Harry Potter and expecting the unexpected ending

"Draco… what is that?" Harry asked the stunned blonde.

"A bassinet, that's a bassinet…" Draco murmured back.

The Origo watched stunned at the bassinet that had somehow appeared in their front room. It was mostly white, all frilly with blue lace, and a bow. Soft downy blankets and cushions lined the inside, with a blue silk top that started coming down in frills down the side. Their problem was however it got in their front room, much less who had even brought it in.

It was the oddest thing to wake up to in the morning.

The Portrait opened up again, and in stepped Dumbledore with Hermione, Ron, the twins, and lastly Charlie. Draco's silver eyes narrowed when he saw the other dominant, but he didn't say anything. Just watched as they lugged a few bags inside; he noticed a little bear peeking out of the bags and he couldn't help but scowl when he knew what all this stuff was. Reluctantly Harry went over to help them, looking through the bags, amazed at all the things spilling out. Bottles, blankets, clothes…

"Why did you buy all this?" Draco asked with a growl.

"We didn't," came Severus' voice, as he also came through the doorway wearing a scowl. "Your mother sent them."

"Mother?"

Snape nodded. "She was starting to get worried that you weren't getting prepared, so she decided to take charge."

"Wait, does this mean that mother is coming to visit?" he asked almost fearfully. He didn't think he could cope with his mother around.

"No… not yet at least," Snape replied.

"So all of these are presents from your parents?" Harry asked. "Do they know that you mated with me?"

"I hadn't had a chance to send my letter to her," Draco stated, passing a glare at a smiling Dumbledore.

"Oh, you're more than welcome to send one now." The old Wizard replied merrily.

Draco's scowl deepened. "I will."

"I see you finally managed to get your human shape, how are you feeling?" Hermione asked, helping Harry to unpack.

"Yeah, it took a while, but I'm fine now," he answered, but it was almost numbly.

He was slightly astounded by the masses and piles of just 'stuff'! He didn't really know how to react, would he actually need so many things?

Blankets, a sea of blankets. Velvety ones, cotton, fluffy, stitched, knitted, frilly, lacy… so many blankets. Then came the clothes, all sooo tiny, boy's clothes of course, but they all looked so extravagant, and elaborate. Some more like costumes than clothes; the one he was inspecting right now reminded him of a little sailor outfit, and Hermione was 'awwing' over a teddy bear bodysuit. Then there were the accessories and toys. An enchanted mobile which was a silver stick that when shook came alive, with dancing glowing stars and moons. Others that were animate, some singing ones, one that told fairytales when given a little squeeze, and one particular one that acted like a hot water bottle. Heating up when held close.

Yet the one thing that got him particularly emotional was a pair of knitted white baby booties. They were so small in the palm of his hand; he couldn't help but admire them. The little black buttons, the softness of the material, and the blue silk ribbons tied into a bow. Harry kept on staring at the pair of booties like it was the most unbelievable thing in the world.

"Harry what's wrong?"

The raven looked up at Hermione, who was looking down at him with concern, her brown eyes wide. "Harry, you're crying!" she exclaimed.

"What?" he asked, and reached up to touch his face, only for his fingers to be covered in moisture. He was crying, and he hadn't even realised it.

"I think it's time you all left, thank you for brining all this," Draco quickly intervened, going over to his mate and blocking his vulnerability from the others in the room.

The others looked at each other worriedly before reluctantly leaving the two mates alone. Draco sighed and turned around to look at Harry, who was still kneeling on the floor crying. The blonde was worried, but he didn't know why the other way crying so much, he couldn't sense why Harry was so upset. Slowly he kneeled down in front of the submissive and gently pushed Harry's head up so that they could look at each other. His green eyes were glistening like jewels with unshed tears.

"What's wrong?" he asked, wiping away the wet trails.

"This isn't just a dream, is this?" he asked with a whimper.

"What do you mean?" Draco asked.

