Harry Potter and expecting the unexpected ending

Something tapped against his head, gentle hooting invaded his dreams. Harry sighed and tried to swat away whatever was bothering him. The hooting stopped and Harry started to relax; he turned on his side, snuggling into the welcoming warmth surrounding him. Yet the hooting started up again, this time becoming louder and more incessant.

"Potter shut that ruddy bird of yours up before I do it for you."

Green eyes sprang open, and the first thing he saw were blazing silver eyes, then he noticed that both of them were snuggled up on the bed.

"Malfoy?" Harry asked, confused.

"Potter."

Harry turned his head when he heard hooting beside him. "Hedwig?!" he exclaimed with delight. "How did you get here, girl?" he asked, stroking her feathers.

"She just flew in," Draco answered, while the snowy owl crooned against Harry's touch.

"What happened?"

Draco sighed heavily and filtered his fingers through his hair. "You, being the idiot that you are, didn't listen to me when I was explaining why we couldn't be too far away from each other, decided to go all the way down to the kitchen and passed out."

"Er… then why am I in your arms?" he said, looking down at Draco's hand pressed firmly against his stomach.

"Restabilising the link, or the baby you're carrying would be dead…"

Harry's breath hitched with shock. "Dead…"

"It needs both our magical supply for the early stages, it's only after a few month that the foetus is stable enough so that we can move further apart," he replied back nonchalantly.

"It could have died?!" he asked fearfully as his hands flew towards his abdomen.

Draco recognized the panic, and started rubbing his hand up and down Harry's stomach, grazing the markings surround his navel. He pushed more of his magic inside Harry, leaving the other feeling sedated and slightly lethargic. It was a way the dominant can keep their submissive calm; it wouldn't do for them to get over-excited in their delicate state.

"Nothing's wrong, I got to you in time so there is nothing to worry about," he said, and removed his hand but with that, also the calming effect over Harry.

The raven jumped out of bed, startling both his owl and Draco before huddling towards the corner. The blonde stared at the raven and calmly stood up; he circled the bed, silver eyes never leaving Harry's trembling form. The submissive was scared, and his instincts were on overdrive, but he knew that he couldn't keep forcing his magic into Harry to keep him calm, it was only meant to be a temporary solution. He had to find another way to calm Potter down.

"Potter…" the raven didn't react. "Harry, listen to me," green eyes turned to look at him. "It's okay, the baby is fine, no one got hurt." Draco knew that it was only Potter's instincts causing him to act this way; submissives were very protective of their young.

Harry circled his stomach as if to shield it away from every threat. "Shhh..." Draco murmured, reaching his arms around Harry and pulling the boy flush against him.

It took a while for the raven to finally calm down; by the end of it he was exhausted. "Am I going to act like this every day?" he mumbled against Draco's chest.

The blonde chuckled and rubbed circles on his back, being careful to avoid the sensitive wings. "Hormonal imbalances are normal during pregnancies."

Harry winced hearing that word, "Please don't say that." Then he realized something. "…You just called me Harry!"

"Well, if we are going to be together we might as well start calling each other by our first names," Draco replied, sounding less than happy.

Harry understood how awkward this was for the blonde, and nodded in agreement. This would have to be a joint effort. "Should I call you Draco then?" he asked with a smirk.

"Better than Drakypoo!" he said in a high-pitched screech, then shuddered as if thinking back to something repulsive.

"Drakypoo? Who would call you that?" Harry would have thought that most would be afraid of calling the blonde such a degrading name.

"Pansy," was the short reply, and that was enough of an answer for Harry.

Finally Draco let go of Harry, and took a few steps back, "Alright then, I guess it's time to get down to business."

"What business?"

"Classes of course."

"But-but I thought that we weren't going to stay here…"

Draco sighed again, "I don't trust Dumbledore, just like I don't trust the Ministry. You may trust that old fool, but this is just the way I was brought up. I know enough of this world to understand what happens to rare creatures, and that some 'protective' laws are forgotten for the sake of knowledge.

At the same time I understand this…" he said, motioning around him. "…Means a lot to you. And that maybe-maybe I am wrong; maybe we will be protected and looked after… the way I see it is that it's all up for speculation. So I'm willing to compromise." He didn't mention that he would always keep himself alert in case Dumbledore tried something.

Harry's heart skipped a beat; a part of him wondered who this person was. Was this really the same snarky Malfoy that tormented him the past few years, or did he get abducted by aliens and administered a lobotomy? No, this had to be a trick; he was only being fooled into a false sense of security.

