Beta: passing-afternoon, Geraldine

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters written in here. Constructive criticism is most appreciated!

Author's Note: My first Harry/Draco story! Hope you guys enjoy it. I know the other stories are…slow in update but HEY! Haha! I would like to thank passing-afternoon for her lovely idea for title! Just a FEW warnings: It's super heavy mature slash. So if you're below 17, please, please don't read. Thanks, and review!

Word count: 5308

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Draco Malfoy was in love with Harry Potter. Had been, ever since he had first laid eyes on the said Gryffindor. The moment Draco saw the Gryffindor, he knew that he would belong to him, and what Draco Malfoy wants, he gets.

He had entered the shop before Harry did and he had tried to impress him but it didn't work out, as the encounter only succeeded in making Harry think that Draco was a stuck-up brat. Which was definitely not true.

Needless to say, his parents had noticed Draco's infatuation with Harry, and questioned Draco about his real motives behind the 'silly crush'. Draco had laughed and told his father that he was only pretending to like the Gryffindor just to get into his good favors, thus, providing Draco with an easy way to spy on the Light side. His father was happy with Draco, of course, and stupidly went to report his son's plan to the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord then decided that Draco was to join his ranks when he was of age, and continue spying on the Boy-Who-Lived as the years went on. Draco just smiled and nodded at the order. An order he had no plan to carry out. Thankfully, his mother was much more smarter and had forced Draco to confess about his love for the Boy-Who-Lived. His mother was shocked at first, having discovered that her 10 year old son was gay and was in love with their greatest enemy.

However, Draco's plans to get into Harry's good favors were destroyed as he realized that Harry had taken the Weasleys' as his adoptive family. He shuddered as he thought of those vile, red-headed, freckled creatures touch his precious Harry. Determined to save his love from the vile grasp of the Weasleys, he offered Harry his friendship at the front doors of the Great Hall, while looking at the Weasley standing beside his love in disgust.

And then Harry did the most unimaginative thing on earth. He refused Draco's hand of friendship. Stunned and hurt, Draco sulked for the next few days, snapping at Goyle and Crabbe, his bodyguards (courtesy of the Dark Lord) and his two best friends, Blaise Zabinni and Pansy Parkinson. It didn't take long for his best friends to figure out why Draco was acting all sulky. Apparently, Draco was easy to read when it came to love. If that was the case, then why hasn't the love of Draco's life noticing him?

As the years progressed, Draco slowly accepted the fact that Harry did not belong to him, and he never will. The truth hurt, of course, but Draco had learned to accept many things in life. For example, him becoming a death-eater once he is of age. Unwilling to watch his friends go down the same dark path as him, he had persuaded them to flee the country as soon as Draco was summoned. Blaise and Pansy had protested strongly of course, but Draco managed to convince them to flee. And that was during his third year at Hogwarts.

Draco still held on to the hope that Harry would finally be his one day, but that flimsy hope was dashed thoroughly on the night of his 15th birthday. His parents had summoned him home for his celebration, and he left eagerly, not finding the fact that Blaise and Pansy were not invited odd. He was used to it; they would arrive later during the party and 'surprise' him with a big birthday cake.

However, his good mood vanished as he entered the Manor. The hallway was dark and damp, and it stank. Draco recognized the smell. It was the smell of the Dark Lord. His breath began to hitch in his throat. Something awful clawed at his insides, and his chest threatened to collapse on him.

Someone-something-chuckled behind him and he jumped. A hand snaked out and grabbed his arm, caressing the flesh tenderly. "Continue walking, Draco. We have a surprise waiting for you." Draco shuddered. Fenrir Greyback chuckled again, the sound dark and sinister, and he licked Draco's cheek. Draco didn't dare to move. Hissing in pleasure, the werewolf pushed Draco forward.

Helpless, Draco stumbled down the dark hallway to the dining room. Growling in anticipation, Greyback placed a hand on the doors leading to the room. "I wanted to taste you first, but the Dark Lord declared that you are his. So count yourself lucky that I wouldn't be able to touch you. Or maybe not. I've heard that the Dark Lord is much, much worse than I am." Inhaling the scent of Draco's fear deeply, he chuckled again and pushed open the door.

Draco stumbled to a halt as he saw the sight before him. Narcissa Malfoy was lying spread out on the dining table, her breaths shallow as she writhed in pain. Chains held her limbs out, cutting into her pale and delicate flesh as she pulled the chains involuntarily. Seeing the heir to the Malfoy throne, the Dark Lord held up a hand and the Cruciatus Curse was lifted from the bounded woman.

