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A Harry Potter Fanfiction:

Revelation

By: kuroneko89

Rating: R

Genre: Romance/Drama

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Summary: Draco’d gone and married Pansy for his family inheritance, leaving a flabbergasted and pregnant Harry behind, deciding to dismiss the thought of becoming an Auror and became a DADA Professor in Hogwarts instead. Twelve years later, when their children (meaning Harry’s children and Pansy’s child) started their studies in Hogwarts, Draco became a new Potions Professor and decided to re-enter Harry’s life…SLASH DMHP

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all its characters belong to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury, Scholastic and/or Warner Bros Inc. I am not making any money out of this; so don’t sue! You’re going to get nothing, anyway. I’m definitely penniless.

I am not even sure this is my own idea as well! It is hard to be original on DMHP, so if you read my fic and found that it has similar plot to you, highest apology, it is caused by pure coincident.

Warning: This fic contains SLASH (boy/boy relationship), MPREG (Male Pregnancy), OOCness, and OCs. If you’re one of those pathetic homophobes out there and do not feel that the fic is up to your liking, you know which button to press, and I may as well say, use it well.

Oh, and one more thing. I am sorry to say that I am just a mere 14 years old Indonesian; I do not speak English for my mother tongue and I am repentant for every bit of mismatched word, grammar, punctuation, spelling, or any Literature mistakes here.

Status: Un-betaed

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Prologue

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Gentle caresses of skin…

Wrapping of arms…

Holding of each other’s tresses tight…

Smell of strong Firewhiskey of each other’s mouth as we crushed our lips together…

Biting hickeys all over my skin…

Intense silver eyes showering my naked form with love shining within…

Love…

Harry screamed in pleasure as he felt the Slytherin blonde took away his virginity, entered him again and again, each thrust getting harder than before, and Harry couldn’t help but bringing his hips upwards rhythmically. He could feel Draco smiling from on top of him. Harry never knew why, but Draco knew. Harry’s lithe, slender, skinny but toned form was glowing. His flushed tanned skin glowed golden under the moonlight and he was twisting his head in utter bliss; there was no sight more beautiful than this.

After some more heated thrust, Draco brought his hand to Harry’s shaft and stroked it regularly with their thrust, and Harry had to scream louder in ecstasy. It was only a while before they released, Harry’s seeds pooling on their stomachs while Draco’s seeds were buried deep down within Harry.

The two stayed in that top-bottom position for a while, both panting, before Draco finally managed to gain his composure and rolled aside, closing his eyes and slept. And as the Slytherin blond was sleeping, Harry gazed at him with a really sad gaze.

It took a long, good 6 years’ time for the Boy Who Lived to realize that he had strong feelings towards his archenemy and his heart ached. He had fallen hard to someone he could never approach. That night’s lovemaking was not caused of love either – for Harry it did, but for Draco, it could only have been because the Ice Prince was too drunk. That night was the night of Graduation day and all the Houses resolved to forget all about their rivalries and threw a huge party. Draco was pretty much drunk when Harry and he managed to somehow snog the hell out of each other before the Gryffindor asked the blond to leave the party and shag each other in somewhere more private.

And thus had ended up in this situation from the first place.

Harry sighed heavily as his hand petted and played with the blonde locks once again, his heart aching very painfully when he remembered that this was their last day together. Tomorrow they would leave Hogwarts and had their own lives away from each other, Draco still having to marry Pansy for his Family inheritance; Voldemort was still alive, trying to reign this world and Lucius Malfoy was somehow freed from Azkaban on the beginning of their seventh year and thus had he been forcing Draco to marry Pansy again. The blond, scared of his father too much, could only oblige, and how much Harry had hated Lucius now was beyond explanation.

The raven-haired Gryffindor sighed again. He was not even sure whether Draco would want this if he was sober, hell he was not even sure whether Draco was gay or not! The lovemaking might probably have just been a fling for the Slytherin, and the thought shattered Harry’s heart. As tears started escaping his brilliant green eyes, he wished that there would be living evidence out of this so that even Draco forgot it as soon as he woke up, Harry would remember this very night forever in his heart.

Little Harry did know that he had to be careful on what he had wished…

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“I’m what!?”

