A Million Reasons
Chapter Ten
Harry stepped out of the shower, dripping wet and groped for a towel that he wrapped around his waist. His long ebony hair was dripping onto his shoulders, sending droplets of water trickling down his muscular chest.
He had half an hour until the party started though he aimed to be there in an hour and a half, which meant that he had plenty of time to get ready. It had taken him pretty much all day to pick out his outfit, tight fitting denim jeans and an emerald green turtle neck jumper that matched the colour of his eyes.
He moved through into his bedroom and sat down cross legged on the bed, towel still wrapped around his waist as he began to blow dry his hair. Even though it was still as messy as ever it was also longer than he had dared to have it while at the Dursley's. It now almost reached his shoulders.
Harry had taken to blow drying and straightening it after washing it just so that it looked like it was supposed to be that messy rather than looking like he just couldn't be bothered. He had been so determined not to think about Draco and have a good time at the party.
And speaking of Draco he had been moping about the manor avoiding his father and packing, he had been supposed to leave the day after graduation but he had been putting it off because of Harry. He had told the Gryffindor that he had to leave in five days, the problem was that now that he and Harry were fighting there didn't seem to be any point in delaying his departure anymore.
He hated to leave what with him and Harry on bad terms but the problem remained that they didn't seem to be able to get along. He planned on going to see Harry that evening and saying goodbye. He knew that he had really hurt Harry by saying that they would never be together in that sense of the word.
His father was delighted that he was finally leaving, he had started to get very suspicious of the fact that Draco had been delaying his departure. Lucius Malfoy was set on his son become a world class potions master just like his Godfather Severus Snape. Lucius would be ecstatic for that to be his son's fate. He had also been looking into potential candidates for marriage because of course Draco would have to marry a pure-blooded witch so to keep up the honourable family name.
Draco knew all of this of course and he wasn't fighting it, he couldn't bring himself to fight it, he loved his parents greatly and he didn't want to disappoint them. His father may have been a cold hearted bastard a lot of the time but his intentions were in the right place. His mother wasn't nearly as mean, she doted upon her only child, she had wanted more children but she had miscarried three times after Draco was born and then was declared infertile.
They had their reasons for being the way that they were and all they wanted was for Draco to settle down with a suitable witch or wizard and have children that would carry on the Malfoy name. Draco knew that they would never accept Harry Potter into the family and all Draco wanted to do was to please his parents as best he could.
Draco would admit to no one that he actually had feelings for the famous Harry Potter, he couldn't have shared that secret with anyone. He had said the things that he had to Harry because he knew that if he had led him on any further then he would have been heartbroken.
Lucius wanted a grandchild that he could tutor in the ways of the Dark Arts and encourage into the ways of being Slytherin. He wouldn't have been able to cope with the knowledge that his grandchildren were part Gryffindor.
Harry had no idea about any of Draco's worries over this and he also had no idea that Draco would be coming to see him this evening, if he had known this then maybe he wouldn't have gone out with the intention to flirt outrageously with any male that he found slightly attractive.
He had finished doing his hair within half an hour and was now ready to leave, dressed in his tight jeans and emerald green jumper. It truly made him look downright sexy. He had even preformed a spell so that he didn't have to wear his glasses anymore which meant that his eyes were a lot more vivid and noticeable.
Harry hoped to get Oliver Wood alone tonight, all that Quidditch had turned him gay, who wouldn't turn gay flying around with a bit of wood between their legs and chasing after balls all day for a career. Harry hadn't seen Oliver in a long time and he was actually looking forward to the chance to get him alone tonight.
The young man was young and attractive and he had the cutest Scottish accent. Harry had seen photos of him since leaving Hogwarts and signing with Puddlemere and he had to admit that professional Quidditch agreed with him.
Harry could hear the party raging next door and he knew that he should make his way over, he didn't bother with a jacket as he was only going next door. He knew he looked hot and was satisfied that he would be able to seduce Oliver.
The party really was well on its way, a lot of people had already had a fair amount to drink. Harry knew that he shouldn't be drinking and was determined to stick to the non-alcoholic variety of drink tonight. Ron greeted him as he walked in and he was soon meeting and greeting a lot of his old friends, seeing them again put a smile on his face.
The music was blaring and he was getting his fair of the attention as he wove through the crowd, trying to locate his target. He was certainly receiving a few lustful looks from some of the party goers. Harry felt very satisfied that he had chosen the right outfit for his purposes of the evening.