Voldemort smiled at Draco. "Draco Malfoy." Draco tried not to shudder at the revolting way he had pronounced his name. The greatly feared man glided towards him and like Greyback, he inhaled Draco's scent. His non-existent nostrils flared in pleasure.

"Tell me, Draco, how are you progressing with Potter?" He spat the Gryffindor's name and Draco yearned to slap him for saying his name in such a revolting manner. But then he thought of how he himself had said his love's name and shame washed over him.

"It's going very well, My Lord. In fact-"

The hated creature lifted his wand and his mother screamed in pain. Lucius Malfoy lunged for the table and was restrained by barbed wires. He howled at the pain and his wife reached out for him. Greyback's fangs by his throat were the only thing that was stopping Draco from lunging forward too. Tears streamed down his face as he stared at the sight of his parents being tortured. Useless pleas bubbled from his throat as he stared at them suffering. The Dark Lord finally lifted his wand. His mother stopped screaming but continued crying as she stared at her husband who had collapsed, blood streaming from his wounds.

"Lie to me, Draco, and I will kill your parents. Understand?" Draco nodded numbly. Voldemort waved his wand lazily and Lucius' wounds healed instantly. Greyback released Draco and Voldemort motioned for Draco to join his parents. He immediately rushed towards them, his tears not stopping. He helped Lucius to the table and clutched both of their hands.

"I'm sorry, Draco. Sorry for dragging you into this situation. If I had known-" Draco shushed his father before he said something he regretted and shook his head. He had never seen his father so broken, so defeated before. It frightened him, greatly. His mother coughed and raised a hand to Draco's face, her beautiful eyes clouded with pain. "You have to be strong, Draco. Remember that-"

Draco screamed as he was yanked backwards, into Voldemort's arms. He grinned down at the Slytherin, his eyes glowing an unearthly red. "You will be screaming my name tonight," he promised before looking at the rest of the people in the room, his arm shoving Draco to the floor so he knelt awkwardly. The Dark Lord caressed his head lovingly. "Severus." The Potions Master stepped forward from his position in the shadows, bowing low. "My Lord."

"You will supervise Draco in Hogwarts. Help him in his path in killing Dumbledore. Do you understand?" When Severus answered appropriately, Voldemort fingered his wand contemplatively. Severus tensed slightly. "I'm in a good mood today. I will let you off. Dismissed." The Potions teacher bowed again, and disappeared from the room. Voldemort hummed under his breath, caressing his wand. "Let the two Malfoys go. The rest of you are dismissed too."

Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy were thrown from the room, leaving Draco and Voldemort alone. The latter let go off his hair and stared down at him. "Your new mission, Draco, is to find a way to kill Dumbledore. Fail, and your parents will die. Understand?" When Draco nodded jerkily, he sighed in contentment. He knelt beside the blonde and used a scaly finger to raise his chin. Frightened silver eyes met his red ones. "Be thankful that I have decided to not punish you for lying to me about your first mission."

The ex-Slytherin kissed the blonde hungrily. Draco gasped in surprise and the creature shoved its tongue into his mouth. Draco closed his eyes and concentrated on other things, like Harry's smile to avoid the vile taste of the snake in his mouth. Too late, Draco felt something pushing into his mind and the Dark Lord slapped him, leaving him sprawled on the floor, blood dripping from his sore mouth.

"Do not think of Potter! Don't you dare think of Potter again!" the Dark Lord raged, kicking Draco. Tears dripped from his eyes as Voldemort yanked him on his feet and apparated to his bedroom. He was pushed onto his bed and comprehension dawned on him. Trembling, he backed away from the snake and screamed as his clothes vanished. Breathing harshly, the Dark Lord trapped both his wrists and rutted against the blonde. "If I catch you thinking or dreaming about Potter again, you will find your parents begging me to kill them." Again, pleas bubbled from Draco's throat, willing him to stop. His body was to be Harry's, and he was preserving it for- He screamed in pain as the Dark Lord entered him. He began to bleed.

"You will call me Master from now on. You will be mine, forever. Do you understand?" The ex-Slytherin panted, his hips thrusting forward violently. Numb, Draco nodded. He didn't even feel the slap delivered to his cheek. "Call me Master!" Eyes haunted, Draco let the vile word escape his throat and closed his eyes when Voldemort came. Later, much later, Draco would think of how Harry will act when he found out that he wasn't a virgin anymore and discovered that he had no tears left.

