Hello and welcome to my first real attempt at something smutty! I hope it lives up to everyone's standards, and that everyone enjoys this fic! I'm basing this fic off of Martina McBride's song of the same name, so I'm hoping that I can write a story that does the song justice. I'm not sure how long this will be yet, as it randomly popped into my head a couple of days ago and wouldn't leave me alone!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any related characters. The song for which this story is named is written and performed by Martina McBride.

Enjoy!

What do I Have to Do?

Prologue

Harry Potter woke, the morning after graduation, in an unfamiliar bed. He groaned and sat up, fumbling for his glasses before looking around. Belatedly, Harry realized that he was in the Room of Requirement, although he wasn't exactly sure how he had come to be there. Stretching, he winced as he felt a twinge in his lower back, that couldn't be a good thing. Then he became aware of the body beside him in the bed. Harry froze as the boy beside him yawned and sat up. God, please don't let that be who I think it is!" he begged silently.

But it was. Draco Malfoy's grey eyes looked into his green ones. "Hey." The Slytherin said softly. "Hey." Harry replied slowly, as the night before suddenly flashed before his eyes with startling clarity.

Blond hair falling into grey eyes, clothes rustling as they fell to the floor, Draco's naked body covering his, his own voice crying out as Draco moved within him, their sweat-soaked bodies moving in perfect harmony as they reached their climax together.

There had been a 'Welcome Back' party for the seventh year students, and Seamus had somehow supplied the group of seventeen year olds with copious amounts of Firewhiskey and Butterbeer. Harry hadn't drunk much, but he wasn't so sure about Draco. It broke his heart to think that the one boy he loved more than anyone had used him for a one night stand.

Looking abruptly away from Draco, Harry scrambled out of the bed in search of his clothing. He was dressed from the waist down when Draco grabbed his arm. "Don't go." The blond pleaded.

Harry stared down at him. "How much do you remember Malfoy?" he asked finally.

"Not much." Draco admitted, and it hurt more than Harry cared to admit.

"Well I remember everything." He said, grabbing his shirt.

"I remember how good you felt against me," Draco told him suddenly. Harry stopped to stare at him. "And I remember how amazing it was to be inside you, to feel you moving beneath me and writhing in pleasure." He continues as Harry shivered at the memory. "And I also remember how many drinks I needed just so I could find the courage to approach you. Believe me, it was a lot." He finished.

"What's your point Malfoy?" Harry said impatiently, trying to act as though Draco's words had had no effect on him, when, in fact, they had.

"My point, Harry, is that I wanted this, wanted you, long before last night. Draco told him. "I love you, Harry."

In the blink of an eye, Harry had dropped his shirt and thrown himself into Draco's embrace. The still naked Slytherin wasted no time in removing Harry's clothes, and both cried out in ecstasy as Draco slowly entered Harry again, both of them sharing in this one moment of sheer abandon.

* * * *

"Harry?" Draco asked later, as they lay tired and content in each other's arms.

"Mmmhmm?" Harry mumbled happily.

"We can't tell anyone about this yet. I don't want news about us travelling back to my father before I've had a chance to tell him myself."

Harry sighed. He might've known this would happen. "You're not ashamed of me, are you Draco?" he asked mournfully.

"What? No, of course not Harry! I love you!" Draco exclaimed. "My only intent is to ensure that no one feeds my father some half truth or a downright lie. I'd simply rather that he heard it from me rather than, say, Pansy Parkinson."

Harry sighed again. "All right Draco, but don't wait forever." He said at last. "Tell him soon, okay?"

Draco nodded. "I will. I promise."

That was eight months ago, and Harry was still waiting for Draco to keep his promise.

"Harry please!" Draco begged. "Don't go, please! Harry please don't leave me... I love you!"

"I have to go Draco. I can't do this anymore! I won't be your dirty little secret any longer. I just can't handle it." Harry said firmly, even though it was killing him to say it. They were in their special room in the Room of Requirement.

"But I love you!" Draco cried.

"I know, and I love you too, but I'm tired of waiting Dray; tired of waiting for you to find the courage to tell your father about us. I'm sick of always having to lie to my friends about where I am and who I'm with just so I can spend a few minutes alone with you, hiding in some alcove or a dusty classroom. I don't want that." Harry told him.

