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Title: Never Easy Part III
Author: Ruby13b
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Adult Language, Sexual Content, Mpreg
Summary: Sequel to The Recovery Boys. Loose ends are tied up. New drama occurs. It's never easy for Harry and Draco.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am owned by no one. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling. I am not being paid for this.

This is a Harry/Draco fanfic. Meaning boy/boy. If you don't like don't read. You have been warned.

Harry and Draco landed in the center of the emergency room at the hospital. Harry made Draco sit while he went to speak with the receptionist. Draco sank gloomily into a chair and folded his arms across his stomach. He had a sneaking suspicion of what might be the matter with him. He only hoped that he was wrong. Then again, it was almost next to impossible. But on the other hand, if it wasn’t true, that also would be a problem. He was pretty much doomed no matter what it was.

Harry came back a moment later and sat down next to Draco. Draco lay down in his chair, curling his knees against his chest and putting his head in Harry’s lap. Harry stroked Draco’s hair lovingly. Draco sighed, closing his eyes.

“Someone will be with us in a moment, love,” Harry told him quietly. Draco nodded in response. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit,” Draco answered moodily. “How are you feeling?” Draco said this with a sarcastic tone that he didn’t even bother to hide.

Harry sighed. “Draco please, at least try to cooperate. You’re making this very difficult.”

“I’m sorry, Harry. I really am. But I’m not going to pretend like I’m happy with any of this,” Draco said.

Harry opened his mouth to say something else to Draco but was interrupted by a Healer calling them back. Harry put his arm around Draco and followed the Healer.

The Healer led them into Examination Room Number Three and told them that someone would be with them in just a moment. Harry sat down on a chair while Draco climbed onto the examination table. Draco folded his arms across his stomach and refused to look at Harry. Harry sighed and dragged his chair over so he could sit next to Draco.

Draco was busy muttering to himself under his breath. “First they tell us to wait in the big room, then they bring us to a smaller room and make us wait, and they’ll be in and out of here, and then make us wait some more. We spend half our lives waiting in hospitals.”

Harry pretended not to hear him, though he couldn’t help but agree with Draco whole-heartedly. He wouldn’t admit that to Draco. Not any time soon, at any rate.

“Draco…” Harry began, but he cut himself off. Draco turned to look at him.

“Yes?” Draco asked, somewhat sharply.

Harry looked down at his hands which were locked in his lap, searching for what he wanted to say. Draco seemed to know what Harry was trying to express, and held out one of his own hands to him. Harry took it without hesitation, stroking Draco’s fingers with his thumb.

“I know,” Draco said quietly. “You don’t have to say anything. I know.”

“You’re a real prat sometimes,” Harry told him, though Draco could hear the smile in his voice.

“Like you’re one to talk,” Draco returned evenly.

Harry kissed the back of Draco’s hand. They would make it though this, whatever it was. Harry truly believed that. He knew he would want to be with Draco forever. Draco stuck the thumb nail of his free hand in his mouth and started chewing. This was a habit Draco had newly acquired, and Harry knew that it meant he was really nervous. Harry held Draco’s hand tightly. He was bollocks at saying comforting things; he much preferred showing through action.

A moment later, a new Healer entered the room. This Healer was young- only a few years older than Harry and Draco. Draco noticed this right away, and he turned his nose up at the Healer. The Healer either didn’t notice this or was choosing to ignore Draco’s obvious disdain. Harry shot Draco a look that clearly said, "Behave." Draco sniffed and didn’t change his attitude at all.

“Now what brings you here today?” the Healer asked politely, flipping through a chart.

“Nothing,” Draco answered. “See, we saw the Healer. Can we go now?” He whined to Harry.

Harry ignored Draco altogether and answered the Healer for him.

