Title: Afterwards - Chapter 4

Author: Jhaylin

Rating: PG to PG-13

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Words: 1598

Warnings: Slash (duh!), past mpreg implied, mpreg

Disclaimer: Not mine. Property of JK Rowling.

Author's note: This is my first Harry Potter fic ever, so cut me some slack.J

Summary: Harry and Draco thought that after settling down and having a few kids, life would be perfect, but life is far from it. The honeymoon period is most definitely over. Can Harry and Draco salvage their jaded relationship, or have they drifted so far apart that it's too late.

"I'm pregnant."

Harry let go of Draco and shot him an incredulous look.

"What?"

Draco raised his head and glared through red-rimmed eyes.

"I'm pregnant."

Harry's face had a look of disbelief upon it.

"That's it? That's what's got you so upset?" Harry exclaimed crossly.

Draco bolted up from the bed and whirled around to face Harry.

"What do you mean by 'that's it'?"

Harry leapt off the bed as well and towered over Draco.

"I mean exactly what you think I mean! God Draco! I've been agonizing about what had you so upset all week! I could barely get anything done at work, I couldn't sleep, I didn't even go out all week. And this whole time, that was the big problem. Pregnancy. I thought you were sick or something else serious!"

Draco glowered at him.

"You think that pregnancy isn't serious?" he asked incredulously.

"Well of course I think its serious. But you were acting as if something horrible had happened. Obviously I assumed something was wrong."

"And you don't think there's something wrong with me being pregnant again?"

Harry looked puzzled.

"Why would I think there was something wrong?" he asked, not understanding why Draco was asking him this.

Harry looked taken aback as Draco's eyes shot up towards his and he saw that they were filled with contempt.

"Well of course you wouldn't think anything was wrong with it. You're not the one who'll have to go through the pregnancy, are you? You're not the one who'll have to give birth, and you're not the one who'll have to stay home all the time to look after not two, but three children!" Draco exclaimed.

Harry frowned at Draco.

"Are you saying that you don't want our children?" Harry asked calmly.

"No! You know that's not what I'm saying!"

"Then what are you trying to say?" Harry asked irritably.

Draco made a noise of frustration.

"I'm saying that I don't want anymore children."

Harry gazed at him coldly.

"So what do you want to do? Get rid of it? You want to get rid of our child before it's even had the chance to take its first breath? Is that what you're trying to say?" Harry asked angrily.

"Don't you dare act self-righteous. If you were in my place, I doubt you'd disagree with me."

"Yes I would! I actually care bout my children!" Harry exclaimed.

Draco froze and was silent for a moment before he spoke again.

"How dare you," he whispered.

Harry looked on, unrepentant.

"You think I don't care about our children? How dare you. You bloody bastard. I'm the one who carried them. I gave birth to them. I gave up my career to stay at home with them. I'm the one who doesn't even have a life of his own anymore. It revolves around Terrence and Adelaide. And you have the gall to tell me that I don't care?" Draco enunciated, voice deadly calm.

"What the hell are you implying?" Harry asked furiously.

"I'm implying that for someone who says he cares about his children, you seem to spend an awful lot of time away from home. You think I don't care? I think that its fairly obvious that you're the one who doesn't care."

"What are you talking about? Of course I care! I'm the one who wanted children in the first place!"

"I don't think you wanted them at all. I think you thought that you were supposed to want children. I think you thought that that's what everyone expected from you. Because if you really did care about them, you'd actually spend some time with them. A few days here and there when we go out is not enough. You can't be their caring father if you're never here," Draco said, voice bitter

"You're barking mad. And getting off topic. This is about you not wanting this child!"

"Well why don't you give me one good reason to want another child. I might as well be a single parent. We've already established that you're never here! I can barely handle two children. How do you think I'll cope with three?"

"What the hell are you going off at me for! I don't see why you're complaining! All you do is stay at home and look after a couple of babies. Hardly back breaking labour!" Harry exclaimed.

Draco stared at him in stunned disbelief. He could feel tears welling in his eyes.