Hermione gave a light, reassuring squeeze to her best friend as Madam Pomfrey looked at him with a very calm but deadly serious face. “You heard me, Potter, you’re pregnant. And from the looks of it, you have two fetuses in your womb right now.”

Harry wanted to laugh, he wanted to tell that this day was in no way an April Mop day, but a sudden pain on the stomach and nausea got better at him as he leapt off to the bathroom and threw up. The Boy Who Lived could feel Hermione and the med-witch boring their gazes deeply into Harry’s back and he shrugged uncomfortably. “Harry, who is the Father? You have to arrange a marriage as soon as possible.”

The pregnant Wizard sighed. There was no way to do that. He had heard that Draco had married Pansy a few weeks ago and threw a party inviting almost everyone, but Harry did not want to come; the pain of seeing Draco with the pug-faced woman would be too painful for him to handle. Harry turned to the two witches, but instead of answering the question, he asked a question, “How am I able to be pregnant? I mean I’m a guy and all…”

Madam Pomfrey opened a very thick book about Medications and read it for a while before closing it. “I’m not sure, Potter, it could have been caused by a few causes. Judging from your shock I assume you didn’t consume any Conception Potion, yes?” Harry nodded firmly, and she continued, “It must had been something you wished then, Mr. Potter, did you wish on something related to it? You are a powerful Wizard, Potter, a simple hard wish can make itself come true.”

Harry made a quick flashback before realizing his mere hard wish before he fell asleep and nodded meekly. Hermione made a sigh. “Harry, tell us the who the Father is pretty please? Let us owl him and tell him about this. He has to be responsible of his act.”

A cringe found its way onto Harry’s face. “No,” he said bitterly, “it is my responsibility and mine alone; I was the one who made the wish, he knew nothing of it.” Suddenly, he placed his hands onto his head in frustration, “God, is there somewhere safe I can work without having to leave my future kids at home alone? Being an Auror is out of question now!”

As if answering Harry’s cue, Dumbledore entered the Hospital Wing. His blue know-it-all eyes twinkled from behind his half moon shaped spectacles before he stated, “The Defense Against the Dark Art subject is free for you to teach, Harry, and you can leave your future kids under Poppy’s care when you have to go teaching. And least of all, let me say Congratulations,” he offered his hand to his protégé.

Harry took it before finding himself hugging the old Wizard, he couldn’t be more grateful than this. He had his future set, and if there was a place Voldemort tried to avoid as much as possible, it was Hogwarts. Harry could lead his life ordinarily with his children, like a single-parent dad could do.

Of course, the thought of not going to be able to have Draco by his side panged his heart a lot, but he only gazed down at his slightly swollen stomach and petted it lightly. The children would make the loneliness go away, he thought, sighing in relief, yes, the children would…

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Twelve Years Later…

Draco was burying his head into his hands inside his Study Room in the Malfoy Manor, sighing in deep frustration. His marriage was for his family inheritance only and the blond had to strain himself to make love with the pug faced woman he despised only to get her bear a daughter and his wife unable to bear anymore baby. Draco was furious; he had every reason for divorcing Pansy – Lucius had died off a sudden attack Harry Potter had effectively thrown to Voldemort’s headquarter a few years ago, killing lots of Death Eaters and even the Dark Lord himself, for the snake-faced git was nowhere to find afterwards. No one knew why Potter had resolved the attack, but rejoiced for his Wining and was about to make him a new Ministry of Magic only to be declined, saying that he had already had a content live and had no means to change it at all.

Back to Draco’s problem: as much as Draco hated Pansy, he couldn’t help but have a small love at Ellie Jane Malfoy. She had half his blood running in her body, and thankfully even though the girl had inherited Pansy’s ordinary blonde hair (not silver platinum blonde hair like Draco’s), dirty blue eyes (instead of silver gray) and most of Pansy’s face, Ellie had inherited Malfoy’s nose instead of the pug nose; even though the nose was not exactly from Draco but his Grandmother Clarisse Malfoy herself and not as long perfect and aristocratic as Draco’s, it was still much better than the old pug nose.