“Draco’s been feeling a little off lately. We think it might be some sort of stomach thing. He’s been feeling nauseous and has been throwing up a little. Then he gets really hungry and eats a lot, but after he does he feels sick again. He’s been wanting to sleep all the time, and he just seems to be tired more than anything else.” Harry paused for a moment. “Is that everything?” he asked Draco.

“I think so,” Draco responded.

“Sounds like some sort of virus to me,” the young Healer told them. He looked down at his notes. “We’ll be back in a moment to run a few tests, but I really don’t think this is anything to worry about.” He left the room, still looking at his notes.

Harry turned to Draco, beaming. “Did you hear that? Just a virus. They’ll give you a couple of potions and you’ll be good as new.”

Draco, however, didn’t look convinced. He stuck his thumbnail back into his mouth. He looked more worn out than Harry had ever seen him before. Harry checked his watch. No wonder, it was 3:00 in the morning. By all rights, they should both be asleep by now. The light above them flickered dully in and out of brightness.

The young Healer came back minutes later, accompanied by two older female Healers. One of them recognized Draco right away, and she smiled at him.

“Hello, Draco,” she said. She had a kind voice, soft and smooth as silk.

“’Lo Winifred,” Draco answered.

“Not feeling well?” Winifred asked kindly. “Poor dear.” She spotted Harry and smiled at him. “And you must be Draco’s boyfriend. He talks about you constantly.”

“You know Draco?” Harry said dimly, and then kicked himself for saying that. Of course she knew Draco. She said so.

“Oh, yes. Draco is such a sweetheart. He comes to talk to me all the time. Most of the other students don’t give me the time of day."

“Oh,” Harry said. Something about this sounded like it was not quite right. Draco choosing to voluntarily talk to someone? That didn’t sound like him at all. Not that Draco was unkind; he was just never one for small talk, that’s all.

“We need you to lie down on the table, Draco,” Winifred said.

Draco did, though he kept a tight hold on Harry’s hand. The Healers began their work, casting various spells on Draco, poking and prodding him. Harry knew Draco was hating every second of this examination. Draco liked Harry touching him, but in general he wasn’t a touchy-feely person.

After a few minutes of the Healers working in silence, the other female Healer let out a sudden shriek. She jumped back, pointing at Draco and shaking like a leaf.

“There’s something in there!” she exclaimed, waving her finger.

“Marty, please!” Winifred reprimanded. “You are always so dramatic. It’s probably nothing.” Winifred moved up to take Marty’s place and bent over Draco. She looked up, her face as white as a ghost. “I’ve never seen anything like it,” she whispered. The young Healer came around to look as well. He put his hand over his mouth in disbelief.

“What is it?” Harry asked urgently, but he was ignored. All three of the Healers were staring intently at Draco. Draco fidgeted nervously under the surveillance, pulling at the front buttons of his shirt.

“Go get the Head Healer,” Winifred told the young Healer. He nodded and left the room quickly.

“What is it?” Harry asked again. “What’s wrong?” Beside him, Draco pulled himself up a little, propping himself on his elbows. He looked nervously back and forth between Harry and Winifred. Again, Winifred didn’t answer. Harry could feel himself beginning to grow angry, and he willed himself to calm down. He couldn’t believe it. No matter how hard he tried, hospitals never told him what he wanted to know.

“Harry,” he heard Draco’s voice say timorously. Harry looked back over at Draco. He was lying down again with his arms wrapped around his middle. Somewhere during the commotion, their hands had been separated.

“We’ll be back,” Winifred told them. She and the other female Healer left the room.

Harry got up and began pacing back and forth with his hands clasped behind his back. Every few seconds he glanced at the door anxiously. Draco had closed his eyes and was rubbing his stomach absentmindedly. Waiting really was the worst part. Not knowing anything, that was bad, too. Harry was greatly annoyed with the behavior of the Healers. They ought to have a little more poise than that. Though on the other hand, if what they saw really was a bizarre thing that they had never seen before, their first reactions would have been hard to hide.

