I'm A Slave For You-Chp44

I'M A SLAVE FOR YOU

Draco woke up feeling sick again, his stomach had yet to settle down and it was not even three months into his pregnancy. He sighed and got up and washed for the day. He saw that it was already 10 in the morning and he had practically missed the first two classes of the day, but he couldn't care less. Besides, there was a note left on his bedside table from his Uncle Sev saying that he had taken care of things with the Headmaster and that he was excused from classes if he didn't feel up and about for it. He was definitely going to take advantage of that privilege. The last thing he wanted was to end up puking his guts out all over the classroom floor every 5 minutes.

He wondered how Remus was doing. Was he alright? Had his Father done something to him? Or worse…was he even still alive? He wanted to go back and get him but he knew he had to protect his baby. He dressed and went to the library to read something to kill time before coming to the Great Hall to lunch. Surprising everyone at the Gryffindor table, Draco came and sat between Ron and Hermione, and not his own house, for they more or less shunned him now. Everyone in all houses whispered incredulously to each other about Draco's sudden change of behavior, but so far, only Ron and Hermione didn't seem to be bothered about it.

"How're you doing now? Everything alright?" Hermione asked in concern. So far, among the students, only the Old Married Couple knew of his 'dirty little secret', and he'd like to keep it that way.

"You didn't get rid of the baby, did you?" Ron asked worriedly.

"Keep that to yourself, weasel!" Draco hushed, his face flushed and his eyes glaring venomously at the redhead. He then shook his head and replied to Hermione, "I still feel sick and I am worried about Remus."

"Hey, I only meant it out of concern," Ron held up his hands in surrender. "It was Mione who's so intent to tell you to get rid of it…"

"Yes, Ron. Make me the devil of this outfit," Hermione rolled her eyes sarcastically and patted Draco's shoulder. "Try to not think too much about it. It's bad for the baby to have so much stress."

"But what if…" Draco bit his lip, hesitant to speak his mind for a moment before continuing, "What if Father had done something to him? What'll I do then?"

"I'm sure Prof. Snape would be able to come up with something," Ron popped a piece of custard pie into his mouth. He tried offering one to Draco but the blonde declined. He took a sip of hot chocolate to wash down the pie before continuing, "The most important thing right now is you n your baby's health…or 'babies' if Mione's right about you having multiples."

"Please do not remind me," Draco groaned as he sat his head on the table, his lost appetite even more lost with that horrifying fact.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but there is something you need to know," Hermione noted as she helped herself to some mash potatoes.

"If it has anything to do with the term 'Kicking a dog when it's down', I've got it hands down, since I've done it one time," Draco grumbled sarcastically.

"No, that's not what I want to tell you," Hermione sighed. "It's regarding the babies you're carrying. Let's meet up at Moaning Myrtle's bathroom later after lunch."

Thus, after lunch (which Draco didn't eat much except a piece of toast and some pumpkin juice), the trio made their way quickly to the haunted bathroom. They greeted Moaning Myrtle and Hermione politely told the ghost girl to leave (promising her that she would tell Harry to bring her favourite dandelions freshly plucked for her weekly tribute) before casting a Silencing Charm all over the area.

"So? What is it that is so hush-hush that we need to speak here?" Draco folded his arms across his chest.

"Would you rather I told you in front of everyone at the Great Hall?" Hermione raised a brow.

"Don't tempt me, Mud…" the blonde stopped short of what he wanted to call her with a stern gaze from Ron, "I mean, Granger. I'm not in a good mood right now."

"Do you have to tell him now in his stressed condition?" Ron asked his fiancé warily.

"Better now than never," Hermione noted dourly.

"Hmm? What is it now?" Draco demanded. "Am I going to have a dozen of them babies or something?"