His annoyance towards Pansy was the reason why Draco Malfoy had agreed to be the new Hogwarts’ Potions Teacher after Severus’s retirement. Ellie would be turning eleven and starting her study in Hogwarts this year and Draco wanted to part away from Pansy as much as possible by having to stay at school castle most of the time of the year. So far Ellie had been close to her mother only, for Draco had been busying himself in the Ministry, and before divorcing Pansy he would have to try to at least befriend his daughter to get the right to own her.

As Draco was flashbacking on his past life, his mind stopped at the Graduation Night where he had made an intense lovemaking with his ex-archenemy and a sigh escaped his lips. Draco could still remember that moment very clearly. In fact, it was one of the few memories he treasured. Never had the blond has any better night than that. Suddenly he found himself aching to see those brilliant green eyes and ran his hand on those unruly raven locks once again. Draco sighed. ‘By now Potter might have already forgotten me and having a great life with a wife and children.’

His thought was snapped as the door was opened by an eleven years old girl with ordinary blonde hair and dirty blue eyes and an air of arrogance around her. Ellie entered the room and gave a look at her father. “Father, it is time to go to King’s Cross.”

“Certainly,” Draco lifted his face off his hand and slicked back the strands of hair that had been fallen to his face neatly on his head. He stood up almightily and levitated a huge trunk that was placed next to the desk he’d been sitting behind. Draco walked to his child and together they left the room and went out of the Manor using a carriage that would bring them to the King’s Cross after Pansy’s blabbering of worries and kissing on the face (which Draco only glared at her that said ‘I’ll kill you if you got your lips on my face’ and Mrs Malfoy could only shrug).

During the journey, Draco was quiet almost all the time while Ellie, following her mother’s talkative sense, kept on blabbering on and on about being excited on the first day of school, Draco sighing mentally at what he’d got at hand before his mind drifted away again.

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An eleven years old boy could be seen running across the corridor, swaying his new Hogwarts robe around proudly before he burst into an office near the staircase. The boy had a wide goofy smile on his face. His hair was wild and unruly, raven in colour and his eyes were a brilliant shade of silver gray behind a pair of round-shaped glasses. His skin was tanned and he was rather skinny but strong looking.

The boy looked around the room and found a 30 years old man sitting behind the desk, reading a book. The man was an exact older version copy of the boy, only that the man had deep emerald eyes and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. The boy smiled before leaping himself into the man’s lap. “Daddy Harry!!”

Harry ooffed at the sudden weight on his lap and put down his book only to find his gray eyed miniature grinning happily at him. “Why, why, you’ve startled me, Daniel Harrison Potter,” Harry returned the goofy grin at his son before hugging him, stood up and put him down. Daniel smiled widely before twirling around in his robes. “I’m going to be a Hogwarts student today!” he said proudly, and Harry made a small beam. “I can see that, my little boy,” a happy smile formed on the man’s face.

A snort could be heard from the door and a girl entered the room as well, looking at the boy with an irked look. “Does that make any difference? We’ve lived here as long as we’ve remembered; we’d probably known more secret paths than those seventh years had known,” she stated before going to hug Harry as well, “hey, Daddy Harry.”

“Hey, Shirley,” Harry returned the hug to his daughter, Daniel’s twin sister. They parted away and the girl went to the mirror, trying to flatten an invisible bump on her hair. Harry sighed. Unlike Daniel, Shirley was all pale and aristocratic; her hair was long, neat and perfect silver blonde. She would pass for a smaller girl version of Draco if not for her rounder face and big green eyes that imitated Harry’s eyes. The resemblance to Draco was so uncanny. Harry could sometimes found himself crying when he was holding Shirley, for he was being reminded of the man he loved, and still love, so much in his life. Shirley and Daniel asked about it for a few times, but Harry simply just saying that Shirley looked too much like their mother was all the answer they got.

Harry never told the truth to his children that in fact he was their mother and Draco was their father; he lied to them, saying that their mother had died of a particular sickness when they were babies and Harry had to raise them as a single parent, and they asked no further question. The fact that Harry did not have a single photograph of their mother irked them once, but it was forgotten, or rather, the children pretended not to care, and Harry was grateful at that.

Harry’s face almost fell at the statement his daughter was saying about having to grow up in Hogwarts. “Sorry…” he found himself whispering to his two kids, who went to look at each other with worried looks on their faces before both went to hug their Daddy. “Dad,” Shirley whispered, “any child would be happy to grow up in such a huge and interesting castle like Hogwarts.”

