Chapter 2
Draco woke up alone the night he shared his magic with the dark lord.
It was still the early morning and the windows had fogged up during the night. He could remember feeling cold, his nudity didn't help. But the lack of a warm body beside him made him feel worse.
He knows he was just something to be used. The gift Mother Magic has given him was only a thorn in his side.
He expected future endeavors to be the same. People are always the same.
When he woke up the morning after he granted Mrs. Nott's wish, he expected it to be the same when he was with the dark lord.
Stretching his arms, he could feel the warmth of someone right behind him. An arm was wrapped securely around his waist. The soft breath of Theo hitting the back of his neck made him shiver more.
But this time, not due to coldness.
Draco tried getting out of Theo's hands, but every time he moved, Theo would hug him tighter than before, preventing him from leaving him as quietly as possible. Draco knows he can just wake Theo up so he can leave, but thinking of waking the brunette up makes Draco's stomach twist with guilt.
He had noticed how tired Theo was the night he approached him. Draco has seen Theo tired many times before, due to a late-night assignment or studying for exams. But even then, he still had that bright glow on his face that made Draco's face heat up whenever Theo looked his way. Even tired, Theo still glowed like a living person would back then.
Last night, he was just a husk of a man he once knew. Gone was the glow he emitted, it was now replaced by a sickly pale face. His eyes had sunken and his cheekbones more pronounced. Dark circles formed under his eyes and he seemed to be barely keeping himself together.
His voice was raspy when they spoke too. Hearing him talk made Theo look as if his life had been drained away for years. Not only his life but also his magic.
When he first touched him, Draco could barely feel his magic. He would have mistaken him as a muggle or a squib if he wasn't fully aware of who exactly he was getting into bed with.
While the morning after Draco had hissed in pain due to the pain in his lower parts, a part of him was still glad that Theo still had a bit of stamina in him. While he doesn't mind taking control after seeing Theo's state of well-being, he is quite surprised when it is Theo himself who has thrown Draco on the bed and held down his hand.
Thinking about last night's activities had warmed Draco up. If he could see himself in the mirror, he would see he had gone bright red.
Not even thinking about his night with the dark lord had made him hot and bothered.
While Draco was fuming in embarrassment, he felt Theo shift behind him, and a groan followed soon after.
"Draco?" Theo's raspy voice called out.
He had forgotten how hot his voice sounded in the morning!
"Yes?" Draco called back. He turned his body to face Theo once again, not one second getting out of his grip. Theo didn't extract his hand either after waking up. "How are you feeling Theo?"
Theo hummed, as he tried to lose the last bit of sleep that muddled his brain. "I've not felt better in years."
And he was telling the truth. Assignment after assignment, Theo felt he couldn't catch a break. Even breaking his magic to the limit. He knew somewhere down the line he had broken the magical core inside of him. He could still do magic, but it was less strong.
Then came Draco.
He knew he didn't hide things well from her mom. But he didn't think that the woman had gone out of her way and reached Draco herself.
If his family was gifted the same gift the Malfoy family has been blessed with, Theo wouldn't have gotten to this point. But alas, this gift is rare among witches and wizards. Not to mention the process that needed to happen.
Draco Malfoy has always been attractive in Theo's eyes and he knew others also agreed with him. Even Blaise, whose opinion is so high sometimes he thinks he should pull and tie him down with a rope, had said the same thing. Thankfully for Theo, Blaise had mostly seen Draco as the brother he wished he had.
And Theo couldn't help himself when Draco offered himself to him.
Theo had regretted being too rough on Draco. But with the life he's going through right now, he couldn't deny the joy of his flesh against his. He knows he might die soon, especially with the mission the dark lord had sent him again. With or without Draco's ability, he knew it wouldn't be enough. Asking for more would have been Draco's downfall.
Last night wasn't about saving himself anymore. He just wanted Draco to be his for one night. His goodbye perhaps.
He held Draco tighter, not wanting this moment to end. Theo can even trick himself that he saw Draco's desire for him in his eyes too.
They didn't talk after that.
After laying there in bed together, Theo got up and put on his clothes. Draco knew this was the routine whenever he used his gift, but it didn't get rid of the feeling of abandonment he felt in his heart. Though, Theo had held Draco's hand to his mouth and kissed it before leaving which returned the feeling of warmth he felt minutes before.
With nothing else to do, Draco's mind started to wander to what would his life be like if the dark lord never tried for power. Would Theo court him as any pureblood should? or will he forever be treated as a gift from Mother Magic?
His magic still felt weird. He knew he should've controlled his feelings last night, but it was Theo who held him so gently, so kindly. Draco was just human after all.
