Authors note: Shweet, got another chapter finished. Trying really hard to make up for a month of abscence. Hope everyone enjoys please R&R. Thanks to everyone for the reviews so far!!! And in this first paragraph Draco's not meant to sound like a whore, he's simply cocky by thinking no one could resist him if he wanted to have sex.
Draco woke up and rolled over only to fall off his bed, onto the cold, hard floor. Draco groaned rather indignantly and lifted himself to find Harry asleep in a puddle of his own dribble in the centre of his bed. Draco groaned inwardly. Why was Harry in his bed, did he invite him there? Draco quickly checked himself over and finding his arse to be very un-sore, decided nothing had happened, which meant he didn't invite Harry to his bed.
So in one swift move Draco picked up a pillow and deftly smacked Harry as hard as he could in the face.
Harry woke with a start and came to set up straight, dribble running down his cheek, and hair knotted up on one side of his head. "What the Fuck?" Harry asked, looking wildly about; as he reached out to find his glasses. Harry pushed his glasses unto his nose and looked to Draco who stood red faced and fierce looking at the side of the bed.
"What the fuck are you doing in my bed Potter?" Shouted Draco.
Harry sat quietly for a moment, taking in first the room he was in then the situation he was in and turned a violent shade of purple. The bed he was on began to slowly lift off of the ground along with the night stand and dresser.
"Your bed...YOUR BED! THIS IS MY FUCKING FLAT YOU TWIT I'LL SLEEP IN WHICH EVER BED I SEE FIT!"
Draco began to back up as he noticed the levitating furniture and also took in Harry's grave expression. "Ugh."
"FUCKING UNBELIEVABLE OLIVER SHAT ALL OVER YESTERDAY MORNING AND NOW YOU TAKE A SHOT AT ME THIS MORNING...I WOULDN'T BE IN THIS FUCKING BED TO BEGIN WITH IF YOU HADN'T BROKE DOWN IN MY ARMS AND THEN LATCHED ON ME LIKE A FUCKING LEECH, SO DON'T ACT LIKE THIS WAS MY DOING!! I WAS TRYING TO BE KIND SINCE YOU DECIDED TO OPEN UP AND THEN CRIED YOUR EYES OUT BUT I GUESS...I guess I was wrong, you don't deserve kindness."
Harry's tone had changed form a loud roar to a venomous hiss as he pulled himself from the floating bed and stood on the opposite side from Draco. "I guess there is a reason your father treated you like rubbish," Harry glared at Draco before leaving the room, "he was a better judge of character than I ever gave him credit for!"
Draco stood motionless as Harry left the room, allowing the furniture to drop carelessly and loudly on the floor, whilst slamming the door. Draco's shock lasted all of two seconds before he was a pale, blonde, sobbing mess on the floor. He didn't move except to gasp for breath when his sobs became so hard he could no longer catch air easily.
*
Harry prepared his breakfast trying his hardest to ignore the sobs coming form the room next to him, but failed. He knew what he said was wrong, and amazingly hurtful towards Draco; yet he refused to apologise. Harry was fed up with being a doormat for people, first Oliver then Draco, in two consecutive mornings.
Harry thought that he should have been used to Draco's abuse by now. It had almost become a game over the years, but something about the flip from last night to this morning really pissed him off. Or maybe it was the fact that he had been so rudely awakened, so early. Harry looked at the clock above the stove...5:30...why the fuck did Draco get up so early to begin with?
Harry tried desperately to quell all thoughts of the blonde as he retrieved an egg form the refrigerator and cracked it on the side of a pan, allowing it to hit the hot metal with an electrifying sizzle. The smell of the frying egg filled the kitchen, and Harry allowed himself to get lost in the process of watching the gooey yellow mixture turn from a flat, liquid to a fluffy, solid. When the eggs had finished frying Harry turned them out on a clean plate and allowed them to cool as he retrieved the orange juice form the refrigerator.
Harry sat down and prepared to tuck in to his fresh meal, but instead he began to cry.
What was wrong with him? Why did everything piss him off so much these days? Twice he had lost control, that wasn't like him; he never had random acts of wandless magic. And why be so mad at Draco? Draco had always been an ass, why should he care how he treated him now? Maybe because he thought Draco would be grateful, HA!? Maybe because he wanted to become closer to Draco...get to know him?
