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Title: Never Easy Part IV
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 felt excited when he woke the next morning. He wasn’t entirely certain why he was excited, though. He stole a quick look at Draco, who was nestled in the blankets breathing heavily in his sleep. Harry beamed at him and leaned down to kiss him lightly on the forehead. Draco stirred but didn’t wake. Harry sauntered out of the bedroom happily and into the kitchen. He busied himself with making eggs and toast and pouring a huge glass of orange juice. He then put the food on a tray and carried it into the bedroom.

Draco was spread out lavishly on the bed and Harry couldn’t help but be reminded of a large sleeping cat. Grinning to himself, Harry set the tray down on the nightstand.  Swooping down, he gave Draco a very firm kiss on the mouth.

Draco moaned, trying to break free, and he mumbled, “Harry!” Draco pulled himself up, propping himself on his elbows and glaring at Harry through his curtain of messy blond hair. Harry grinned at Draco and set the tray of food down in front of him. Draco looked at the food as if it were some sort of foreign object.

“Eat,” Harry told him. “I’m leaving in a few minutes for work and I’ll be back later.”

“Just a moment there.” Draco frowned. “I work today, too.”

“Oh, well,” Harry said slowly, “I just thought you would take the day off because of recent events.”

“I’m pregnant, Potter, not dying,” Draco grumbled, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing up. The tray of food was left on the bed, forgotten. Draco began getting dressed. Harry had never seen him take such a short amount of time to get ready. Draco’s speed today rivaled his own. In fact, Draco had simply put on what he had been wearing the day before. Harry stared at him. Draco had never done that before. Harry tried to push away the feeling of rejection that suddenly overcame him, but it wasn’t easy. It was never easy.

“Harry?” Draco suddenly said. He was buttoning up the last button of his shirt.

“Yes?” Harry answered, confused.

“Have I told you lately that I love you?” Draco asked, looking into the mirror and running his fingers through his hair to comb it.

“Errrr, no,” Harry said.

“There’s a reason for that,” Draco said coldly. “Fix it.”

And with not a word more, Draco left the room and the entire flat as well. Harry had to run to catch up with him halfway down the block.

“Draco!” Harry called. “Hang on!” Harry tried to catch Draco by the arm, but Draco growled and snatched his arm away from Harry.

“Don’t touch me!” Draco snarled. “Don’t touch me, don’t talk to me, don’t even look at me for too long!” Draco stalked off, muttering to himself. Harry was left alone and very much confused. He shook his head and continued on his way.

When Harry got to the coffee shop, Draco was already perched on top of the fridge, eating a bagel.  He was glaring at no one in particular and was eating his bagel as if it was the bagel who had wronged him. Harry nervously passed him on his way to the computer to sign in.

“Trouble in paradise?” Marilyn smirked. Harry ignored her. “Draco, hon, please stop sneering at people; you’re scaring customers away.” Draco gave her a dirty look and continued eating his bagel. Marilyn laughed a little. She obviously thought that Harry and Draco were only in the middle of a small spat that they would work out.

“Draco,” Harry began.

“Not one word, Potter!” Draco growled.

“Wow, kiddo,” Marilyn grinned at Harry. “What did you do to him?”

“I didn’t do anything to him!” Harry exclaimed indignantly, pointing at Draco.

“Oh yes he did!” Draco insisted.

“You can hardly blame that on me! I didn’t know!”

“You should have!” Draco hissed.

“You didn’t know, either,” Harry pointed out. He wasn’t about to take the entire responsibility for this one.

“True,” Draco agreed. “But it’s mostly your fault.”

“That doesn’t even make any sense.”

“It does to me.”

They stopped yelling for a moment. Both of them were breathing heavily and glaring daggers at each other. Not a sound was uttered in the shop. All eyes were on Harry and Draco. Marilyn was looking back and forth between them, bewildered.

“Did I miss something?” she asked. Draco sniffed and looked away, his cheeks red.

“Draco,” Harry tried again.