How could he say that? Draco's life was miserable. Harry knew how unhappy Draco was. He was practically depressed. And Harry thought what he did all day long was a joke? Well fuck him.

With that thought, Draco whirled around and marched into Adelaide's room. He heard Harry slam the door behind him, locking him out of their room.

Like I give a fuck, Draco thought.

He grabbed her diaper bag, stuffed some clothes, toys, and diapers in there and slung it over his shoulder. He lifted Adelaide out from her crib and walked downstairs.

He walked out the front door, and the anti-apparation wards. When he reached the edge of the wards, he promptly apparated to Pansy's house, where he knew Terrence was. Harry could just go and fuck himself. Draco didn't need his shit. How dare he say that Draco didn't care about his children. And he thought Draco didn't do any hard work? Fucking bloody bastard. If that's what he thought, then there was no way in hell Draco was staying in that house with him any longer.

Harry ran a trembling hand through his hair as he heard Draco slam the front door and leave with Adelaide. He slumped down onto the bed and put his head in his hands.

God. Draco. Pregnant. Again.

Harry felt red hot anger welling up within him as he thought about the fact that Draco didn't want this child.

What was wrong with him? It was their child. How could he not want it. And how dare he tell Harry that. Did he really think that he'd ever agree to not have the baby? No way. No way in hell. It was his child and there was no way he was going to let Draco get rid of it or give it away.

And Draco had said that Harry didn't care about their children.

Harry scoffed. Here was Draco saying that he didn't want this third child and he had the nerve to tell Harry that he didn't care about their children.

Well fuck.

Draco was a whiny bastard. Harry was the one who went to work all day. 8 hours a day. And what did Draco do? Sit around at home all day with a couple of babies. That's hardly tiring work. And had Harry ever said anything about it? No. Had he ever complained about the fact that he had to work while Draco got to stay at home all day doing nothing? No.

Draco was a fucking unappreciative, spoiled brat. Who didn't give a shit about their children. Or Harry, it seemed.

Draco sat in Pansy's kitchen an hour later. He heard Pansy cooing at Adelaide in the other room as she fed her her bottle.

Bloody Harry sodding Potter.

Draco couldn't believe him. It was over an hour later and he still felt as though Harry had slapped him in the face when he said that Draco did nothing all day. He had almost forgotten all about the pregnancy in the past hour. All he could think about was the fact that Harry truly believed that Draco did nothing all day long.

Even now, Draco still felt like bursting out in tears. Everything Harry had said had hurt him. From saying that he didn't care about the children, to saying that taking care of their children was an easy, insignificant job.

Draco had been annoyed with Harry the past few months because he never helped with the children, but it hadn't ever been too bad because he had thought that Harry must at least appreciate everything he did, and everything he had to give up to do what he did. But today that illusion came crashing down as Harry outright said that he didn't think what Draco did was important or hard at all.

That had been the last straw. Draco had taken Adelaide and Terrence and he wasn't coming home until Harry apologized and made up for it. He deserved that much at least.

That bastard.

His mental thrashing of Harry came to a stop as across the table from him, Terrence stood on his chair and began jumping on it. For no reason.

"Sit down please," said Draco.

"Daddy. No!" said Terrence.

"Sit!"

"No," mumbled Terrence as he bit into his cookie.

"No more cookie then," Draco said as he snatched the cookie from Terrence's hands.

Terrence glared at him, holding out his hand.

"Cookie!" shrieked Terrence.

Draco felt a headache coming on.

"Only if you sit down."

"My cookie!" screamed Terrence, breaking out in tears.

"Please sit down then," Draco said as calmly as he could, trying not to lose his patience.

"Cookie!"

"Sit down"

"My cookie!"

"Sit down."

"Cookie!"

"Sit down."

Draco breathed a sigh of relief as Terrence finally sat down and expectantly held out his hand, the other hand brushing away the tears left behind by the brief tantrum.

Draco reached over and put it back in his hand.

Terrence grabbed his cookie and stood back up again.

Draco glared.

Harry thought that dealing with this all day was easy? That bloody sodding bastard.

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TBC...