Harry hiccuped and then ran to the rubbish bin as he vomited up the lasanga Draco had made the night before.
Great!Harry thought, somehow he managed to get upset enough to puke. Harry sat on the floor for a few minutes before he had to move away from the smell before he gave a repeat performance. He managed to trudge up the stairs and into his bathroom, ignoring the sobs that still came form Draco's room as he passed by.
Harry looked in the mirror and tried to find himself in the mess presented there. His lengthy, black hair had tangled itself into a knot on the side of his head, making it look like something was using his head to build itself a nest. His face was covered in various wet and dried fluids; damp tears, ran through dried dribble, that had been covered by a smudged of vomit and bile. To top off his vibrant new face his eyes were bloodshot, as well as red and swollen, and sported deep purple bags beneath. Harry laughed, unable to find any other response within himself.
Harry striped down as he turned on his bath, allowing the room to fill with steam and the bath with hot inviting water. He stepped in and allowed his body to melt in the warmth that enveloped him there. He slid down slowly allowing the water to cover his face, taking away the horrid mask he'd just witnessed.
Harry knew that if he didn't find a way to centre himself he was in danger of coming seriously unhinged, a danger to himself and those around him. What could he do? Kill Draco? Kill Himself? If he got mad enough he might be able to levitate the entire flat and drop it on him and Draco. HA! That would solve everything; two birds one stone and BAM...dead birds!
Harry surfaced and took in a deep breathe of air before laughing, rather uncontrollably at how ludicrous his train of thought was. He knew he had to do something that much was true, but if he had any say no one would die. Dropped flat or not.
*
Harry stood by the windows of his shop watching young boys outside look on in awe at the new brooms displayed in the window. They had just arrived today and his personal Hurricane, was waiting to go home with him. The boys were shooed along by a fierce looking woman with red hair and Harry couldn't help but think of Mrs. Weasley, the woman who had taken him under her wing like the great mother hen she was.
Harry wondered how long he could manage to stay away form his friends and their families before they came to call on him. Hopefully Draco would be gone before it came to that, there would be absolutely no explaining to them as to why he was with Harry. Well Hermione might be convinced in time, but Ron...HA HA HA! The thought of having Draco in the same room with his friends caused Harry's palms to sweat.
Jacob, Harry's sales clerk for the day, shattered Harry's waking daydream when he sent a display of broom care products toppling to the floor. Harry turned to meet Jacob with a stern look, this was a common occurrence. Jacob was an awesome worker, dedicated and punctual to the dot, but the boy was clumsy. His pay checks were forever docked for the broken merchandise, store equipment, and the day he broke the till.
"Sorry 'arry--uh--boss," Jacob apologised as he flushed a deep red, and began to restock the spilled merchandise.
Harry smiled down at Jacob, "Nothing broken, looks like a good day for you."
"Well 'at's one of us at least," Jacob answered sadly looking up to Harry, "you look like you're 'aving a shitt'r of a day mate—uh—boss."
"Is it really that obvious?"
"Well you somehow managed to miss three separate buttons on your shirt, that you decided to wear inside out...and well you look kin' o' peaky," Jacob wore a face of concern as he addressed Harry's shirt.
Harry looked down at his mis-applied shirt, "And I assume you thought it would be best to not tell me about this...until just now?" Harry asked in a tone that was more annoyed than he wanted to sound.
"Sorry," Jacob squeaked in a small voice.
Harry opened his mouth to apologise, then closed it as he walked into the back room to fix his shirt. Harry was rather tired of hearing and saying I'm sorry. As Harry slammed the door behind him a loud crack of thunder split the sky, an omen of the night to come.
*
Eight hours later Harry came through the floo network, back in his flat, wrapped Hurricane in hand. Going through the motions of sweeping himself off Harry noticed two things 1. there were no longer sobs coming form the guest room 2. Ron and Hermione were sitting happily on his couch enjoying tea and chatting away.
"Harry!" came Ron's enthusiastic voice, knocking Harry out of his stupor and into a numb panic.
Ron sat down his cup and walked over to embrace Harry in a bone-crushingly affectionate hug. Harry stood rather dumbly and allowed his fiery-haired friend to crush his ribs, without muttering a word.