“Don’t try to reason with me right now, Potter,” Draco snapped. “You’ll find that I’m not very reasonable at the moment.”

“You can say that again,” Harry muttered. Draco let the comment slide.

“Uh, boys? I hate to interrupt the moment, but the milk’s here,” Marilyn told them.

“I’ll take it downstairs,” Draco volunteered immediately, jumping down from the fridge.

“Oh, no,” Harry said, “You’re not lifting all that milk down the stairs by yourself.”

“I’ve done it before,” Draco responded casually.

“It’s different now,” Harry told him firmly. He suddenly felt like he was speaking to a three year old. Great, soon he would have two babies to take care of.

“I can handle it, Potter,” Draco said. “Now, bugger off!”

“It’s too heavy. What if you fall?” This was starting to make Harry very nervous. He didn’t like the idea of something happening to Draco and the baby. He had heard of miscarriages happening because of  women falling down a flight of stairs.

“Then I fall,” Draco said plainly.

“Harry, let Draco do it,” Marilyn cut in, handing the plastic basket to carry the milk downstairs to Draco. “Honestly, you’re acting like he’s pregnant or something.”

Draco dropped the basket.

“You’re not,” Marilyn said slowly, “Are you?” It was apparent that she was joking.

Draco recovered quickly from the shock. “Don’t be stupid,” Draco huffed, picking the basket back up. “Boys don’t get pregnant.” He stalked moodily out the door.

“Really, what’s wrong with him?” Marilyn asked. She looked like she was starting to get worried now.

“It’s nothing life threatening,” Harry assured her. “I do need to go help him before he kills himself.” And our baby, Harry added silently.

Harry left the coffee shop. He found Draco halfway down the stairs to the basement, carrying the milk. Harry had to forcefully try to take the milk from him, but Draco put up a fight. It ended with Harry carrying one half while Draco had the other. Together they lugged the milk the rest of the way. They set the basket down heavily in front of the basement refrigerator.  Harry turned to Draco, glaring. Draco returned the look with just as much disgust.

“Seriously, Draco, this is getting ridiculous,” Harry told him. “This isn’t the end of the world, you know.”

“Yes it is!” Draco insisted. “Everything is going to change. I’ve got a kid inside of me, Harry! A kid! We’re just kids ourselves.”

“I know people younger than us with children,” Harry lied. Though, if truth be told, he also believed they were too young to be having babies. But, as he had decided before, they would probably never get another chance. Harry moved a little closer to Draco.

“Harry,” Draco said weakly. He was close to tears. “I’m scared.”

Harry lifted his hand to caress the side of Draco’s face.

“I know, love,” Harry said softly, stroking Draco’s cheek with his thumb. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared, too.”

“That Lestrange bitch is still out there,” Draco said out of the blue. “I’ll be easier to catch if I’m pregnant.”

“I’ll protect you,” Harry promised.

“You won’t be able to protect me forever.”

Harry hadn’t known that Draco still worried that Bellatrix was still out there. After two years, she still hadn’t been caught. Most people presumed her to be dead. Harry would liked to have thought that, too. Though the rational part of his head knew that couldn’t be the case. She was still out there; they were never going to be rid of her. She was waiting for her moment to strike again. Harry shook Bellatrix out of his head and focused his attention back on Draco. Harry smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring way.

“Draco, let’s not worry until there’s something to worry about. Alright, love?”

Draco didn’t look convinced but he nodded shakily, anyway. A single tear rolled down the side of his face. Harry couldn’t stand it anymore. He pulled Draco into him, wrapping his arms around the shaking boy. Draco clenched the loose material of Harry’s shirt in his hand and buried his face in the crook of Harry’s neck. Harry just held him for awhile. This was turning out to be worse than he thought, much worse. Still, there was no way Harry was going to give up. That just wasn’t in his nature. He would be sure to see this thing through to the end.

“We will make it through this,” Harry said finally.

“How do you know?” Draco mumbled into his neck.

