It had been an entire month since Harry had left Draco and he still didn't
know where his lover currently resided. However he had discovered that he
was two months pregnant with there child.
This meant that however much he denied it they still held a strong bond of love, if they didn't the baby wouldn't exist.
Harry had almost immediately contacted Hermione, she was the only one he could really trust as Ron could never keep a secret. She had promised never to tell a soul his location not even her husband Victor.
Hermione worked at Hogwart's as Madame Pomfrey's assistant and had been looking after Draco ever since he's come in.
She knew Harry had a right to know about Draco but every time she tried to say something she just couldn't find the words to tell him. Oh how she hated being the barer of bad news.
Flashback
It was the summer after Harry's sixth year, the time of the year that Harry hated the most. The long hot summer days in which he was forced to slave away for his horrid relatives. Harry currently lay on the front lawn of number four Privet Drive. The sun was tanning his already dark skin as he lay there, oh how he hated the summer. It meant he couldn't see Draco.
As he thought this a drawling voice sounded behind him making Harry sit up all to quickly and making his head spin. Looking up he saw Draco Malfoy, and he wasn't smirking, he actually had a genuine smile on his face.
"What are you doing on the floor Harry?" He asked looking at the Gryffindor as if lying on the grass was abnormal.
"I think the more important question Draco, is what are you doing here?"
"I was err... taking a stroll." He lied, quickly hiding a piece of paper behind his back.
"What's that behind your back?" Harry said as he snatched it from Draco's grasp before he could protest. Looking at it he realised it was his address. Grinning he asked. "So Draco what are you really doing here?"
"Well I was just wondering, if maybe you, I don't know, wanted to come to the cinema with me?"
Harry smiled fighting the urge to hug the older wizard. "Alright just let me get changed."
Fortunately the Dursley's had gone out shopping for Dudley. This meant he and Draco were alone. The blonde looked around Dudley's second bedroom in disgust, the wall paper which had once been a vibrant red, know had a green tinge and was peeling away from the walls.
The floor boards were worn and stained in various places, spell books, quills and pieces of parchment lay scattered over all available surfaces. However despite all of this Harry wasn't ashamed of any of it.
"You live here?"
"Yes every summer."
"Not trying to be mean, but it's horrible."
"It's better than being under the stairs."
"They made you sleep under the stairs?"
"Yeah, but that doesn't matter any more, let me just get changed and we can go."
However Draco wasn't impressed with Dudley's old clothes and proceeded transfiguring material and sizes until he was satisfied and Harry realised he really liked Draco.
End Flashback
This meant that however much he denied it they still held a strong bond of love, if they didn't the baby wouldn't exist.
Harry had almost immediately contacted Hermione, she was the only one he could really trust as Ron could never keep a secret. She had promised never to tell a soul his location not even her husband Victor.
Hermione worked at Hogwart's as Madame Pomfrey's assistant and had been looking after Draco ever since he's come in.
She knew Harry had a right to know about Draco but every time she tried to say something she just couldn't find the words to tell him. Oh how she hated being the barer of bad news.
Flashback
It was the summer after Harry's sixth year, the time of the year that Harry hated the most. The long hot summer days in which he was forced to slave away for his horrid relatives. Harry currently lay on the front lawn of number four Privet Drive. The sun was tanning his already dark skin as he lay there, oh how he hated the summer. It meant he couldn't see Draco.
As he thought this a drawling voice sounded behind him making Harry sit up all to quickly and making his head spin. Looking up he saw Draco Malfoy, and he wasn't smirking, he actually had a genuine smile on his face.
"What are you doing on the floor Harry?" He asked looking at the Gryffindor as if lying on the grass was abnormal.
"I think the more important question Draco, is what are you doing here?"
"I was err... taking a stroll." He lied, quickly hiding a piece of paper behind his back.
"What's that behind your back?" Harry said as he snatched it from Draco's grasp before he could protest. Looking at it he realised it was his address. Grinning he asked. "So Draco what are you really doing here?"
"Well I was just wondering, if maybe you, I don't know, wanted to come to the cinema with me?"
Harry smiled fighting the urge to hug the older wizard. "Alright just let me get changed."
Fortunately the Dursley's had gone out shopping for Dudley. This meant he and Draco were alone. The blonde looked around Dudley's second bedroom in disgust, the wall paper which had once been a vibrant red, know had a green tinge and was peeling away from the walls.
The floor boards were worn and stained in various places, spell books, quills and pieces of parchment lay scattered over all available surfaces. However despite all of this Harry wasn't ashamed of any of it.
"You live here?"
"Yes every summer."
"Not trying to be mean, but it's horrible."
"It's better than being under the stairs."
"They made you sleep under the stairs?"
"Yeah, but that doesn't matter any more, let me just get changed and we can go."
However Draco wasn't impressed with Dudley's old clothes and proceeded transfiguring material and sizes until he was satisfied and Harry realised he really liked Draco.
End Flashback