"I really am pregnant, aren't I? I'm really mated to you, aren't I?" Harry asked, his voice rising to a shrill scream.

Draco frowned, Harry always seem so adamant that what was happening to him wasn't true. Always denying their mating and the bond that was forming between them; it was really starting to get to him. He had accepted it, but Harry was still refusing it. After all the crap that they had gone through for the past few weeks, Harry still didn't believe any of this was real! He'd had enough.

Harry flinched when he felt the hand on his shoulder tighten; slowly he looked up and was taken aback by the cold expression marring the blonde's face.

"Draco?"

"You really don't get it, do you Harry?"

"Huh?"

"This is real, this is happening to both of us. We are a mated pair with a child coming on the way; it isn't a dream, or some hallucination. This. Is. Real," he bit out, and then smashed their lips together.

Harry gasped, his mouth opened in shock. Draco took advantage of this and stuck his tongue in, wrestling with it. The submissive tried to pry Draco off him, but the blonde didn't let go. He only forced their bodies closer together, using his hands to trail down the middle of the raven's sensitive spine, down to cup his pert buttocks. Harry couldn't help but moan, and for a moment he was starting to lose himself in the sensation, instead of trying to push Draco away he gripped onto the blonde's shirt. Steadying himself so that his jittery legs didn't give up on him.

Yet the need for air was getting to be too much, so reluctantly Draco broke their heated kiss, but he didn't let go of his mate. The sound of their laboured breathing was the only sound to hear in the silent lounge. Harry could only stare dazed at the dominant hovering above him with a smug expression. He glared at Draco, but it had little effect on the blonde because of his own ravished expression. That clearly showed how much he had enjoyed the kiss.

"Do you accept it now? Do you accept that this is real?" Draco asked.

Harry could only nod, that was definitely real.

"Good, now let's get this all packed up," Draco replied and let go of submissive before standing up. Harry tried to follow his lead, but the jelly-like feeling still hadn't left him, so he stumbled and almost fell only to be caught by Draco.

"Careful there," he whispered huskily into Harry's ear.

The submissive jumped away at the tickling sensation; he scowled and glared at the other while rubbing his ear forcefully so that the odd sensation would go away. But it didn't, and he was sure by how hot his face felt that he was blushing like mad. Draco only chuckled and started clearing and folding some of the clothes away. Harry watched him work for a while before he sighed and started helping along.

Now where were they going to put all this stuff anyway?

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Waiting outside the Great Hall like a bunch of wallflowers was not how they were expecting their first day of school to be. Then again they were waiting here for the others to finally arrive at the school, but weren't allowed to wait inside the hall. Draco made sure to stand further away from other Gryffindors, so that it wouldn't be too obvious that he was 'friendly' with them. Well…as friendly as Draco could ever be with them. Harry himself didn't seem to have stopped blushing since this morning. To be honest he couldn't even look at Draco without his face turning as red as a tomato.

Soon the front double doors creaked open and all the students started making their way towards them; some gave the small group curious looks, but didn't say anything. Harry, his mate and his friends joined the throng of pupils and went inside the Hall, taking their designated seats at their rightful tables. With Harry trying to ignore the irritating pull at his navel.

That morning they had checked how far they could stretch their bond, and for how long that distance could be maintained. Luckily the bond could reach far enough with some mild discomfort, the problem was however the length of time they could keep it stable before the need for contact became unbearably painful. After a long 'huggle' session they could stay apart for over thirty minutes. Not very long, but that would be the best they could manage.

It was difficult for Harry not to turn around and look at Draco, as they sat so far away from each other. He tried to concentrate on anything but the bond; he looked down at the empty plate in front of him. The stainless steel surface showed his reflection; he didn't look different, even had a pair of fake glasses on to make it look real. There was a tap on his shoulder; he turned around to see Seamus Finnigan giving him a confused look.

"What is it?" he asked the Irish boy.