“Because we’ve made it through everything else,” Harry said, pulling back a little and sweeping Draco’s hair out of his eyes. “Nothing’s going to happen to you or our baby.”

Draco stiffened slightly at the mention of the baby. But he relaxed again and nodded. Harry kissed the top of his head. Draco nuzzled his face into Harry’s neck like a cat and sighed shakily. He seemed to be trying desperately to get a hold of himself. Harry held him for a few more moments before saying, “We need to get back up there before Marilyn convinces herself that we’ve killed each other.”

Draco gave a trembling laugh and nodded, pulling completely away from Harry. Harry snaked his arm around Draco’s waist and led him up the stairs and back into the coffee shop.

Marilyn was beside herself with worry. “Alright you two,” she said, pointing at them the moment they walked in the door. “Explain yourselves.”

Harry glanced at Draco. “Can I tell her?” he asked.

Draco shrugged. “She’s going to find out eventually.”

Draco went up to the register to take orders while Harry pulled Marilyn aside. He leaned against the refrigerator, taking a deep breath. He opened his mouth, wondering how he could really explain this.  It wasn’t something someone heard in normal everyday conversation.

“Draco is…expecting,” Harry told her quietly. He felt that was the best way of putting it.

Marilyn looked at him like he had just told her that Draco was really a goblin. Harry could see Marilyn trying to make sense of what he had said.

“Expecting…expecting what?” she said slowly.

Halfway in the river, Harry thought. Time to jump in. “A…baby…”

“A WHAT!?” Marilyn shrieked. The entire coffee shop went quiet. “Heh, sorry,” Marilyn said sheepishly. “What ?” she repeated quietly.

“You heard me,” Harry said dully.

“But…but,” she seemed to be having difficulty grasping the concept. “He’s a guy…isn’t he?”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh at that. He had asked the same thing. “Yes, he is a guy, and he is pregnant.”

“I was just joking before. I didn’t know wizards could get pregnant,” Marilyn said, looking around to make sure no one was listening in on their conversation.

“I didn’t know, either,” Harry admitted. “And I think Draco said that the last male pregnancy was over a hundred years ago.”

Marilyn smiled. “You’re going to be a daddy!” she said happily. “That’s so exciting.”

Harry beamed at her. “I know, it really is. Though it hasn’t truly sunk in yet. I only hope Draco…”

Harry was cut off by Draco saying very coldly, “You want to come back here and do it instead? Come on!”

Harry looked over to see Draco glaring at a woman. It appeared that he was in the middle of putting cream cheese on a bagel. The woman happened to be very much pregnant. Harry always disliked when pregnant ladies came into the shop. He could never figure out if they acted the way they did because they were pregnant, or if they just had gorgeous personalities to begin with. Either way, Harry didn’t like it. And from the looks of it, Draco wasn’t too pleased, either.

“Young man, I’ll thank you not to talk to me in such a manner!” the woman said snobbishly.

“Listen, lady,” Draco sneered. “Just because you’re pregnant, doesn’t mean the world revolves around you!”

Though Harry couldn’t have agreed with Draco more on that one, he took that as he cue to intervene. He stepped up to Draco and put a hand on his shoulder. Draco shrugged it off. “Get off me, Potter!”Draco hissed.

“Draco,” Harry warned, but Draco wasn’t going to have any of it. He was glaring daggers at the woman. If looks could kill, she would have been dead ten times before she hit the ground. Though luckily (for the woman at least) Draco didn’t possess such a happy power.

“You’ll just never know the pain of carrying a child,” the woman said nastily.

All of the mugs on the top shelf suddenly shattered.

“Draco!” Harry exclaimed. Harry had never seen Draco lose control of his magic like that before.

Draco was breathing very heavily. He had his eyes closed and his hands were clenched into fists. Harry turned to the woman.

“It would be best if you leave,” he said, handing her the bagel in a bag. She huffed a huge dramatic sigh and left the shop. Harry turned back to Draco. “Draco, love,” Harry breathed, “You need to calm down, alright? This isn’t good for the baby.”

