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Drifting

Draco had honestly not expected to see his father at a market place, and at first, he wasn't even sure if it was him. But then, their eyes met each other, and each bore the same color of dark grey. As usual, people stared at them with hateful looks, again, courtesy of Lucius. Draco angrily turned around and attempted to disappear with the steadily forming crowd, but there was hardly a soul out, it was almost midday. Just when he'd thought he'd shaken his father off, he felt a thin hand grasp his shoulder.

"Father, what do you want?" he asked, refusing to turn around.

"We need to talk," he said very sternly, "about Harry."

This caused Draco to turn around. He spun quickly on his heels and threw Lucius' hand off of his shoulder. Lucius quickly stepped back and out of Draco's reach. Draco had no idea whether he should be angry or shocked. Did his father know about Harry and his unborn child, Draco's unborn child?

"What about him?" he snarled at his father.

"I think you know Draco. I visited him today in the hospital, and, well, you can't just abandon him and the child," Lucius said plainly, "it's not the right thing to do. You're going to be a_"

"A father?" Draco shouted sharply, " yeah, like you'd know anything about that! You're one to be talking, considering that you were locked in Azkaban and left me to carry out his orders! Don't ever talk to me about being a father, because certainly, that's not what you are!"

Lucius stood there, trembling. What could he say to that, it was almost true. And now, as his son walked away, he made no means to stop him. Sadly, it seemed, there was no going back. But, perhaps, with Harry's permission, he could make his grandson's life better.

Andromeda was becoming terribly anxious. What if Teddy had done something he wasn't supposed to, perhaps wondered into a surgery, or inhaled a dangerous gas. Maybe he was hungry or had to go to the restroom. Quickly, she walked towards the restroom and stopped, she couldn't go into the men's restroom. So, she waited, and after sending a few sensory spells inside, she concluded that no one was in there.

That was a great idea!

She should continue to send spells, but then the possibility of one spell hitting a healer ranged too high. She decided to go the foot court. As she neared the area, she heard two familiar voices. One was Mr. Longbottom, and finally, the other was of her precious grandson! Teddy!

Quickly she ran to the two, planning on scolding Theodore someway. She also saw two other people sitting on one of the four large rectangular tables. Due to the grayness of the room, it was almost hard to see them. Their dark clothes blended with the walls. As she walked towards Teddy, she didn't'take her eyes off of the couple for a second. They seemed so…familiar…or at least the figure of that woman's body did. She could've sworn she'd seen her somewhere, and then the woman turned around sharply.

Vacant brown eyes stared into hers. The two, they looked, in a way, exactly alike, yet so different. The woman stood up, and at the same time, Andromeda stepped back. This face was all too familiar. "Bellatrix," she said coldy, "what is Bellatrix doing here?" She turned towards Neville, who immediately responded.

"It's okay, she's not the same," he tried to reason; "she's changed!"

Adnromeda didn't buy it for one moment, and an anger reached for Teddy, except, he wasn't there. She quickly whipped her head around to see her grandson playing with her crazed sister.

"Teddy, get away from her," she said angrily, drawing her wand out and aiming it at Bellatrix.

"Don't Grandma! She's really sweet!" he said, standing in front of the both of them, "they both are! "

Neville was standing now, his hand reaching for his wand, and it appeared Teddy was not going to move. Very grudgingly, Andromeda put her wand down and walked over to Teddy. "Come on," she said blankly, "we're leaving, it was nice seeing you, Mr. Longbottom, we'll come and visit Harry again," and then she turned towards Bella, "and if I see you around my grandson again, I swear, it will be the end of you!"

Bella jumped back into the man behind. Though she could hardly understand the words, she could understand that they were hateful. She gasped; no one had ever talked to her in such a way, or looked at her like this in such a way. She must've done something really mean to this woman; otherwise she never would've hated her. And why on earth did the sweet little boy have to go? She enjoyed his hair that seemed to change colors according to his mood.

