...Then Who is He?
Chapter 7
I don't own Harry Potter
"What do you have first Harry?" Hermione asked the next day at breakfast.
"Herbology," I said, glancing at my schedule. "Then I have Charms and the afternoon off," I said happily.
Before Hermione could reply, Ron sat down across from us. His eye was covered in a nasty bruise. I quickly glanced over my shoulder and saw Draco scowling at him from the Slytherin table.
I gave him a reassuring smile and turned back to Hermione. "I better get going if I want to get to the greenhouses on time," I told her, grabbing my bag.
She nodded and followed me out of the Great Hall. "I'll see you at lunch Harry," Hermione said, waving as she turned to go to her Arthimancy class.
I waved back at her and left the castle, walking across the grounds towards the greenhouses.
"Harry, Harry wait up!" Ron's voice called after me.
I kept walking, ignoring Ron completely.
"Really, you're not talking to me now?" Ron asked as we reached the greenhouses.
"No, I'm not Weasley," I said coldly. "If you won't accept Draco, then there's no point in us being friends any more."
"Harry," Ron almost whimpered.
"You could have killed him Ron! He could have died! What happened to you over the summer that turned you into such a dick? You haven't even asked about Mum, like you don't even care," I asked him.
Ron mumbled something I couldn't hear.
"What was that? I didn't quite hear you."
"I fell in love with you," Ron mumbled. "And when I'm finally ready to tell you, you have a giant hickey from King Slytherin himself!"
I was shocked. Ron was in love with me? I had always thought he liked Hermione.
Before I could even think of a coherent response, Professor Sprout started the class.
...
All of Herbology and Charms passed before my mind cleared enough for rational thought. Sitting at lunch between Hermione, who had her nose stuck in a book, and Ron, who hadn't said a word since Herbology, was awkward.
I quickly scarfed down my lunch and headed outside, to the lake.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Draco asked, sitting down next to me.
"Ron told me he was in love with me in Herbology," I muttered, leaning into Draco as he sat down next to me.
"And what did you say?" Draco asked, his tone light, but his body tense.
"Nothing, I was so shocked that I didn't know what to say. Ron hasn't said a word since. I know, we had Charms together too."
"We can figure out what to do about Weasley later. I haven't seen you all day," Draco said, pulling my face towards his. "It'll be okay, you'll see."
I nodded and gave Draco a kiss, turning back to the lake, "I hope you're right."
...
"We'll see you back at Hogwarts Hermione!" I said, waving as Draco and I left King's Cross following Dad.
"Don't forget to send me pictures Harry!" she called back, going the other way with her parents.
"How's Mum?" I asked as Dad led us to the Underground.
"He's fine, getting a bit antsy because the pup's almost due," Dad told us as we entered the train. It's due any day now."
"Are we going to take him to St Mungo's or will it be born at home?"
"Home," Dad said, leading us off the train and up to Grimuald Place.
"Mum! We're home!" I called when we entered the house.
With a loud bang, Kreatcher appeared in front of us. "Master Lupin sleeps. Pup eager to be out," he said with a bow.
I nodded and led Draco upstairs, showing him his room and putting my trunk in my room.
"What do you think?" I asked Draco after we had out things put up and were relaxing in the library.
"Your parents really love you Harry," Draco said softly.
"Don't yours?" I asked him, confused by his statement.
"I know my mum does, or did. But lately...She's different, acting more like my dad, cold and distant," Draco said sadly.
I nodded and was quiet for a moment. "Do you want to see the baby's room? Dad's been working on it all year and sent me pictures."
Draco nodded with a chuckle and stood. "You're really excited about being a big brother, aren't you?"
"Of course I am. Until the summer before 4th year I thought the Dursleys were my only living relatives, now I know not only am I not related to them, but my parents are alive and I have a baby brother on the way," I said, opening the door on the other side of Mum and Dad's room from mine.
The walls were a deep midnight blue with stars that twinkled and a moon that waxed and waned as the real one did. The changing table, dresser, rocking chair, crib, and accents were a dark brown wood.
The stars on the wall above the crib made their own constellation, changing every few minutes with messages like, "Henry Phillip Lupin-Black" or "Always Loved" and pictures of wolves and Snitches.
"This is wonderful Harry," Draco breathed as he took in the room. "It must have taken your dad ages to do it all."
"He had help from Kreatcher. It was good for him, kept his mind off everything that could go wrong," I said, running my hand along the rail of the crib, "Do you want to see my part?"
Draco nodded and I opened the top drawer of the dresser. "I didn't get all for this myself, but I told Dad what to get," I said, pulling out a blue onesie that read, "My Big Brother went to Hogsmede and All He got me was this onesie."
"I didn't know there was a baby store at Hogsmede," Draco said, taking the small garment in his hands.
"You just have to know where to look," I said, smiling at Draco's tender expression.
"Harry," Dad said, appearing in the doorway, "It's time."
I nodded and grabbed Draco's hand, pulling him into the library before leaving him there to grab a few things, going to Mum's room.
"Are you okay Mum?" I asked, sitting in the chair next to his bed.
"When did you get back?" Mum asked, smiling at me.
"About an hour ago. Draco came too. He's in the library. I didn't know if you would want him in here or not."
"Has he been good to you? Behaving himself?"
"He's been a perfect gentleman Mum. It's Ron we've got to worry about. He still hasn't accepted us," I said sadly.
"Ron sounds just like James. Give him time. He'll come around. You'll see."
"How do you know? I don't think he'll ever forgive me."
Mum winked at me. "Uncle Moony doesn't share other's secrets, but I can promise you he'll be better at the start of next term. Now bring Draco in here. I need to talk to him."