"No, that's anatomically impossible," Hermione rolled her eyes in defeat. "It's regarding the nature of your pregnancy. According to the ancient laws, it's forbidden for a werewolf to breed with humans. Werewolves are cursed beings that are considered something that shouldn't have existed at all, but thanks to the Protection Act for Magical Beings, they were spared from being entirely eliminated. Rather than going on a wolf hunt to strike them out of existence, they decided that they should just die out naturally and give in to extinction, thus the strict rule of breeding with humans. In fact, most people who are discovered to be werewolves are quickly captured and sterilized before releasing them out."

"We think that possibly the slave business didn't think it would matter to sterilize Remus since he's only half a werewolf," Ron continued, "but now that you're pregnant with his kids, the Ministry is definitely going to have a field day with your case."

"Oh great, now they are going to sterilize him…" Draco groaned, then it hit him. "Wait. What exactly does sterilizing do?

"Well, I'm not sure how you do it in the wizarding world," Hermione went straight to Human-encyclopedia mode, "but in the Muggle world, when someone doesn't want a pet to go around breeding all over the plc, or when someone decided they don't want children or have had enough, they go to a doctor and they perform surgeries to severe and block the passageway that produces the sperm or the eggs. That way no matter how many times they do it, they won't get pregnant or impregnate anybody."

"NO~!!!" Draco exclaimed in horror. "No, no, no! They…They can't do that!!!"

"Hey, easy, Draco," Ron put his hands on his shoulders to calm him down.

"I haven't even told you the worst part," Hermione continued in a guilty, awkward tone. "I won't sugar-coat it for you but if the Ministry knew your condition and the real father, they might…make you abort the cubs either way, no matter how much you want to keep them."

"I don't freaking care about the pregnancy or having more children or not, or the sterilizing," Draco sobbed, putting his arms around his middle, "but they can sure go fuck themselves before I will let them abort my baby!"

"I know, it wouldn't be fair for you either. But this is something you have to know," Hermione said as she took Draco in her arms to calm him. "I'm sorry but I had to tell you. It's best if you're prepared."

"I told you, Mione, you shouldn't tell him…" Ron started but was stopped by Hermione's dagger-like gaze.

"Shut it, Ron. I feel bad as it is."

"I have to get away, I have to do something," Draco muttered in an almost incoherent crazed tone, mostly to himself. "I have to get Remus and run."

"Now don't be stupid," Hermione reprimanded him, trying to knock him back to his senses. "Didn't Prof. Snape promise you he'll do something about Remus?"

"But how? Buy him?" Draco retaliated, his silver orbs going glassy, brimming with tears. "Father has more money than Uncle Sev, and plus he wouldn't give him to Uncle Sev, period! I know him, Granger! He's not going to just agree happily if Uncle Sev marches right to the door asking for ownership of Remus! He's my Father, and I know him too well!"

"I dunno," Ron scratched his chin nervously, feeling a little awkward to see the usual calm and collected Draco Malfoy screaming his head off. "As much as I hate to admit it, Prof. Snape is a smart git. He'll think of something. Right now, your baby is important. Do you want to lose you and Remus' lovechild exerting yourself like this?"

"Well, excuse me for not having a one-track mind like you, Weasel!!" Draco snapped at the redhead, forcing him to back away. Ron frowned.

"We know that you're upset, Draco. You think this is not affecting us as well? You're our friend. Well, maybe not our best friend, but you're our friend nonetheless, and you're up the duff and not exactly in tip-top shape. You think we're not upset as well seeing you like this? Bloody hell, I'm feeling like a part of me is just tearing apart and falling into pieces just thinking of you being so uptight like this and risking your pregnancy and your health! You think we actually like seeing you like this??"

"You're not the one pregnant!! You're not the one knocked up and having to worry every second of your life thinking that your lover is at the mercy of your father who could just eliminate him with a snap of a finger!! How would you fucking understand how I feel?!"

"Stop it, Ron! You are not helping!" Hermione pushed Ron aside, trying to hold Draco back from lashing out at him. She wrapped her arms around Draco tight and urged, "Calm down. For the sake of your cubs, you have to stop being such a nervous wreck and calm down!!"

