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Ice-Phoenix- There are 10 chapters total, and I hope to get at least one a week uploaded.
Agent0069- Well....hormones can be tricky...so we will have to wait and see....
As always, any and all reviews and suggestions are greatly encouraged.
Chapter III. When Dragons Cry
//28th September 11:12 p.m.
Me again. It's been almost two months now since I found out I was going to be, what? A Mum? A Dad? Not really sure about that. Funny, I never thought about it before. I guess I'm the Mum, since I'll be the one with the Quaffle tummy. Some of my trousers are already a bit tight. At least I stopped hoarking every morning, although Harry came close after viewing my choice of lunch yesterday. I saw nothing wrong with a meatloaf , honey butter and sliced pickled eggs sandwich, but I think it was a bit much for him
I can hear him behind me, making little snuffly sounds in his sleep. I would never have thought this would be real, the two of us, the baby....Five months ago I was ready to end my life, now I have the chance to give life... I get scared sometimes, I admit it. But I have Harry.
And he has me.//
29th September 12:06 p.m
"You know, I was thinking." Harry mused.
"Did it hurt?" Draco deadpanned.
"Lovely, dear. Good one. 'Yes, folks, he's here all week..."
Draco stifled a laugh and smiled. "O.k., what were you thinking?"
Harry turned to face him on the couch. "Have you told your mum yet about the baby?"
"Oh, yes, owled her weeks ago. She's thrilled her husband's downfall impregnated her son. Yep, knitting baby booties even as we speak. Of course I haven't told her. Are you mad?"
"She's going to find out soon enough." Harry said.
"And I will tell her. Around the same time our child puts us in St. Mungo's Elderly Wizard Living Facility. She should be able to handle it by then."
"Draco," Harry pressed. "You know we have to do this. She will find out." His face fell as another thought came to mind. "Are you ashamed? Of us, of our child?"
Draco leaned towards his lover. "No, no, of course not. Please, don't ever think that." The blond slid his fingers down Harry's cheek. "I love you, you know that. I just wanted to protect you. I know how my mother's going to take this, and I can only imagine what she will say. Or do."
Draco had been trying to imagine a way to tell his mum for weeks now. His father was serving a life sentence in Azkaban, and Narcissa had been furious at the trial. Harry's testimony had been damning, exposing Lucius as the Death Eater he was. Worst of all, as far as Narcissa was concerned, her son, her own flesh and blood, had refused to speak on his father's behalf.
She had not spoken to him since.
And as much as he hated to admit it, he missed his mother. The thought of her turning her back on him and Harry, AND his child was almost more than he could bear. Especially now. Draco felt as if every nerve he had was just beneath the skin, every emotion right at the surface. He felt his throat catch and tried to supress what he knew was coming, to no avail.
"Damn it..."
"Draco?" Harry said softly. He had noticed the small tear cascading down the blond's cheek. "Please don't cry. It will be fine, I promise. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned....I know you aren't ashamed of us....please.."
The small whimper turned into heaving sobs, until finally Draco was crying uncontrollably, his entire body shaking as tears poured from his silvery- blue eyes.
"Oh, Dra, please, don't..." Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, smoothing his hair and whispering softly. "Shhh....it's ok, don't worry...I love you...please don't cry...."
No amount of cooing and kisses seemed to placate Draco, in fact, he appeared to sob even harder. Harry leaned back, still holding his arms.
"Sweetheart, why don't you go have a lie down for a little while, and I'll make lunch in a bit. Anything you want. O.k.?" he pleaded hopefully.
"O...o.k..." Draco murmured. "Sardines and ice cream?"
Harry's stomach lurched. "Sure. No problem. I'll wake you in a couple of hours." He leaned forward to kiss Draco, his lips salty with fallen teardrops. "I love you," Harry smiled. "Everything is going to be alright."
Draco trudged slowly up the single flight of stairs, to the top room on the left. After the door closed behind him, Harry walked over to the writing desk. In a few moments he was attaching a small rolled letter to Hedwig's leg.
"Find Mrs.Weasley, girl, as soon as you can."
Harry watched as the owl flew off toward The Burrow, until she was no more than a speck in the sky. The letter contained only two sentences....
HELP ME!!!!!
