(You guys can obviously tell i love this pairing. There are just so many possibilities for it! But I will be writing other stories especially ones in places that don't have very many pairings. This is just some weird idea I had. WARNING: contains boy/boy, incest, and angst. Juicy huh?)

N.B- this story doesn't follow the Harry Potter story line. HA! No Voldermort, cause I cant bother with him and he really wouldn't help with the story.)

Love had been a confusing idea at the time. Normally two 14 year olds didn't fall for each other as quickly as they did. Even more rare was two boys falling in love. Two boys that were complete opposites. Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter to be more exact. It hadn't been something that had been planned, not that anything like that could ever have been planned.

But now they were in love, madly, and it seemed like nothing could stop them. Falling usually did that for you. Draco had found it to be rather…exciting but he really hadn't thought that he would ever land in a hospital, waiting for his boyfriend to have…a baby.

He paced the corridor. He knew they shouldn't have done it, the under aged thing being in issue and all, and the gay and still in school thing being another. But which boy wouldn't do it? He kicked the chair he'd been sitting on, running his fingers through his hair. He sat down again. He'd been sitting and standing for the past hour. How were they getting that thing out anyways? He had long forgotten the details of this pregnancy, something about a potion gone wrong? Was it really there fault that they had been experimenting? He hadn't been listening.

He rubbed his eyes. He'd been in love with Harry for four years straight, ever since they met really, but he'd never…

'I need to sit down…' he thought before he realized that he already was. His head hurt. Another scream came from the room he was too frightened to enter. He was supposed to be there, for emotional support and stuff but it wasn't like there was going to be any contractions right? He didn't have to worry.

'If only the boy had gone and had the baby using normal wizarding techniques it would've been easier.'

But he had to go and have it normally. Another scream and Draco's head shot up. This was normal and he needed to calm down. Wait, how in the hell was he supposed to calm down when he had his 14 year old boyfriend were going to have a baby because of a freaking potion gone wrong? He banged his head off the wall in agony. 'I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him.' He chanted, as he had been during the entire time Harry had gone on an emotional rollercoaster, screaming at him when he didn't bring the ice cream, crying because he felt Draco didn't love him anymore because he was getting fat.

He had to remind himself that as his parents disowned him, that he loved Harry, more than anything and would do anything for him which was why he was currently sitting in a hospital room, waiting for Harry to have a baby boy.

Another scream, followed by another, and another. He swallowed. Almost felt like laughing really, he bet the muggles had never seen anything like this before, except for those weird people with a vagina inside them or something. 'Stupid muggles.'

He had spent many nights sitting with a sleeping boy in his arms wondering what it would be like to have a child. Nothing had ever come to him. It didn't really matter what anyone would've thought but he honestly felt that Harry got even more beautiful as he got more pregnant. That was what love did to you he guessed and hopefully the baby looked just like Harry cause then it would be absolutely stunning.

More screaming, who knew having a baby could be so painful? It was going to be great, no matter what; he was going to be with Harry so it was going to be great. Dumbledore had told them that they could easily put it up for adoption or abort it using wizarding methods even, but Harry had been against it.

A charm had been placed on him to look the same as the baby grew inside him, and then after the baby had been born another would be placed on the doctors that had birthed it. Nothing could go wrong. Nothing could go…nothing…

Another set of screams, though this time it was louder and more strong than the rest. The hospital gave him the creeps. All those women going through contractions with their husbands by their sides holding their hands…

'I need to go support Harry…' he reminded himself.

Standing shakily on his feet he walked through the hall and towards the open door to Harry's room. "Draco…"Harry looked up at him with half-closed eyes. Draco rushed over to Harry, who was covered with a sheet. "GET BACK!" the doctors screamed, shoving Draco in the chest. "He's losing air quickly."

"Air? What do you mean air?" Draco said hurriedly.

"The baby, the baby. It somehow got connected to the boy's artery through the umbilical cord."

"What does that mean?" Draco whispered. "What the fuck does that mean?"

"Its…he can't…" a doctor said.

"Draco." Harry tried again, reaching up to him. Draco looked down and wrapped his arms around Harry. "It's going to be fine. You can…"Draco said frantically.

"no actually he cant. The air loss is…he can't…"

"Just shut up ok!" Draco screeched, clutching to Harry's hand.

"Draco take care of the baby. I saw my baby Draco, its so beautiful." Harry said, gasping for air. "Don't worry about me. I'm so happy for you, for us."

"You're going to be…"

Harry's eyes were closing and the world was beginning to swim. "Harry…"Draco bent and pressed his lips to Harry's talking his last breath. "I…love you."

There was a blur then, Snape and Sirius swooping into the room, stupefying all the doctors there. He was being dragged away from the scene and he couldn't think anymore.