Draco opened his eyes and nodded. “I need some fresh air,” he said, and he walked out the back door into the alley way. Harry considered for a moment following him, but decided against it. Draco obviously needed some time alone. Harry wasn’t about to deny him that.

“You up for some plastic cup volleyball?” Marilyn asked, holding up a plastic cup.

“No thanks,” Harry answered distractedly.

“Well then, do you want to play ice rockets?”

Harry shook his head no. He was still staring off in the direction where Draco had gone.

“Wanna name people?” Marilyn offered, though she seemed to be getting the hint that their usual coffee shop games wouldn’t cheer Harry up.

“It’s alright, Mare,” Harry told her, trying to smile.

Draco came back in seconds later.

“I think I should go home,” he said to them. He didn’t look at either of them.

“You do what you have to do, baby,” Marilyn said.

Harry tried to get Draco to look at him, but he wouldn’t. “Do you want me to come with you?” Harry asked. Draco shook his head.

“I think I need some alone time,” Draco mumbled. He appeared conflicted about something. This worried Harry, and he wished that Draco would let him in.

“Alright,” Harry said, feeling a little rejected. “I’ll be home by seven.” Draco nodded and left, shuffling and dragging his feet.

Marilyn gave him a look. “He’ll be alright,” Harry assured her. He only hoped he was right.

                                                                   ~~~

Marilyn let Harry leave at 6:00 instead of 6:30. She would have let him leave earlier but the shop got suddenly very busy and she needed his help. But as soon as it had quieted down, she pushed him out the door, saying to go take care of Draco. Harry had no objections there. He ran all the way to their flat.

“Draco!” Harry called the moment he opened the door. “Draco, I’m home!”

There was no response.

“Draco?” Harry called again. “Where are you?”

Nothing again.

Harry checked the entire apartment. Draco was nowhere to be found. Harry was starting to feel nervous. Had someone gotten him on his way home? Was he being held prisoner? Was it…her, again? Draco had spoken of her earlier that day. Had he known something? Harry was seriously considering putting out a missing person’s report when Draco stumbled through the door.

“Draco, there you are! Where have you…” Harry stopped, taking Draco in. “Draco, are you drunk? Have you been drinking?”

“No,” Draco denied. He was so obviously intoxicated, though.

“Draco, what the hell?” Harry exclaimed. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“Uh,” Draco moaned, slumping down onto the couch. “What the hell was I drinking?”

“Have you gone mental?” Harry yelled. “Are you trying to kill our baby?”

Draco’s eyes flashed dangerously.

“Our baby!” Draco mocked. “Our baby! Didn’t you ever think that maybe I don’t want this stupid fucking baby?”

Harry was shocked. He knew that Draco was not entirely pleased with the whole situation, but he had never thought that Draco wanted to get rid of it. That was too much for Harry to handle.

“You… you can’t be serious,” Harry finally stumbled.

“I can assure you I am,” Draco hiccupped. He was really drunk. “I never wanted this baby. I don’t want it and I don’t want to keep it.”

“Draco…” Harry said. He could feel the hot tears starting to form in his eyes. This was breaking his heart. Draco not keeping the baby, that meant he would never be a true father. No, this couldn’t be real. Draco couldn’t really want to give up the only chance they had to have a child. A child of their own.

“Stop it, Potter,” Draco said coldly. “You’re acting like a girl. We can’t have a baby and you know it. A baby would only ruin everything.”

“That’s not true!” Harry exclaimed. Draco looked at him. “Being a parent is one of the most important things a person can do with their life. Don’t you see, Draco? We could have our own family. We could be the parents that we never had. Don’t you want that chance?”

Draco appeared to be considering Harry’s words for a moment before he shook his head, saying, “No, I can’t and I won’t! And you can’t make me!”

“Fine!” Harry snarled. This wasn’t going anywhere. “Kill it! Along with yourself! See if I care!”

And with that, Harry stormed out of the apartment. He didn’t even bother to take a glance back to see how his words had affected Draco.