Harry Potter and expecting the unexpected ending

There were many things during this bane he called pregnancy that Harry could tolerate. He could up to a point handle the throwing up, the odd food cravings, even the constant mood changes that not only managed to annoy Draco, but slowly was starting to get to him as well. One moment he was happy, then he was angry, then he started to cry because he was angry at himself. But there was no helping it, and in the end he had to let the emotional rollercoaster run its course.

But this, this he couldn't handle.

"You know that it would feel better if you let me give you a backrub…"

"NO!" Harry shouted.

"Why? You didn't seem to mind that much last time," the blonde purred.

Harry gritted his teeth together and turned around in a huff. Yeah, he didn't mind last time, that's because those magical hands did things to him. They made him react in such embarrassing ways, like a bitch in heat. He would start to dry hump the bed underneath him, his skin would be set ablaze, and that time he only just managed to suppress the guttural moan that almost managed to escape him. It was simple; after that, the blonde wasn't allowed to touch him in such a manner again.

"I couldn't help it…"

"Alright, alright," the blonde replied, the smirk still in place.

He knew exactly what he was doing when he gave Harry the massage, after all the memory of their one night together was still firmly imprinted in his mind. Draco knew exactly were to touch. His body shuddered delightfully when he remembered the wanton noises coming from the submissive; all it took was a few touches and he had him melting like butter. Not that he would admit that the sounds also caused a reaction within him as well. He didn't think that Harry noticed the hard-on he was sporting as he was consumed by his own pleasure, but Draco was sure that if Harry didn't ask for the massage to be stopped it would have led to something more.

There was still time of course, plenty of time for that…

Harry gave Draco a nervous look as he saw the almost sinister grin spread across the blonde's face. Whatever the other Origo was thinking it couldn't have been good, so he decided to quickly divert the attention before those thoughts became too perverted.

"So, shall we continue with our training?"

"Ah?" Draco mumbled dumbly. "Sure, let's get to it."

It was an awkward process that they had to go through to transfer the magic from Draco to Harry. Draco would have to keep his hand over the submissive's stomach, and fine tune his magic to the same level as that of Harry's, and then Harry would have to try and force his magic away from their unborn child and use it on himself. The problem was that his body was now naturally accommodating the child, so forcing his own magic away made a whole bunch of warning bells ring in Harry's head, causing him in the end to double up in pain as punishment.

Although on a mental capacity he knew that his child would be safe, his body didn't see it that way and fought against it, bringing an unending amount of problems with them.

So he steeled himself, taking a deep breath, and sat down on the love seat, resting against the soft leather, one hand gripping onto the armrest hard. He felt the cushions dip, an indication that Draco had sat down beside him.

"Ready?" the blonde asked.

Harry could only nod in reply. He let the other lift his shirt, the cooler air causing Goosebumps to rise on his skin. He inhaled sharply when he felt Draco's cold hand resting on his stomach, but it instantly warmed when he felt the blonde's magic flowing through him. It was an odd sensation, and he didn't mean that in a bad way either. It was like a warm blanket, instantly calming his frazzled nerves, washing away the worries, and enveloping him in a protective cocoon.

Then he felt the frequency change, tuning in with his own so that it became almost indistinguishable, and it was his cue to start drawing at his own magic. Draco focused on the baby, stabilizing the foetus; without Harry's magic on it there would be a chance it could die. So the blonde was careful not to apply too much force or too little, since it would harm their child.

For Harry it was more difficult; it was as if he was disturbing the natural flow of his body, his instincts where screaming at him not to do it, even though he knew the foetus would be okay. So he gritted his teeth together, and his body felt cold, as if something icy was pressed against his stomach, then the warmth came again when Draco's magic engulfed him. He tried to imagine what he looked like when he was human. Without the swirling markings that covered his skin, no horns or wings; oddly enough the image was difficult to capture, to keep still.

