Disclaimer: Not mine.

N/A: Hi. It's my first ff here and I don't really know what to write now except that I don't have a beta so all mistakes are mine.

It's a slash as in boy on boy hot sex although nothing graphic. Mentions of mpreg. No flames please cause you've been warned:)

It Was Raining

It was bright. Oh Merlin, how bright it was. Draco Malfoy rubbed his eyes, blinded by the lights. His neck hurt, it must have been that horrible chair he was sleeping in. The man looked at the watch; it was 5 in the morning. 73 hours, he thought and then focused on the figure lying calmly in the crisp of the hospital bedding.

Unconscious Harry Potter looked so small in this big white room. And pale. His face wasn't much darker than a pillow his head was resting on. The man's chest was moving up and down in a constant motion, the only one that was still indicating that Harry was alive.

Draco shook his head. Don't think like that, he will wake up. Eventually. He reprimanded himself. But it was true. Potter was in a magical coma since The Dark Lord fell on the ground dead. Draco was there, he saw him falling. He saw both of them falling, and for one moment, oh God, the worst moment in his life, the blond haired man thought that it was the end. That everything he believed in and fought for turned into dust.

Covered in blood and mud Malfoy run up to Harry and cried. He never cried in his entire life. Not even when his father killed Draco's mother and even when Draco himself killed Lucius. But that was Potter, his Potter. Oh Merlin, it wasn't Potter anymore. It was Harry. Just Harry. And then the man cried even more, rocking the limp body in his arms.

He didn't remember much from then on. He vaguely heard Severus shouting to him and then to the boy he was holding in his arms. But Snape took the body away from him and someone else helped Draco to stand up.

"Don't you even dare to die on me Potter!" he heard and then, "Everything is gonna be ok Draco… He's gonna be ok" whispered into his ear by a trembling voice of Hermione Granger.

And then there were hours. He was hysterical until they fed him with some potion that knocked him out for about a day. From the on, he didn't say a word and he almost didn't move. Only when Severus threatened to take him away from Saint Mungo's and lock him up at the Spinners End, he finally ate something. Hermione brought him a new set of clothes, since his old ones was torn and bloody, but to be honest he didn't care. All he did care about was Harry.

Even if Draco didn't speak a word he was listening and there were people who were still talking to him. The healers said that Potter is stable but they don't know why he is in the coma. And they don't know if he is going to wake up.

But the healers also told Draco something else. Absentmindly, the man rested hand on his stomach. When the blond was unconscious, they did the check up to discover that he was pregnant.

"Harry…" the man whispered "I never needed anyone. But somehow I need you…I don't know how it happened but it some kind of did so you can't just throw it away." Draco's voice cracked; he looked away from his lover's face.

"Remember the first time I told you I loved you? It was raining. I never planned on falling in love with you. But now I know I can't even live without you. And Harry…" Draco was gently massaging his belly "Harry we're gonna have a baby. As in little and pink and oh Merlin…Harry I can't make it by myself. I just can't. You have to come back to me. I just…God…"

"Draco you're babbling" said a very hoarse and quiet voice. Harry's voice. Malfoy looked up just to meet the gaze of the Boy Who Lived Twice. And this, this was the happiest moment in Draco's life.

Outside, it was raining.