~*~

When Draco went back to Hogwarts, he was numb. Numb to everything. Pansy and Blaise obviously knew what had happened and tried to comfort him but Draco just shut himself in his room, lying still on his bed.

Five days later, the door to his room crashed open and Dumbledore strode towards his bed. Draco ignored him, eyes fixated on the wall opposite him. He felt his bed sink, and he wondered vaguely if he smelled. After all, he hadn't moved from his position at all.

"I heard about what had happened, Mister Malfoy. I want to offer you my protection. If you join the Order, we can protect you and your parents from Voldemort."

Draco blinked. He chuckled, the sound raspy. "You can't protect me, not from him. He will find me, wherever I am. After all, he is my Master."

~*~

Draco was summoned back to his house the next day. This time, however, it was his Potions Teacher who brought him back home. Just before the gates to the Manor, he paused. "Remember what I said, Draco. Don't let him break you." Draco nodded silently.

Severus Snape stared at him before waving his wand. The gates opened, and Draco stepped into hell. The Death-Eaters were assembled in the garden and the Dark Lord hissed in pleasure when he saw Draco.

Draco went on his knees and crawled to him, purring slightly when fingers caressed his head. The surrounding Death-Eaters murmured at the show of submission. Voldemort grinned at them in triumph.

"He belongs to me, now." He swished his wand, and Draco was immediately stripped of his clothes, a collar appearing on his neck. "I am in a very good mood today. You shall have a turn at him." Draco lifted his head in shock, the first emotion he had shown since that day.

The circle of Death-Eaters tightened around him, and he looked up at the masked faces, terror in his throat. This time, he did not bother begging them to stop. Neither did he cry. It seemed that he had successfully ran out of tears, and he wondered vaguely if his Godfather had known that this would happen, thus his words of advice.

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Draco was tired. He had tried to poison the old Headmaster, but it didn't work. Sure, it was a half-hearted attempt, and sure, he had warned the old coot before the poisoning, but he didn't expect the Weasley to drink the poison. His previous attempts were failures too, and had resulted in bad consequences.

He rubbed a hand over his face. He had been feeling rather tired lately, and that was rare, even for him. His Master hadn't summoned him for over a month, worrying over Harry' s next possible move.

Harry. It was getting harder to keep up with his pretence in front of the messy haired Gryffindor. Ever since his Master had last summoned him, he had been dreaming about his love every night. It was unhealthy, he knew, and if his Master found out, he would be killed. Draco drew comfort from the fact that his parents were smuggled out from the country successfully. The only reason why he didn't follow them was that he had to keep an eye on Harry and try to prevent him from dying.

Blaise and Pansy were set out to be smuggled out next week, and Draco hoped that his Master would not summon him before they left the country. He needed time with them. His said best friends roused beside him and glanced blearily around. Pansy yawned in a manner that most people would have been shocked at and started packing her bag.

Goyle grunted beside her and shoved his essays into his bag before clasping it close, crumpling his homework rather successfully. Draco sighed and tugged the abused bag away from the oaf and unclasped it, smoothing out the parchments before placing them nicely in the bag. His bodyguard mumbled a "thanks", flushing with embarrassment. His other bodyguard was still struggling with his Transfiguration essay. They were both idiots, but loyal. Even though it was the Dark Lord who had ordered for the both of them to protect him at Hogwarts, they were quick to obey Draco's every order and had even dared to defy the Dark Lord's order to "Crucio" him. Thankfully, that was the one and only time. Draco had reprimanded them and ordered them to do whatever his Master told them to do. It only earned him blank stares and icy silence for the next few days.

Blaise finished his essay with a cry of triumph and was quickly hushed. Grinning like the idiot he was, he too shoved his essay into his bag and peered around the old classroom. Crabbe stared hard at his half-finished essay before tearing out the unwritten half of it. Giving it a satisfied nod, he folded it and placed it inside his bag.

Silently, the five of them crept from the classroom into the corridors. Whispering, they shuffled towards the dungeons, keeping an ear out for the old caretaker of the school. Draco cursed as he remembered that he had left his only quill on the table in the classroom. Waving his friends to continue without him, he crept back to the classroom, the concerned glances his bodyguards had given him forgotten.