Silver eyes watched in concentration as the swirling vine- like markings seemed to uncurl and recede back into his skin, leaving it unblemished. Slowly he looked up, and frowned at the pained face that Harry was pulling. Fighting one's own body wasn't easy. The horns started to withdraw; Harry flinched at the sensation, and gritted his teeth together to quench the scream that wanted to escape.

"Almost there, Harry…" Draco murmured reassuringly. The other times they had tried to do this Harry couldn't get past removing his horns, it hurt too much.

The raven looked almost like himself; the horns were no more than stumps now, but there was still a problem with the wings. Yes they were smaller than his own, but he didn't think the pain would be any less. Harry grunted when the horns completely disappeared, his breathing turned heavy and laboured with the exertion.

"Just the wings now."

"I know…." he panted out, and then resumed his concentration.

His back ached; it felt like his skin was being stretched and pulled, the muscles in his back twitched. He gasped when he heard a heavy 'crack', as if a piece of bone had snapped.

"Shh, it's okay, it's okay, you have to keep going," the blonde urged. Draco knew it hurt; it had hurt like a bitch when he transformed back to his human shape, but it had been a quick process for him, and not so agonizingly slow like it was for Harry.

Harry nodded and arched his back, he could feel the appendages twitching and withering of their own accord. He gasped again; it felt like his spine was twisting, his back felt like it was burning, it wasn't natural, his body wasn't meant to do this. He whimpered and tried to roll his shoulders to alleviate the pain, but that only seemed to make it worse.

"You have to hold still, it's almost done… just a bit more."

But Harry didn't know if he could go on, it was like he was undergoing the crucio, and his whole body just convulsed with pain. Draco kept one hand on Harry's stomach while the other he used to keep his mate steady; he winced when he felt his own back twitch in pain. Their connection made sure that whatever Harry felt he would also feel.

It also told him that the transformation was almost over, just a little more. Suddenly Harry's body gave out and he just collapsed in a heap on the sofa. Draco sighed out in relief; he looked down at the smaller boy and almost smiled when he noticed that Harry was back in his human state. Although he looked worse for wear. His tanned skin was almost sickly in colour; a sheen of sweat covered his skin. He was worried though that Harry hadn't woken up yet; quickly he traced his hand over Harry's stomach, making sure that their child was alright, and sighed out in relief when he found there to be nothing wrong. Harry was just tired, that's all it was.

Gently he picked the sleeping submissive up, and placed him gently down in Draco's bed, it almost became Harry's bed anyway, with the amount of times the raven found himself in his room. The scent may even comfort the submissive.

After all that, he was hungry now.

"Was I always this fat?"

"Hmm?" Draco looked up in confusion from his book at the raven-haired boy standing in front of the mirror with his robes on.

Harry was staring almost dejectedly into the mirror; he was holding the robes back to see his silhouette in the reflection. Yes, Harry was getting a bit plumper; the teenager had always been a little stick. Now his hips were wider to accommodate the pregnancy, and with the protein-enriched diet there was finally some meat on his skinny frame.

"I think you actually look healthier," the blonde commented.

The raven's shoulders sagged. "I feel fat."

"You aren't even a month along; it's far too early to feel 'fat'."

The submissive grumbled a few words incoherently under his breath, and then slumped down beside the dominant. He had woken up in his human shape, surprisingly enough in Draco's room. He was delighted that he was back human, but not that he had practically slept the whole day away, and woken up ravenous with hunger. He almost bit the blonde when he came with the tray of food.

Then Dumbledore had come in before while he was asleep to give them their new robes, and he had decided to try them on for a fit, only to find that his body had changed. He had always been skinny, but his frame gave him the advantage of speed and agility. But just then, looking at his reflection and the billowing hips and pudgy face, he was sad, because he understood that his situation was even more real. Here he was, a pregnant teenage magical creature, who was mated to his worst enemy (not taking Voldemort into account of course).

Pregnant teenage magical creature….

With Draco as his mate…

Fuck.

"Would you calm down already, everything will be fine," Harry turned to look at Draco, who still seemed absorbed in his book.