Love, Harry
Ice-Phoenix- There are 10 chapters total, and I hope to get at least one a week uploaded.
Agent0069- Well....hormones can be tricky...so we will have to wait and see....
As always, any and all reviews and suggestions are greatly encouraged.
Chapter III. When Dragons Cry
//28th September 11:12 p.m.
Me again. It's been almost two months now since I found out I was going to be, what? A Mum? A Dad? Not really sure about that. Funny, I never thought about it before. I guess I'm the Mum, since I'll be the one with the Quaffle tummy. Some of my trousers are already a bit tight. At least I stopped hoarking every morning, although Harry came close after viewing my choice of lunch yesterday. I saw nothing wrong with a meatloaf , honey butter and sliced pickled eggs sandwich, but I think it was a bit much for him
I can hear him behind me, making little snuffly sounds in his sleep. I would never have thought this would be real, the two of us, the baby....Five months ago I was ready to end my life, now I have the chance to give life... I get scared sometimes, I admit it. But I have Harry.
And he has me.//
29th September 12:06 p.m
"You know, I was thinking." Harry mused.
"Did it hurt?" Draco deadpanned.
"Lovely, dear. Good one. 'Yes, folks, he's here all week..."
Draco stifled a laugh and smiled. "O.k., what were you thinking?"
Harry turned to face him on the couch. "Have you told your mum yet about the baby?"
"Oh, yes, owled her weeks ago. She's thrilled her husband's downfall impregnated her son. Yep, knitting baby booties even as we speak. Of course I haven't told her. Are you mad?"
"She's going to find out soon enough." Harry said.
"And I will tell her. Around the same time our child puts us in St. Mungo's Elderly Wizard Living Facility. She should be able to handle it by then."
"Draco," Harry pressed. "You know we have to do this. She will find out." His face fell as another thought came to mind. "Are you ashamed? Of us, of our child?"
Draco leaned towards his lover. "No, no, of course not. Please, don't ever think that." The blond slid his fingers down Harry's cheek. "I love you, you know that. I just wanted to protect you. I know how my mother's going to take this, and I can only imagine what she will say. Or do."
Draco had been trying to imagine a way to tell his mum for weeks now. His father was serving a life sentence in Azkaban, and Narcissa had been furious at the trial. Harry's testimony had been damning, exposing Lucius as the Death Eater he was. Worst of all, as far as Narcissa was concerned, her son, her own flesh and blood, had refused to speak on his father's behalf.
She had not spoken to him since.
And as much as he hated to admit it, he missed his mother. The thought of her turning her back on him and Harry, AND his child was almost more than he could bear. Especially now. Draco felt as if every nerve he had was just beneath the skin, every emotion right at the surface. He felt his throat catch and tried to supress what he knew was coming, to no avail.
"Damn it..."
"Draco?" Harry said softly. He had noticed the small tear cascading down the blond's cheek. "Please don't cry. It will be fine, I promise. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned....I know you aren't ashamed of us....please.."
The small whimper turned into heaving sobs, until finally Draco was crying uncontrollably, his entire body shaking as tears poured from his silvery- blue eyes.
"Oh, Dra, please, don't..." Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, smoothing his hair and whispering softly. "Shhh....it's ok, don't worry...I love you...please don't cry...."
No amount of cooing and kisses seemed to placate Draco, in fact, he appeared to sob even harder. Harry leaned back, still holding his arms.
"Sweetheart, why don't you go have a lie down for a little while, and I'll make lunch in a bit. Anything you want. O.k.?" he pleaded hopefully.
"O...o.k..." Draco murmured. "Sardines and ice cream?"
Harry's stomach lurched. "Sure. No problem. I'll wake you in a couple of hours." He leaned forward to kiss Draco, his lips salty with fallen teardrops. "I love you," Harry smiled. "Everything is going to be alright."
Draco trudged slowly up the single flight of stairs, to the top room on the left. After the door closed behind him, Harry walked over to the writing desk. In a few moments he was attaching a small rolled letter to Hedwig's leg.
"Find Mrs.Weasley, girl, as soon as you can."
Harry watched as the owl flew off toward The Burrow, until she was no more than a speck in the sky. The letter contained only two sentences....
HELP ME!!!!!
Love, Harry