The Way Things Are Supposed To Be

Chapter Four: Together

Babblings Thanks to all of you who reviewed the last chapter. I hope I'm not disappointing you with my horrid writing. Also I'm sorry about any grammatical errors. I have yet to find a permanent beta.

Note No, Harry cannot use magic. In this world, only certain people can use magic, such as his healer – thus why this is an alternate universe (AU) story.

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Draco's point of view

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I'd become a nomad – or something of the sort. I found it kind of ironic really: how I'd gone from living in an elaborate castle to having no particular place to call home. Sure, I still had money – and lot's of it – so it wasn't like I was starving or anything, but it wasn't the same.

And I missed Harry. That last night with him haunted me all the time. I wondered if my father had claimed him yet. I shuddered at the thought. My father didn't deserve someone as angelic and innocent as Harry. Truthfully, no one deserved him.

About a month after my departure from Harry, I found myself in a large town. People mulled lazily along on every street I turned. I glanced at the different vendors and shops. Finally, after grabbing a bite to eat, I sat on a bench, nibbling hungrily at the piece of fry-bread.

"You want your fortune read?" came a voice from below me. I looked down and met eyes with an old woman, sitting on the sidewalk.

I shrugged and nodded, deciding to appease her. I didn't really believe in that kind of stuff. "Yes please."

She grinned toothily and shook a bagful of bones, scattering them in front of her on the ground. She smiled. "Ooooh. There is a boy. You love him, yes?"

"Yes," I said without a moment's hesitation. She looked back at the bones and a frown covered her face. Oh boy, I thought. What's a fortune-telling without something morbid?

"He needs you," the woman said, looking up at me. "I cannot read what has happened. The bones are too vague, but they tell of urgency. The boy has something of yours."

I don't know what it was about her, but I knew she was telling the truth – this wasn't just your typical everyday hocus-pocus. I had fled away from her before she could say anything else.

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Harry's point of view

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No one talked to me – well, except my healer, Helen. She took care of me; held my head as I puked my guts out every morning. After a couple of weeks, the morning sickness began to subside, which I was hugely thankful for. Most days I spent time with Helen in her rooms. She never made me feel unwanted. My parents and Lucius on the other hand, made me feel like the most disgusting being ever to crawl the earth. The wedding was called off, but Lucius didn't leave the castle. I assumed he was coming up with a different plan to become king.

After another month, I began to notice a bit of weight gain in my midriff. I felt myself smile – the first in several months. A life was growing inside of me – a life which Draco left behind. My child wouldn't grow up thinking they were despised. He or she would be loved by me with all my heart, with everything I had to offer.

A knock came on the door to my bedroom one night when I sat in my rocking chair, staring up at the stars and the moon. The door opened and my mother walked in. I hadn't talked with her since I had found out I was pregnant. "Harry?" she asked. I nodded, showing that it was okay for her to come in. "Harry," she said, placing her hand on my knees. I looked up. "Your father and I love you, but after the baby is born you have to leave. What you did… it puts everything your father and I have accomplished to shame. It puts the kingdom to shame."

Even though I knew this was coming, it still hurt. In a way, I could see their side of the story. I had put them to shame. All the same though, it got me out of marrying Lucius… "I know," I said. "I know."

With that, she gave my knee one last pat and left. I guess I turned out to be nothing but a disappointment to them.

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A couple of days later, I got an announcement saying that my father had chosen Lucius as his successor to the throne if anything were to happen to him. An anger boiled up within me that I had never felt before. I wasn't even gone yet. But to my father I was as good as dead. And the thought of Lucius controlling our kingdom, the kingdom that was mine by birthright, scared me. He would destroy everything my parents had worked hard for, not just put it to shame as I had done. And yet again, I found myself helpless to do anything about it. There wasn't really anything I could do. It would have been me against an entire country basically.

Helen had kicked me out of her office for the day, saying I needed to get out and get some fresh air to get this recent news off my mind. So I found myself in the gardens, a place where, even as a little child, I went to vent. It was hard to walk any length lately, though, because my feet had swollen so much. When I went to sit on the bench, I heard a loud commotion behind me. I groaned and put my hands over my ears, trying to block out the noise. I definitely did not need this at the moment.

Then someone's shadow came over me and I looked up, prepared to yell at them to give me my space. Instead, though, I nearly fell backward off the bench when I saw the boy standing in front of me.

"D-draco," I sputtered.

"Sorry," he said, "I had a hard time getting into the castle." He glared at the guards behind him, who were backing away when they saw he was talking to me. "Are you okay?" he asked, voice tinged with genuine concern.

Was I okay…? Such a complicated question and one that I didn't have an answer to. So instead of answering him, I asked, "What are you doing, Draco? You shouldn't be here. Our parents will execute you if they see you."

"Why," he asked, a confused look coming across his face, which quickly turned to a rather frantic look "Did they found out about… us?"

I laughed bitterly at the irony of it all. "You could say that." Absently, my hand found its way to my growing belly. Draco's eyes followed my hand.

"Oh, God," he said, "did I get you pregnant?"

I leaned forward, head in my hands, overtaken with a mixture of laughs and tears. I was dreaming; I had to be. There was no way Draco would show up like this – not after he had broken my heart. He had disappeared forever. Surely, all the stress I had been going through was making me lose my mind. It was all so… random. I'd finally lost it.

He sat beside me, wrapping me in a hug, his arms around my still small baby-belly. "I did, didn't I?" he said, wiping away my tears.

"Yes, Draco," I nodded. "You did."

"Oh," he said, dropping his eyes. "I'm sorry."

I let out a deep sigh, relaxing into his arms. "What are you doing here?" I asked again.

He paused for a moment, as though trying to rearrange his thoughts. "I talked to a fortune-teller. She said you needed help." I raised my eyebrows. A fortune-teller? No one actually believed those people. Maybe we'd both lost it. Or maybe we were just meant to be together. "So what are we going to do?" he asked.

"Well," I began, "I'm to be disowned once I have the baby. And your father is supposed to take over the throne if anything happens to my father."

A panicked expression crossed his face. "What?! Harry, don't you realize he'll kill your father just to get to that throne. That throne is rightfully yours. Harry, why aren't you fighting this?"

"What am I supposed to do?" I asked, incredulously.

"Well, if you won't do anything about it then I will."

"How?"

He grinned. "If we can convince them to marry us, then we can get your throne back."

"And the baby?" I asked, rolling my eyes, seriously thinking Draco may need to be treated for insanity. Suddenly, my child kicked and I winced. He or she obviously agreed with me.

Draco looked as if he just barely realized that we were going to be having a baby together. Finally, he smiled and said, "Our child will grow up knowing it is loved by bother of its parents." He nuzzled his nose against the soft skin against my neck.

Okay, maybe we were both insane, but at least our insanity made sense.

Kind of.

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Babblings: Okay, I'm sorry about the crappiness and shortness of this chapter, but, please, tell me what you think of it anyways.