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Title: Ordinary Life Shackles Me

"Come on, Draco! How many people could you have possibly slept with in a month?" Pansy Parkinson glared at her friend who was sitting up on the examination table in her office.

Draco was silent.

"Well?" She asked as she continued to glare.

"Well, I am counting," he said. "You mean just men right?"

"Draco!"

"Okay, Pansy, just calm down. It's April, so two months ago was February. You know I was quite lonely that month, it being Valentine's Day and all," he mocked her. "I went to several parties. I saw Astoria one night, she seemed happy—a bit dull since the last time I saw her —"

"Draco, you're going off topic again," Pansy interrupted Draco's monologue about his ex-girlfriend's lifestyle.

"Okay, do Muggles count?" Draco asked raising an eyebrow.

"When did you start shagging Muggles?" Pansy asked in reply.

"I haven't, except once this past year but I was just wondering. Could I have gotten pregnant if I shagged Muggles?"

"Draco, this is serious! We need to figure out who the father might be."

"Why?" Draco asked. He'd gotten up from the table now and had begun to get dressed.

"Well, don't you want him to know?" Pansy asked, her eyes indicating a sense of shock.

"Not if I don't plan on keeping it," Draco replied simply. "That is possible, right?"

"You are going to do what?" Draco heard his mother's voice as she entered Pansy's office. "Draco, do not tell me that you just said that—and meant it!"

"Mother?" Draco turned to glower at Pansy, "You told my mother?"

"Draco, this is an important decision and I just wanted to make sure you were seeing it through. If you decide to terminate the pregnancy, as your Healer, you have my full support but you do need to talk this through with someone—be it a family member or someone on a professional level. But we cannot just go ahead with the process without a full psychological rundown. It's a Wizarding Law."

"Why is this a law?" Draco sneered.

"It was put in place a very long time ago for pure-blood traditions. To ensure that there was someone who would carry on the legacy," Narcissa Malfoy answered.

Draco scoffed.

"Draco, maybe this is a sign. Maybe it means that you should finally settle down and put a stop to this nonsense," Narcissa said.

"My life is not nonsense, mother!" Draco retorted. He'd left behind the old ways and traditions of his family when he'd come out to his parents and his father had said he'd wished his son had died rather than be gay.

"I know, dear," Narcissa replied. "Just—maybe you should find out who the father is and give him a real chance. Maybe—you'll fall in love and want to start a family, a real family. Being a single parent is quite tough!"

"What if I find this father and he wants the same thing as me?"

"Then I won't stand in the way," Narcissa replied. Draco scoffed again, he didn't believe her.

"But, Draco," Pansy added, "You have exactly one month to decide. Otherwise, it'll be too late."

"I'll be a grandmother!" Narcissa said excitedly ignoring Draco's face.

—*—*—*—*—*—*—

The thing was—Draco loved sex. Ever since he'd discovered his bisexuality, he had been quite curious to explore it. He remembered exactly how it had happened. He would frequent a Muggle club every time he and Astoria had a fight and he'd go to try to flirt with other women. Mugglewomen, they didn't know who he was, so it was easier to chat with them. He had the Malfoy charm, after all.

He was ordering a drink at the bar when a Muggle man approached him and propositioned him to meet him in the stall in the men's loo. Draco wasn't sure why he was intrigued but he was. He followed the man into the stall and received what had been at that moment, by far, the best blow job of his life. Astoria's mouth hadn't even come close to this bloke's.

It was also the first night Draco had discovered what it felt like to have a finger shoved up your arse. He had gone home that night and explored things on his own for a while. Eventually he and Astoria had gotten back together and that night in the bathroom stall was all but forgotten.

Until next time when Astoria broke it off again.

The routine had been quite predictable up until that point. Astoria would make a scene and walk out, Draco would chase after her for a day or two, then he'd go to a club and when word would get out that Draco Malfoy was single again, he'd start to receive proposals of all sorts, courting, and marriage. Astoria would eventually return willing to give him another chance. The last time when Astoria had called it quits, Draco didn't go to the same club he tended to frequent, but instead had gone to a gay club with Blaise.