Harry stopped pacing for a moment to glance at the door again. There was no sign of movement from behind it. Damn this! Harry was growing more and more distressed with each passing second.

“Harry, please sit down,” Draco said. His eyes were still closed. “You’re making me nervous and you’re making yourself into a distraught mess.”

Harry did sit down, clasping his hands in his lap. Draco peered at him from one opened eye. “Really, you turn everything into a calamity,” Draco said.

“That’s rich coming from you,” Harry said. It came out a little more snappishly than he meant it to.

Draco raised an eyebrow at him.

“Well, you are the original drama queen,” Harry muttered.

“There’s really nothing to worry about,” Draco promised. “They’ll only come back and tell us that whatever they saw inside me is going to, in fact, kill me and I have less than a day to live.”

Harry stared at Draco for a moment before he said, “If that was meant to be funny, it wasn’t at all.”

Draco merely shrugged his shoulders. That was the only response Harry got because the Healers had all returned. With them was the Head Healer. He was an older man with a kind face. He smiled at Harry and Draco as he entered the room, and then clapped his knotted hands together.

“Well, gentlemen,” he said, “well, well, well.” His voice was old and full of sleep. To Harry, he appeared to be more of the grandfather type than the Head Healer type. Draco, however, was looking at him in awe.

The Head Healer went around to one side of the examination table. Without any further introduction, he began casting the same spell on Draco that the other Healers had cast before him. He was quiet for a few moments before he straightened up and looked at the other Healers. They were all waiting anxiously for his report.

He smiled and said, “It seems your assumptions were correct. This case is going to need specialists. I will go make the appropriate contacts.” And with that he swept out of the room.

“Specialists?” Harry asked. “Why does Draco need specialists?”

“There is no easy way to say this,” the young Healer said. “So I might as well just tell you.” He held out his hand to Harry. “Congratulations, Mr. Potter, you are going to be a father.”

Harry looked at the Healer’s outstretched hand for a moment. His brain was still processing what he had just been told.

“Hang on,” Harry said shaking his head. “What?”

The Healer slowly dropped his hand. “You and Mr. Malfoy are going to be fathers.”

“What?”

“You got me pregnant, you git!” Draco exclaimed.

Harry paused for a few seconds before he completely lost it. The laughter started slowly at first, but then he was holding his sides and his face hurt from smiling too much. He suddenly realized that he was the only one laughing. He sobered up immediately.

“You can’t be serious,” Harry said, looking back and forth between Draco and the Healer.

“We are very serious, Mr. Potter. Draco is expecting.”

“But, Draco’s a boy,” Harry said, “Aren’t you?” Harry added to Draco.

“Of course I am, prat. You’ve seen me,” Draco sniffed.

“I didn’t know boys could get pregnant,” Harry said dimly.

“Usually they don’t. In fact the last male pregnancy was over…”

“A hundred years ago,” Draco interrupted dully. "So you can imagine how much information we have on the subject."

“Oh, so you know about that,” the Healer said, addressing Draco.

“I’ve come across it in my studies,” Draco replied shortly. Harry was trying to catch Draco’s eye, but Draco was refusing to look at him.

Realizing that he should excuse himself, the Healer stuttered, “We’ll leave you two alone for a moment, then.” With that, he and the two female Healers backed out of the room. The door closed with a snap, announcing that Harry and Draco were now alone.

“Draco…” Harry started.

“Don’t! Don't talk to me!” Draco snapped.

Harry rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. This was an unholy mess. Draco pregnant? Harry was still trying to grasp the idea that guys could get pregnant. It hadn’t even really dawned on him that it was his own boyfriend that was carrying a child. What could they do now, though?