"I'll tell him!" Draco whispered. "I'll tell him, tomorrow at graduation, and then we can be together!"

Harry looked into Draco's tear filled grey eyes, and saw fear there. But it wasn't the fear of losing Harry; it was the fear of telling his father what he was, the fear that would prevent Draco from telling his father the truth yet again. "No, you won't."

Draco wanted so desperately to tell him that he was wrong, but he knew in his heart that Harry was right; that he was to afraid to face his father. He let out a pained sob and asked "So what do we do now?"

Harry tried to smile, but couldn't through his tears. "We go to graduation, smile and act like nothing's changed, just like we always do. Then, the next day, we get off the train, and go our separate ways, as though this relationship had never happened." He told Draco quietly.

"I'm not sure I can do that." Draco sniffed.

Harry smiled crookedly. "Neither am I." he whispered.

Draco leant down and claimed Harry's lips in a possessive kiss. "If that's the way you want it Harry, will you let me make love to you one last time?" he asked.

Harry looked up into his eyes. "It will only make this harder Draco." he warned.

"I don't care." Draco said fiercely.

"Very well then." Harry whispered. "One last time."

Draco kissed Harry again, before pulling the smaller boy's shirt over his head and throwing it to the floor as Harry copied his movement. Draco kissed and licked his way down Harry's neck as he undid the button on the Gryffindor's uniform pants.

Harry's breath came out in pants as Draco lowered him onto the bed, continuing to trace a path down the brunette's body, carefully skirting around the tent in his boxers.

"Draco… please…" Harry whimpered, bucking his hips towards the blond impatiently.

Draco smiled, trying to cease the incessant thought running through his mind, one last time, one last time. "Patience, my love." he murmured. "We have tonight, at least."

Finally, Draco removed both Harry's boxers, and then his own. Harry cried out wildly when Draco's mouth engulfed his erection, sucking lightly on the tip before swallowing it entirely. Simultaneously, Draco used his wand to cast a lubrication spell on his hand, gently slipping two fingers into Harry's entrance. Harry arched up off the bed as his lover's fingers brushed over his prostate. "Draco!" he breathed. "Hurry, or I'll come!"

Draco pulled his mouth away from Harry's erection and moved up to kiss his lips again, their tongues entwining with practiced ease and, not for the first time, Draco marvelled at how well they fit together. He added a third finger to Harry's entrance.

"Dracooooo…" Harry whined.

Draco chuckled despite himself. "Very well Harry my love." he whispered, withdrawing his fingers and casting another lubrication spell, this time on his own erection. Slowly and carefully, Draco pushed past the tight ring of muscle at Harry's entrance, before sliding into his smaller lover completely. "Harry, I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too." Harry whispered back.

"But you still won't stay, will you?" Draco asked.

"No." Harry replied.

Slowly, and with tears streaming down his face, Draco began to move within Harry, who was also crying. They stayed like that for sometime, Draco thrusting into Harry at a sedate pace. As the pleasure began to build within them both, Harry cried out, "Draco, harder, faster… please!"

Draco complied as he felt his orgasm begin to build, picking up his pace until he was slamming into Harry's prostate on every thrust. Harry screamed as his pleasure built. "Draco, I'm close!"

Draco grunted in reply, and reached a hand down to grasp Harry's erection. He could feel his own end coming closer as he tugged roughly on Harry's cock. "Come, Harry." He whispered in his love's ear. "Come for me!"

Harry wailed as the pleasure overtook him, and he came into Draco's hand. Seconds later, Draco moaned and dropped his head to Harry's neck as he came deeply inside his lover.

They stayed like that for what felt like hours before Draco pulled carefully out of Harry and whispered a cleaning charm. Looking up at Draco, Harry saw dried tear tracks on the blond's cheeks, just as surely as they were on his. Tenderly he caressed Draco's face, before kissing him.

Draco reached out and twined his fingers around Harry's. "I'll never let you go Harry. I love you too much to lose you now."

Harry sighed, and leant instinctively into Draco's touch. "Then I'll just have to make it easier for you." He murmured. Draco was too tired to wonder what that meant.

