Little Star
Draco Lucius Malfoy
“Young master Black, you must awaken before your mother finds you here”
“Yes, yes. Mother. Mother?!” Draco quickly opens his eyes and looks to his left, seeing Harry next to him, an arm draped over his waist. Remnants of what he believes to be, used to be his robes, were scattered on the floor. Kreacher, the elf who had kindly awakened him, gave him a new set of robes that he put on at once as soon as the elf had left.
He looked at Harry one last time and kissed his cheek. “Draco…” the boy said half asleep
“Come find me when you are awake and proper. I will be waiting.”
Jan 17, 1999.
Draco was wretched, he felt wretched. He had been feeling so since that night he shared with Ha- Potter. His heart broke when no letter, no Harry had come to find him after their wretched amazing night together, and his heart broke even further when the boy had made contact with him, and had simply pretended that nothing had happened between them. But maybe it was for the best.
Harry Potter is the Boy-who-lived, the Saviour of the Wizarding World and the pinnacle of everything that stood for greatness. Whereas, Draco Malfoy was a death eater who had aided in the death of others. Harry couldn’t want him in that way, not more than what had happened and he was foolish to believe so.
Nonetheless, Draco got up every morning, went to his classes and pretended that his heart didn’t break everytime Potter would smile at him. It got harder with each passing day, he was close to breaking.
“Draco, you alright?” Blaise asks as he stumbles in through Theo and Blaise’s dorm room. “Theo. Where’s-” Draco tries to say, his legs failing him. Trying to stand upright with the help of a table nearby.
“Hey, what happened? Did someone attack you again?” his friend asks, his voice laced with worry.
“Pomfrey…” Draco shudders before passing out, Blaise catching him before he even comes near the floor.
Pain. His head felt like someone was banging on it multiple times with a stick, pain was all he felt as he stirred in his bed.
“Malfoy…………..cannot………….his decision……………..tell you………..” Draco hears bits and pieces of a woman, Pomfrey he thinks, speaking. He wasn’t well enough to think.
“Go back to sleep, you’ll be alright” he hears once more from another voice. Yes, sleep. I should sleep. There’s no pain in sleep.
Draco groans as he sits up, his mouth feeling dry. He reaches for the cup next to his bed and drinks the water inside, immediately cooling him. He looks around his surroundings, finding himself placed in one of the private rooms he frequented during his uncontrollable heats in the Hospital wing.
“Good, you are awake.” the woman says opening the door, a basket of potions in her hand. “We must talk about your next steps, young man.”
“My next steps? Am I dying?” Draco almost laughed at the irony, his bad luck couldn't have come at a better time.
“Heavens, child. No. Now stop this talk, it is not good for you nor the child.” Pomfrey said, glaring at him as she moved closer. Draco froze, looking at the Mediwitch as if she’s lost the plot. Surely, he was not. He cannot be- No.
“I was taking the potions! I wasn’t in heat- No! It cannot be”
“Calm yourself, child. The baby is connected to you, it feels everything, every emotion you feel. Let’s not agitate the pup.” Pomfrey guided the blonde, sitting him down on the bed once more. “You are undeniably 3 weeks pregnant, the pup has grown in good health. It’s stubbornly healthy, despite your own health.” she smiles warmly pulling a pamphlet from the basket of potions
“This is a pamphlet for young expecting parents, a list of what you should do and which specialists you want to see should you continue with this pregnancy. But….” Pomfrey sighs “should you wish to terminate the pregnancy, as it is your choice, you can come to me in a week. I will have the potion ready by then.”
“I- I need time” Draco says running his hand through his hair, which now fell just a little above his shoulder. The mediwitch smiles at him warmly, before nodding. A sad smile decorating her face.
“Of course, you know where to find me when you’ve made your decision.” She says before leaving, closing the door lightly. “Seems like the history books on the shelf will repeat itself once more.” She sighs to herself.
“How is he? Is he alright?” Theodore, one of her students that year says as she sits on the mediwitch station beside him.
“He’ll be alright, you mustn't worry yourself too much. He just needs time for himself” She says dismissing him to his dorm, assuring he can visit the boy in the morning. She returned back to her seat, updating the charts of students who came in today. The door soon opened, but she could not see anyone walking in.
“Mr. Potter, if you are here to ask about the Malfoy heir, he is fine. He needs to be alone, so if you want to see him, you will have to wait till tomorrow morning.”
Harry slowly removes his invisible cloak and smiles nervously at the old woman. “Goodnight, Madam.”
“Gryffindors.” She mutters, looking at the night sky reminiscing.
1978
“I cannot be- surely not- Mother will kill me” the wizard says running his hand through his hair, panic quickly taking over him.
“Please, Little star. You must calm down, your baby can feel your emotion. The child is healthy, despite your own condition. As your healer, I will have you know that whatever you decide moving forward, I will support you with it. This is a pamphlet for young expecting parents, a list of what you should do and which specialists you want to see should you continue with this pregnancy. But….” she sighs. “If you decide to not pursue this predicament of yours, I will have the potion ready in a week.”
The boy looks at him, at a loss for words. He slowly nodded and buried his head in his hands.
“You know where to find me.” She closes the door lightly and heads for her desk.
“How is he? Is he alright? Does he nee-”
“Calm yourself, child. He will be alright, he just needs some time to himself. You can find him again in the morning.” The wizard looks at him, reconsidering his options before walking back to his dorm reluctantly.
Pomfrey sighs, settling on her desk and starting updating her charts. New hexes, arm casts, and sleeping draughts added to different files, when she was interrupted by the door opening. Yet there was no figure appearing. She furrowed her brows and walked to the room that held her only patient of the night. She felt someone’s presence near the door, reaching out in the air and felt her hand brush through a soft fabric, quickly pulling it towards her.
She looks at the child in front of her and sighs “What are you doing here?”
“I just- is he ok?” the boy pouted and she sighs. She puts the cloak on the boys hand as she speaks.
“He’ll be fine. He just needs to be alone, if you want to speak to him, you must find him in the morning.”
“Goodnight, Pommie” The boy gives her a grin in satisfaction before taking his cloak and walked to his dorm.