"We have some news...good news!" Hermione exclaimed as she too came over to embrace Harry, "We wanted to tell you first..."
Harry felt cold and clammy, and his ears rang as he tried to pay attention to what it was that Hermione was telling him: but the only thought running through his mind was where is Draco? Somehow distracted as he was and as loud as the ringing in his ears seemed to be Harry comprehended Hermione's words.
"What is it?" Harry asked voice devoid of curiosity or emotion.
Ron and Hermione clasp hands and beamed at Harry, "We're pregnant!"
Harry felt the slap of reality, as the ringing left his ears and was replaced by a throbbing headache.
"Well 'Mione is...I just helped?" Ron admitted a little red faced; yet undeniably proud.
"I just started getting really hungry lately; I was eating more than Ron, and then the vomiting came."
"5:00 for the last two mornings...try sleeping through the sounds of that," said Ron curling up a lip in Hermione's direction.
Hermione pulled back and thumped Ron in the back of the head; and when he went to protest she raised her hand threateningly, a successful means of quieting her husband. "I should have known, before I went to the medi-wizards, the only thing that can out eat a Weasley is another Weasley."
Ron looked at his wife through slitted eyes, which did not escape her attention, "I'll gladly thump you again Ronald, I'm very emotional right now and your snide looks are amazingly irritating."
"What? You're always emotional?!
WHACK! Hermione thumped Ron again this time in the chest, causing Ron to cough at a loss of breath.
Harry reached over to hug his emotional best friend, and hopefully keep her from killing his other best friend in his living room. "That's great 'Mione. I'm so happy for you guys." While hugging Hermione, Harry shot Ron a warning glance over his shoulder, trying his best to get him to mind his liberal mouth.
"I think I have some ice cream in the kitchen, and since it wouldn't be fair to engage in alcoholic libation, I think sundaes are in order," Harry said cheerfully turning towards the kitchen.
As Harry turned the door to the guest room opened to reveal a very dishevelled looking Draco, "Harry, can we talk?"
Harry stopped dead in his tracks, as Hermione and Ron wheeled around to see where the fourth voice came from. Draco's swollen eyes widened as far as possible at seeing the company, making him look like a deer caught in headlights.
"Ugh," Draco's mouth worked amazingly fast with little results.
Before Harry could even blink Ron had crossed the room and knocked Draco to the floor. Ron now had Draco pinned to floor and proceeded to growl loudly at him, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE BLONDIE?"
Draco responded by looking at the redhead petulantly.
Hermione took in Draco's barely clothed form and the fact the came form a bedroom asking to speak to Harry. "Harry have you been sleeping with Draco?"
"Only just last night," Harry replied then smacked himself in the face, how the fuck did that slip out?
"WHAT?" blared Ron as he throttled the blonde beneath him, "YOU'VE BEEN FUCKING THIS...FUCKING FERRET?"
"No!" snorted Harry, "there was no fucking!"
"But you did sleep together?" asked Hermione, causing Ron to throttle Draco a second time.
"Well—uh—honestly...yes," answered Harry, there was no point lying now. Harry cringed as Draco yelped, whilst being hit by Ron.
"Ron!" Harry and Hermione scolded in unison, causing Ron to look back. Draco took this opportunity to head butt the distracted Weasley atop him in the nose, and escaped as Ron screamed holding his shattered blood gushing nose.
"Draco!" Harry cried out as the blonde dashed through the living room and out the front door into the rain.
Hermione had come to Ron's side, and tried to stop the gushing blood with various spells, none of which were working. "Harry we have to get him to St. Mungo's"
Harry held himself in the door frame not sure which way was the right choice at the moment. Ron, Draco, Ron, Draco. Which one was more important? Which one needed him more? Painfully Harry tore himself form the from the door frame and ran into the freezing summer rain, in search of a blonde boy in black briefs.
Ron, would live. Draco had a bounty on him. This was the right choice...right?
Author's note: Hermione is not an abusive wife in this story, she's simply moody-er than usual. Besides haven't we all wanted to hit Ron at one time or another? Please review and tell me what you think; I would gladly take the advice and observations of anyone as to how to make my story better or more interesting.