His quill in his hand, he walked alone in the corridors, his brow furrowed. He bumped into something solid and he gasped. Whatever or whoever it was gasped too. His wand in his other hand, he peered suspiciously in front of him.

"Show yourself," he hissed, the caretaker on his mind.

There was a shuffle, and Harry stood before him. Draco immediately sneered even as his heart tumbled in his chest at the sight of his love. "Potter." Draco raked him with a glance, disdain showing on his face. Harry looked disheveled. Dark rings circled his eyes, and his hair was in a mess. Anger and hatred shown brightly in the emerald orbs he loved and he sighed mentally.

"Malfoy. Couldn't sleep?"

Draco's sneer remained in place, although it intensified. On the inside, however, he was worried. Harry had never struck first before, and that could only mean one thing: he was feeling miserable.

"Unlike you, Potter, I have important duties to attend to." Wanting to avoid a fight with Harry when he was so vulnerable, he smirked and side-stepped Harry. What happened next was the weirdest thing. Draco saw Harry's fist flying towards his face and he tensed, expecting the blow. But it didn't happen. Instead, Harry grabbed him by the front of his robes and kissed him. It was a violent kiss, filled with bites and lots of tongue.

Draco froze. In all his dreams, he hadn't dreamt of this scenario. The only person who had kissed him was his Master. His whole body went cold at the thought of the Dark Lord and he shoved Harry away, dragging a hand over his mouth.

"What the hell are you thinking, Potter?" he spat, heart thundering in his chest.

Harry rose from the floor and Draco froze in terror again. He had never seen such a cold look on Harry's face before, and it was even more terrifying to realize that it was directed at him.

Harry stalked towards him. "You know nothing of me, Malfoy! Nothing! You are just a pathetic Death Eater whore!"

His stomach lurched unpleasantly at that. Draco would give anything in the world for it to be a lie. Dazed, Draco did nothing when Harry slammed him against the wall.

It was all he could do to hold back the tears as Harry's rough, warm hands ripped at his clothing and violated his body.

~*~

One week later found Blaise and Pansy standing worriedly beside Draco's bed. The blonde groaned and his eyes shot opened before he ran to the adjoining bathroom to hurl his breakfast into the toilet bowl. Blaise helped him up from his kneeling position on the floor and accepted the cup of water from Pansy.

Draco took the cup and rinsed his mouth, panting heavily, his stomach still churning. He shouldn't have eaten that piece of toast at breakfast this morning. He didn't want to, but Blaise-stupid, idiotic Blaise-had forced him to eat it, insisting that he needed the source of energy for the rest of the day. Well, the sources of energy-and last night's sources-are lying in the toilet bowl.

He glared at the Italian and wobbled to his bed. He lied on it, groaning. Pansy gnawed at her bottom lip before raising her wand. Draco's eyes widened and he tried to protest but it was too late. She waved it and a soft blue light surrounded him. Draco laid still, cursing Pansy mentally. She liked to use healing and diagnosing spells on people, but he wasn't sure if she was able to pull it off. What if the spell went wrong and he was cursed with a disease that threatened to cut off all of his important organs? The light flared green and he shrieked, clasping a hand over his mouth and ran off the bed, heading towards the bathroom again.

Blaise and Pansy whispered worriedly behind him and he cursed the both of them from hell to back as he deposited the rest of the food from his stomach into the toilet bowl. Goyle and Crabbe burst into the room, panting as they looked around wildly, their wands brandished. Blaise glared at them before locking the door behind them with a powerful locking charm.

Seeing Draco bent over the toilet bowl, the two goofs rushed to his side, helping him up, barely looking at the mess in the toilet bowl as they helped to rinse his mouth and brow gently. Crabbe glared at the two still whispering Slytherins, acting as if they were the root cause of Draco's discomfort. Which was partially true, as Blaise was the one who had forced him to eat that bloody toast and Pansy had him panicking with her stupid spell.

They helped him onto the bed, still glaring at the two suspiciously. Draco tried to glare too, but failed miserably.

"Are you going to tell me what you are whispering about?" He snarled. His best friends exchanged glances before stepping closer to the bed.

"Draco. You're pregnant."

There was a heavy silence. Draco gaped at her. He couldn't be pregnant. There was no way he could be pregnant. He was a male, for Merlin's sake! Males don't get pregnant! His thoughts turned to Har-Potter and he pushed them away, unable to bear the anguish he would feel.

