SUMMARY: Draco is forced to make a potion with Neville Longbottom and
of course it gets screwed up. Although no one knows it, the potion they
thought was a simple warmth potion ends up becoming Draco's worst
nightmare. Or will it become his biggest miracle? (SLASH, MPREG) Be warned,
this is a HARRYxDRACO fic.
Author's Note: I will try to stick to each character's personality as much as possible, but forgive me if anyone seems a bit OOC at times. Thanks! Oh yeah, and no flames please!
Diclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and neither am I making money for writing this pathetic attempt of a fanfic. Harry Potter and all the other characters belong to JK Rowling. And I don't own 'Demon In My View' either, that right belongs to Amelia Atwater Rhodes.
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A month passed, and things weren't quite as bad as Draco had first thought they would be when everyone found out about his relationship with Harry and the pregnancy. Sure, he'd endured a lot of whispers behind his back and some rude comments, but nothing too bad. Just your run of the mill insults that people who didn't like gays and thought anything like male pregnancy was just sick said.
There was one person, though, who was being more than rude. Blaise Zabini would often pass by him and whisper taunts and horrible insults in his ear. And whenever this happened, Draco would feel a quick pang in his heart. It hurt to know that his former best friend now hated him with all his guts. And there was no mistaking the ugly looks Blaise sent his way, even though Draco had noticed another emotion lurking within the depths of his eyes. But the blond though he must be imagining things, because why else would pain be the other feeling hiding in his eyes? It didn't make any sense.
Draco was sitting in his room, alone, while Harry was at Quidditch practice. He had wanted to see his boyfriend practicing, but had been advised against it in case a stray bludger hit him. Although it didn't happen too often, those bludgers did sometimes manage to hit audience members at times.
The twins were being more than just a little bit active, and so Draco wasn't able to take the nap he'd wanted to. It left him in a slightly irritated mood, which along with the fact that he missed his lover, was making him downright pissed off. At times like these, it was advised to stay far, far away from him or else become the victim of a bloody argument.
Tired and bored out of his mind, the silvery-blue eyed teen finally had enough and stormed out of the room. He had to find something to do to get his mind of the damned karate stuff the babies were doing inside of him or else he'd go mad.
Wandering around aimlessly for awhile, he soon found himself in the library. Not the first place he would've chosen, but it would do. 'Hmm, I wonder if they have any good muggle books in here, especially one with vampires,' he thought mentally, looking around.
After much searching, he managed to uncover a small section of the library that held numberous muggle books. Most of them were old and boring, but he found exactly what he was looking for, a tiny machine-type thing that would give you any muggle book you wanted. He typed in the title, 'Demon In My View' by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes and grinned when he saw it appear in the little collection bin.
Not many people knew it, but Draco did like to read when he didn't have anything else to do. Most of the time he hid this little fact, because most people's belief was that 'reading is for ugly people'. A lot of people, especially teens, thought that there was no point in reading a book unless it was for school. This kind of thinking deprived them of so much, but who was he to lecture them on it? It was their loss, he figured.
The blond curled up in one of the area's comfy chairs and started reading. He was almost halfway done when he noticed a shadow blocking his light. A scowl firmly in place on his face at whoever dared to interrupt his reading, he put the book down and turned around. None other than Blaise Zabini stood there, a smirk on his face.
"I never pegged you for a bookworm, Malfoy," the caramel-haired boy sneered.
Oh boy, Zabini shouldn't have done that. You don't mess with a pregnant person, especially a pregnant MAN. Things could get ugly, real fast. Real, real fast.
Draco's eyes glittered angrily, a clear warning for the other teen to back off. Either Blaise didn't care, or was just plain stupid. And he wasn't stupid, so it was clear that he didn't care and was just itching for an all-out argument with the blond.
"What, cat got your tongue?" Blaise smirked, looking faintly amused.
The other boy simply sat there, his shoulders tense and his eyes burning with anger. He was waiting for the right moment, waiting for the moment his anger reached its peak. And then he would strike, mercilessly as a good Slytherin did. And Draco was a good Slytherin, even if he had been hanging out with Gryffindors more often than his housemates lately.