Draco struggled for a moment until he couldn't hold back the aching feeling in his heart any longer. He took a breath and then outright sobbed his guts out, the tears falling freely down his fair skin. His sobs grew louder and louder to the point where he was practically wailing in agony, letting out everything that was pent up within him. He cried and cried until he could no longer stand properly. He fell onto his knees and continued to whimper, with Hermione hugging him closer like a mother would to a child throwing a tantrum.

"Shh, shh, shh…It's OK, Draco. Everything will work out fine. Just don't think about it. You've got us and you've got Harry and Prof. Snape. Let us help you worry about it, alright?"

While Draco was still reduced to a sobbing, teary mess, Hermione gave Ron a knowing look. Ron nodded and knelt in front of the blonde, whispering a Sleeping Spell into Draco's ear. It sounded almost like a lullaby and soon, Draco sagged against Hermione as the spell took effect, the last of his tears streaking down his face. The Old Married Couple heaved a sigh of relief.

"Thank Merlin that's over," Ron sighed in relief as the atmosphere finally gone down to a comfortable silence. "Never thought I'd see the day Draco Malfoy would act like an insecure child and crying his head off."

"It's just the mood-swings talking," Hermione said. "For his condition, it's practically normal. Just carry him to our house. He can sleep on your bed for a while."

"Right," Ron nodded as he picked Draco up and off Hermione's arms and carried him piggy back all the way to the Gryffindor house, ignoring the surprised looks and stares of passers-by. Hermione spoke the password and they both entered the boys' dorm before Ron dropped him carefully onto his bed and pulled the covers over him.

Both of them wished they were right about putting their faith and trust on Prof. Snape.

--:--

Severus knocked on the large oak door and sighed as he waited for an answer. As much as he hated to do this, Draco needed somewhere away from school and his old home, especially when he is in this condition. He reflected on his discussion with Albus Dumbledore (after that secret romp with Harry, that is) on how to accommodate his godson's condition…

FLASHBACK BEGINS…

"This is quite a predicament we're having here," Albus rubbed his chin thoughtfully after Severus finished his tale.

"Yes, well, the child had the unfortunate luck of inheriting a bit of his father's carelessness, I suppose," Severus sighed regretfully. "Whenever that man had hormones in his mind, everything else goes out the window."

"Well, I must be honest with you, Severus. Normally in this situation, students who are caught pregnant during school years are usually immediately expelled. If not, the lightest punishment they might get would probably be suspension until they have done carrying the child to term, and even that, they had to go through many procedures of reapplication and reevaluation by the school board before even allowed to continue their studies where they left off."

"I'm very well aware of that. And that is exactly what I truly wish to avoid. I usually do not play favourites even among my own students, but Draco has been through enough having to face disowning by his own family and also is under the threat of danger by the Ministry for carrying a forbidden child. To let him know that he is being expelled at the prime of his youth is not something I would like to relay, especially in his condition right now."

"True," Albus nodded in agreement. "To ask him to abort the child he is carrying is also risky because there is a high chance it might take a toll on his body more than it would if he carried the child to term."

Severus massaged his temples, trying to relieve a phantom headache. Why, oh, why does everything bizarre and out of the norm always have to revolve around my side of the family? Severus thought helplessly.

"Well, I can always arrange for a private tutor to tutor him so that he can catch up with his fellow peers, and then if he is lucky, he might make it to attend exams with them after he recovers from birth," Albus replied. "I know a respectable lady who has the best teaching skills available and practice the term 'Mum's the word' on Draco's condition. But you must convince at least one of young Malfoy's parents to write and sign a letter stating why Draco can no longer go to school and requires a private tutor for the time being."

"I can always write the letter myself and ask the mother to sign it," Severus offered. "She may not be the best mother in the whole world, but I know what right buttons to push to get her to do things for me. But, if you don't mind me asking, who are you going to assign as Draco's private tutor?"

"You will know in due time," Albus smiled in his own mysterious twinkling way that made Severus seriously doubt it was anyone normal. "Oh, before I forget, you must try to find another suitable quarter for young Malfoy to live in. Your place definitely would not do."