Blaise had been out for a while and he knew all the popular and chic gay clubs in both the Muggle and the Wizarding-verse.

That was four years ago. Toying with his bisexuality for several years, Draco had finally come to the conclusion that he preferred cock over fanny by a great deal. Now he almost only exclusively shagged men, and preferred Wizards over Muggles.

—*—*—*—*—*—*—

"Did you figure it out yet?" Pansy stopped by Draco's Apothecary in Morgana Alley.

"Pansy, it's only been three days since I last saw you, I have work to do you know," Draco retorted as he alphabetised the small vials of potions and placed them on the shelf.

"Draco, I think this is just a bit more important," Pansy replied.

"Alright, I made a list of Wizards I met at several parties and courted from the 25th of January, Blaise's birthday party, until the 3rd of March, your —"

"My engagement party! Who shagged you at my party?" Pansy exclaimed.

Draco simply glanced towards a parchment placed on the desk—shrugged and returned to shelving and alphabetising.

"Draco there are over twenty names on this list!"

"I know—it was kind of a slow time for me. Some of the blokes were quite taken and insisted on a relationship. They were hard to shake off."

"Wait, Draco, I don't see —" Pansy was about to say something but she was interrupted when Blaise walked into the shop.

"Draco! What is this I hear from your mother? You've gone and gotten yourself pregnant by some no—name Wizard. Mate, if you were really that desperate to get a pure-blood heir, you should have told me, I would have fucked you!" Blaise joked with Draco as he kissed Pansy on her cheek saying hello.

"Please, Blaise! I told you four years ago, and it still stands, you're getting nowhere near my arse!"

"Yeah, and I'm the only one!" Blaise retorted.

Draco grabbed the parchment from Pansy's hands, folded it and placed it in his pocket. "Pansy, I will begin owling the potential fathers and have a conversation with them. Is there anything you can do to determine the conception date?"

"I will have to run another test next week," Pansy answered. "If we can get DNA samples from these potentials as you call them, it would be best."

"D-N-what?" Draco asked.

"It's a sort of Muggle technology that is now being implemented in Wizarding medicine. Every person has two genetic factors that identify them, both from each parent. You have one from your mother and one from your father. Under special circumstances, DNA paternity testing can be performed on unborn children during pregnancy by using amniotic fluids or CVS samples."

Both Draco and Blaise stared blankly at Pansy.

"Also, when we do a proper ultrasound next week, we can determine the age of the foetus and that—may—help figure out the date of the conception. Now unless you engaged in intercourse with several people on the same day —"

"That's happened before," Blaise interrupted Pansy who shut him up with her death stare.

"So if that didn't happen, then you might be able to narrow down your list." Pansy glared at Draco and hesitated for a moment before she spoke again. "Make sure your list is complete."

Without receiving a curt response from Draco or a tease from Blaise, Pansy turned around and left the shop. Draco was now even more confused and overwhelmed.

—*—*—*—*—*—*—

Draco had ten days between the time Pansy visited him at the shop to his next appointment with her. He decided to weed out the blokes he'd only performed oral sex with or had gotten them off. The list was originally over twenty names long because he had written down everyone he'd remembered. He'd wanted to make it seem impossible to find the biological father because he didn't want someone else involved in his decision. This was hisdecision and his alone.

Draco owled two Wizards from the top of his list. One had shagged him in Blaise's bed the night of his birthday party and the other he'd met at the birthday party who had shagged him in his own two days later.

•••• Nathan Miller, 27, was an Assistant Editor at the Daily Prophet. He had cornered Draco coming out of the loo with a rather uninspiring line and Draco claimed to have taken pity on him. Draco invited him out for tea to talk with him about what could have happened that night.

"I am really glad you contacted me, Draco. I've been thinking about you a lot." Draco resisted the urge to roll his eyes. It was the most overused line in the history of overused lines.

"Listen, Nathan. You said you only had ten minutes to meet for tea—are you going somewhere?"

"Yes, actually. My wife and I —"

"Wife?" Draco interrupted him. "You didn't tell me you had a wife."

