There For You
Rating: R for attempted suicide, slash and mpreg. Some language as well.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters :-( they are owned by the amazing J. K. Rowling.
Thanks to: CrazyForYou, NatalieJ, Eve27 (Sadly, I was only gone for 4 days....I got lazy...haha), tarshil (Thanks! I'll be sure to check that site out!), Shania Maxwell, potterfan10 (I have that book. lol. Anyways! A Merbri is an animal I created. It is a bird with little snakes for hair. Good catch though! : ), SheWolfe7 (I plan to do a prequel when this is finished, to show how they got together etc.), Launigsiae, KittenBabyGirl (Again, I will be doing a prequel, I agree, a lot of background info is needed lol : ), Sowen, and slasherbabe (Thanks! lol I think I may do both. It would be prequel first though, it seems like that is what most people want first and it would make it easier to make the sequel...now I'm confused... : P )
Chapter 13 Late Night Talks
"That was very good boys. Our next lesson will be at 6:00 the day after tomorrow." Lupin dismissed Harry and Ron from their private lesson.
"Sounds good!" Ron helped Tonks pack up. "I'm going to go help Hermione with dinner. One of these days she's going to burn her belly on a frying pan!"
Harry laughed. "See you at dinner."
Ron grinned and disappeared out the door. Harry, who was sitting in a very comfortable armchair, stood up and walked towards the door.
"Just a moment Harry!" Lupin called after him.
"Yes?" Harry turned around.
"Tonks and I think it's time you learned a…complicated spell."
"What spell would this be?" Harry dreaded the answer.
"Avada Kedavra" Tonks announced.
Harry closed his eyes. "I…I can't…couldn't…couldn't do it if a wanted to…" he mumbled.
"You've got to learn how to do it properly! The war could end any day now! He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has attacked a muggle city! He will surely kill Narcissa soon!" Lupin explained.
"I…" Harry felt torn up inside. He really didn't want to be responsible for the death of someone (even if it was Voldemort) yet, he wanted to be rid of the monster that had caused him so much pain. "I can't."
"You've got to try," Tonks said gently.
Harry sighed heavily "All right…"
(A/N: For some reason, the seperator thing wont show up. Sorry!)
"You…you! HAHA! You couldn't kill HA! Th…the FLY!" Draco managed between laughs. Harry glared. He had practiced Avada Kedavra on flies but hadn't been able to kill any. He had moved on to flobberworms –a less complex creature- but hadn't been able to kill them either. Harry had decided not to tell Draco about the flobberworms.
"I'm sorry love, but that's funny!"
"To you!" Harry snapped. "Besides, they were zipping around! It was impossible to kill them!" which was half true, the flies were nearly impossible to hit, but Tonks ended up enlarging and stunning them so Harry could actually hit them.
"Bull shit! Lupin isn't that dumb, he would have stunned them for you!" Draco shoved Harry's excuse back into his face.
"It's harder than it seems!" Harry was getting frustrated.
"I could do that spell when I was 16!" Draco continued to laugh at Harry.
"Yes, well not all of us grew up with a Death Eater for a father!" Harry spat angrily.
Draco stopped laughing. "That's not my fault."
Harry mentally slapped himself. That was definitely not an ok thing to say, even more so to a very pregnant, very hormonal male. Harry had lost his temper, as usual. "I'm sorry love! I shouldn't have said that, I had no right."
"Damn right you didn't have any…right…to say that!" Draco sat down on the bed. "Look, I know I was raised…abnormally, and if I could've chosen, I certainly wouldn't have chosen that particular way. But that's the way it is! There's nothing I can do about that."
"I know love, I know. I'm so sorry. I love you!" Harry sat beside Draco and rubbed his back.
"Let's eat." Draco walked out of the room. 'God! Why do I always fuck things up?!' a frustrated Harry thought, he sighed and followed.
(Separator thing goes here)
By the end of dinner, Draco seemed to have forgotten about what Harry had said, but Harry was still feeling horrible. He spent half the night tossing and turning. Every minute that passed caused Harry more sleep-deprived frustration. Not because of feeling bad about what he had said to Draco, but because he had a strange feeling that something was about to go wrong and he couldn't put his finger on what.