After a few minutes, the silence got to Zabini, and he burst out, "What the fuck is wrong with you? Say something when I'm talking to you! Has going out with Potter made you batty?"
In a soft, but cool as ice voice, Draco replied, "No, but I'm beginning to think it's made you a little crazy."
A hysterical note in the other teen's voice, he said, "What the hell are you talking about?"
But the look in his former best friend's eyes had given away the truth. Draco had been wondering if Blaise had been upset because he'd had a crush on him. All the signs had been there, and he simply hadn't noticed. Until now. Why would Blaise be so furious about he and Harry going out if it wasn't something like this? Now, he knew the truth, and it kind of unsettled him. He'd never thought of his friend as any more than that, a friend.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. A certain crush on a certain person who's no longer available...it's eating you up inside, isn't it?" Draco told the other boy, his voice calm and steely.
"You're crazy! There is no way I like Potter!" Blaise scoffed.
A small smile that wasn't exactly nice appeared on Draco's face. "Who said it was Harry I was talking about?"
A wild look immediately appeared in the darker boy's eyes, and he choked. "What do you mean?"
"I'm not in the mood for games of denial, Blaise. I know the truth," Draco said, sounding more than a little bit weary. The pregnant boy was tired, hungry, and he missed his boyfriend...he wasn't in the mood for worthless evasions.
After the hard look Draco gave him, Blaise finally cracked. "Fine, I like you! Okay? I've liked you for years, and you never gave me a second glance! It kills me that you chose Potter over me. Me, your best friend! Is that what you wanted to hear?!"
"I would have preferred it if you'd never liked me at all, but there's no use in changing the past."
"The past? You think just because you're taken that I'll stop loving you? Are you nuts?"
Draco rubbed a hand over his eyes, sighing. "You don't love me. A silly crush does not equal love. Find someone who you can have a real, loving relationship with so we can be friends again."
"And who the hell would want to be with me? For that matter, who is there that I would want to be with? You know there aren't that many gay guys to begin with, and a lot of them I wouldn't go near with a ten foot pole!"
'But,' the silvery-eyed Slytherin mused, 'he wasn't completely averse to finding someone else. There is a good chance he'll completely forget about his infatuation with me.'
Aloud, Draco said to his former friend, "Well, let's see. There's Seamus, Pierce, Dean, Jake, Tristan, Trey, and Shawn."
The other boy barked out in incredulous laughter. "That's two Gryffindors, three Hufflepuffs, and two Ravenclaws. Two are downright ugly, one is too obnoxious, and two are going out with each other."
"That leaves Seamus and Trey." My, Draco thought to himself, Zabini sure was picky.
"I don't like black hair and blue eyes put together."
What the fuck? He didn't 'like black hair and blue eyes put together'? How fickle can you get?
Oh well...that left Seamus. Hmm, Draco HAD noticed a slight flush to his former friend's face when he mentioned the name. Could there be a chance between the two of them? It wasn't as if a Gryffindor/Slytherin relationship was that unheard of now that he and Harry were going out...hmm, this had possibilities.
"So, Seamus is the only one left."
Yep, there was a definite blush on Blaise's cheeks. So this clinched the first part of getting Seamus and Blaise together. Now if only Seamus could be persuaded to go out with Blaise...it might take some work. But never say that Draco Malfoy doesn't have persistence.
"Can you trust me to do one thing for you?" he asked the red-faced teen.
Looking suspicious, Zabini slowly nodded. "You aren't going to do what I think you're gonna do, are you?"
"Let's just say, I think I know a way to make things all better for you. Just wait, you'll see," he replied, hurriedly getting up and walking away.
"Wait!" Blaise's slightly panicked voice called out, but he ignored it.
There was only one place a Gryffindor would be at this time of day, and it was in the Gryffindor commons room. Harry told him that various games of Wizard Chess normally went on after classes, before dinner. And luckily, he had also told him the current password to get past the Fat Lady. It was great to have connections.
