Title: Friends & Enemies
Pairings: Harry & Draco Snape & Lupin Snape & Malfoy Sr (Past tense) Draco & Voldermort (implied)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't anything, this is just my sick and twisted mind at work so enjoy
Warnings: Slash, Femslash, Male Pregnancy, Het and Attentive universe, Rape, Self-Harming, Family disowning
Chapters: 3/?
Completed: No
Summery: As year four begins Harry starts to notice that the great Draco Malfoy isn't acting like himself, intrigued he want to find out why? But will Draco's secret change the way Harry feels about him? And will his life be the same afterwards?
Chapter Summery: Schools in session but Harry finds that his feelings for Malfoy are only getting stronger especially now that he knows Malfoy secret. But is he willing to risk his friends for his old enemy?
Authors Note:
Muggle Born's, Malfoy's and Mysteries
Harry was sat on the train staring out into the distance; his talk with Draco was still fresh in his mind. His feelings for the Slytherin where becoming stronger and more apparent to him, he'd almost given the game away to the others when he'd received a letter off Draco to let him know he was ok. He'd never been so glad that Draco hadn't signed his name, instead the letter had just been signed with a sliver serpent. So when the twins had found the letter he didn't need to worry.
He was brought back to reality when he heard a voice he knew all to well…
"Father actually considered sending me to Durmstrang rather the Hogwarts, you know. he knows the Headmaster, you see. Well, you know his opinion of Dumbledore, the man's such a Mudblood lover and Durmstrang doesn't admit that sort of riff-raff. But Mother didn't like the idea of me going to school so far away. Father says Durmstrang takes a far more sensible line then Hogwarts about the Dark Arts. Durmstrang students actually learn them, not just the defence rubbish we do..."
Harry listened with interest to Draco's comments, as he pretended to listen to his friend's comments. Harry watched Crabb and Goyle leave Draco before excusing himself and seeking Draco out. He found Draco sat alone in his carriage.
"So you're mother's the only reason why your not in Durmstrang?" Harry asked from the doorway with a smile
"Taking a risk Potter? Gather you got my letter?" asked Draco as he got up and walked over to Harry and kissed him on the cheek.
"I owe you that for listening to me, and to answer your question I didn't want to. Father only wanted me there because Victor and I are friends. That's why we we're at the World cup, he sends me tickets ever game but usually father doesn't attend" said Draco as he and Harry sat down.
"It's usually the only time I can escape my life and enjoy being me, but with my current situation Father refuses to let me out of his sight. Thankfully Hogwarts is one of the few places he can't follow and won't try to because of my Godfather" said Draco with a sigh as Harry looked confused.
"Ah yes I failed to explain this the last time we met, Professor Snape is my Godfather much to father's dismay" chuckled Draco lightly as Harry went a little off colour.
"Don't worry Potter his bark is worse then his bite" laughed Draco as Harry nodded dumbly, Draco found this amusing as he dropped something heavy on to Harry's lap snapping him back to reality.
"What's this?" asked Harry as he read the cover 'An appraisal of magical education in Europe'before looking at Draco.
"Well unless you've been playing dumb the last few years Potter, it occurred to me you might not be as aware of the other Magical Schools as I am" said Draco with a playful sneer and an over-exaggerated hand gesture.
"For the number of them out there only three are really ever spoken about, Hogwarts, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. Unfortunately due to centuries of suspicion and rivalry you won't find much about each of them other then the official histories…." suddenly a noise from outside the carriage made them stop.
"HARRY"
"Seems our time together is over, I can't say when we can talk face together again but I'll keep owling you. It's been nice being able to speak to someone other then my Godfather over my problems" said Draco with a genuine smile before Harry disappeared back into the corridor.
Sighing to himself, Draco glanced out the window of the carriage. Even the weather seemed to conspire against his uneasy mind; he continued to stare out into the fog as he began rubbing his hand across his flat abdomen. He refused to allow his mind to focus on how he was going to cope when his condition would become more visible.
The storm was getting violent as Harry entered the entrance hall, for a moment he cast a concerned eye over the almost black lake in search of Hagrid and the first years. Suddenly out of nowhere Harry felt a cold run down his spine as if a Dementor was behind him, spinning round he spotted Peeves and avoided his onslaught of water bombs.
