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Warnings: M/M, language, Fluff, mention of sex and MPreg (MPreg might come into the story later on), Humor HP/DM, HP/OC, HG/RW Past HP/GW, past HP/OC(s), PMS-ing, and gossiping.

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Notes: Hello, again. I have been having some layout issues with this site :/ Which make me cranky. SOOO...This update will be just like last time. I have typed up a few chapters and I will be posting them in a shot amount of time. I am already up to chapter 15. I just have to edit and polish 12 to 14. Chapter 11 will be posted this week. Also, after chapter 15 the story should be finished with chapter 16. So, there is a good chance I might make my deadline before going to school and just have to edit them. Again, Thank you all for reading my story and showing support. If any grammar mistake or other wise are found, I am sorry. I try my best, but no where near perfect.

Chapter Ten

I was replaying the whole day in my head.

Well, only the Draco part. I wonder what was going on. I felt bad for watching him and it was hard to watch him break down like that.

I've hear some stories. You can over hear a lot of gossip in the ministry. People talk everywhere. Trying to be quiet in the halls, lifts, the loo. They really think others can't hear you.

Word around the office is that Malfoy is very hard on his apprentices. Some say, unprofessionally hard.

His track record for the apprentices that make it though his training is impeccable. The best of the best. They better be or the ministry would have fired him a long time ago. Or so say Mandy on the third floor.

I decide I need a night in. Spend some alone time. I called Kreacher while I was still in the office, and gave him the night off.

Ron and I ended up stopping at the pub by my flat for some take-out. I paid for a eggplant layered lasagna for Hermione.

I wasn't mad anymore, but I still haven't talk to her ...yet. Ordering my usually, pumpkin raviolis with a cream butter sauce.

Waving Ron off, I head home with my take-out, where i will be greeted by my empty home and thoughts of today.

Well, not completely empty. Hailey greeted me by the door and followed me to the kitchen. As always my raviolis were delicious.

Which lead me to the couch , where I would think and Hailey would get her daily affections.

Hailey was laying on my chest, purring away. I lightly pet her face, just how she likes it.

Before getting her, I never had these moments where I felt I could just relax and be peaceful. Most of the time I would bring home work. But Hailey was slowly changing that. She was getting bigger by the day, not to mention heavier.

She was also growing on Kreacher.

I caught them the other day in the kitchen. To my surprise, Kreacher was making dinner by the stove and magically making one of Hailey's toy mice run around the kitchen floor. And this morning I could have sworn that I saw him petting her, right after feeding.

I was glad they were getting along.

But the best thing about Hailey was Malfoy.

Anytime, I would start thinking about Draco, she was there. Giving me her purring support. I find myself talking to her from time to time about him. I was starting to think, I was a sad person. But really, I just need someone who would judge me.

One of Hailey's other magically talents was that fact she knew when someone was coming through the floo. It must be a cat's sixth sense.

Which is why, I knew someone was calling when I saw her turn her head towards the floo and jumped down to hide.

I figured it would be Ron, or even Hermione since I haven't talk to her for a bit. Maybe to thank me for dinner?

But I was surprised to find it wasn't a call at all. My fireplace flare up green flames and out step Draco.

I couldn't believe it. Here he was. Out of nowhere. I sat up on my couch and started at him.

Something must have happen. His face was blotchy and red like he was crying. He was paler then usually too. he was wearing a wrinkled white t-shirt and a brown sweat pants.

"Is...everything ok?" I asked with concern. He seemed lost in thought for a moment, I could see his head nodding.

"I...umm. No." his voice was hoarse.

"What are you doing here?" I asked in wonder. He seemed to straighten up a bit.

"Well, if I am not welcomed here I ca-"

"That's not what I meant. If you weren't welcomed here I would have blocked you in the wards." I replied, cutting him off. I didn't mean to come off ...well standoffish but when Draco becomes Malfoy, I just get defensive. "It's ok if...umm...something is wrong. And you..umm need some help. I am more than willing to help if I can"

"Would you mind if...um." he seemed to ask with hesitation. "If I stayed with you tonight?" He wouldn't even look at me. I was really worried.

Draco never came early or showed up to stay the night. I was speechless.

I was just thinking about him. Going over what happened today. I was really startled to see him here. I guess I was taking too long.

"Well, if you don't have room for me-" standing straighter, as if he was getting ready for a fight.

"No, nothing like that. I guess I could set up the guest bedroom for you ...umm unless you would rather sleep with me." I said standing to me feet. I waved my wand and block all floo calls for the night. I didn't want to send him running, but I also didn't need the call from Hermione.

Draco gave me a blank stare. I didn't know what he was thinking. He was just standing there, almost completely defeated. He was staring off, almost passed me.

I started to walk towards him. I just had a need...I wanted to touch him. Give him comfort, make him feel loved. Show him I cared.

"I just need some..." not finishing but laying his head against my chest "Please." whispering. Wrapping his arms around me. I could understand what he wanted from me. He need someone there...or here I should say with him.

I remember a time where Draco would always tell me a Malfoy always get what they want. He used it a lot when he wanted to have me cuddle or rub his back. It was a face, I could never forget. Innocent but underneath it all, manipulative.

But this wasn't that face. This didn't feel the same.

We just stood there in silence. I wrapped my arms around him. I figured he need some comfort and in the end, I did really care for him. He seem so lost and sad.

"Why don't we go lay down for a bit. Umm..."I started to rub his back. "We can just cuddle for a bit, ok? Till, you feel umm more Malfoy-ish." I was trying to make him smile, but all he did was nod against my chest.

I head towards my bedroom, guiding him in my arms. I had to move around a bit to get us to the bed, I pulled back the sheets and lay us down.

I continued to rub his back, I felt awkward. I really didn't know what was wrong, but I knew that asking would make it worst.

It only took about a few more minutes for Draco's body to shiver and the sobbing to begin.

I held him tight and whispered soft words to him, trying to calm him down. It didn't take long after that for him to cry himself too sleep.

He's so peaceful. Beautiful really. I couldn't help but stare, as he slept.

But now, I was more confused. I wasn't good enough for him to stay. He had to marry a purebred wife, but here he was. In my arms now, in a time where he needed to feel safe? Loved?

I wonder how he would explain it in the morning.