A part of him was scared that he had somehow destroyed his magical core due to his moment of weakness last night. But he was also glad if he did. After looking at Theo, he would have given all his magic to him if he could. Theo deserved magic more than him anyway. Then who else better to have his magic than Theodore Nott, his love.
He was pulled out of his musing when he heard his mother's soft call from outside his room.
"You can come in Mother," Draco called out. His door then opened by none other than Narcissa Malfoy. Despite all that is happening, Narcissa still holds the same pride as she did before, though much more mellow this time and less arrogant.
"How are you, dragon?" His mother asked as she walked over and sat right across from Draco.
"I'm fine, mother. It's nothing I can't handle."
Narcissa sighed, "I know you can, but you shouldn't. You don't have to give what they want just because."
"My gift is the only thing keeping us safe from the dark lord, Mother. I finally have some use for him and his followers. After everything Father has done, it's the only way I knew how to pay the price for." Draco settled back on his chair at the end.
While Draco's words hold some truth to them, it doesn't mean she has to like them. The day the dark lord had demanded his son for his gift, she was willing to throw everything in her life away just to get this monster away from her son. If it wasn't for Bella, she would have instead died that day, leaving Draco vulnerable to the perverted eyes of the death eaters.
"Was-was Theo kind to you at least?" It was embarrassing for her to ask such a question. While the process is normal and has been practiced for years, It still felt like asking about his sons' sex life.
And judging by Draco almost choking on his tea, he also thought the same. "Theo is kind..." Draco answered so small that Narcissa almost didn't hear him.
However, Narcissa was satisfied with the answer. After his night with the dark lord, she could see his son being in pain and was uncomfortable throughout the day. She had stayed all day in his room to nurse him back to health. It hurts to see her son's face in such anguish, and she felt powerless to do anything. His pain was her fault as she and her husband had welcomed that monster into their house in the first place. When asked about his night with the dark lord, Draco had merely answered, "He wasn't cruel, but he's not kind." Draco fell asleep right after because of the potions he took.
She still felt she needed to strangle the Nott boy for using Draco like that though.
But for now, she was satisfied that she didn't see the same anguish in Draco's face.
Draco has been puking a lot recently.
He didn't tell anyone or even his mother to not cause any more distress. But it was starting to get annoying as he couldn't get any food in his system. He was already eating so little before, just enough for his light frame. If the puking continued, his mother would take notice of it again.
The puking continues the week after, but Draco manages to force his food down his throat. His body was getting softer too which didn't cause any alarms in his mother's head. However, he does notice his stomach getting bigger bit by bit weeks after. Which starts to concern Draco.
His emotional state was even more fragile than usual. He cried after reading one of his mother's sad romance novels. He snapped at his father for blabbering on and on about something Draco didn't care about. He sleeps more now since his brain doesn't even want to process the whole day.
And the worst, he misses Theodore Nott so much.
Soon after, Draco secretly goes and checks up at St. Mungo's to make sure everything is alright and to get some answers on what is going on.
St. Mungos remained the same even now. Which made sense to him since this was a hospital. The hospital manages to run everything normally as if a war isn't happening right now right outside their window. But their wards were strong and complex enough to just easily get destroyed.
Draco had signed up and was waiting for his turn with the doctor. He sat in one of those cold seats that Draco always hated.
Draco wishes his mother was here to comfort him, but he doesn't want to cause more distress in her heart. His father had always been on the colder side so there was no way for Draco to ask him to accompany him. Right now, he wished Theo didn't have that stupid mission from the dark lord so he could be here and hold his hand to tell him it was okay. Draco shook his head getting rid of the image of Theo. He and Theo were nothing and they only ended up in bed just to save Theo in the mission.
"Mr. Malfoy," A healer called out, and Draco got up and walked into the healer's office.
"Good day, Mr. Malfoy. What seems to be the problem?" She asked as soon as they sat down in her office. Draco then began explaining about his symptoms for the past few days. After he finished, the healer hummed and nodded.
"Okay then. I have a few suspicions and what this is. And before you start panicking, it's not that bad Mr. Malfoy," the healer said, preventing Draco from speaking any further. "Can you lay on the bed for me, Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco stood up and laid himself down on the examination table. He started to stare nervously at the ceiling as he waited for the healer to prepare her tools. The healer did her regular checkups like temperature, blood pressure, and even checking of his heart.
It's standard procedure. Nothing to worry about.
"Can you pull up your shirt for me?" Draco was hesitant, but soon pulled his shirt up. "This is going to be cold," The healer said before squirting out something akin to a cold lube on his stomach and spreading it around. The healer then pointed her wand to his stomach which soon emitted a sort of light out. He could see the doctor was examining his insides.
After prodding around a little, he heard his healer exclaim a small Aha! She then towards him with a kind smile on her face.
"Congratulations Mr. Malfoy, you're pregnant."