Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the related characters. If I did I wouldn’t be broke.A/N Thanks to NoScrubs12345 who helped me whip this into shape Draco pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes willing the frustrated tears to stop forming behind his eyelids.He drew in a deep breath and straightened out before he finished exhaling.This wasn’t going to the get the best of him! He was stronger than all this! He wouldn’t be brought down by the act of bringing life into the world!He wasn’t the first person to be pregnant and certainly wasn’t going to be the last, and although it was rare to be a single parent, it wasn’t unheard of. He wanted to have children some day but he didn’t expect to be penniless when it happened. “Draco, take that off and come over here!” He stood up, dropping the cloak on the floor where he stood and moved forward, hating the eyes that followed his path hungrily.“Look up.” He damned Potter at the moment for the millionth time as he felt hands under his chin making his eyes meet the other’s.“Draco, are you feeling okay? Do you need to rest for a little bit?” The photographer smiled apologetically. “I would offer to do it later, but the photos need to be done today or we’ll both end up without pay.”“It’s fine. Let’s just finish this.” He nodded to reassure him that he was ready to start.The photographer, Rob, arranged Draco’s body in a pose he envisioned for the dungeon-like brick wall behind him. Draco made a striking figure in tight leather pants, which hung off his hips and clung to his body like second skin. He was shirtless and the paleness of his body was exquisitely accentuated by the dark theme of the photo shoot.As Rob snapped away, Draco tried as hard as he could to hold in that annoying extra flesh that had recently made a rude appearance on his body.“Draco, stop holding your breath!” came the short command. He let go of the hold that saved his dignity, and dropped his arms from where they rested above his head to rest folded behind his head.He looked away petulantly to the side. Rob bit back a complaint as he snapped pictures of Draco in that fussy pose, his barely there pout made you want to either kiss it away or turn him over your knee for a spanking. Whatever emotion it invoked in the observer, no one could deny that Draco Malfoy was a beautiful specimen.As Rob told everyone to pack up and watched Draco head back to the dressing room, he wondered what was bothering the pregnant man. Not for the first time, he wondered where the father of Draco’s unborn child was.Rob had met Draco in a park while taking some time to take scenic photos. He remembered the gorgeous young man sitting on a bench starring out into the lake: The wind tousled baby-fine blond hair, those piercing gray eyes, and a clear complexion that was sure to be the envy of many. He had been dressed in a pair of black slacks and a gray turtle neck sweater.