“True, true!” Daniel added, “I like all the secret pathways and flying on the pitch!”

Shirley smiled, “I like the library and sneaking into classes.”

The two kids smiled at each other before smiling at their beloved Dad, “we love anything here, except probably Madam Pomfrey,” the girl said, and Daniel made a shudder. “I don’t like her too! But I love Uncle Remus!! Too bad he doesn’t come here often…”

Harry sighed in relief before smiling at both’s antics. “My dear Dan and ‘irley,” he said in a sing-a-song tune, “you better run. The other first years will arrive and be lining in front of the castle anytime right now and you don’t want to miss it, do you? Now, go!” he gave a peck on each face and sent them off, smiling at his sweethearts as they left the room with smiles on their faces.

~*~

While Shirley, always the elegant one, walked rather in a normal pace to the Entrance Hall, Daniel, always the excited one, ran over to the crowd of first years. He smiled widely as he saw Hagrid, the half-giant winked at him as he was leading all the first years. Daniel was winking back at the Gamekeeper when suddenly he bumped on someone. “Sorry,” he muttered at the blonde girl he bumped on.

Ellie Jane Malfoy was not pleased; Draco could tell even when he was being hidden far away behind the crowd. She snapped up and straightened her robes. “You wrinkled my new robes, boy! And to barge in just like that! Have your Mother not teach you any manner!?”

Daniel Harrison Potter clenched his teeth. “I don’t have any Mother,” he said, his face falling before lifting it up proudly, as if saying ‘so what if I don’t have a mother?’

That was when Draco had to stifle a gasp. He was looking into an uncanny miniature of Harry Potter. The boy had unruly raven hair and tanned slender body like the Boy Who Lived did, Draco had to wonder if it was Harry’s child and suppressed a shudder of sadness. True. The ex-Gryffindor might have just forgotten about the night and marry another. It was when he looked into the boy’s silver eyes he began to have an uneasy feeling, like he was looking to a mirror of his own eyes. ‘Where did he get those eyes? Did Potter marry a veela?’ Draco shrugged.

Ellie sneered at Daniel in a Malfoy-ish way, a way she learnt from her father, before making an insult, “No wonder you’re such a barbarous creature. I take it your father is not exactly a great person either, huh?”

Daniel’s face was flushing red in anger. He clenched his fist and looked at Ellie with bewildered eyes. “You do NOT say anything bad about Daddy Harry!!! He’s been wonderful Dad!!”

All the first years stopped moving and went to look at the free show Ellie and Daniel was giving out. Draco had to flinch. Daddy Harry. The boy had been Potter’s kid all right.

Daniel and Ellie were glaring daggers at each other before Ellie humped and sneered again. “Obviously your ‘Daddy’ Harry is not that wonderful enough to be able to keep his own wife, is he? Tell me, is she dead? Or was your ‘daddy’ dumped?”

Daniel was fuming. “I SAID DO NOT SAY ANYTHING BAD ABOUT DADDY HARRY YOU LITTLE-!” He shouted in rage, flame dancing in his eyes as Ellie was slowly lifted off her feet. The girl began to panic. “What did you do!?” she shrieked as she floated higher and higher against her own will.

Shirley reached the crowd of first year, saw the show her twin brother was giving and sighed desperately. “Daniel, put her down!” she said warningly, “Daddy Harry told us not to use wandless magic around!”

Draco’s eyes widened. That girl with an uncanny resemblance of being a small girl version of him was Potter’s child as well? The girl had silver blonde hair and for Merlin’s sake, only Malfoys had silver blonde hair! Whoa, just who exactly did Potter marry? Draco shook his head. It must have been a mere coincidence or trick of light. ‘Okay’ he thought, ‘the person Potter married must have silver gray eyes’ he noted at the colour of Daniel’s eyes before turning his gaze at the girl, ‘and blonde hair. Who are the possibilities?’

Draco kept on thinking of that before he had to mentally hit himself of stupidity. Blonde hair and silver gray eyes. Wasn’t that his own trait!? Draco groaned. ‘It couldn’t be. This is just a mere coincidence,’ he bit his lips.

Or could it be?

Back there in the middle of the crowd Daniel was pointing an accusing finger at Ellie. “But Shirley, she was insulting Daddy Harry!!”

