(Alright, now that life is all cleared up...here is another beloved chapter. Thank you all for taking time out of your life to read this. I really appreciate it.)
Chapter Six-Surprises Spewing
Reaching out, he took the taller's clean, pale hands into his dirty, tan hands, holding them tight before whispering a quiet, scared tone almost, "Draco, I'm pregnant."
The response to that was one of the most awkward silences to ever come about, not a single thought rushing through the blondes head as his brain wrapped slowly around these words. Slowly, as in, never, all considering the fact that the taller looked very overly confused and about to punch something. Why the punching? Because he was frustrated for the second time that day. Clearing his throat in a loud fashion, slicing open the silence like a knife through over-cooked corn, the Malfoy heir finally spoke, having never once moved or removed his hands from Harry's chocolate-y grasp. "Excuse me?" he repeated quietly, voice coming out in something much more akin to a squeak than an actual word, or sentence for that matter.
Sighing in exasperation once more, Harry glanced down, letting his hair cover his face quietly, just to hide himself from the incessantly staring eyes of the other. "Aperio," the smaller breathed quietly after a moment, giving his wrist a tiny flick. At first, there was no change to anything, everything just staying the same as Draco waited quietly in an expectant silence. Then, out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed the fact that the smaller's stomach had begun to grow, expanding and getting bigger, like little kids tummies got when they drank too much milk. Only, Harry would have had to drink a shit load of milk for him to be that big...unless...
"You're pregnant." The blonde stated, as if those facts hadn't already been pointed out by another, nodding his head in completion to his discovery. "Now, the jokes over. You can quit the shit."
Sighing once more, and removing his hands from the others, Harry turned away, placing a safe arm around his now-bulging mid-section, almost like he was protecting something within it. Something like a baby, possibly. "I'm not joking, Malfoy," he whispered, voice more serious than ever before, quiet, and tentative at the same time, yes, but serious none the less. As if this whole thing were a life or death matter, in which, in technical means, it was. A life or death situation for someone who wasn't even quite yet alive...but not dead either. "I'm pregnant and am going back."
"Why the fuck are you going back if you're fucking...bleh!" Draco couldn't bring himself to say the word, still not really believing what the smaller had said, no matter the evidence. That didn't matter. There was no way in hell that a guy could get...well...knocked up, in crude terms. "And how did you get fucking pregnant. Hold on, potty mouth, don't you say a single fucking word," the blonde's voice was now rising to even more hysteria's than before, cutting off Harry before the other could even start to explain, shaking his finger at the smaller, black haired male angrily almost. "You're going to explain this to me in the next five minutes, and if this turns out to be a joke, I'm going to find a way to get your pregnant and knock you up!" the taller warned, sitting down on the arm chair heavily behind himself, expelling a loud puff of air as he did.
Looking away once more, Harry stayed quiet for the longest time, just rubbing a thumb over his abdomen in a content air, wondering why he had even told Draco such a foolish thing. "I don't know how I can get pregnant, Malfoy. I just know that I am...is this not enough evidence for you?" he snapped back, voice a bit harsher than planned, but making his point anyway as he pointing to his tummy, demanding for the other to stare at it. "I need to go back, to get the help I need, you moron. Because unless you're planning on delivering a baby, then we're go-"
"Wait. If you don't even know how to...y'know...make the damn thing come out, why the fuck did you go get pregnant?!" Draco nearly screamed in question, his good mood from before plummeting and dying in a messy goo of ashes and boogers in a pile near his thrumming soul.
"I DIDN'T KNOW I COULD!" Harry couldn't help it as he turned and screamed right back at the taller, his eyes full of rage and hurt. "I didn't know," he repeated in a softer, quieter tone, as if it would fix everything and just make it all go away at the moment.
Trembling from anger and confusion about everything, Draco turning silver eyes up to the smaller male, staring at him like it would give him all the answers that he wanted. But the more he stared, the more confused he got. "Why go back then? You're smart...or, at least you can act smart, you'll figure out how to have that...thing," the blonde looked almost desperate as he said that, as if it really made any sense...or at least it did in his head, no out loud in his own frustration.
"I need help. I miss my friends. I miss my...family. I want to go back. It's time I face the after math anyway..." the smaller admitted in a small voice, almost afraid to look at Draco as he let green eyes drift uncertainly to the floor, almost like he was uncomfortable over something.
Sighing heavily, Draco went back over to the couch and sat down with a slightly dark expression, glancing down at his lower body, eyes on the bandage there. "I can't go back..." he breathed softly, turning his face away and brought his hands up to rest at his temples with another sigh, unwilling to explain on his answer anymore than Harry was willing to explain on his own.
But curiosity was a common thing, one thing that connected all humans, and an answer like that would definitely bring said emotion to Harry as the boy sat down in the arm chair, curling up so that his legs were folded over his bulging stomach. "Why?" he demanded just as quiet as the other, keeping his voice low so that no anger filtered through.
"Because I'm wanted." Draco paused, glancing down at his stomach and dropping his head into his open, waiting palms. "For your murder."
Silence. It was Harry's turn to be shocked and surprised, freezing where he sat, confusion all over his currently pale skin, almost as if he would pass out at any given second. "Excuse me?" he echoed Draco's words from before, though his came out much quieter and fragile, as if any other sounds would cut his words right and half and kill them where they were.
"The Ministry of Magic convinced themselves that I had killed you because I was one of the few people left standing after the battle. And you were gone, no-one knew where you were and if Dumbledore knew anything, he said nothing. And naturally, since they assumed that we hated each other still, they blamed me..." the blonde trailed off after an uncomfortable moment in silence, glancing up at Harry to examine the smaller's reaction, his own face a mask of calm, nothing squeezing through his expression other than what he wanted too. "And this," he pointed to his own stomach, before easing the clothe off the wound with a slight, almost inconspicuous grimace, revealing the almost healed gash. "Was their attempt to capture me and put me in Azkaban."