Shaking his head in amusement Harry allowed his hand to ghost over the heavy wooden doors of the Great Hall, as Professor McGonagall dealt with Peeves he, Ron and Hermione slipped into the Great Hall. He felt better as the chill that had set in faded, following behind his friends Harry ignored Ron's comments as he scanned the Slytherin table.
Draco was sat in pride of place flanked once again by his ever loyal watch dogs, Crabb and Goyle, but something told Harry that this time it wasn't by choice if the look on his face was anything to go by. For a brief moment Draco looked up and Harry felt a different kind of warmth fill him up, flashing a small smile his way Harry returned his attention to his friends and fellow housemates.
Harry was lost in his own thoughts only half listing as conversations at the Gryffindor table ranged from Nearly headless Nicks arrival, to whether or not brothers and sisters end up in the same house (if their not a Weasley that is) to finally who was going to be the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher? To which Harry had to admit even he was curious.
Suddenly the grand doors of the Great Hall swung open with an ease that only came from one persons hand, Harry turned to face them like the rest of the students. Suddenly Harry hid is head unlike his fellow housemates as he tried to hide his amusement, Hagrid passed by the trio with a hearty hello and an equally amused smile as he approached the Sorting Hat followed by a few dozen almost drowned looking first years.
Harry was suddenly grateful their arrival barely four years ago had been much smother, Harry found his mind wandering back to another first that day too. Looking up he saw Draco looking his way, he looked tired, worn out and so much different to his usual Malfoy self. Harry was beginning to wonder if his inexperience and unfamiliarity towards the Wizarding world had truly clouded his judgment towards Draco and his true personality?
This unfortunately was not a thought he could dwell on in his current location or among his current company, so as the hall erupted with the sounds of uncoordinated verses of the schools song Harry forced himself to interact with the rest of the table. That was until Dumbledore announced sometime later (after Hermione's outburst about slave labour and house elves) that this years Quidditch Cup was cancelled, Harry, Ron, Fred, Gorge and surprisingly ever Draco rose from their seats about to protest when suddenly the solid doors of the Great Hall flew open as thunder tore up the specially enchanted ceiling.
All eyes focused upon the strangers as he never faltered from his step, approaching the teachers table he took a seat and scanned the hall. Harry felt a chill creep up his spine as the strangers gaze fell upon him; Dumbledore was unfazed by the stranger's interruption as he continued on.
"May I introduce our new Defence Against the dark arts teacher, Professor Moody" said Dumbledore as the hall fell silent.
"As I was saying, we are to have the honour of hosting the Triwizard Tournament…." Dumbledore was unable to finish as the silence that fell with Moody's arrival was broken by loud cheers.
Harry once again felt out of the loop as he awaited someone's pity when they remembered he was aware of what was going on, though as Dumbledore launched into a lecture on the history of the tournament he wished he hadn't. As Dumbledore got to the part of about the risks and deaths Harry found his sense of foreboding returning, despite Dumbledore assurance that Harry was under the age set by the Ministry.
These thoughts continued as Harry wearily followed his housemates back to their dorm room, Hedwig hooted happily as Harry walked over to her perch. He watched from the window sill as he room mates settled for the night, still unable to shake his feeling of foreboding Harry decided their was only one thing he could do. Grabbing his quill and parchment from his bag he opened a smile letter and strapped it to Hedwig.
"I know you don't like doing this but please make sure your not seen, last thing ether of us need is more questions being asked about Malfoy" begged Harry as Hedwig gave him a dark look and a quick nip before taking off into the night.
Harry watched as Hedwig disappeared into the darkness before heading to his bed, Ron and the others had long since fallen into deep sleeps so other then a few strange words from Ron Harry was alone with his thoughts. His mind was as stormy as the skies outside, since that night at the World Cup Harry had found is feelings and opinions changing on many things.
He'd began questioning many things he'd once taken as law, most of all the loyalty of some of his friends and the validity of so his enemies. As sleep finally claimed his weary mind only one thing was truly apparent to Harry, he and Draco need to talk. Enemies or not there was no way Harry was going to let Voldermort or Dumbledore try to use Draco or his child as a porn of the war even if it meant Harry had to fight for Draco himself.