"Mrs. Tonks, I assure you_" but Neville was cut off. "That what, that they're safe? I don't know about this young man, but that woman," she pointed towards Bellatrix, "is not safe at all! Good day to you, Mr. Longbottom!"

OOOOO

Harry felt dirty, completely dirty. It hadn't been long after Andromeda had left that he'd woken up again and was now able to think. Why, just why, had he let Draco take advantage of him. He wondered just how many months he was, due to the fact that he could actually feel something. It was a small bump though, nothing too big, and it was just hard. He never would've guessed he'd be pregnant with Draco's child. Was it a sin to let him die in the fire? Was this pay back for everyone he'd saved, saving him?

With a sigh, he continued to rub is fingers in a circular motion around his stomach. He had a feeling he was further along then they'd actually said he was. He was very skinny when he'd come in. He really hadn't seen himself, and decided it would be the best. Hopefully, he wasn't as fat as he'd thought he was.

Slowly, he got out of bed, his body trembling when he began to walk. The restroom wasn't too far away, and luckily, he got to the door just before he fell. With a light push, the door opened, and he turned on the lights to illuminate the restroom.

Just like his room, it was white, square, and a bit smaller. Upon entering, there was a sink with a large mirror that stretched on the wall, on the side of him was a toilet, and on the other, was a shower.

He gasped when he saw how he looked. His hair…was it graying? And that wasn't even the worst part, his eyes were no longer a vibrant green, they were dulling, and though his stomach extended just a bit, he was deathly thin and pale. He left the restroom quickly after that; he didn't want to look at himself any longer.

When he made his way to his bed, he collapsed upon it and instantly began crying. Why the hell had he let himself become this, why had he let Draco do this to him, and then leave him alone? This wasn't supposed to happen to him. And now, he was steadily pushing everyone else away.

He hated everything and everyone now.

He hated his friends for helping him, he hated Draco for fucking him up, he hated the baby for preventing him from killing himself, and he hated himself for letting himself fall so low. Why wouldn't they just let him kill himself? He felt so confused.

Was Voldemort not enough, or the death of his parents and friends? He wanted to hurt something, hurt himself for being so stupid. Angrily, he sat up and grabbed is already thinning hair, and with massive strength, he pulled as much as he could out, but as usual, it grew back. He continued and continued to rip his hair out savagely, even unto the point where he drew blood. Maybe that would kill him.

But then, as he continued, the door swung open, and his blond, dreamy voiced friend grasped him around the wrists. Soon after, and all too familiar Ginny attempted to restrain him.

"Let go!" he shouted, "just let me go!"

He didn't want to put them in this position, he hadn't wanted them to see him like this, but it almost seemed unavoidable now, just like killing himself and the baby had. Weakened by his lack of nutrition, Harry finally stopped and allowed Luna to pull him into a tight hug. He was tired of going through this over and over again, and even though he hadn't liked it, he knew he'd have to overcome it.

Just have the baby and give it away. He thought to himself as Luna hugged him tightly. Ginny was standing by the door, looking at her feet and looking nervous. As soon as Harry completely relaxed in Luna's grip, Ginny began to speak, choosing her words carefully.

"Harry, about earlier," she said, still staring at her feet, "I'm sorry…" Harry felt his stomach tighten and his throat dry.

"Ginny," he said, still leaning into Luna, "come here please."

And so did as she was told, slowly though. She sat at the edge of the bed, avoiding Harry's gaze. Gracefully, he moved out of Luna's grip and pulled Ginny into a hug.

"I'm lucky to have you with me," he said to the both of them, "I'm lucky you didn't give up on me."

"Have you told Luna yet?" Harry asked, still hugging Ginny. "No, not yet," Ginny replied, " I thought I'd get your permission first."

"Never mind that, I'll tell her now," he looked towards his friend who was sitting on his bed, "I'm pregnant with Draco's child."

