I'm A Slave For You-Chp40

I'M A SLAVE FOR YOU

The new semester of Hogwarts has finally begun, with ours truly Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley and Draco Malfoy moving up a notch and entering the sixth year. The O.W.L-s exam was a killer, but they managed to pull through somehow after many final weeks of last minute study groups and countless nights of burning the midnight oil trying to cram as much info as possible into their heads. By the time the owls came in with the results during the summer, they were nervous as jumping beans as the trio opened their letters together when Draco came to visit and hang out with them for the first time in The Burrow.

As expected, Hermione passed the subjects with flying colours and was allowed to continue on with all her subjects in her sixth year based on her aspirations to be a member in the Ministry. Ron, who aspires to be like his father, was also able to continue on with the rest of his subjects except Divination and History of Magic, because firstly, he did nasty predictions that were not up to par with Prof. Trelawney's standards, and secondly, he was a mess in History. He could barely keep awake during Prof. Binns' classes, let alone ace them, but then again, he couldn't care less. Neither of those was truly important to his career choice anyway. Draco, who was looking out for being an Auror (but secretly aspires to be a Herbologist) did just as well as Hermione with most of his subjects being Exceed Expectations and some of his stronger subjects being Outstanding. Word spread fast about Pansy and the goons' rape attempt on Harry, and even more so when they learnt that Draco saved him and had become the tightest of friends with Dumbledore's grandson. They dare not say or do anything that may jeopardize their roots on Hogwarts, but Draco was not deaf and blind not to notice that his own house had officially branded him as a blood-traitor. He couldn't care less what they thought of him. All he ever needed out of friendship was right there before him—Harry, Hermione and Ron—and that's all he cared about.

The new semester also meant a new year added into Harry's lifeline. After looking through Harry's birth records, he was found to be born a day before the new school semester starts and they had a spectacular party held for him. Everyone from Albus, Severus, Hermione and Ron's household was there to celebrate it with him. Draco only brought himself because he knew his parents would never approve of Albus taking Harry in as his grandson and the last thing they wanted was to celebrate an ex-slave's birthday, but the party was still as merry as ever. This was the first time ever that Harry had actually celebrated his birthday—he never had the luxury of even knowing when his birthday was, thus never gave a thought about it—and it was so overwhelming for him that he actually burst into tears of joy as one person after another presented him with his first birthday gifts. The best gift he got was, of course, from Severus. He had gift-wrapped his playhouse and his lion plushie Leo in one package and topped it with a kiss. All in all, it was an event worth celebrated and remembered by everyone in the mansion.

But as the new semester progressed into its second month, Draco had somehow been feeling a little odd for the past few weeks. At first, he thought it was just because of him not being able to see Remus and also the stress of being a sixth year student, but after he started getting sick in the morning, feeling nauseous and dizzy most of the time and unable to stomach anything, he knew something was afoot. His worries increased when during their group study in the library, Ron carelessly joked that he probably was being knocked up—boasting that he had seen this on his mother when she was pregnant with Ginny—and Hermione giving him a knowing look, meaning that Ron could be right somewhere in between.

After buying a self-pregnancy test (accompanied by Hermione in the strictest of confidence, of course) he went home that weekend and secretly but quickly snuck into his room and into the bathroom to find out. Unlike Muggle self-pregnancy tests, this sort of pregnancy test was usable for both male and female since in the magic world, conception is possible for males with the right procedures. It looked like a sort of thermometer with a red tiny ball that hovered in the middle of the tube, and it had to be stuck in a third of the length into the vagina like a tampon, and for Draco's case, it had to be inserted anally. If the tiny ball goes upward in a high whistling note, that means the person is pregnant, and if the ball goes downward in a low humming note, it means vice versa. Following the instructions given in the box, Draco heaved a heavy sigh, took off his pants and inserted the test into his orifice.

He knew it was only for kicks, and he was sure Ron was just joking and Hermione was being a worried wart after all, but when the test let out a high whistling note and the ball was all the way up to the peak, he couldn't believe his eyes. He stared at the test for a full long 10 minutes, hoping that it would change to negative or hoping that he could will it back down and that it was all just a mistake, an illusion, whichever was plausible, but the red ball did not budge. It remained there at the peak without any indication of falling. Another 5 minutes later, the reality finally sank in as he suddenly fell sick again and his mind and heart began to slowly accept the cruel truth while he puked his guts out into the toilet bowl.

He was pregnant.

Pregnant with Remus J. Lupin's baby.