"I agree. There is no doubt that sooner or later, the cat will be out of the bag. Draco and his child's life might be in jeopardy if the Ministry gets a hold of them."

"Have you any thoughts of who you might assign Draco to?"

Severus shook his head, "My biological extended families have either all passed on or lost touch, and none of Draco's extended families are trustworthy enough."

"Have you considered someone who would at least be the last place the Ministry would ever consider looking?" Albus tried to hint on him, although it's evident in the old man's eyes who his best candidate was.

"Well, not really, but…" Severus read between the lines of Albus' question and was quite startled. "Oh no, not him! Albus, you cannot possibly suggest…"

"Do you even have a choice in that matter?"

Severus hated it when the old geezer was right.

FLASHBACK ENDS…

Sirius was chugging down his last bottle of burgundy when he heard the infernal knock on his door. He grumbled and stomped towards the front door before opening it with stale alcohol in his breath.

"I said I don't want any paper subscription!"

"Classy as ever, Black." Severus commented, leaning back from the stench.

"Oh, it's you, Snivellus," Sirius' angry face immediately drooped into a bored look and leaned against the door frame. "Whaddaya want?"

"To talk to you, of course," Severus replied dourly, his black orbs travelling up and down Sirius' unsightly demeanour. "But obviously that is too much to ask from you."

"Why would I want to talk to a lowlife like you?"

"It is about your nephew Draco. He needs somewhere to stay."

"Hasn't he got his own freakin' home to stay?" Sirius' tone sounded impatient, as if he was still not willing to let Severus in the house to carry on with the conversation properly. "What's it got to do with me?"

"Well, as you can tell from my presence here—as much as I loathe it—I am here to ask of your favour to let him bunk in, so to speak."

"Why should I let him stay in my home?"

"There has been…a problem."

"What problem?" Sirius asked uncaringly as he emptied his bottle of burgundy.

"He is with child."

That blatant statement sobered him up a little as his widened for a while before staring at Severus in disbelief.

"By his sex slave, as a matter of fact," Severus finished his sentence.

Without warning, Sirius suddenly grabbed Severus by the collar and dragged him in the house before slamming the door. Severus straightened his collar, slightly amused that he had finally got the drunkard's attention and finally got invited, in a manner of speaking, into the house rather than having to carry on with this embarrassing conversation outside for everyone to hear. Sirius stomped towards the Potions Master and glared darkly at him.

"You better not be shitting me, or I swear…"

"Do you think I would jest about such thing?" Severus raised a brow.

As much as he hated to admit it, Sirius knew much about Severus not to joke about such things. He inched away from Severus and continued to take in mouthfuls of burgundy, muttering, "Fair enough. Well, how did Drake get knocked up by that slave anyhow?"

"He stole a potion from me and," Severus rolled his eyes at this, "despite the fact that I have always told him to know what he is using, he used a pregnancy potion because he thought it was lubricant oil or something."

"Hah!" Sirius guffawed. "I always knew Drake was a dumb blonde like his mother. So what's it gotta do with me? It's a slave's child. Can't you help him whip up an abortion potion or something?"

"That is it. Draco refused it. He wants to keep the child. I even dueled against Lucius to have him in my custody rather than letting that cold-blooded son of a bitch do things against the boy's will."

"Of all the things he had to inherit, he had to inherit your touchy-feely attitude," Sirius sneered in disgust. "Give him an Imperius Curse or something. Make him drink the damn potion. How dumb can he be, trying to keep a slave's child? How dumb can you be, allowing him to carry on with this charade?"

"I am not going to kill my godson's child, Black. You may be heartless enough to sell your mother to the business, as I have no doubt you would, but I am not."

"You didn't tell me exactly why he needs to stay at my place when his house would suffice."

"For starters, Lucius will not have him there. If he sets one foot into that house, Lucius would no doubt tie him up to a stake or something and force-feed him with abortion potion."