Luna didn't seem taken aback, as usual, and it didn't appear she even heard him. She smiled, her eyes not particularly focused on anyone, or anything.

The only indication that she was actually listening was her next question.

"May I feel?' she asked, her gaze alternating to Harry.

"…Sure…" he said, not used to be asked such an outlandish question.

Luna crawled towards him and pressed a hand to the side of his stomach and pressed gently. It felt strange at first, but he guessed he'd just have to expect it. At least he'd done some good.

OOOO

(sometime earlier)

Blaise couldn't believe it. As if his life hadn't been bad enough, now his ex was getting involved. He looked down at his tie, it was covered in potions, as was the rest of his work clothes. He looked unraveled completely.

Why send him a letter, didn't she already have a boyfriend or acquaintance of some sort? If so, why the hell was she coming to talk to him, and what was worse, she did it at such a short notice! At least he had a change of clothes so he'd look a bit presentable. And of course, the door to his office had locked its self.

"Let me in!" Blaise commanded, shaking knob.

"Eh, eh! 've been open too much! Yer lot comes in 'n out!" the knob shouted, "lemme sleep!"

"Oh no," Blaise said, taking his wandvout, "you're a knob, and I want in! Alohomora!"

"Damn ye wizards," the knob said angrily, as it opened and allowed Blaise into the room, but quickly slammed shut when he was half way in.

"I'll replace you! You bloody knob!" he shouted at the closed door as he picked himself off of the ground and searched for his tie. Where was it?

He looked everywhere, and finally found it in his desk. He was never good at tying ties, he'd just go ask a girl. Sadly, the door didn't take it to keenly when he attempted to open it.

"Let me out!" he shouted, shaking the door knob again, "or this time I'll explode you!"

"Sheesh, sheesh, as if ye've got the guts!" it challenged, remaining closed.

He pulled his wand out and poked it directly at the door. "You made me! Bomba_"EH! Eh, jus' kidding!" the knob nervously asked, "out yeh go!" And it opened this time without shutting on him midway.

Quickly he sprinted down the hall; only pausing for a second when he'd seen Neville with two mental patients and a small kid he could've sworn he'd seen somewhere. After that, he ran at full speed.

It didn't take him to long to figure out this was going nowhere, and people gave him odd looks as he ran.

"Blaise Zabini to the waiting room!" a green paper shouted, coming towards him, morphing into an airplane and attacking him, "TO THE WAITING ROOM WITH YOU!"

"AGH!" he shouted, turning his course quickly, the plane hot in pursuit.

Now he looked completely unraveled. There were very few patients in the waiting room, but luckily for him, two women had been seated there.

"Ms. Lovegood, Ms. Weasley," he began.

"Oh, you can just call me Luna," Luna said dreamily, standing up to greet him, "and you need help with your tie. "

As Luna tied his tie for him, he thought to himself, "God works his miracles in mysterious ways."

"Um…we'd like to see Harry," Ginny said from behind Blaise and Luna. Blaise stood and stared, but he had no time for questions, and gave them the directions to Harry's room immediately. Pansy was coming to the hospital at any moment and he had no time to stop. Running to the bathroom one last time, he checked himself and ran as fast as he could to get out of the hospital.

OOOOO

He had no idea why he was there, why he had even shown up. What difference would it make, if he saw Harry? Would it be another crazed visit? Would he lose control again?

"This is for you father," he said, walking towards the door when a loud crack signified one apparating to the hospital.

"Pansy?" he asked, now confused. Was she here for Harry too?

"Draco! Have you seen_" she sounded terribly rushed, as if she only had a few seconds to spare, but as soon as she made out to finish her sentence, her answer came walking out of the hospital in the form of Blaise Zabini.

OOOOO

Kermlin Dusk should be updated tomorrow or today, followed by PTTT, and Sleepless Roads, my Naruto stories will be updated this weekend.

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