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Chapter IV. Like A Match to A Powder Keg
//25th October 8:21 p.m.
I thought I would write a bit early tonight, while Harry is cleaning up from dinner. Even though I am only around three months, he won't let me do "anything stressful or tiring". I know I shouldn't complain, I know he does it because he loves me and doesn't want anything to happen to the baby, but dammit, I'm bored.
And,well, let's just say there has been a reduction in the activity that GOT me preggers.
Mrs. Weasley drops by at least 3 times a week now, and I have a feeling it's because Harry is having a hard time handling impending fatherhood. It was HIS wish, but I have to wonder if he regrets his choice.
Maybe I'm reading too much into it.
I hope //
26th October 7:34 a.m.
Draco stirred from a deep sleep, stretching his arms out wide as he yawned. He opened his eyes when his arm fell onto the empty space beside him. "Harry?" he mumbled. Harry was a notoriously late sleeper. What was he doing up so early?
He sat up in the bed and looked around the room. Suddenly he heard voices, from down in the sitting room. Carefully, Draco walked over to the door and opened it silently, barely enough for him to hear the downstairs conversation. Mrs. Weasley was sitting on the couch, holding a cup of tea. Harry was to the left, his head down, seemingly engrossed in his own tea. Draco could just make out what they were saying, enough to know the topic of conversation this early morn.
"Harry, dear," Mrs. Weasley was saying. "I'm sure it's not as bad as that."
Harry looked up from his cup. "I'm trying," he whispered. "I really don't know what to do. I just....he's... I shouldn't have....Why didn't I wish for something else?"
Draco shut the door slowly as hot tears rolled down his cheeks. "I was right," he choked. "He doesn't want us. Me or the baby. Well, fine! He can have it his way."
Pulling a trunk out of the closet, Draco began heaving everything he could get his hands on into it. He had no idea where he was going to go, but at this point, it didn't really matter. Just away from here, he thought. Anywhere but here.
Draco turned back to the closet, moving Harry's things to the side.
On second thought, Draco had a better idea.
Mrs. Weasley was pouring her third cup of tea when she noticed it.
"Harry?" She pointed. "Aren't those your dress robes in that tree?"
"What?" Harry spun around just in time to see his trunk explode out on the front lawn, its straps failing after being tossed from a second story window.
"What is going on?" Harry exclaimed. He bounded up the stairs, taking two at a time until he reached the locked door of his and Draco's bedroom.
"Dra!" Harry yelled. "What are you doing in there? Are you alright?"
"Oh, I'm just fine!" the blond shouted, as he heaved more of Harry's wardrobe onto the lawn. "Just getting out of the way, is all. Don't worry, now you won't have to regret anything!"
Harry's eyes widened. Draco had heard them. This was bad. This was REALLY bad.
"Please, Draco, let me in. It's not what you think.."
"NO! HOW DARE YOU TREAT ME THIS WAY (Quidditch robes in the bushes) I AM A MALFOY! IT WAS YOUR WISH (broomstick repair kit in the potted plants) AND NOW YOU DON'T WANT TO BE STUCK (Harry's best jumper pounced on by squirrels) WITH ME!"
"Please! You have to listen to me, let me explain.."
"NO! LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!"
Draco pulled our several pairs of trousers from the closet to throw into the trunk. He stepped into a pair of dark blue ones, and pulled them on. "Go away!" he cried. "You don't want..."
Draco stopped as he tried to fasten the trousers. A good inch stood between the top button, and the zip was far from closing. It was too much. Draco slid down the wall next to the closet.
"Dra?" Harry shouted. "Draco? Say something!"
When no reply came Harry brought his wand up toward the heavy wooden door.
"Alohomora!"
The lock didn't budge.
"He's put an unbreakable on the lock," said Mrs.Weasley.
"But not on the door," Harry breathed.
"Accio Firelog!"
In seconds the largest log they had next to the fireplace was hurtling toward Harry at an increasing rate of speed.
"Now!" Harry screamed, and both he and Mrs. Weasley dropped as the log hit the door, the wood exploding into shreds.
"Draco!" Harry stumbled over the pieces of the door before falling down beside his unconscious lover. "Are you alright? Please talk to me."
Silver-blue eyes slowly opened, reddened from crying.
"Go away," he whispered.
Harry leaned closer to him. "No, I will not go away. You have to let me explain."
"Fine." Draco spat. "Explain."
Harry sat down on the floor, looking at nothing for several seconds.
"I've been feeling guilty," he finally stated.
"Guilty?" Draco asked.