Arriving at the entrance to the Gryffindor Tower, he quickly told the suspicious looking portrait the password. "Head cheese."
The painting swung open, and the Slytherin walked cautiously into the room. All eyes turned to look at him, with mostly unfriendly gazes, upon noticing who had entered their sanctum.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy? You do know Harry's at practice, and that he barely spends time here anyways now that he lives with you," Ginny said, an impatient and angry tone in her voice.
She still hadn't forgiven his father for giving her Tom Riddle's diary in her first year, and Draco also knew that she'd had a crush on Harry for the longest time. Damn people and their crushes on him or his boyfriend! It was getting to be particularly annoying.
Ignoring the anger in her voice, and putting on the most innocent face he could, he said, "I need to talk to Seamus."
"What for?" the Irish boy asked, an annoyed look on his freckled face.
"It's private. I'll tell you if you come out into the hall with me."
"I don't trust you, Malfoy, even if you are going out with Harry."
"What, you think I'd hurt you? Harry would kill me if I harmed any of you. And anyway, I only did all that stuff because it was expected of me," the blond Slytherin told him, waving a hand in dismissal at the very idea of hurting any of Harry's Gryffindor friends.
Still suspicious, Seamus Finnigan sighed. "Fine."
He stood up and followed the blue-eyed boy as he walked out of the common room, amid curious whispers from the other Gryffindors. No one missed Ginny's indignant huff, and Draco turned around to glare at her before stepping out of the room.
"So, talk," the Gryffindor said, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the tower wall.
Draco absently rubbed a hand against his rounded stomach, noticing the other boy's eyes had flicked down and were watching the motion. Great, another person who couldn't look him in the eye when they were reminded that he was pregnant.
"All right. You know Blaise Zabini, right?"
Seamus nodded, an eyebrow raised in inquiry. "Yeah, why?"
"How do I phrase this?...he has developed a liking for you."
A bark of laughter escaped from the other boy. "You've got to be joking. That snooty jerk, developing a fancy for me? Hardly likely."
"I've just finished talking with him. Although he didn't outright say he liked you, there were enough hints that it was obvious he likes you," Draco said, a persuading tone in his silky voice. He made sure he didn't lie, sometimes lies like this came back and bit you in the ass. It wasn't good to develop the reputation for being a liar. Haunt you for the rest of your life, it would.
"Uh huh, sure. What kind of 'signs'?" the shorter teen asked, sarcasm dripping from his Irish-accented voice.
Draco leaned closer, as if imparting secret information he wasn't supposed to tell. "Well, now that you mention it...there was blush on his face whenever your name was brought up. And, I know for a fact that he got a dreamy look in his eyes, too." Okay, okay...so a little white lie wouldn't hurt anything...
A flush had crept up Seamus's cheeks by this point, and he stammered, "R-really? D-do you t-think he r-really likes m-me?"
"Yes, most definitely. You should probably go see him now and find out for yourself. He's a great guy, really. Not that bad once you get to know him."
Looking fidgety and nervous, the Irish boy nodded and raced off down the hall. Draco grinned, his plan had worked perfectly! Boy, did he know how to manipulate people. Of course, he only did it now if it was for the people's own good. No more cruel Draco Malfoy to ruin people's lifes, oh no! He was changed, and was set on proving that he wasn't the cruel and oily snake he's acted the part of before.
That night, as Harry and Draco lay peacefully in each other's arms, Harry murmured, "Seamus sure looked happy at supper today."
His boyfriend made a noncommital noise, hiding the smile that had come upon his face at hearing this.
"Yeah, and he couldn't take his eyes of Zabini. Looked like Zabini was the same, too," the green-eyed boy said a minute later.
"Mmmm..."
"Draco?" Harry turned his lover around so that he could look into his face. "Do you know something I don't?"
Biting his lip, the silvery-blue eyed teen nodded. "I kind of set them up."
"You what?!" The Boy Who Lived exclaimed.
