(HP) Changed By Chance Encounter
Alone and Afraid
Draco didn't know how he got himself into this mess.
One minute he was arguing with Potter over having an abortion and the next he's living at Grimmauld Place waiting to have a baby. Before he even really realized what was happening he's nearly five months pregnant and wishing to hell there were some way out of this deal he's made.
Oh don't get him wrong, Potter's been generous, to a fault really, but Draco was just scared shitless of doing something so completely unselfish. It had never been in his nature to do what was right or good. He's never been the decent guy in the scenario so why the hell should he start now?
It's Potter... it had to be. There had always been something about the man that lured Draco in, something that's made him want to do better, be better...
Unfortunately, his decisions concerning Potter in the past have always led to heartache. He wasn't sure why he thought this would be any different. It's not like Potter really cares about him, it's just the baby that really matters. He's tried wondering what it'll be like to watch Potter raising their child. Will he hate the man for keeping him away or will he feel relieved? Will he even care one way or another?
Draco tries focusing at the task at hand, keeping down the evening's meal. The pregnancy's been rough on his stomach so far, the Healer claims it's perfectly normal but Draco feels anything but.
Potter comes visiting every evening and this night was no exception. He found Draco hovering over a toilet seat, retching up the remains of what was once chicken soup. Draco felt the man crowding him out of concern but all it did was make him anxious. Before he knew what he was doing he was screaming obscenities and Potter was hiding out in the kitchen. Draco went to apologize, something that's never really been his forte but he knew it was the right thing to do so at least he gave it a try.
"Potter..." his words were a hoarse whisper because his body was still quivering from puking.
Potter was sitting quietly at the table, drinking a cup of coffee which Draco knew was most likely black. He had gotten to know Potter better than he might have wanted to in these past few months. He watched as Potter raised his head.
"I'm sorry." That's all he had to say and Potter was immediately at his feet. He mumbled his own half-arsed apologies and tried to practically smother Draco with attention.
Draco wanted again to scream at the man to leave him alone but instead he took a seat next to Potter at the table. Potter had a myriad of questions as he sipped his coffee. He asked about Draco's day; wondered how the baby was and if Draco needed anything. It's the same thing every day and some days Draco got really sick of it. Some days he wanted Potter to ask him how he was, not the damn baby but he knows that's never going to happen. It's a pointless dream and it leaves Draco lonely and yes, getting his heart broken. This is Potter after all, why had he expected anything else?
They sat side by side and exchanged more of the same. Draco told Potter he needed more nausea potions and maybe another small pillow for his back. Potter shared about his day even though it's of no particular interest to Draco. Well it shouldn't be, only some days it is. Draco couldn't seem to break himself away from listening. Perhaps it was the isolation, the loneliness. It had to be something because there's no way he was even remotely entranced by Potter's stupid stories.
The evening was going like any other up until Draco felt that first movement. It was a gentle quickening from within and it shocked Draco. He instinctively put a hand over his swollen belly and let out a gasp. Potter was quick to ask him if he's okay and all Draco could do was silently nod.
"The baby...it's kicking." He finally said.
Potter hovered, suddenly timid about touching Draco's body. Draco had to chuckle at that, after all they've shared; Potter had to go and act the gentleman. He pulled Potter's hand down upon the place where the kicks are coming hardest. The baby chose that moment to move again and Potter's face lit up like a kid on Christmas. Draco found himself smiling as well.
Before he knew what was happening, Potter's mouth was on his own. Potter's kiss was so inviting that he couldn't say no. He let Potter's tongue push past his lips and their mouths moved in tandem. Potter tasted of coffee, sausages, and something rather minty. The kiss only lasted a minute but it was enough to have Draco reeling with a flood of emotions. When Potter reached in for a second kiss, Draco stops him.
"Don't, Potter. Don't do this to me!"
His words were a mere whisper but Potter heard them and fortunately for Draco, he didn't stop him from fleeing the room.
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