"Would it have mattered?" Nathan asked and Draco half-shrugged. No, it really wouldn't have mattered. "My wife knows of my—extracurricular activities. She's allowed me two nights a month when go out with my friends and do whatever I desire, without repercussions."

"So how would that work, with you thinking about me a lot?" Draco asked.

"Oh, we could meet twice a month and you know—" Nathan looked at Draco with wide eyes attempting to hint. Draco didn't respond, Nathan continued. "Like I was saying, I don't have much time. My wife and I are on our way to an adoption agency. We are hoping to start the paperwork to adopt a child."

"Adoption?" Draco asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I recently found out that I am unable to provide her with children. So—"

"Oh," Draco said as he stood up. This has been a waste of my time. "Good luck with that."

"Draco, do you think we could sometime...next month?" Nathan asked.

"Sorry, Nathan. I don't live on other people's schedules." Draco stood up and walked out of the shop.

Two days later, Draco had arranged to meet with the other bloke from Blaise's party. He arrived at a pastry shop ten minutes earlier than the set time. Draco looked forward to seeing him again.

•••• Marcus Romano, 24, was a professional Quidditch Player for the Italian National Quidditch Team and had been on holiday in the U.K. for four months nursing an injury.

The injury hadn't stopped him from riding me. If Draco had, in fact, been impregnated by Marcus, it wasn't the worst news in the world. Draco thought at least he could have tickets to all the Quidditch Championships and they could raise their child to be a Quidditch Player.

"Draco, it cannot be me!" Marcus said when Draco told him that he could be pregnant with Marcus' child. Marcus was from a pure—blood Italian family and overflowed with magic. Draco remembered when he'd come the bed had lifted a few feet above ground and the candles in the room blazingly ignited and Draco had feared that they'd set the curtains on fire.

"Are you sure? How can you be so sure?" Draco asked. "We were both quite drunk it could have been you, you're a powerful wizard!"

"That may be so, Draco," Marcus said, Draco truly loved that Italian accent, "but, you were the one who was drunk and not me. Don't you remember? I didn't come inside you; I came in your mouth." He paused for a moment to look around ensuring no one had heard him. "All four times," he whispered.

He was right, Draco had forgotten then. "But —" Draco began to speak again. Even if Marcus had pulled out in time the possibility was still there.

"Listen, Draco. When the time comes and you need me to come by—for any kind of testing you may need feel—free to contact me. But, I know what I did and I did it consciously. It cannot be me."

"If I need you, I'll owl you again. But I think you're right. It's not you."

Draco stood up as Marcus rose from his chair. Draco felt defeated and he figured that Marcus might have sensed that because just before his departure, Marcus leaned in and gave Draco a deep and passionate kiss that left Draco winded.

Now Draco was even more devastated. As happy as he had been that Nathan Miller wasn't a possibility, he was equally sad about Marcus. The way Marcus had kissed him goodbye, the words he'd said, "I know what I did and I did it consciously," lead Draco to believe that Marcus didn't want a child. Perhaps it was a good thing that he wasn't the father.

Draco eventually Disapparated home and crashed on his sofa face down. He just wanted to lay there and never get up.

"Rough day, dear?" Narcissa Malfoy had been sitting in Draco's living room and he hadn't noticed at all.

"Mother, what are you doing here?"

"I came by to see how you were doing...just as usual, I see," Narcissa replied.

"I met with two men and they weren't—couldn't be the father. I am just so tired. Why do I have to find one? Why can't I just make this decision alone?"

"Because it isn't fair to the other person, Draco," Narcissa replied. "What if you had gotten Astoria pregnant all those years ago and only now you find out somehow that she's aborted the child; wouldn't you have liked to know? Wouldn't you have wanted a say in the decision, whether or not you agreed with her?"

Draco nodded reluctantly in agreement.

"Then, it's the same. If you can, you must find out who it is and you must tell him. You cannot carry this burden alone, no matter what your decision is."

"So, you'll support me if I choose to terminate it?" Draco asked.

"Yes," Narcissa said, "I won't like it, but it's your life and your body. I will support your decision."

—*—*—*—*—*—*—

Over the next few days Draco did nothing but stay in his bed. His only contact with the outside world was Blaise who would visit every other day with ice cream and stories of his latest adventures. He still had at least four more blokes to contact and converse with before the given "deadline."