Sticking his chin out, Draco said, "I set them up, and I'm proud of it. Any fool knew they belonged together."
"But I figured Zabini had a crush on you!"
"Er...he did. But I could obviously see that he and Seamus were perfect together. There was a spark between them already, and I kind of fanned it. Now there's a full-fledged fire between them."
Harry was silent for a moment before sighing. "I guess you're right. It's just, I don't like you meddling. What if you'd thought wrong? We'd have two angry people on our hands, and that isn't something I would relish having."
"Okay," the matchmaker whispered, a disappointed look on his face. He'd actually started to like the whole matchmaking idea. It was kind of fun...
"Draco..." his boyfriend said warningly, knowing exactly what he was thinking. That look on his seemingly innocent face was more than enough to raise Harry's alarm bells.
The blond-haired Slytherin sighed loudly, and muttered, "All right, all right. I won't do it again."
"Good," his lover whispered, placing a kiss on his forehead.
Draco only grumbled, still disappointed that he wouldn't be able to use his newfound skills again. Some people just didn't appreciate the talent others had...
"Good night. I love you," Harry whispered, holding the father of his children closer.
"G'night," the pregnant boy mumbled, closing his eyes. Soon, he was drifting off into the realm of sleep, Morpheus's world of sleeping dreamers...
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So, how'd you like this chapter? I kind of felt bad at the problems with Blaise and Draco, so I found the perfect way to fix things. And I think Seamus and Blaise would look cute together...another couple out there to promote goodness between Slytherin/Gryffindor relationships. Hehe, anyway...
Thanks for all the reviews to anyone who's reviewed so far. I love you all, these reviews just make me so happy and light-hearted...maybe I'll be able to just float away. That's be cool, if it was possible. *sigh*
As you can see, my chapters are getting a little longer just like I said they would. And just like I promised, I have a new chapter for you every day! It's been a little harder to spin out chapters as quick as I did before, but I'm working hard. I don't want you guys to be disappointed if there's a long wait between chapters. Hopefully, this story will be done by the middle of February. I don't want the story to get too long, so I'll probably stop it around fifteen chapters. What do you think?
Well, thanks again for all the wonderful reviews! Luv ya guys bunches! I'll see ya around...
Author's Note: I will try to stick to each character's personality as much as possible, but forgive me if anyone seems a bit OOC at times. Thanks! Oh yeah, and no flames please!
Diclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and neither am I making money for writing this pathetic attempt of a fanfic. Harry Potter and all the other characters belong to JK Rowling. And I don't own 'Demon In My View' either, that right belongs to Amelia Atwater Rhodes.
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A month passed, and things weren't quite as bad as Draco had first thought they would be when everyone found out about his relationship with Harry and the pregnancy. Sure, he'd endured a lot of whispers behind his back and some rude comments, but nothing too bad. Just your run of the mill insults that people who didn't like gays and thought anything like male pregnancy was just sick said.
There was one person, though, who was being more than rude. Blaise Zabini would often pass by him and whisper taunts and horrible insults in his ear. And whenever this happened, Draco would feel a quick pang in his heart. It hurt to know that his former best friend now hated him with all his guts. And there was no mistaking the ugly looks Blaise sent his way, even though Draco had noticed another emotion lurking within the depths of his eyes. But the blond though he must be imagining things, because why else would pain be the other feeling hiding in his eyes? It didn't make any sense.
Draco was sitting in his room, alone, while Harry was at Quidditch practice. He had wanted to see his boyfriend practicing, but had been advised against it in case a stray bludger hit him. Although it didn't happen too often, those bludgers did sometimes manage to hit audience members at times.
The twins were being more than just a little bit active, and so Draco wasn't able to take the nap he'd wanted to. It left him in a slightly irritated mood, which along with the fact that he missed his lover, was making him downright pissed off. At times like these, it was advised to stay far, far away from him or else become the victim of a bloody argument.
Tired and bored out of his mind, the silvery-blue eyed teen finally had enough and stormed out of the room. He had to find something to do to get his mind of the damned karate stuff the babies were doing inside of him or else he'd go mad.