"Yeah. I mean, I was so excited when I found out about the baby. It was all I could think about."
Draco was almost afraid to hear the rest.
"So, what changed your mind?" he asked quietly.
"It.'s not that, " Harry continued. "I never considered what it would be for you. You vomited every day for a month, you've been an emotional wreck, your Mum won't even talk to you, and it's my fault. I did this to you. I guess I was afraid that you would come to that conclusion yourself and walk out on me."
Harry glanced over at the half filled trunk.
"And from the looks of it," he whispered, "I was right."
Draco leaned closer to Harry. "I thought you didn't want me, or the baby. I thought that was why you questioned your wish! That and the fact that you, well, you haven't been very, uh, amorous lately."
Harry blushed as he noticed Mrs. Weasley had walked in.
"I..I.. didn't want to hurt the baby." Harry stammered, his cheeks a brilliant red now.
"Harry, dear," Molly offered. "You are not going to hurt the baby. It's perfectly fine for you to, um, express your feelings for Mr. Malfoy. I assure you the little one is well protected, and Draco certainly needs, well, 'exercise'."
Harry and Draco looked at each other, and then back to Mrs. Weasley.
Standing up, Harry put his hand on her back and began walking toward the door, or at least where the door was ten minutes earlier.
"Thank you so much for tea this morning, Molly. Pity you have to leave so early, do drop in soon."
"Oh, yes, of course," Mrs. Weasley smiled. "A million things I have to do. Take care now."
Shutting the front door behind her, Mrs. Weasley walked a few feet before turning to look at the cottage. "Yes, I think they will do just fine." And with a loud crack, she was on her way back to The Burrow.
//27th October 4:46 a.m.
I guess I am a bit late writing tonight, but I do believe I have a great excuse. The day started out horrible, but after a lot of talking and a whole lot of "exercise", we both feel much better. I discovered that I am going to have to go shopping for clothes fairly soon, as I have maybe four pair of trousers that fit now, much less later on. I saw an advert in the Daily Prophet today for maternity clothes, and they were quite hideous. I guess I will have to have mine tailored for me. After all, I am still a Malfoy.
It will be daylight soon, but I think I will go back to bed for awhile.... I must remember to owl Mrs. Weasley a thank you card.
End of Chapter IV.
Chapter IV. Like A Match to A Powder Keg
//25th October 8:21 p.m.
I thought I would write a bit early tonight, while Harry is cleaning up from dinner. Even though I am only around three months, he won't let me do "anything stressful or tiring". I know I shouldn't complain, I know he does it because he loves me and doesn't want anything to happen to the baby, but dammit, I'm bored.
And,well, let's just say there has been a reduction in the activity that GOT me preggers.
Mrs. Weasley drops by at least 3 times a week now, and I have a feeling it's because Harry is having a hard time handling impending fatherhood. It was HIS wish, but I have to wonder if he regrets his choice.
Maybe I'm reading too much into it.
I hope //
26th October 7:34 a.m.
Draco stirred from a deep sleep, stretching his arms out wide as he yawned. He opened his eyes when his arm fell onto the empty space beside him. "Harry?" he mumbled. Harry was a notoriously late sleeper. What was he doing up so early?
He sat up in the bed and looked around the room. Suddenly he heard voices, from down in the sitting room. Carefully, Draco walked over to the door and opened it silently, barely enough for him to hear the downstairs conversation. Mrs. Weasley was sitting on the couch, holding a cup of tea. Harry was to the left, his head down, seemingly engrossed in his own tea. Draco could just make out what they were saying, enough to know the topic of conversation this early morn.
"Harry, dear," Mrs. Weasley was saying. "I'm sure it's not as bad as that."
Harry looked up from his cup. "I'm trying," he whispered. "I really don't know what to do. I just....he's... I shouldn't have....Why didn't I wish for something else?"
Draco shut the door slowly as hot tears rolled down his cheeks. "I was right," he choked. "He doesn't want us. Me or the baby. Well, fine! He can have it his way."
Pulling a trunk out of the closet, Draco began heaving everything he could get his hands on into it. He had no idea where he was going to go, but at this point, it didn't really matter. Just away from here, he thought. Anywhere but here.
Draco turned back to the closet, moving Harry's things to the side.
On second thought, Draco had a better idea.
Mrs. Weasley was pouring her third cup of tea when she noticed it.
"Harry?" She pointed. "Aren't those your dress robes in that tree?"
"What?" Harry spun around just in time to see his trunk explode out on the front lawn, its straps failing after being tossed from a second story window.
