all over Draco's shirt.
That was second time that day he had wrecked one of Draco's outfits. He felt bitter tears of embarrassment sting his eyes.
Draco took a deep breath, "Don't worry about it, not a problem that can't be fixed." He smiled, pretending not to care that he had Harry's vomit all over his shirt, "But I'm concerned about your health, I think I should take to the hospital. Not that I think anything is seriously wrong, but, you know, maybe you have the flu?"
Harry decided that it was better not to argue, fearing that if he opened his mouth he might become sick again.
About an hour later, they were sitting in the waiting room. People all around them coughed violating or were blowing their noses into already filthy handkerchiefs. If he isn't sick already, he is now, Draco thought as he turned away from a man who was sneezing violently.
"Dr. Lesley, you're needed on the Permanent Spell Damage Floor." A woman's voice announced over an intercom.
"The healer will see you now, Mr. Potter" A nurse said. Draco noticed that her eyes lingered on Harry a little longer than proper. It was a look of disappointment, probably over the outcome of their world's favorite hero.
The room was white with a mess of cabinets through the room and had a table for Harry to sit on. The Healer himself was a pleasant man, with a wide smile and sparkling eyes. He introduced himself as Dr. Webb, a skilled healer and an old friend of the old nurse at Hogwarts, where he assumed they had gone.
At first, Harry had a normal check up, a looking in his ears and eyes, the usual stuff. After that, the healer pulled out his wand and muttered the spell, "Tranlansio." A white mist started spilling from the tip of the wand. He moved the wand slowly over Harry's body. As the mist poured over Harry's abdomen, it suddenly changed from the gentle white flow to violent purple sparks. Stopping the spell, the healer put his wand away and collected himself from the surprise at the sudden change in colors.
"Mr. Potter," The healer smiled gently, "I would like to do a few tests, I'll need a blood sample." He pressed a needle into Harry's arm, a look of discomfort spreading across Harry's face instantly. Then the healer removed the needle and cleaned the area of skin where the blood had been drawn.
The healer walked to the cabinets and took out a vial of clear liquid, popping off the cork and releasing a stream of gray smoke. Putting a few drops of Harry's blood into the vial, he chanted a spell quietly. After a minute, the liquid turned a light blue.
Sighing, the Healer placed the vial on the counter, "Mr. Potter, the test was positive." He said.
"Positive for what?" Harry asked.
"You're carrying a child." Dr. Webb answered, "I'd say you have been for about a month now, judging by the color."
"Excuse me, but that's impossible. You've got to be joking." Harry said. But the healer showed no signs of laughter. He looked more serious then ever.
"No…" Harry said breathily. His head dropped into his hands and he became silent, trying to understand the news that he had been given.
Draco took a deep breath, "When is the child due?" He asked, trying to sound calm and collected. He put a hand on Harry's shoulder and rubbed slightly, trying to be reassuring.
"I'd say by the end of December. Congratulations, by the way." He said to Draco, smiling widely again.
"Excuse me?" Draco asked, confused.
The healer's smiled faded a little, "You are the father, right?" He asked, obviously thinking that Draco's reassuring and presence meant that he was the father.
Draco shook his head, "No, um, Mr. Potter just a friend." He answered. Did he look like he could be the father? Did he look the type to settle down and love someone for the rest of his days? He had been trying so long to gain respect in the world to replace his actions for so long, he didn't really have time to think of a family right now.
"Oh, very sorry, my mistake, my mistake!" The doctor apologized loudly, "Now, back to business-"
"Excuse me, sir, but I think he still needs to let the news sink in before we go further." Draco interrupted, knowing full well that Harry probably wasn't listening, "I think we should schedule another appointment for tomorrow to hear more...he is alright?"
The healer nodded, "A little weak and could probably do with a little bulking up and a nap, but otherwise he's fine." He turned around to grab a chart, "Now, tomorrow at 10 sound alright?"
"Yes, thank you" Draco answered. He helped Harry up and led him out of the office. As they walked through the halls back to the waiting room, tears started falling from emerald eyes. Harry wiped them away, but not in time to hide them from Draco.
"You know, you're going to be alright. I'm sure this happens all the time. You can stay at my house, if you'd like, or go back to your lover if-" Draco stopped as Harry let out a loud sob.
"No, I-I-I'll be okay!" He claimed, tears still pouring. Draco highly doubted this, taking into account Harry's clothes and physical appearance. If he lived like this now, how could he support a child?
"Stay with me, it's the least I can do. Just until you get back on your feet, then. You saved us allHarry; you can't just let the world ignore you."
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