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"You're what!?" Pansy sputters her wine in a very inelegant, un-Pansy way.
Draco winced slightly, staring at his own untouched wine glass. The sole reason for Pansy choking on her wine.
Ok maybe not the sole reason, as Pansy had merely asked why he hadn't touched his glass all evening on their monthly "Slytherin movie night" they have one Saturday, of every month, which Blaise had to leave halfway through because his this month's girlfriend was home alone and Draco had had a moment of horror thinking Blaise was dating a minor , but Blaise had merely rolled his eyes and told him that the other two girls she shared the apartment with were out and she was definitely not a minor.
Anyways, back to the glass in question. As soon as Pansy had asked him the question, Draco had blurted out the first thing that came to his mind, which was apparently the pure, unadulterated truth, "I'm pregnant."
Pansy spent a few seconds getting her breathing normal, then the next few imitating the two gold fish she used to have in the aquarium back at her old apartment.
"Is it Potter's?" She finally managed to ask. Which made him slightly annoyed that she'd think it was not his boyfriend's.
Draco scoffed at that thought. His boyfriend's baby. His sort of, "kinda dating, kinda in a relationship, kinda going with the flow" boyfriend. The same boyfriend that he had gotten together with mere 3 weeks back - well, 18 days to be exact - and slept for the first time with 16 days back. He was counting merely to remember their anniversary (hopefully there would be one).
So he guesses Pansy having her doubts is pretty valid. Even though she knows he wouldn't cheat on his partner, but it could've been from someone Draco had been with before that. But the fact that the last sexual encounter Draco had before Harry, was a blowjob in a club loos almost 6 months back, was not something Draco was going to tell her.
"Of course it is, Pans" he replies nonetheless.
"Are you certain, Drake? because don't the symptoms take longer than that to show?" - Because Pansy somehow knows when was their first time - Draco isn't even going to question about how she knows it - She asks, her voice comforting and encouraging, like she wants to get the truth out of him, and is going to support him no matter what the truth is. Draco is simultaneously touched and irritated by that.
"I am a hundred percent certain, Pansy." Draco replies. The use of her name, rather than nickname, making it clear he was seriously getting annoyed with her suspicion, no matter how legit it might've been. "Yes the symptoms usually take longer. No, I haven't shown any symptoms yet" he continues, "and I'll save you the trouble of asking me how I know without experiencing any symptoms. I was brewing a bloody pregnancy test portion for a patient and instead of turning translucent green, it turned glittering purple! All the three times!"
"Ok Drake." Pansy says, seemingly unaffected by his outburst. "It's Potter's baby. What are you planning to do now?"
He finally sags into the couch. "I don't know, Pans." He replies much quieter now. "How do you tell your recently archnemesis -turned friend- turned boyfriend, that you're going to be parents? Not even 3 weeks after getting into a relationship? That too without taking any fertility portions.
"What great outcome can come out of that? He'll either think I'm lying about it being his kid. Or worse, he might want to get the child's magical signature checked to see if it matches his, and when the tests show that it is, he'll think I took the portions without telling him, afterall, why else would I take a pregnancy test without any symptoms? Unless to check whether my great evil plan of tying the "Saviour of the Wizarding world" permanently to a selfish death eater like myself, has worked or not. That's what Weasley's been telling him every time they meet. Even if I'm standing right beside Harry.
"Then there is the Weaslette announcing the fact that she's finally ready to take a break from professional quidditch and start a family. Even though she is currently single, she finds a way to throw that out there any time Harry is in hearing range." He briefly wonders whether excessive ranting is an effect of pregnancy.
"Drake, these are all things that the others think" Pansy says, sounding like the mature woman that she has grown into after Hogwarts. "What Weasley thinks about you, or what Weaslette wants to achieve with her incessant proclamations of her newly acquired desire for having her own family, are none of your concerns."
Draco stays quiet for what might've been mere seconds or even hours. His thoughts running faster than the Hogwarts Express. Or even faster than Harry James Potter on his broom, chasing the snitch. And Pansy let's him.
"But what if he doesn't want to have a baby with me ?" He finally asks, voicing that one question that had been plaguing his mind since the time he got the shimmering purple colour. "I know Harry has always wanted a family. He'd never abandon the baby. But what if he doesn't want it with me ?"
"He asked you to be his boyfriend though," she points out.
"True, but you'd asked Hayden-"
"Jason", her current boyfriend of 3 months.
"- you'd asked Jason to be your boyfriend, but that doesn't mean you can imagine yourself having a kid with him." He says and then adds, "At Least not yet" just in case things do get serious in the future. If Pansy allows them to get that serious in the future.
"Ok darling, I see your point. I guess only one way to find out" she says, giving him a pitying smile at his grimace thinking about the oncoming conversation.
"I guess you're right" he sighs, accepting that there's no other way to go about it. "Good night, Pans. I'll see you on Monday." He says giving her a hug.
"Drake" He is about to step in the floo when Pansy calls out to him. "Do you want to have this baby?"
And Draco remembers why he loves her so much. He once again says the first thing that comes to his mind, which is also once again the pure, unadulterated truth. "I do, Pans. So much" almost choking on the words.
"Then you'll have this baby with or without Potter and I promise you, you won't be alone in this." is the last thing he hears before disappearing through the floo.