But what would he get out of it? It's not like he's going to hand me to Voldemort on a silver platter without putting himself in danger. Maybe he is just trying to be nice…

Yeah right.

"What type of 'compromise'…?" he asked.

"Simple, you drop Divination and I drop Ancient Runes, and we both take Arithmancy and Care of Magical creatures."

"What about Potions?"

"The first few weeks during the pregnancy will be the most crucial, so we got some time. For the duration of the class I can place a small 'bubble' charm on you which would keep most of the Potion fumes out. Generally you'll have to take it easy, and keep away from 'walking-disasters' like Longbottom, even though I'll be surprised if he manages to get into the class; meaning that you will be working with me."

Harry couldn't see anything wrong with that, it was just plain common sense, and he nodded his consent.

"This also applies to all your other lessons, if you can try not to show-off in DADA,and no quidditch."

This had Harry gaping like a fish; Draco couldn't be serious! "I can't play quidditch? WHY?!"

Draco gave him a look that said 'do you have to ask'?

"Oh…" Harry blushed, realizing how silly it sounded.

"Good, you hungry?" he asked, walking out of the room.

Harry's stomach growling was the answer; he blushed again and followed Draco out of the room, where a house-elf was putting down a spread. Harry's stomach grumbled again in appreciation. He sat down on the chair and started scarfing down on mashed potatoes and sausages, not forgetting to give a few pieces of meat to his snowy owl. Draco watched with something akin to amusement and disgust, before joining in.

"I can't do it!"

"Concentrate, Potter!" Draco snapped.

"Oh, so it's back to 'Potter' now, is it?!" he snarled back.

Draco growled out in irritation; both of them were attempting some concealment magic. Origo were known to be able to shift between one state to another, the only problem was that it took a lot of concentration and magic. It was a very effective concealment charm, used for protection. Draco had already managed it, but Harry was struggling with the concept.

"Alright, alright, let's take a break."

Harry huffed and slumped against his seat, feeling tired and hungry. "Why can't I do this?" he whined.

"Might be because of the pregnancy, most of your magic is concentrated on the foetus," Draco commented thoughtfully.

"Then what am I meant to do?" he asked, reaching for a sandwich.

Draco looked thoughtful again and then reached into his pocket for his wand. Harry flinched when he saw the wand pointing at him, and Draco noticed this. The blonde frowned. "You don't trust me?" he asked, lowering his hand.

"It's kinda difficult… I'm still trying to adjust, it's all too new for me, especially 'this'," he said, referring to their mating.

Draco nodded; he understood, yet he couldn't help but feel disappointed. Nevertheless he put his wand back into his pocket, and silently left the room. Harry watched him go sadly and heaved a sigh; he felt like he had done something wrong, but he just couldn't trust that easily. Who knew how this compromise would work out? Was a relationship meant to form out of nothing? They were just strangers after all, maybe one day, but not today.

Not now…

Late at night the Potion's Master Professor Snape walked briskly towards his office; he had avoided his office 'til now because of all the firecalls Lucius and Narcissa were leaving. They were all the same messages, asking him how Draco was, if he was hurt, who his mate was and if the mate was already pregnant. It drove him half-mad!

It wasn't like he was going to tell them that their son's mate was their master's greatest enemy, but not because the Malfoy's would betray them or anything like that. They were strong in their beliefs when it came to 'family'. It was rather that Dumbledore wouldn't let him tell them, he was made to swear an oath. An old oath never to reveal anything about Harry Potter to an outside member. So all he could do was reassure the Malfoy's, over and over again, that everything was fine. He sighed again, and rested himself against the cool stone walls. This was all too tiring.

Finally he reached his office and made a beeline for his armchair; he smiled feeling the upholstery mold to his body. Pale hands reached towards the brandy. He did enjoy that part of the muggle world; their alcohol was potent, and soon he felt himself relaxing.

Odd.

This really was odd. He had never felt this calm before, there was always something bothering him. An uneasy feeling in the back of his mind, a burning sensation down his arm where the dark mark lay, but there was none of that. So unless the Dark Lord was feeling unusually happy, something was wrong. He pushed up his sleeve to reveal the mark, the skull and snake glaring at him. However the mark looked faded; he wasn't sure, but for some reason it looked lighter than he remembered.

Severus frowned and pushed the sleeve back down; it looked like it was his turn to disturb Lucius now.