"Whose baby is it?" he whispered and that seemed to break the rest out of their reverie. "I'm unable to determine now, but-" Pansy wringed her hands. There was a roar, and another roar joined the first and his two bodyguards leapt off the bed, wands in their hands. "We will kill him," Crabbe growled and Goyle nodded. Blaise shoved them from the door. "Are you crazy? Killing the Dark Lord will end your life!"

"The Dark Lord isn't the only one who slept with me." Draco murmured. Goyle and Crabbe immediately rushed to his side. "But that was years ago, Draco-"

"Potter slept with me last week." There was another roar and his two loyal bodyguards ran for the door, only to find many locking charms in place.

"Last week? But we barely left you alone and… Oh Merlin. The night we finished that damned essay." Draco nodded and Pansy let out a small scream. "I know you love him, Draco, but that doesn't mean that… What will the Dark Lord do when he finds out that you're pregnant and the child isn't his?"

Draco closed his eyes wearily. He shrugged, trying to push all thoughts about Potter from his mind. "We'll have to figure out that part real quick. The Dark Lord's summoned you."

Draco stared at the piece of parchment in Blaise's hand. His hand crept to his stomach and covered it protectively.

~*~

His Master was in a bad mood. Draco caught his hand before it crept to his stomach again. Was it possible to miscarry while suffering from the Cruciatus curse? He panted, trying to keep his breathing even while his body suffered from the after effects of the curse.

The Dark Lord knelt beside Draco, smoothing his hair from his face tenderly. Love shown on his face and Draco struggled to control his nausea. "I know that you suffered the last time when I…offered your services to my loyal servants. I apologize for my thoughtlessness, Draco. This time, I will make it worth your while." Draco pushed away the memory of him being raped by the Death Eaters and struggled against his bonds, unwilling to be raped by the beasts again.

Voldemort stilled his movements and cupped his jaw, his scaly fingers stroking his flesh. "Open wide, my love." Helpless to do otherwise, Draco opened his mouth and his Master tipped the contents of the small bottle he held into his mouth. Draco swallowed obediently, his mind immediately trying to figure out what kind of potion it was.

His eyes widened as he recognized the potion. He tried to retch it out of his system but his Master held his jaw in a tight grip. He moaned as he felt the immediate effects of the potion. His body started tingling and he found himself struggling to touch his Master, craving for his touch. Anybody's touch. The Dark Lord chuckled and cupped his cheek. Draco mewled and arch into the touch.

He whimpered from the loss as his Master stepped away from him. "Draco is ready for you. Have fun and try not to break him. I will be very angry if I find him broken." His servants rushed towards the bound Slytherin who moaned happily as hands caressed every available part of him. He panted and tried to help his aunt in tugging off his pants, eager to have someone touch him. He screamed as someone thrust into him brutally, feeling blood drip onto the floor and moaned. In some part of his mind, he knew that he would suffer from the consequences of the lust potion later, and he knew that he would hate himself for succumbing to it, to the pleasure of being touched by the vile creatures.

Somewhere behind him, he heard his Master murmur, "Happy Birthday, Draco." And he wept for the first time since that day.

~*~

Draco gazed out the window, arms around himself. It was a new habit of his. His Master cuddled him from behind, his breath tickling Draco's ear. He still felt dirty after his three baths. He shivered and his Master hugged him. "Come to bed, love," he murmured in the blond's ear and he nodded jerkily.

His Master didn't bother to prepare him. Draco barely grunted as his Master entered him. Voldemort picked up his wand and Draco tensed, hand starting to creep towards his stomach. His Master waved the wand lazily and the entrance to his body tightened. Draco screamed at the sudden intrusion, his voice hoarse. He began to bleed again. His Master sighed in bliss and started pounding into him. He ran his hands over the silent blond, panting, feeling close to his climax but he held it in, wanting to come at the right moment.

The clock finally struck twelve and he let go with a cry. Sighing with contentment, his Master ran his hands over and over the blonde, pulling him closer and inhaling his sweet, intoxicating scent.

"I'll have to hide you tomorrow. Away from prying eyes…." Draco's eyes shot open. "May I ask why, Master?" His Master chuckled.

"I forgot you are unaware of your…inheritance. You are a male Veela, my precious Draco, and tomorrow, you will awaken with my baby in your womb. So I will have to hide you and my heir…"

A male Veela. Draco remained awake even as his Master slept. That explained why he was able to be pregnant. That was the reason why he had felt tired for the past month. It was because he was about to receive his inheritance. He felt like laughing hysterically. A male Veela. How screwed is that? He was now pregnant with Potter's child and if his Master found out… Oh Merlin. He was royally screwed.

