"It's going to be like me."
She nodded. "Werewolf pups don't shift immediately, usually when they hit puberty. They tend to be stronger and more... sentient when shifted."
"An Alpha..." Draco whispered.
"It's possible, though it's a theory. Werewolves don't stick around to be poked and prodded about information like that."
"Does... me... does being a pureblood change anything?" he whispered, as Harry squeezed his hand. Draco could smell pride from his mate. He felt reassured by that.
"Pureblood?"
"Greyback... mentioned it."
"I haven't heard that it does. Mind you... that there aren't too many werewolves that are... pureblooded. I suppose it increases the odds of the child being magical. Pure genetics. If both parents are magical... having a squib... is about 5 to 10% chance. But it can increase depending on inbreeding and having magically weak parents. If the child has one magical and one muggle parent, then it is still very likely that the child will be magical, maybe 75%. With maybe 25% having a recessive magical gene. Muggleborns are often born from one or both parents having a recessive magical gene."
"That's why purebloods are so adamant about being pure?" Draco whispered. He had heard his father shout similar theories over the years.
"Ah... but there lies the flaw in their argument. It is two magical parents that increase the odds of a magical child. Having a stagnant and un-diverse line, will lead to serious mental and physical abilities... including a higher chance for a squib and weak magic. If a muggleborn witch marries a pureblood wizard... then the odds are less than 1% that their child will be a squib. The odds increase if the child is pureblood, as the line is less diverse. Less... magical."
Draco blinked and looked at Harry, who shrugged. "Huh," Draco muttered.
"You, okay?" 
"I'm realigning my perspective on life."
The healer was quiet as he processed the information she had given. He glanced at Harry, who was from a pureblood father and muggleborn witch. He was so strong and powerful. He remembered many purebloods who could only cast difficult magic with years of practice and training. His mother was frail for most of his life. He had never seen his father do extraordinary magic. But Harry... Harry was casting a Patronus Charm at 13.
"I understand. Thank you for explaining it."
"Of course. I can't be sure if the full moon plays a factor in the child's genetics, or if it was just done... out of superstition."
"What about... if I... was a... umm... virgin," he whispered.
Sadness and sympathy oozed out of both his healer and his mate. His healer struggled to answer. "I... well... I've never heard of that. There are no spells that have been shown to work better with... using them. It... if you wouldn't mind me venturing into a non-medical explanation, I can think of two viewpoints. First, people... enjoy the idea of it... being the first one," she said softly. "The other is one... of sacrificial intent. The sacrifice of innocence to a higher being. It may have been mentioned... as some wolves worship the moon as a god."
Draco nodded. He felt dirty, again, and Harry took the initiative to rub his bondmark. He smelled angry, again... protective.
"I am sorry that you've gone through this," she said.
He didn't answer. He wanted to go home. He faded out as Harry tried to get him to answer questions, but he stopped after a few failed attempts to draw him out. Harry asked about diet and potions, and the healer gave several prescriptions for potions and pamphlets. Harry eventually took him home and pulled him into his arms on the couch. Draco just cried into his chest, unable to process anything else. He wanted to bury this pain.
A few days passed and Draco hadn't said a word about the pregnancy. Draco didn't want to talk about it anymore. He stared out the window in their room at passing cars and muggles, while Harry alternated between pacing and sitting on trunk by the bed. He didn't answer Harry's questions when pressed. He accepted Harry's arms, scent and warmth as comfort, but he couldn't open up. He needed to process and understand. The healer had said so many things that he had taken as truth. His father was wrong. Was Greyback wrong?
That was what was irking him. Was what Greyback said true? Was it just conquest... or deeper magic at work? And the child... his child... it was likely a werewolf, too. He knew that the child, despite everything, was innocent. He had already connected to it. It didn't feel like Fenrir's... but he knew that it was, biologically. He was confused. Or was he? He glanced at the bed. Greyback's scent was gone off him. Harry had pulled him out. 
He felt stronger... confident. He talked to the healer... confronted Lupin... things were different. He wasn't as scared anymore. Being around Harry gave him strength. His mate made him strong... strong enough to bear a child.
"Draco?" Harry murmured, anxious, and Draco didn't look at him. "I know you need time, but I'm worried. Really worried."
Tears formed in Draco's eyes. His mate was in duress because of him. "Sorry."
"It's not your fault. I just need to know... if you're okay," Harry said, fear in his scent.
"I'm coming to terms with it."
"Do you have any questions? Anything I can... do...."
Draco thought on it and sighed. He didn't know how to ask it. Harry came up next to him. They stood looking out for a long time, before Harry took his hand. Draco could feel Harry's thumb make small circles on his hand, comforting him. His emotions fluctuated a lot.
"Did you ever want... kids? I mean... have them?" Draco asked.
"Yes. I want a family. It's something I've never had," Harry said, quietly. "But it doesn't matter what I want... it's about you."
Draco frowned. "I did want kids. I know I'm... gay. I-I don't want to lose the ability... if I had to."
Harry smelled a mixture of happy and sad at the same time, but then he controlled himself. "Draco... you have options. I... I mean, your partner... he could... bear the children. You could adopt, too."
Draco's heart skipped a beat. Harry had said "I" first. His mate... wanted kids... with him. He had even suggested bearing them as well, but Draco didn't want to press it. It was so fragile, now. He couldn't take another heartbreak. Harry was all he had.
"It's my child... it's not Fenrir's. I can't kill it," he declared.
Harry smelled happy and relieved but tried to mask it. "Are you certain? I don't want you to... hate your child after for...."
"I won't. I bore through the pain and I'm free now. Though... I'm not sure I'm fit to be a parent."
"I'll be right there. We can figure it out together," Harry said, smelling determined... proud.
"Thanks, Harry," Draco murmured and squeezed his hand.