"What is going on?" Harry exclaimed. He bounded up the stairs, taking two at a time until he reached the locked door of his and Draco's bedroom.
"Dra!" Harry yelled. "What are you doing in there? Are you alright?"
"Oh, I'm just fine!" the blond shouted, as he heaved more of Harry's wardrobe onto the lawn. "Just getting out of the way, is all. Don't worry, now you won't have to regret anything!"
Harry's eyes widened. Draco had heard them. This was bad. This was REALLY bad.
"Please, Draco, let me in. It's not what you think.."
"NO! HOW DARE YOU TREAT ME THIS WAY (Quidditch robes in the bushes) I AM A MALFOY! IT WAS YOUR WISH (broomstick repair kit in the potted plants) AND NOW YOU DON'T WANT TO BE STUCK (Harry's best jumper pounced on by squirrels) WITH ME!"
"Please! You have to listen to me, let me explain.."
"NO! LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!"
Draco pulled our several pairs of trousers from the closet to throw into the trunk. He stepped into a pair of dark blue ones, and pulled them on. "Go away!" he cried. "You don't want..."
Draco stopped as he tried to fasten the trousers. A good inch stood between the top button, and the zip was far from closing. It was too much. Draco slid down the wall next to the closet.
"Dra?" Harry shouted. "Draco? Say something!"
When no reply came Harry brought his wand up toward the heavy wooden door.
"Alohomora!"
The lock didn't budge.
"He's put an unbreakable on the lock," said Mrs.Weasley.
"But not on the door," Harry breathed.
"Accio Firelog!"
In seconds the largest log they had next to the fireplace was hurtling toward Harry at an increasing rate of speed.
"Now!" Harry screamed, and both he and Mrs. Weasley dropped as the log hit the door, the wood exploding into shreds.
"Draco!" Harry stumbled over the pieces of the door before falling down beside his unconscious lover. "Are you alright? Please talk to me."
Silver-blue eyes slowly opened, reddened from crying.
"Go away," he whispered.
Harry leaned closer to him. "No, I will not go away. You have to let me explain."
"Fine." Draco spat. "Explain."
Harry sat down on the floor, looking at nothing for several seconds.
"I've been feeling guilty," he finally stated.
"Guilty?" Draco asked.
"Yeah. I mean, I was so excited when I found out about the baby. It was all I could think about."
Draco was almost afraid to hear the rest.
"So, what changed your mind?" he asked quietly.
"It.'s not that, " Harry continued. "I never considered what it would be for you. You vomited every day for a month, you've been an emotional wreck, your Mum won't even talk to you, and it's my fault. I did this to you. I guess I was afraid that you would come to that conclusion yourself and walk out on me."
Harry glanced over at the half filled trunk.
"And from the looks of it," he whispered, "I was right."
Draco leaned closer to Harry. "I thought you didn't want me, or the baby. I thought that was why you questioned your wish! That and the fact that you, well, you haven't been very, uh, amorous lately."
Harry blushed as he noticed Mrs. Weasley had walked in.
"I..I.. didn't want to hurt the baby." Harry stammered, his cheeks a brilliant red now.
"Harry, dear," Molly offered. "You are not going to hurt the baby. It's perfectly fine for you to, um, express your feelings for Mr. Malfoy. I assure you the little one is well protected, and Draco certainly needs, well, 'exercise'."
Harry and Draco looked at each other, and then back to Mrs. Weasley.
Standing up, Harry put his hand on her back and began walking toward the door, or at least where the door was ten minutes earlier.
"Thank you so much for tea this morning, Molly. Pity you have to leave so early, do drop in soon."
"Oh, yes, of course," Mrs. Weasley smiled. "A million things I have to do. Take care now."
Shutting the front door behind her, Mrs. Weasley walked a few feet before turning to look at the cottage. "Yes, I think they will do just fine." And with a loud crack, she was on her way back to The Burrow.
//27th October 4:46 a.m.
I guess I am a bit late writing tonight, but I do believe I have a great excuse. The day started out horrible, but after a lot of talking and a whole lot of "exercise", we both feel much better. I discovered that I am going to have to go shopping for clothes fairly soon, as I have maybe four pair of trousers that fit now, much less later on. I saw an advert in the Daily Prophet today for maternity clothes, and they were quite hideous. I guess I will have to have mine tailored for me. After all, I am still a Malfoy.
It will be daylight soon, but I think I will go back to bed for awhile.... I must remember to owl Mrs. Weasley a thank you card.
End of Chapter IV.