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Draco chuckled as he watched Scorpius peer at a snake. The snake opened an eye and stared at the child before going back to sleep. His delighted son turned around, beaming, and Draco's breath caught like it always does when he looked at his son. And why not? His eyes were emerald green, just like his father's. He pushed that thought away firmly. It would do him no good to think about Potter now. He had refrained from doing so for the last five years, and he can survive for another five without thinking about him.

Pansy touched his elbow lightly, concern in her eyes. Draco smiled at her and hugged her tightly. She had married Blaise a year ago, and was now pregnant with their first child. After the night Draco had discovered he was a Veela, he had fled the country with his best friends and two bodyguards. They only returned after hearing that his Master was killed successfully by Potter. Blaise was the proud owner of the magical creatures shop.

Blaise entered the shop, levitating a huge box in front of him. Scorpius let out a squeal and rushed to his side. Draco rolled his eyes. He had raised Scorpius to be a normal boy. He did not want his son to be raised the same way he was raised: learning at least three languages by the age of 3.

Blaise finally relented and set the box down in front of Scorpius. The box opened and he reached inside. A snake hung from his hands, hissing. Scorpius hissed back, but with delight. The snake stared at him for a while before climbing to his shoulder. Scorpius stood, grinning. "Can I keep him, Papa? Can I?" he begged as he always did every time they went to visit Blaise and Pansy's shop.

Draco grinned too, shaking his head. Scorpius pouted as he placed the snake carefully into a glass container, patting the snake on its head. It hissed in contentment.

Draco sighed in defeat, as he always did when he was countered with Scorpius' pouts. "I'll bring you to eat ice-cream," he offered and chuckled when his son squealed in delight. He clapped Blaise on the shoulder and kissed Pansy on the cheek before drawing his hood over his head and stepping into the sunshine.

Heavily cloaked, Draco followed his son, his head down. Scorpius stopped in front of the ice-cream shop and started jumping excitedly. He laughed and picked him up, mussing up his blond hair. "What do you want, Scorpius?" He pretended to consider carefully, his brow furrowed. He bit his bottom lip and Draco's heart ached at the sight. He had picked up his habits from his father.

"Chocolate!" Scorpius announced and wriggled down. "Keep close," Draco warned him. Scorpius grinned at him. As the line inched forward slowly, Draco ignored people's curious glances at him and concentrated on what he was going to do in order to salvage the Malfoy's fortune. With no one working, it was easy to spend more than what is earned. Nobody wanted to hire Draco, Lucius or Narcissa Malfoy.

Draco ordered, and counted out sickles carefully. He smiled, and turned. Scorpius wasn't next to him, waiting eagerly for his ice-cream. He froze. He struggled to breathe as he scanned the crowd for his son. He was gone. Panicking, Draco ran into the crowd, yelling for Scorpius, not caring that his hood had fallen from his face and people were staring at him. Scorpius was gone.

~*~

Harry scowled at his reflection. He looked like an idiot. He tore the dress robes off him and aimed his glare at Pansy.

"This makes me look like a pumpkin."

Pansy smiled and Harry immediately felt suspicious. She had held him in the shop for hours, and he was yearning to get out. "It doesn't, Po-Harry. You just don't have taste." Harry's eyes narrowed. He had good taste, damn it, and he knew it. He whirled around. Pansy had taken over Madam Malkin's shop, and Harry had to admit that she designed better robes than Madam Malkin did.

He yanked out another dress robe just to irritate her and smiled blandly when he saw his reflection. He raised a brow at Pansy and bowed mockingly when she turned to the counter with a huff. The door opened to admit Ron and Hermione who squealed when she saw Harry in his dress robes. Harry did not miss the exchanging of looks between Hermione, Ron and Pansy. They had been acting suspicious every time they met up and Harry was sick of it. He opened his mouth but before he could get any word out, Ron and Hermione pulled him from the store. "I'll send you your dress robes via owl mail!" Pansy called before shutting the door behind them.

Harry scowled at Hermione and Ron. He opened his mouth again but was interrupted yet again when a small body banged into his legs and he immediately stooped to pick him up. A smile was plastered onto his face but it slid away when he looked into his green eyes. "Daddy?" the boy asked, the boy with platinum blond hair.

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A/N: Cliffhanger, anyone? The title means love conquers all in Latin