Jamming the pregnancy test deep into the trash can so that it wouldn't be seen by the naked eye, he moved slowly towards his bed where his bag was and fished out the book on male pregnancies that Hermione bought for him after accompanying him to buy the test. Draco, at that time, thought Hermione was jumping into too much conclusion and refused to take the book, but now, since the tables had turned, he was secretly almost glad that Hermione gave him that authoritative motherly look of a Head Prefect and shoved the book into his bag anyway despite his protests. As he flipped through the book, he learnt that certain potions, spells or magical marriage bonds can cause pregnancy to happen (although he couldn't recall what exactly did he do other than having sex during that secret night with Remus to get into this situation), and he was relieved to find out that his baby did not have to come out the way it got in. Pregnant males will go through all the symptoms like morning sickness, sudden food cravings, swollen feet, widening of the hips and stretch marks like a pregnant female would, but the only difference is that for a pregnant male, towards the 7th month of their pregnancy, a birth canal would form at the gap between the balls and the anus and that is where the baby would be born out of, and during the birth process, it would be just like the regular birth a pregnant woman have to go through. During that month as well, he would possibly develop a slight expanding of the breasts to enable breastfeeding until the baby is at least one year old and weaned off breast milk before it shrinks back to its normal male anatomy.

While Draco went back to school after that shocking discovery with mixed feelings, Narcissa, on the other hand, was up to her nosy tricks again. Despite not being much of a mother to Draco, her maternal instincts still could tell that there's something wrong with her son. When she saw her son coming home with a pregnancy test unsuccessfully hidden in his robes pocket when she went to the kitchen to get some more refill for her tea party with her friends, she had to find out. She did not straightaway confront the matter as she had guests to entertain, but as soon as Draco went to school on Monday, she, using her wand, looked through his trash secretly and found the positive self-pregnancy test. She then snooped around Draco's room to find out what was the cause of this positive results and discovers the 'lube' that was hidden under the mattress. She smelt the content and immediately could tell it was an impregnation potion because she remembered Severus giving one to her for her 4th year anniversary with Lucius when she told him the week before that she had a hard time conceiving, and it was this impregnation potion that got her to have Draco, although it came with a price of having to have her uterus removed because of the trauma caused from giving birth to him.

"Hmm…" Narcissa muttered as she rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "Your father is not going to be very pleased when he finds out about this."

Meanwhile, Draco couldn't stop thinking about the test. He did not dare tell it to Hermione or Ron, and even though they asked, he gave a lame excuse about having to show up at one of his father's parties and forgot about the test. Nor did he dare to tell Severus or Remus for fear that either one of them would do something drastic. It was a no brainer that Remus would panic and start making rash decisions, like grabbing Draco and making a grand escape to avoid his father from discovering the truth, although the thought of eloping sounded quite romantic and exciting at most, and Severus, being god-fatherly as usual, would no doubt ask him to consider aborting the child because he was still a student and had a future and a career to look forward to. He definitely couldn't confide to Harry either because he was bound to tell Severus and/or Albus about it, and the old geezer was the last person he would want to know about his condition.

Could it really be…Could I really be? The question of denial continuously played over and over in his mind until his head hurts.

Later during the day, despite the fact that it was not a weekend, Draco came home. The only thing that occupied his mind at the moment was that he needed to get rid of that test fast. He didn't want his father to find out, not after what he said about Remus. If he were to know, he would definitely skin Remus alive for sure, and he did not want that to happen to his beloved. He went to his room as fast as he could and looked for the test and the instruction box, but they were not there.

"What the…?" Draco gasped in horror as he literally emptied out all his trashcans to look for it. "I could've sworn that…"

"Looking for this, boy?"

Draco's eyes went wide as he saw his mother dangling the positive test tube and the instruction box in her hand smugly. Apparently Narcissa had heard Draco returning home and waited for the opportune moment to show up in his room to let him know that the cat was out of the bag. Draco bit his inner cheeks as he rushed forward to the only person he would rather slit his throat than to tell his deepest, darkest secrets to.

"Mother! Give it back!" Draco exclaimed as he reached for it.

"Ah, ah, ah," Narcissa wriggled her finger at her son, holding the test away from his reach. "Not until you tell me who the father of your child is."

"None of your business, Mother," Draco growled, glaring at her.

"Oh, I beg to differ, boy," Narcissa looked mockingly at the test, entering her son's room and closed the door behind her. "My son is going to make an honest grandmother out of me. I think this is perfectly my business. Hmm…Your father hasn't known yet, but when I tell him, he would be very, very unhappy, what with you just finishing O.W.L-s and into the early terms of your 6th year…"

"Please don't tell him, Mother," Draco begged; his face couldn't go any paler. "He doesn't need to know…"

"I can't promise you that. He is my husband and your father after all. Besides, sooner or later you are bound to show."

"I…" Draco knew she spoke the truth. No matter how well he hides it, it was bound to show, and according to the books, unless he was under a medi-witch or wizard's supervision, he cannot cast any spells on himself without hurting the baby, even if it means a concealing spell. He lowered his head in dismay, "Just…Please don't tell him."

"Then who is the father of my bastard grandchild-to-be?" Narcissa demanded.