Ellie huffed from the middle of the air. “I was only saying the truth! You have a bad barbaric father!”

Hot steams could be found rising of Daniel’s head as the boy made the girl floated higher. “You bitch-!”

“Daniel Harrison Potter!!”

All gazes went to the top of the stairs, where a man with unruly black hair and brilliant green eyes behind a pair of round-shaped spectacles stood with his arms crossed over his chest. Harry sighed, then glided down towards the crowd and went beside his son. “What did I tell you about you not showing wandless magic around, Daniel Harrison Potter?” the man said sternly, and Daniel could only look down meekly. His father only called him with full names either when he was very happy or very crossed. And right now, Harry was very crossed.

Draco bit his lips at the sight of his ex-for-one-night-lover; Harry’s form was more toned and slender than in the past, making his mouth water slightly before he shook his head, wondering mentally ‘what on earth is Harry doing here?’

“Put her down,” Harry ordered, and upon seeing the mischievousness in Daniel’s eyes, added, “gently.” Daniel made a silent grunt as he brought the girl down to the ground and looked back at his dad. “Sorry, Daddy,” Daniel muttered, “but this…this…girl*” he spat, “was insulting you!”

The raven-haired silver-eyed boy closed his eyes frightfully, afraid that his father might spank him for using really crude language, only to be greeted with an amused smile. “How sweet of you, Daniel, protecting my dignity,” Harry messed his son’s already messy hair. Daniel opened his eyes and grinned before hugging his dad happily. “I love Daddy Harry!”

Harry gave a brief look at Shirley and nodded before releasing his hug. He flashed Daniel one serious look. “Don’t forget that I have all the right to give you detentions for this whole seven years.” Harry had to stifle a giggle as he heard his son groaned out loud. Harry then turned and looked at the half giant and smiled at one of his best friends. “Sorry for the trouble, Hagrid,” he stated, and Hagrid only shook his head and laugh. “Don’t worry, ‘Arry, a show yer son threw at us.”

The Man Who Lived smiled back before turning his gaze to the girl, who was throwing this hatred look at his son. Harry bent down a little and smiled at her. “I’m sorry for what my son had done. Ms…”

“Ms Ellie Jane Malfoy,” the dirty blue-eyed girl huffed proudly.

Harry’s eyes widened and his mouth opened a little as he scanned the girl up and down. He could see lots of Pansy’s traits in that girl. ‘Of course…Dra-Malfoy and Pansy’s daughter,’ his mind laughed pathetically, his heart tearing as he closed his mouth and smiled again. “Yes, Ms Malfoy.”

Hagrid made a small laugh from behind. Harry stood up and looked at the half-giant. “’Arry, being enemy ‘ust run in yer and Malfoy’s blood, isn’t it? Yer son knew it too! Ah, how I remembered yeh and Malfoy throwing insults ter each ‘ther when yeh were young.”

While Draco was screaming ‘that’s not right!’ in his head, Harry could only make a dry laugh. “Yes, it might be true, you know?” he shot the Malfoy girl a fake smirk to say that he was joking before turning to look at everyone. “Sorry for the early interference. You can go on to the Great Hall. By the way, I am Professor Potter. I will be teaching you for Defense Against the Dark Arts for your next seven years, so be ready to get sick of my face,” he joked and as his students laughed in respond he walked up quickly to the Hall before any student can ask him about his Winning against the Dark Lord.

To say the truth, Harry did not plan the attack at all. All he knew was that Daniel and Shirley were kidnapped by the Voldemort git and his protectiveness father sense just acted before thinking. Before Harry’d known it, he was already hugging his sobbing children, dozens of Death Eater were lying dead on the ground and Voldemort was vanishing to thin air. Some greatness just being a father could do.

As Harry was walking to his seat in the Great Hall, he put his face into his hands in a frustrated manner, wiping some tears that had already found its way on his cheeks. Great. Just how was he going to deal with Draco and Pansy’s child without breaking down?

Little Harry did know that he had something more to worry than just the young Malfoy: the older Malfoy as well.

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End of Prologue

Written 16^th May 2004 9.30pm

A/N: So…how is it? It’s messy I know, I’ll try to write better. Review Please!