"Not good enough. Unless you tell me that Drake has gotten knocked up by a werewolf or something, I won't help."

"Half-wolf, to be exact."

Sirius' eyes widened until it looked like it was going to fall out of its sockets. He had meant that last statement as a joke, but he didn't think he had hit the jackpot.

"You mean to tell me that sex slave he got for his birthday that day is a half-breed??"

"Yes," Severus replied in a as-a-matter-of-fact way.

"Lucius should be hanged for this!" Sirius exclaimed, flailing his arms in shock. "He should've sterilized the half-breed as soon as he got him! What was that idiot thinking?! Now look what he's done to the kid?!"

"Apparently without thinking, he got his kid pregnant."

"And lemme guess," Sirius finally got the picture. "You want me to hide Drake here because of his forbidden pregnancy."

"Precisely."

"Can't you let him stay in your place? Or in the school?" Sirius raised a brow.

"No," Severus shook his head. "Those will be the first place they'd look for him, since I'm the closest relative he's got. You have never made much of lasting impression on anyone other than those closest to you either by blood or by status, much less with the Ministry, so you are the last on their list, right after the boogey monster."

"I dunno whether that's a compliment or not," Sirius glared at Severus skeptically before looking away. "Still, you won't get help from me. I never get involved with anything that has no concern over me."

"Well then," Severus smirked, half-expecting Sirius to be a tough cookie to crack. "What about I tell Cornelius that his daughter, Emily's virginity was taken but none other than Sirius Black?"

Sirius spun round and narrowed his eyes in fury, "You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh, and also how her child may not be her husband's."

"It was just a one night stand!" Sirius bellowed. "She was the slut in the first place, barging into that bar dressed in that scantily-clad clothes on the night before her supposed wedding when she was supposed to be at her own bachelorette party! She was the one who offered herself to us, saying that she wanted to make up for her husband not inviting us to his bachelor party! She was fucked by everyone else as well during that time! You have no proof!"

While Sirius was screaming his head off in denial, Severus had produced a sheet of papyrus showing a family tree. Sirius recognized that style of drawing too well, as he also had one just like that in his study, only his was bigger. It was created out of the lineage potion and if made correctly, produces a 100 percent accurate result of the family tree you are researching on. Knowing Severus' expertise as a Potions Master, that sheet of papyrus Severus was holding definitely held the key to Sirius' downfall as he saw Cornelius' daughter, Emily's name on it, with a child's name that was linked to a sole branch that stuck out between Emily and her husband with his full name written all over it.

"Hmm, how did a fair girl like her and blonde boy get a dark-haired child, I wonder…" Severus pretended to ponder innocently, all the while his black orbs gazed occasionally in amusement at Sirius' reaction.

"You son of a bitch!!!" Sirius yelled as he threw his empty bottle at Severus, which only nicked him by the cheek slightly before smashing against the wall behind him. Severus could tell Sirius was trying to fight the urge to punch his lights out lest he did something stupid to offend the person who had his fate literally held in his hands.

"Do you agree?"

Sirius breathed heavily in anger before taking a deep breath and yelled, "Alright! Fine! I'll take that dumb blonde of a nephew in, if that's what you want! Happy now?!"

"Most certainly," Severus replied, pocketing the papyrus. "Your secret's safe with me, don't worry."

"I've agreed to your terms, so you bloody well keep to yours! Bring him whenever you want, the later the better!" Sirius growled and used his wand to open the door. "Now get out of my house before I change my mind!"

"Very well, although I doubt you would anytime soon," Severus replied and left with a satisfied smug. He barely even registered the door slammed rudely behind his wake as he made his way behind the house to get his broom from one of Sirius' hired help and flew off towards the direction of Hogwarts.

Sirius waited until he could no longer feel Severus' presence in the vicinity of his house before massaging his temple. All that forced sobering up made his head hurt.

"Gods, I need another burgundy…" Sirius' voice trailed away as he stomped off to the wine cellar.