"How come you guys weren't on the train?" he asked.

"Er…" he stumbled. Then Harry noticed that Dean and Neville were also giving him worried looks. "Something… happened over the summer…" he said. Not willing to elaborate. Draco and he had agreed that no more people outside those who already knew should be told.

"Is it to do with," then he quickly glanced around the room, before talking in a low whisper, "You-know-who."

Harry nodded. "Yeah," when in doubt, just blame the dark lord.

The curious boys nodded at each other in understanding, and Harry sighed out in relief that he had gotten away with it. Quickly he tried to divert further attention by starting up a conversation about Quidditch. After a while Dumbledore stood up and stood up with a raised hand to silence the students. The doors to the Great hall creaked open and McGonagall swept in with her billowing robes, a gaggle of first years following right behind.

Harry tried to not smile as he watched the awed looks on the first years' faces when they saw the Hall, it reminded him of how he had been when he first saw the floating candle ceiling. Then again he had absolutely no magical experience when he first entered the school. Now he was more then used to all the odd happenings at this school.

The students came to a stop in the middle of the hall, and the sorting hat was brought out and placed on the empty stool. The first years gasped in astonishment when it came to life, grumbling and coughing a little before jumping into song. Once again it was a song that seemed random at first, just a babble of words, but filled with a cryptic meaning that those who listened closely would understand.

Not that Harry did… he never had been too good at riddles.

After the hat had finished its song, McGonagall took out a thick scroll and started calling out names in alphabetical order. One by one they came up, sat down on the stool, and the hat was placed on their heads, who then told them in which house they belonged. There was clapping and cheering when it all finally ended, and Harry was starting to feel the strain. He rubbed his stomach, trying to reassure himself that everything was fine; maybe he could get away from this feast by saying he didn't feel well?

A warm sensation spread through his back, calming his nerves instantly. Slowly he turned around to see Draco glancing subtly towards him. Harry nodded in thanks towards the platinum-haired dominant and turned to look at the table where now a roast dinner appeared. Slowly he started piling up food on his plate before tucking in it; seemed like tonight was going to be a long night.

By the end of dinner Harry was shaking, he needed to get out of here soon and into Draco's arms. Funny how he could simply think such embarrassing things without blushing anymore, really he was getting too used to this. He zoned out Dumbledore's traditional speech about keeping from the Dark Forest, curfew times, and a long list of items that were forbidden at the school (most of them Weasleys' Wizard Wheezesproducts). Finally he said goodbye and goodnight to the students, and they were finally allowed to leave.

Harry had to restrain himself from not simply jumping out of his seat or seeming too eager to leave. Quietly he followed the other Gryffindors out of the Great Hall, but instead of walking up to the seventh floor that led up to the Gryffindor tower he slipped away at the bottom of the stairs and made his way down another corridor to meet up with Draco. If his friends were to ask where he went, Hermione and Ron were told to simply tell them that he had to be separated from them because of Voldemort. It should be enough to stop them asking too many questions. That is if Ginny didn't blow her top again.

The submissive soon spotted a familiar head of platinum blonde hair; Harry smiled and ran towards Draco. Jumping literally straight into the dominant's waiting arms and snuggling into his broad chest.

"How unusually eager of you," Draco said with a chuckle.

"It was agony…" he whined.

Draco tightened his arms around Harry's smaller frame. "The old coot sure knows how to talk."

"More like he doesn't know how to stop," Harry grumbled back. He nudged Draco towards their room. He gave the password to the portrait, and they entered as it swung open to let them in.

When Harry finally felt better he let go of the blonde, but Draco stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "Why don't you sleep in my room tonight?"

Harry blinked and started blushing again. He was reminded of the heated kiss they had shared this morning, and couldn't help but think how intimate Draco was getting with him. Sure, usually he ended up somehow in the same bed as Draco by the time morning came, but this was the first time Draco was actually offering that they share a bed. And he was slightly taken aback by it.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course," he answered with a smirk and pulled Harry into his room.