Harry looked over at Draco. He was sitting on the examination table, swinging his legs back and forth hopelessly. He looked pathetic. Were they really ready for this? The idea of being able to have children with Draco thrilled him. Even if it was only one child, that was good enough. Harry had always wanted to be a father, but because of his orientation, he figured that he could only adopt, and none of those children would be his own. Not that he wouldn’t have been completely smitten with an adopted child; there just seemed to be something a little extra special about it being his own blood. His family’s blood. At that moment Draco heaved a huge sigh. Harry shook his head. When it came right down to it, they were just too young to be having children. But this would most likely never happen again, so Harry thought they ought to seize this opportunity. They might never get another one, after all.

Summoning up his legendary Gryffindor courage, Harry walked over to Draco and hoisted himself up onto the table so that he was sitting next to him. Harry reached over and laid his hand on Draco’s.

“Please,” Draco said softly. “Don’t touch me right now.”

Trying to hide his hurt and disappointment, Harry removed his hand. This ought to be a happy moment, but Draco was so unhappy it killed Harry a little inside. Why was Draco so unhappy in the first place? This wasn’t the end of the world. It was just a baby.

“Draco, I know…” Harry began, but Draco cut him off.

“Please don’t talk to me right now, either.”

Great, as if Draco wasn’t crazy enough already, the hormones from being pregnant would definitely make him crack.

“Draco,” Harry tried again. This time Draco didn’t stop him, so Harry pressed on. “I know this is bizarre and unexpected, but let’s try to make the best of the situation.”

“Easy for you to say,” Draco sneered. “You’re not the one with a kid inside of you.”

“I…I’m sorry,” Harry muttered. He didn’t know what else he could say. This wasn’t going the way it was supposed to be.

“Things like this can be fixed,” Draco said simply. Before Harry could ask what Draco meant by this, the Head Healer swept back through the door.

“We will need you back, in about two weeks,” he said, looking at his chart. “In the meantime, here is a list of guidelines.” He held out a folder containing some papers to Draco. Draco, however, didn’t take it. He was too busy staring at the wall sullenly. The Healer cleared his throat and handed the folder to Harry instead. Harry took it quickly, glaring at Draco. He was being such a baby. No come to think of it, he was having one.

The Head Healer coughed and said, “So just come back two weeks from today, any time of the day. We’ll be able to see you. Take care now.” He held out his hand to Harry and shook it tightly. He nodded to Draco, who didn’t return the gesture, and headed out of the room.

Harry and Draco were both silent for a few seconds. Harry looked down at the folder in his hands. Draco glanced over at Harry and sighed.

“Let’s go,” Draco said quietly. He slid off the table and walked out the door, Harry right behind him. Together they Apparated out of the hospital and back into the living room of their flat. Without a single word to Harry, Draco walked into the kitchen. Harry didn’t even hesitate and followed him.

Draco sat down at the kitchen table, putting his face in his hands. Tentatively, Harry came up behind him and placed his hands on Draco’s shoulders. He expected Draco to push him away, but he didn’t. Harry rubbed circles on Draco’s back. Draco turned around in the chair to look up at Harry. Harry gave him a sad sort of smile and brushed the curtain of hair out of Draco’s eyes. Draco averted his gaze to the floor. Harry cupped Draco’s face with his hand and forced Draco’s head up. Draco looked scared. Harry couldn’t blame him. He was scared, too.

“Everything’s going to be alright, sweetheart,” Harry promised.

Draco made a little choking noise and threw himself into Harry’s arms. He wasn’t crying, but he was shaking like mad. Harry scooped him up into his arms and carried him bridal style into their bedroom. He laid him down on the bed and pulled the covers over him. Harry then climbed into bed next to him, drawing Draco into his arms. Draco didn’t fight or try to resist, but he didn’t help Harry, either. Once they were situated, Harry kissed Draco soundly on the forehead.

“We do need to talk about this, you know,” Harry whispered. He felt Draco stiffen in his arms. Harry sighed. “Tomorrow, love,” Harry said. “Tomorrow.”

Harry felt Draco nod. Taking that as a reassuring sign, Harry drifted off into sleep.