Wandering around aimlessly for awhile, he soon found himself in the library. Not the first place he would've chosen, but it would do. 'Hmm, I wonder if they have any good muggle books in here, especially one with vampires,' he thought mentally, looking around.
After much searching, he managed to uncover a small section of the library that held numberous muggle books. Most of them were old and boring, but he found exactly what he was looking for, a tiny machine-type thing that would give you any muggle book you wanted. He typed in the title, 'Demon In My View' by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes and grinned when he saw it appear in the little collection bin.
Not many people knew it, but Draco did like to read when he didn't have anything else to do. Most of the time he hid this little fact, because most people's belief was that 'reading is for ugly people'. A lot of people, especially teens, thought that there was no point in reading a book unless it was for school. This kind of thinking deprived them of so much, but who was he to lecture them on it? It was their loss, he figured.
The blond curled up in one of the area's comfy chairs and started reading. He was almost halfway done when he noticed a shadow blocking his light. A scowl firmly in place on his face at whoever dared to interrupt his reading, he put the book down and turned around. None other than Blaise Zabini stood there, a smirk on his face.
"I never pegged you for a bookworm, Malfoy," the caramel-haired boy sneered.
Oh boy, Zabini shouldn't have done that. You don't mess with a pregnant person, especially a pregnant MAN. Things could get ugly, real fast. Real, real fast.
Draco's eyes glittered angrily, a clear warning for the other teen to back off. Either Blaise didn't care, or was just plain stupid. And he wasn't stupid, so it was clear that he didn't care and was just itching for an all-out argument with the blond.
"What, cat got your tongue?" Blaise smirked, looking faintly amused.
The other boy simply sat there, his shoulders tense and his eyes burning with anger. He was waiting for the right moment, waiting for the moment his anger reached its peak. And then he would strike, mercilessly as a good Slytherin did. And Draco was a good Slytherin, even if he had been hanging out with Gryffindors more often than his housemates lately.
After a few minutes, the silence got to Zabini, and he burst out, "What the fuck is wrong with you? Say something when I'm talking to you! Has going out with Potter made you batty?"
In a soft, but cool as ice voice, Draco replied, "No, but I'm beginning to think it's made you a little crazy."
A hysterical note in the other teen's voice, he said, "What the hell are you talking about?"
But the look in his former best friend's eyes had given away the truth. Draco had been wondering if Blaise had been upset because he'd had a crush on him. All the signs had been there, and he simply hadn't noticed. Until now. Why would Blaise be so furious about he and Harry going out if it wasn't something like this? Now, he knew the truth, and it kind of unsettled him. He'd never thought of his friend as any more than that, a friend.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. A certain crush on a certain person who's no longer available...it's eating you up inside, isn't it?" Draco told the other boy, his voice calm and steely.
"You're crazy! There is no way I like Potter!" Blaise scoffed.
A small smile that wasn't exactly nice appeared on Draco's face. "Who said it was Harry I was talking about?"
A wild look immediately appeared in the darker boy's eyes, and he choked. "What do you mean?"
"I'm not in the mood for games of denial, Blaise. I know the truth," Draco said, sounding more than a little bit weary. The pregnant boy was tired, hungry, and he missed his boyfriend...he wasn't in the mood for worthless evasions.
After the hard look Draco gave him, Blaise finally cracked. "Fine, I like you! Okay? I've liked you for years, and you never gave me a second glance! It kills me that you chose Potter over me. Me, your best friend! Is that what you wanted to hear?!"
"I would have preferred it if you'd never liked me at all, but there's no use in changing the past."
"The past? You think just because you're taken that I'll stop loving you? Are you nuts?"
Draco rubbed a hand over his eyes, sighing. "You don't love me. A silly crush does not equal love. Find someone who you can have a real, loving relationship with so we can be friends again."
"And who the hell would want to be with me? For that matter, who is there that I would want to be with? You know there aren't that many gay guys to begin with, and a lot of them I wouldn't go near with a ten foot pole!"