The next few weeks flashed before his eyes. There was a funeral and the whole of Britain was morning about the boy-who-lived, the boy who had killed Lord Voldermort, but as he stood there, listening to them speaking about Harry, he made no connections, had no thoughts. He didn't try, couldn't think hardly moved as they stood out in the rain by Godric's hollow.

"Draco…" Ron tried to speak to him afterwards, back at school, his eyes as red as his hair from crying. "You know…you know its not…"

"Not my fault. Not my fault…"Draco mumbled, clutching hard to himself. "That's

all I've heard. I know…I don't. I need time." He covered his face and then finally, thankfully the tears that showed he still had a heart began streaming down his cheeks. Ron looked relived though awkward. "I thought you'd never start." He sighed. "I can't believe its been two weeks. I still…can't…well then no one can."

Draco moved towards him and hugged Ron. "Harry has been in my dreams every night since that night, every single night. He wants us to be happy, I know that he is happy, because we got to express our love to each other."

"And the inheritance. I still can't understand that he actually wrote a will a legal one. Must've been pessimistic about his future." Ron tried to joke, though his voice was filled with obvious pain that would last for years to come. Draco was silent, just laying there, trying to cry himself out, grasp a part of himself. He'd been lost since his loss and it seemed that piece of him wasn't coming back.

"And the baby." Ron continued, looking across the dull horizon filled with dark clouds. It felt cold, though it was only mid-day. Draco's head shot up. "The baby…" he said, heart clenching. Had he seen it? His own child? They had taken him back to school, he remembered nothing important.

"I've got to go." He told Ron, pulling away from his warmth. Running through the gates and up through the school halls he banged against Dumbledore's office door with his fists, hoping that by chance it would suddenly become un-sound proof and open.

"Mr. Malfoy, do you take it upon yourself to interrupt people behind closed doors?" the ever silky voice of Snape greeted him. Draco turned to him, "I need to talk to Dumbledore." He said.

"Why?"

"I want to know where my baby is." Draco said promptly.

"It seems you have forgotten your age Mr. Malfoy. No fourteen year old boy still enrolled in school is to be the father of anything."

"Its mine. I want my baby and I want to know where it is."

"Did you not hear me? If Dumbledore had thought it appropriate then…"

"I'll rake it from here Serveus." Dumbledore had unlocked the door and was standing in front of them.

Snape looked adamant. "We've talked about this already sir. You know that it's…"

"As stated before, I'll take it from here Serveus." Dumbledore repeated. Snape swallowed before stalking off.

"I want to see my baby. I want to take care of it. Harry told me to and I want to." Draco said, ignoring how rude and childish he sounded.

"That you will Draco." Dumbledore said gravely. And taking Draco's hand he disapperated from their spot in the hall to a hospital unknown to Draco.

"He is currently under a ventilation spell. Both he and his father were connected by the same artery, due to side-effects of the potion that he took. Only one could live."

Draco took halting breaths. "Of course Harry chose to keep the baby alive instead of himself, and even if he had been at a wizard hospital he could not have been saved for it would've been impossible to find out which artery the internal bleeding was coming from."

Draco nodded, hardly being able to handle anything at the moment. Dumbledore lead him past rows of rooms with windows showing lines of babies till they got to the final one. There was no window in that room. "He is very sickly and legally you wont be able to care for him for 3 more years. But he is your child and no one can deny you that right."

Draco swallowed as the door was opened and he walked up to the glass casing of his baby was. Dumbledore unlatched the case and opened it. Draco reached inside with trembling fingers and steadily picked up his baby. Staring down at its perfect porcelain features, closed eyes, adorable cheeks and tiny down of hair, all he could see was perfection. "Don't cry over the baby now." Dumbledore said with twinkling eyes as he noticed Draco's eyes misting. "I'll just leave you two alone." He continued, walking from the room.

Draco took another breath. "H-hi…" he said softly, touching the tiny hand that curled so quickly around his finger. "I'm, I'm your dad. I'm going to take care of you okay? I promise."

The eyes opened and Draco nearly took a step back. Huge green eyes with thick eyelashes gazed unblinkingly at him. 'Just like his daddy.'

"No matter what people aren't going to take you from me. Not ever. I'm going to love you forever."

Draco stood in that room for hours with that baby, who never cried or squirmed once in his arms, only listened avidly to all the hopes and dreams Draco poured out to him. "He was beautiful and smart. Really brave, though he sometimes was a bit too headstrong. I have a feeling you're going to be just like him." Draco said, kissing the baby's cheek. "Yeah, I really think you are…Harry."

(Sorry for the rough start and all. That was a lot of stuff to put into place and I'm pretty sure it comes off as being rather awkward but please stick around. - So this is a rather interestingly twisted story and the beginning is kind of sad. If you're interested you can leave me a comment! Please please, I really like them and the really motivate and encourage me. Thank you!)