"My child is not a bastard!" Draco protested. No one calls his child given by his beloved a bastard, even if it was conceived out of wedlock.

"You're not married; heaven forbids the father of the child may be younger than you. So whose is it? Crabbe? Goyle? Blaise? That Weasel boy maybe?"

"Eww, Mother, that is disgusting! I would never let any of them ten feet near me! Besides, Crabbe and Goyle had been suspended, remember? They can't come to school even if they want to."

"Are you going to tell me or not?" Narcissa continued to probe, dangling the test threatening at him. "Or do I have to find out myself from the school?"

That would definitely be the highlight of the century, Draco grumbled sarcastically, but he knew that his mother was now a Malfoy, and she would find out about things she wanted to know if she tried. She found out about his pregnancy. He might as well get it over and done with before she steps her foot into the school and lets the whole school know that Draco Malfoy, son of the member of the Ministry of Magic, has been knocked up.

"If you promise not to tell Father…" Draco lowered his voice so that only his mother could hear him, "It…It was Remus…"

"That…That monster?!" Narcissa shrieked in shock. She couldn't control her hand as she let one fly across her blonde son's face. "You let yourself get knocked up by that monster?! How could you?!"

"Because I love him and he loves me, that's why!" Draco said as he nursed his cheek. It wasn't as hard as Lucius did him, but it stung nonetheless. "I expect you would understand that, Mother, given you've married Father like forever."

"Pfft! Your father and I is a different thing altogether, boy! Who could love a beast like that? Where is your dignity as a Malfoy? You know that your father has forbidden you to even think about that half-breed, and yet you go feeding yourself with impregnation potion and doing it with that…that creature! I wouldn't have mind if you got yourself knocked up by Blaise or anyone of your classmates. At least they are an upright lot. But with that beast?! What were you thinking?!"

"I…I what?" Draco gaped at his mother's outburst, not really comprehending what she was saying about impregnation potion and all that whatnot.

"Don't play dumb with me, boy!" Narcissa scolded as she threw the so-called 'lube' she took out of her dress pocket at his feet, "What do you call this?"

"Uh…" Draco blushed slightly at the sight of the bluish-grey bottle. "Oil for…lubrication…?"

Narcissa eyed at him in surprise. She tried to search for any sign of deceit or fakery in her son's face but found none. He was genuinely surprised and ignorant at what she had revealed to him.

"You seriously don't know? That, my son," Narcissa pointed at the bottle like it was the most offensive thing in the world, "is impregnation potion. Good gods of Merlin, I can't believe I raised such a careless son."

"It…It is…?" Draco picked the potion up to read the hopelessly faded and torn label on the bottle but couldn't find any sign that says it was impregnation potion. But since his mother said it was, then it had to be true. Her tone did not show that she was lying about it. "But how…"

"Unlike other cheap impregnating potions, this is one of the strongest ones that can be used both for hetero and homosexual couples," Narcissa explained, remembering what Severus' notes that came along with the potion explained to her back then. "It is one of your godfather's best works. It has to be inserted through the nether regions before sexual intercourse, and success rate is usually high. I can't believe you'd use it on yourself without even finding out what it is first! What have your father been teaching you about? Obviously you weren't listening."

"I just…I just thought it was oil…" Draco replied as he lowered his head. Shit!

"Ah, well, what's done is done. No point crying over spilt milk, I suppose," Narcissa smirked, "But if you don't want your father to know about this, I suggest you better go look for an expert medi-witch or medi-wizard real quick to get rid of it. I happen to know someone who would do it for a small fee and in complete secrecy…"

"No!" Draco instinctively grabbed his still flat stomach. "I will not get rid of my baby! It is mine, Remus gave it to me, and you have no right to take it away from me!"

"I am your mother, and I have the right to do what I believe is best for you, even if it means sacrificing my chance at being a grandmother!" Narcissa shoved Draco's shoulder, making him hit the bedpost. "I will not allow my son to carry a cursed creature's child! And I'm dead sure your father will not even hear of his grandchild being a monster!"

"Then I don't want to be your son!" Draco yelled back challengingly. "You can just kick me out of the house or disown me if you want to, but I am not letting you kill our baby!"

Narcissa glared venomously at Draco. The younger blonde knew he had said something he shouldn't, but he couldn't care less. He may be in denial before about the legitimacy of the pregnancy, but hearing his mother threatening to kill the offspring of his beloved, his maternal instincts kicked in, and his heart told him to protect it at all costs, family be damned.

"You will regret saying that," Narcissa growled as she threw the test at Draco's chest and stomped out of his room, slamming it shut.

Draco picked up the test, grabbed the heaviest piece of object he could get his hands on and smashed the test, the bottle of impregnation potion and the instruction box into smithereens until he vented out all his anger before using his magic to send them into oblivion and locking himself in his room for the rest of the day, refusing to come out.