'But,' the silvery-eyed Slytherin mused, 'he wasn't completely averse to finding someone else. There is a good chance he'll completely forget about his infatuation with me.'
Aloud, Draco said to his former friend, "Well, let's see. There's Seamus, Pierce, Dean, Jake, Tristan, Trey, and Shawn."
The other boy barked out in incredulous laughter. "That's two Gryffindors, three Hufflepuffs, and two Ravenclaws. Two are downright ugly, one is too obnoxious, and two are going out with each other."
"That leaves Seamus and Trey." My, Draco thought to himself, Zabini sure was picky.
"I don't like black hair and blue eyes put together."
What the fuck? He didn't 'like black hair and blue eyes put together'? How fickle can you get?
Oh well...that left Seamus. Hmm, Draco HAD noticed a slight flush to his former friend's face when he mentioned the name. Could there be a chance between the two of them? It wasn't as if a Gryffindor/Slytherin relationship was that unheard of now that he and Harry were going out...hmm, this had possibilities.
"So, Seamus is the only one left."
Yep, there was a definite blush on Blaise's cheeks. So this clinched the first part of getting Seamus and Blaise together. Now if only Seamus could be persuaded to go out with Blaise...it might take some work. But never say that Draco Malfoy doesn't have persistence.
"Can you trust me to do one thing for you?" he asked the red-faced teen.
Looking suspicious, Zabini slowly nodded. "You aren't going to do what I think you're gonna do, are you?"
"Let's just say, I think I know a way to make things all better for you. Just wait, you'll see," he replied, hurriedly getting up and walking away.
"Wait!" Blaise's slightly panicked voice called out, but he ignored it.
There was only one place a Gryffindor would be at this time of day, and it was in the Gryffindor commons room. Harry told him that various games of Wizard Chess normally went on after classes, before dinner. And luckily, he had also told him the current password to get past the Fat Lady. It was great to have connections.
Arriving at the entrance to the Gryffindor Tower, he quickly told the suspicious looking portrait the password. "Head cheese."
The painting swung open, and the Slytherin walked cautiously into the room. All eyes turned to look at him, with mostly unfriendly gazes, upon noticing who had entered their sanctum.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy? You do know Harry's at practice, and that he barely spends time here anyways now that he lives with you," Ginny said, an impatient and angry tone in her voice.
She still hadn't forgiven his father for giving her Tom Riddle's diary in her first year, and Draco also knew that she'd had a crush on Harry for the longest time. Damn people and their crushes on him or his boyfriend! It was getting to be particularly annoying.
Ignoring the anger in her voice, and putting on the most innocent face he could, he said, "I need to talk to Seamus."
"What for?" the Irish boy asked, an annoyed look on his freckled face.
"It's private. I'll tell you if you come out into the hall with me."
"I don't trust you, Malfoy, even if you are going out with Harry."
"What, you think I'd hurt you? Harry would kill me if I harmed any of you. And anyway, I only did all that stuff because it was expected of me," the blond Slytherin told him, waving a hand in dismissal at the very idea of hurting any of Harry's Gryffindor friends.
Still suspicious, Seamus Finnigan sighed. "Fine."
He stood up and followed the blue-eyed boy as he walked out of the common room, amid curious whispers from the other Gryffindors. No one missed Ginny's indignant huff, and Draco turned around to glare at her before stepping out of the room.
"So, talk," the Gryffindor said, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the tower wall.
Draco absently rubbed a hand against his rounded stomach, noticing the other boy's eyes had flicked down and were watching the motion. Great, another person who couldn't look him in the eye when they were reminded that he was pregnant.
"All right. You know Blaise Zabini, right?"
Seamus nodded, an eyebrow raised in inquiry. "Yeah, why?"
"How do I phrase this?...he has developed a liking for you."
A bark of laughter escaped from the other boy. "You've got to be joking. That snooty jerk, developing a fancy for me? Hardly likely."