Draco sent an owl to another potential asking to meet him on Friday, the same day as his appointment with Pansy.

•••• Roger Carter, 32, was a Broom Maker with Comet Chasing Broom Company, who had shown interest in Blaise but Draco swept in at the right time and seduced him. Blaise never forgave him for that.

"Oh, wow—and you think, you think it's mine?" Roger asked, his big blue eyes seeming more honest than the other two men Draco had met earlier than week and he seemed more—sincere.

"When do you find out?" Roger asked.

"I've got an appointment in a few hours. The Healers are sure that they can probably tell me the timeframe of the conception and they can even do tests to determine if a certain person is the father or not," Draco answered. He was surprised to see how calm Roger had been about this.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Roger asked.

"Roger, are you really okay with this? Do you know what you wish to do if it is you, the father, I mean?" Draco asked, he was bothered by the man's calm demeanour.

"What do you want to do?" Roger asked in return.

"I don't know. I am not sure if I want to keep it—or —"

"I understand. We should—we should take it one step at a time. We should probably go to St Mungo's and see what the Healers have to say and then I'll take that test—or whatever. Then we can decide."

Draco felt assured. Roger wasn't married, nor had he denied the possibility of impregnating Draco and he seemed like a calm bloke. Draco hoped to Merlin that Roger would test positive for being the child's father.

Merlin didn't favour Draco.

An Ultrasound determined the age of the foetus to be thirteen weeks old and according to their calendars Draco and Roger had sex on the 8th of February which was longer than thirteen weeks.

Roger didn't take that as a good enough answer and demanded a DNA testing. After the Healers took all the samples they needed from Draco and Roger they returned to their lab. Draco waited in the St Mungo's cafeteria where Roger tended to all of his needs hand and foot.

Roger seemed to really want a family and he more or less tolerated Draco. As he sat in the cafeteria, Draco watched Roger closely and imagined a life with him. If he was going to have this child, would he be married to Roger? What kind of life would they have? A man who ran a potions shop and another that made brooms... Draco's thoughts were interrupted when an Assistant Healer stopped by their table stating that Pansy was ready for them with the results.

"I am sorry to inform you, Mr Carter, but further testing also indicates that unfortunately, you are not the biological father of the child," Pansy announced, her voice a bit hesitant. Draco was sure that she, too, wanted Roger to be the father.

Roger looked beaten down; there was nothing more he could do. He smiled and thanked Pansy and left. Draco felt bad for raising his hopes.

"It's too bad, I think I could have learned to love him," Draco said.

"Draco, do you think you're keeping this baby?" Pansy asked. Draco looked up at her with a blank expression. "Because if you are, you only have less than three weeks to decide. Now that we know that the growth is at thirteen weeks, we cannot terminate any male pregnancy after sixteen weeks, as it is too dangerous on the patient's body."

"What should I do?"

"Find him!" Pansy all but screamed at Draco. Blaise came running in and startled Pansy.

"What happened, I just saw Roger leaving, he looked like someone just kicked him off his broom!" Blaise snorted as he made the joke.

"He's not the father. I was so sure he was!" Draco said.

"You know what you have to do, Draco," Pansy said but Draco refused to meet her eyes.

"What do you have to do?" Blaise asked.

"Now we know the date, it was probably Valentine's Day weekend. You were in Scotland on Valentine's Day, isn't that right, Draco?"

"What were you doing in Scotland?" Blaise asked. "Oh wait, no, I remember, you went to some village to get some rare herb to make a potion that you sold for like a thousand Galleons."

"We weren't going to talk about that, ever, Pansy," Draco glared at her, ignoring Blaise.

"What is going on?" Blaise exclaimed.

"Draco met someone at a pub in Scotland. He had gone to Glasgow with some of his associates," Pansy started to tell Blaise.

"Pansy —"

"Draco, you and I know this to be true. Maybe you don't want to talk about it, but you have to realise, he is the father."

"WHO?!" Blaise screamed, startling both Pansy and Draco.

"Harry Potter," Pansy answered.

~TBC~

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