* * * *

Two days later, they stepped off the Hogwarts Express and went their separate ways, so convincingly that no one ever knew how their hearts cried out for each other.

The day after that, Harry packed his things and left the Dursley's house, leaving nothing behind and vanishing without a trace. He would not be seen again by the Wizarding public for the next three years.

Narcissa Malfoy was worried about her son. In the three weeks since he had come home from Hogwarts, Draco had done nothing but mope around the manor, and it had only gotten worse once the Daily Prophet had broken the news about Harry Potter's retreat from the Wizarding World. Now, Narcissa Malfoy was a smart woman. She might not know what was bothering her son, but he could hazard a fairly good guess. She knew her son better than anyone, and would bet the entire Malfoy fortune that Draco's melancholy attitude had everything to do with Harry Potter.

So, one evening while Lucius was working in his study, Narcissa went in search of her son. She found him in the gardens, sitting despondently on a bench surrounded by roses. "Draco dear?" she called to him,

He wiped his eyes hurriedly on his sleeve before turning to face her. "Yes, mother?" he called back as she approached him. The closer she got, the easier it was to see that he had been crying.

"What's been bothering you dear? I don't think I've ever seen you so sad." She said concernedly, smoothing her son's hair back from his face as she talked.

"It's nothing mother." He said with false cheerfulness.

They were silent for a moment before Narcissa asked tentatively, "Does it have anything to do with Harry Potter by any chance?"

Draco stiffened at the mention of his former lover's name. "Why would you think that mother?" he asked indifferently.

"Draco darling, you were miserable when you got home from school, but when the Prophet printed that story about Potter, you became downright hopeless." She told him gently. There was a long pause before she asked "Do you want to talk about it?"

It was as if a floodgate had opened. Draco threw himself into his mother's arms, crying into her expensive robes. "I loved him, mother! I loved him and he left me!"

"Oh, my poor darling!" Narcissa crooned gently into his ear as she rocked him back and forth. She couldn't say she was terribly surprised. She had deduced for a while that her son preferred men over women. "Tell me all about it."

"We started to go out in secret just after school went back." Draco explained. "He finally had enough of keeping everyone in the dark, and he left me."

"Secret? Why in secret?" Narcissa enquired.

"I didn't want father finding out." Draco mumbled. "I wanted to tell him myself before someone else did, like Pansy or Blaise. I just couldn't find the courage to tell him, I was too afraid of what he'd say. Of what you would say."

Narcissa sighed. Lucius really did have a lot to answer for. Sometimes his cold, disapproving façade meant that his love and affection for his son got lost. "Darling, I've suspected for sometime that you might prefer men." She told him. He looked up at her. "You're not mad or disappointed?" he asked.

"Darling no! I could never be disappointed in you." She chided him. "Now, stop all this crying, you must look your best if you're to win Harry back!"

"But what about father?" Draco cried.

Narcissa smiled grimly. "You leave your father to me." she said, and Draco winced at the hint of steel in his mother's musical voice. She grinned at him. "Just you focus on how you're going to win Harry over!"

"But I don't even know where he might be!" Draco said dejectedly.

Narcissa thought for a moment. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "I have an idea!"

"What is it mother?" Draco asked.

"When my cousin Sirius was killed a few years back, it was rumoured that he left the Black family's ancestral home to Harry, his godson." She explained.

"Where is this place?" Draco urged her.

"Number 12, Grimmauld place." Narcissa informed him. She shuddered delicately. "Although, if he is there, I feel sorry for him. Aunt Walburga's taste in home décor left much to be desired."

Draco laughed, feeling more hopeful that he had in weeks as he kissed his mother's cheek. "Thank you mother!" he said, and he ran towards the manor.

"You're welcome dear." She replied fondly to the empty space beside her.

Her expression turned determined as she walked off to enlighten her husband. If he couldn't accept their son for who he was, Lucius Malfoy would be sleeping in the guest room for a long time to come!

Okay, so that is the prologue. How did I do? I wasn't originally planning for this story to have a sex scene this early, but it became kind of necessary, since this is going to be an mpreg. I'm not entirely sure yet what will happen in the next chapter, but I think it will start with Draco finding Harry at Grimmauld place, and go from there. The next chapter may jump around a bit time wise, so please bear with me!

Until next time!!