"I've just finished talking with him. Although he didn't outright say he liked you, there were enough hints that it was obvious he likes you," Draco said, a persuading tone in his silky voice. He made sure he didn't lie, sometimes lies like this came back and bit you in the ass. It wasn't good to develop the reputation for being a liar. Haunt you for the rest of your life, it would.
"Uh huh, sure. What kind of 'signs'?" the shorter teen asked, sarcasm dripping from his Irish-accented voice.
Draco leaned closer, as if imparting secret information he wasn't supposed to tell. "Well, now that you mention it...there was blush on his face whenever your name was brought up. And, I know for a fact that he got a dreamy look in his eyes, too." Okay, okay...so a little white lie wouldn't hurt anything...
A flush had crept up Seamus's cheeks by this point, and he stammered, "R-really? D-do you t-think he r-really likes m-me?"
"Yes, most definitely. You should probably go see him now and find out for yourself. He's a great guy, really. Not that bad once you get to know him."
Looking fidgety and nervous, the Irish boy nodded and raced off down the hall. Draco grinned, his plan had worked perfectly! Boy, did he know how to manipulate people. Of course, he only did it now if it was for the people's own good. No more cruel Draco Malfoy to ruin people's lifes, oh no! He was changed, and was set on proving that he wasn't the cruel and oily snake he's acted the part of before.
That night, as Harry and Draco lay peacefully in each other's arms, Harry murmured, "Seamus sure looked happy at supper today."
His boyfriend made a noncommital noise, hiding the smile that had come upon his face at hearing this.
"Yeah, and he couldn't take his eyes of Zabini. Looked like Zabini was the same, too," the green-eyed boy said a minute later.
"Mmmm..."
"Draco?" Harry turned his lover around so that he could look into his face. "Do you know something I don't?"
Biting his lip, the silvery-blue eyed teen nodded. "I kind of set them up."
"You what?!" The Boy Who Lived exclaimed.
Sticking his chin out, Draco said, "I set them up, and I'm proud of it. Any fool knew they belonged together."
"But I figured Zabini had a crush on you!"
"Er...he did. But I could obviously see that he and Seamus were perfect together. There was a spark between them already, and I kind of fanned it. Now there's a full-fledged fire between them."
Harry was silent for a moment before sighing. "I guess you're right. It's just, I don't like you meddling. What if you'd thought wrong? We'd have two angry people on our hands, and that isn't something I would relish having."
"Okay," the matchmaker whispered, a disappointed look on his face. He'd actually started to like the whole matchmaking idea. It was kind of fun...
"Draco..." his boyfriend said warningly, knowing exactly what he was thinking. That look on his seemingly innocent face was more than enough to raise Harry's alarm bells.
The blond-haired Slytherin sighed loudly, and muttered, "All right, all right. I won't do it again."
"Good," his lover whispered, placing a kiss on his forehead.
Draco only grumbled, still disappointed that he wouldn't be able to use his newfound skills again. Some people just didn't appreciate the talent others had...
"Good night. I love you," Harry whispered, holding the father of his children closer.
"G'night," the pregnant boy mumbled, closing his eyes. Soon, he was drifting off into the realm of sleep, Morpheus's world of sleeping dreamers...
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So, how'd you like this chapter? I kind of felt bad at the problems with Blaise and Draco, so I found the perfect way to fix things. And I think Seamus and Blaise would look cute together...another couple out there to promote goodness between Slytherin/Gryffindor relationships. Hehe, anyway...
Thanks for all the reviews to anyone who's reviewed so far. I love you all, these reviews just make me so happy and light-hearted...maybe I'll be able to just float away. That's be cool, if it was possible. *sigh*
As you can see, my chapters are getting a little longer just like I said they would. And just like I promised, I have a new chapter for you every day! It's been a little harder to spin out chapters as quick as I did before, but I'm working hard. I don't want you guys to be disappointed if there's a long wait between chapters. Hopefully, this story will be done by the middle of February. I don't want the story to get too long, so I'll probably stop it around fifteen chapters. What do you think?
Well, thanks again for all the wonderful reviews! Luv ya guys bunches! I'll see ya around...