"But my Pyjama's!" he exclaimed.

"Don't worry, just borrow a pair of mine."

"But-" his voice was cut off when something was thrown at his face.

Harry looked down at the bundle and noticed that it was pair of cotton PJ's. "Go in the bathroom to change," Draco said, indicating towards the bathroom.

Harry nodded dumbly and went inside to change. Slowly he took off his school robes; it was odd unbuttoning his shirt while knowing that just on the other side of the door was Draco. He blushed and slipped the shirt off, Merlin it seemed like he would permanently remain red.

"My, aren't you cute one!" Harry gasped and looked at the mirror, where the voice came from.

"Now, now sweetie, don't get too excited, wouldn't be good for your baby!" the submissive took deep gulps of air to calm his erratic heart down. He had forgotten about odd preferences that wizards had with talking mirrors.

Great, now he felt even more exposed.

"Oh don't mind me, just keep changing," the mirror purred.

Harry went pale at how pervy the mirror sounded; as if he was going to change in front of the thing now. He gathered up his clothes and opened the door. Draco looked up when he heard the click of the door opening.

"Is everything alright?" he asked when he noticed that Harry still hadn't changed.

"I'm not changing in there with that mirror!"

Draco looked confused for a second before it dawned on him what Harry was talking about. Suddenly he was overcome with jealousy, how dare that mirror make comments about his mate's body? The dominant growled and stepped inside the bathroom, there was a loud 'boom', and smoke started coming out of the bathroom. Harry could only watch bewildered as a composed Draco stepped out calmly and gave his signature smirk.

"It's been dealt with," he simply answered and started nudging Harry towards the bathroom to change.

The raven heard the door close behind him, but he was more consumed by the state of the toilet. The place where the mirror had hung was now just an ugly scorch marks, with cracks and chips in the paint around it. Draco had been really angry at that mirror…

So he went back to changing, and slipped on the soft white cotton PJ's. They were oversized as expected, Harry had to bundle them together by his chest so that it wouldn't slip over his shoulders, and the trousers, no matter how much he tried to tighten the ropes, or how much wider his hips were, still they were managing to slip off. So he had to hold them up as well. Merlin, he was too damn small.

Hesitantly he stepped out of the room, where he found Draco already changed and setting up the bed. The blonde looked up, and for the first time ever he noticed how red the pale teen's face was getting. If he didn't know better he'd swear Draco was actually blushing.

Well Harry was right, Draco was blushing, because to him the submissive looked more than alluring dressed in his clothes. His silver eyes trailed down to see the slightly exposed tanned shoulders, the pouty look of his cherry lips, and the rose of his cheeks. Forest green eyes, hidden behind the fake glasses, which did however not hide their shine. Then there was just the pose that Harry subconsciously took; he looked so small and hidden, it only made the dominant Origo want to sweep his mate into his arms and hold him tight.

And do so many other things…

"Draco... maybe I should go back to my room," Harry suggested.

"No, no, no, I already have everything set up, just get in!" he said quickly and moved the covers to invite the raven in.

Reluctantly he went towards the bed and climbed inside; his green eyes followed Draco's every movement as he climbed into the bed next to him. Then with a wave of his hand the lights went off, leaving them in pitch blackness, as the curtains around the window were closed. Harry tried to stay on the one side of the bed, but it was quite difficult on the single bed. He had his back to the blonde, but shivered when he felt Draco's hot breath against his neck. Harry was startled slightly when he felt something slip over his waist, but calmed down when he realized that it was simply Draco's arm.

Slowly the blonde hugged him, spooning their bodies together, and Harry was surprised to find that instead of feeling some sort of apprehension, he was actually starting to calm down. He snuggled his back against Draco's hard chest, relishing the slight purr the blonde emitted.

He was sure that this was the best night's rest he had ever gotten.