"Will it really?"

Draco sighed and shut his book, before looking back up at Harry. "Well to be honest I can't promise it… but we can try and make it work."

It sounded almost like a suggestion, as if Draco himself wasn't sure what he was saying. Yet somehow it managed to reassure Harry that he wasn't the only one confused and unsure about everything.

"Alright…" he finally replied.

"Good, tomorrow the school will be open so we have to figure how to do this…"

"What do you mean?"

Draco arched a delicate eyebrow. "Well, the whole school can't know that we are suddenly 'friendly' with each other. It would only raise more suspicion, and if any of the news travelled back to Voldemort through the junior Death Eaters scattered around this school, well…"

"So what should we do?"

"Well first of all we have to think up excuses for why we aren't in our usual dorm rooms…"

"Hmm, I could always just tell them that it's for my own protection."

The blonde chuckled. "A believable enough excuse, and I'll just tell my dorm mates that it's none of their business. No one likes to question a Malfoy."

"Jeez, talk about inflated ego; careful or your head may pop."

"Tch, either way then there is another problem about distance, we can't stay apart for long, and if we do get separated for a long amount of time…"

"Well, let's just make sure that doesn't happen then."

"And if it does?"

"Then I'll just wait for you here, and you better hurry your ass over."

"If that's the only option, then I guess we'll have to work with it."

Harry leaned back into his seat and started to subconsciously rub his stomach; there was no bump there yet, but he could feel it. It's pulse, a steady rhythmic beat that sang to him; he wondered how large it was by now.

"It's smaller than a grape right now if you are wondering."

"Really, that tiny?"

"Well normally you would have to be at least 8 weeks along to get to that size, so to be honest your development is really quick."

"8 weeks? But it's only been just over a week…" Harry was amazed to say the least, he simply couldn't believe it.

"When will I start to show then?" he asked.

"Did you read any of the books?" Draco asked with a frown.

"Er…" that was enough of an incentive to tell Draco that the other didn't read the books that had been provided. The blonde sighed and rubbed his temple.

"At 12 weeks there will be a bump, but it's more likely that around 16 weeks that it will start to properly show."

"That long?"

"Well the process will be quickened, can't be sure by how much though."

Right, the pregnancy would only last 6 months instead of the usual 9; he didn't know if that was a good thing or not.

"So what will happen then?"

"When?"

"Well y'know, t-the labour…" he stuttered out.

"Oh… I don't know," and Draco really didn't.

"What do you mean by that?"

"There hasn't been a recording of a proper Origo birth, and yours will be the first one in centuries; all the books simply say that your instincts will guide you."

Harry gave Draco an incredulous look before looking down at his abdomen again.

"Crap," he cursed.

Snape was confused. He didn't think he had ever been so confused in his long life. He was used to order, to direction, to answers. Yet this had him perplexed, because there didn't seem to be a simple answer for this phenomenon.

The mark was gone.

Just like that, he had woken up that morning, and while taking a shower noticed that the mark had completely disappeared. Not just slightly faded, but gone, completely gone, leaving no trace of its dark existence behind.

It shouldn't have been possible, the mark was tied to Voldemort, meaning it could only be gone if the Dark Lord was… dead. And that made no sense to Severus. How could he die? No one could kill the bastard, no one! Except for…

"Potter," he murmured under his breath.

He would have to talk to Lucius; as far as he knew no one had been summoned by the Dark Lord yet. So none of the Death Eaters actually knew what the situation was like, and the sudden calm was starting to unnerve them all. At the same time Snape knew that none of them would risk disturbing the Dark Lord in this time of peace, even Bellatrix was keeping unusually quiet. So either the Dark Lord was fine and simply playing a mind game with his followers, or he had somehow died.

Snape hoped it was the latter. The quicker he was out of the madman's grip the better. At least for now he could be happy with the rest he was getting. He had almost forgotten how it was to sleep without nightmares invading his mind.