Author Note: I'm working extra hard on this story so that I can finish the Christmas parts before New Years Eve. I want to publish the New Years Eve Chapter on New Years Eve…since I didn't get to do that for Christmas…

Chapter 13

Time Jump To Christmas Eve

Will (PoV)

I was surprised that I felt at home with the Weasley's. They accepted me without judgment and I became an honorary Weasley. It was Christmas Eve and Draco, Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, Harry, and I were sitting around the fire. Ron sat in an overstuffed yellow chair a glass of firewhiskey in hand. Hermione sat on the floor below him with a romance novel covering her face. Fred and George we're playing something called exploding snaps on the floor in the middle of the room. Draco perched on the end of a rocking chair, a glass of wine held precariously in his fingers. I sat on one end of the couch and Harry sprawled across the remainder of the couch, his head in my lap.

"So Harry," Fred began after losing another game, "Have you filled Will in on all the adventures you had in Hogwarts."

"No, I only told him what he needed to know." He replied, he wasn't feeling good since eating dinner and just wanted to relax.

"Like what?" George asked, while setting up another round of snaps.

"Well he told me about the school, the houses, the classes, the staff, and his friends." I responded, my fingers toying with Harry's hair.

"What!" Ron shouted, "You failed to mention Fluffy, and the basilisk, and the giant bloody spiders."

"Not to mention the dragons, mermaids, werewolves, dementors, and Voldemort." Hermione added on, not even looking up from her book.

"He told me about Voldemort," I looked down at Harry, "He's the guy who killed your parents and gave you that scar, right?" Harry nodded that I got it right.

"You really have no idea who you're with." Fred and George sighed, ignoring their game altogether. Their eyes filled with pity.

"And that's how I wanted it," Harry snapped, "That's why I left the wizarding world. Everyone sees me, and all they see is everything I've done, everything I've overcome, and they pity me. I hate it."

"But Harry," Hermione began, pushing her book to the side, "Doesn't Will deserve to know. All those things are a part of who you are. You're only letting Will see a sliver of who you are." She argued. Harry stood up and stormed out of the room.

"I'm going to bed," he growled before he was out of sight. I felt as though he was still out there, listening.

"Now you've done it." Draco laughed, before taking a sip out of his glass.

"I realize that there is more to him than he has told me. But I trust him to tell me when he's good and ready." I stated, because I just wanted to let them know. I didn't care, I mean I hated that I knew so little about him, but I was willing to wait till he was ready.

"But Will, if you keep that mindset, he will never tell you." Hermione tried to make me see, that this was something I would have to fight him to find out.

"Than I will never know." I stood up and followed Harry out of the room. As I expected he was sitting on the stairs outside the room. I motioned for him to get up, and we went up to our room.

"I'm sorry." Harry whispered from his side of the bed. We got ready for bed in silence, and now that the dark surrounded us, he finally spoke.

"Don't be. Although I am interested in this other life you live. I won't push you for information." I reached out to him, pulling him closer to me.

"It's just, for eleven years I thought I was nothing. I was abused by my aunt and uncle, forced to be a slave," he choked back a sob, "And then one day I find out I'm famous. I'm famous in this magical world, where I can escape from the Dursley's. I'm famous for doing something when I was one years old. I only vaguely remember, if that. I've faced death every single year at Hogwarts, sometimes more than once. I've actually killed somebody. This isn't the kind of thing someone can just accept." He was crying now, and I just held him close. 'He killed somebody.' A voice in my head was screaming that statement over and over.

"Harry. That's all in the past. I'm sure you did what you had to too survive." I began but he stopped me.

"See, that tone of voice is what I hate. You're treating me like I'm unstable, or fragile."

"Harry. If anything this proves how strong you really are. I want you to know, that the only way this would change how I look at you. How this does change how I see you is that you are stronger than I thought. Goodnight." I gave him a quick kiss on forehead, pulling him as close to me as I could and allowed myself to sleep.

Harry (PoV)

I woke up the same as I had for awhile, running into the bathroom and vomiting. Mrs. Weasley was up as well and called me into the kitchen after I cleaned myself up. Draco was the only other person awake, but he was out for a walk or something.

"Harry, are you feeling alright?" Molly asked from where she stood by the stove.

"Yeah, no, I don't know. I've been real sick recently, but it's only in the morning. And after I eat." I replied, doing my best not to sound too worried about it. Draco entered the kitchen taking a seat next to me.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were pregnant," Mrs. Weasley joked, and I laughed along with her, noticing that Draco became rigid, "And that's only possible if you took a pregnancy potion," she continued laughing though I froze. 'It's possible to get pregnant?' Draco began coughing, and hurriedly excused himself. Before I realized it I was following him outside.

"Draco," I called after him and he ran, "Draco!" I was more confused than anything, why was he acting so guilty.

"I'm sorry!" he called over his shoulder, "I was drunk!"

"What?" I stopped running, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Draco turned to face me.

"I was afraid. I could see how much you loved him. Even that early on." Draco explained, "And he said the only thing he regretted was not having a kid." Pieces of the puzzle seemed to fall together.

"You slipped me a pregnancy potion!" I screamed back at him, glad we were far enough away from the house.

"I just, I thought, I was trying to help." He sighed in defeat. I stomped over to him and punched him in the face.

"You probably just made things worse." I spat back.

"There's still a chance you're not pregnant," Draco offered hope, "So we just need to consult a healer," the hope was gone.

"I'm not going to St. Mungo's." I objected.

"Why not ask Luna, she's a healer." He suggested.

"Owl her to come over immediately, I'm going to go get dressed." I began my walk back to the house.

"Happy Christmas." Draco called from behind me. I just politely flipped him off.