Finally Harry managed to spot Oliver talking Quidditch to Seamus and casually he made his way over to the pair. Seamus was saying something about the newest model of broomstick in his thick Irish accent.
"Hey guys" Harry said sending a seductive smile at Oliver, such a smile that any fan girl or boy would love to be on the receiving end of.
"Hey Harry" They both send in unison, the difference was Oliver's gaze lingered on him, appreciating the outfit that he was wearing. He did always like to stop and appreciate things to the fullest.
"So, there was an interesting article in the paper yesterday about you Harry, was it true?" Oliver asked, his tone casual and his eyes staying locked on Harry's.
"Parts of it" Harry said mysteriously, he found it fascinating that Oliver was asking him about this and he wanted to know why.
"Saying that you have a boyfriend for example," Oliver continued and Harry couldn't help but smile at the older man's subtlety for enquiring as to whether Harry was currently spoken for or not.
"That was a lie, I'm single, however I am pregnant." He said, he wanted to make sure that Oliver knew that before they continued with the flirting and seduction.
"Well that's interesting, seeing as you're single and all how about a dance?" Oliver asked and at this Seamus smirked at the pair and wandered off to find someone else to talk to.
"I would love to." Harry said and he allowed Oliver to lead him to the part of the living room that had been turned into a dance floor, there were many people crowded into the area but the couple eventually found a space to accommodate. Though it was a very small area and they ended up very close, rubbing sensually against each other to the beat of the music.
Off to the corner Hermione noticed the two and nudged Ron in the side to point it out to him. "Seems Harry's having fun" She said with a smile and Ron nodded and returned the grin. Both were happy for their friend and were overjoyed at the fact that he wasn't sulking in a corner thinking about Draco.
Draco mean while was just arriving at Harry's front door and was taken aback when no one answered his knocking. He then noticed the music coming from next door and remembered that Ron and Hermione lived next door and gathered that that would be where Harry was.
He made his way and entered, the door had been left on the latch for the convenience of the guests. No one tried to stop him as he entered although there were many curious glances sent his way as he made his way through the house in search of Harry.
It was then that he spotted the raven haired Gryffindor, on the dance floor, getting very up close and personal with Oliver Wood and suddenly Draco saw red. Ron and Hermione had noticed his entrance and sensing trouble they sprang into action. Ron went to alert Harry of Draco's presence and Hermione went to Draco to calm him down and attempt to persuade him to leave.
Draco was finding it very difficult to keep calm as he made his way over to Harry, Hermione stopped him briefly but before she could get a word in he pushed her aside, he reached Harry just as Ron finished telling him that the blonde was there. Oliver was looking a little confused and slightly miffed as well that his dance with Harry had been interrupted.
Before anyone realised what was happening Draco had drawn back his fist and punched Oliver clear on the nose, the force and the surprise of it caused Oliver to fall to the floor with blood pouring from his nose. The music stopped, everything went silent and all the guests just stared.
"Stay away from Harry, Wood, he's mine!" The aggressive and angry looking blonde snarled as Harry crouched down to see if Oliver was alright. At these words however Harry's head snapped upwards and he fixed Draco with a stern glare.
"How dare you Draco! I'm in no way yours! You have no right to claim any such thing!" He snapped as Hermione came to help stop the bleeding, waving her wand in a expertly practised fashion.
"You're carrying my children!" Draco snapped back.
"So what? You're leaving remember, you don't want anything more to do with us."
The crowd remained silent, taking everything in. Harry didn't care, the news was already out that he was pregnant, everything else had had to be kept secret because of Draco's father but now everyone knew that and Harry knew that it was more than likely that it would be splashed across the Daily Prophet in the morning. As if on cue the flash of a camera went off right before Harry and Hermione helped Oliver back on to his feet.
"Harry!" Draco said as Harry, Hermione and Oliver moved their way through the crowd, heading to Harry's house to get away form the mass of people and from Draco.
Harry said nothing, he couldn't summon up the words, it meant a lot that he had come back but he had been way out of line doing what he had to Oliver. Harry wasn't sure how he felt about the blonde anymore, it seemed that he had a possessive side and some twisted part of his brain had classified Harry as his property. How that worked Harry didn't know but currently he didn't care, he just wanted to get away from the party guests and talk to Oliver in private so that he could apologise.