At 3:40, Harry decided to go downstairs to try and clear his head. He got a bottle of butterbeer and seated himself at the large shabby table. He sighed and banged his head on the table.
"Careful, you'll hurt yourself!"
Harry's head shot up. "Jesus Hermione! You scared the shit out of me!"
"Baby," Hermione replied as she stood up and moved down the long table to where Harry was seated.
"Sorry." Harry apologized. Hermione was monitoring what was said around her and her baby, as well as Draco and Harry's unborn twins for that matter. She didn't want the babies to come into the world with 'dirty mouths'.
"So! What brings you to the kitchen at - what is it? 4:00?" Hermione asked.
"Can't sleep. You?"
"Weird craving for leftover chicken and chocolate ice cream." Hermione showed Harry the bowl in front of her. Harry wrinkled his nose, which made Hermione giggle.
"You always up this late? Er…early?" Harry asked.
"Sometimes, usually Draco comes down too."
"Really? How come I never notice?"
"He doesn't want to wake you."
"Ah." Harry took a drink of his butterbeer.
"Are you ok?" Hermione rubbed Harry's arm.
"I dunno…I have this bad feeling…"
"About what?"
"I'm not quite sure, but I think it has something to do with Draco. I'm always saying the wrong thing! Every other day he's mad at me for some reason or another! I'm surprised he hasn't left me!"
"Harry, he's pregnant."
"That's not an excuse, I'm the one who's being an ass. I always lose my temper around him! I feel so bad…"
"You've both been holed up in here for a long time! We're all getting short tempered. And let me explain what I meant about Draco being pregnant. You notice how he always seems to have forgotten about whatever you were fighting about by the time the day is over?"
"Yes," Harry replied.
"Well, if he wasn't pregnant, he probably wouldn't have gotten mad in the first place."
Harry thought about what Hermione said. It all made sense; under normal conditions, Draco wouldn't have taken anything Harry had said to offence. Except for their fight tonight. Under normal conditions, Draco would probably have eaten Harry alive for that comment.
Harry laughed to himself. These were certainly not normal conditions. 'Normal conditions' would have Draco be a Death Eater who wanted Harry Potter dead. 'Normal conditions' would not allow Harry and Draco to be together. Harry suddenly felt very lucky and happier (and more tired) than he had been in a week.
"Draco loves you! He would never leave you," Hermione finished off her chocolate/chicken ice cream.
"Thanks Hermione. You're the best." Harry yawned.
"I'm always here if you need to talk."
"Thank you. And if you need to talk to someone…"
"I'll go to you or Draco" Hermione laughed.
Harry smiled and kissed Hermione on the cheek. "Maybe the bad feeling wasn't about Draco and I…"
"Still there?"
"Yeah…"
"Go get some sleep, it's probably just your body telling you to curl up in a corner and collapse for a while" Hermione smiled.
"You sound like Ron's mum." Harry laughed.
"Shut up!" Hermione laughed as well.
"Ok, well I guess I'll try to get some sleep," Harry said in a sarcastic voice.
She rolled her eyes. "Goodnight."
"Night."
(Separator thing goes here)
When Harry woke up the following morning, his head was pounding. "Ohhh…" He groaned.
"What?" Draco asked sleepily. Harry stood up and held his head. He almost lost his balance, but steadied himself with help from the bedpost.
"Harry?" Draco sat up worried. Harry ran out of the room. Draco scrambled after him.
Harry skidded into the bathroom and threw up. Draco cringed and gagged; he spun around and took a few deep breaths to regain control of himself. Harry stood up, flushed the toilet and walked over to the sink. He turned the faucet on and splashed cool water onto his face.
Draco turned back around and walked into the bathroom. "You ok love?"
"Ugh…" Harry groaned. He turned and headed back to the bedroom.
"Where are you going?" Draco called after him.
"To see Ron and get ready for the day." Harry replied hurriedly.
"Oh no! You're not going to the ministry today! You're sick!" Draco took off after his husband.
"I'm fine!" Harry called back and darted into the bedroom.
"At least let me make you feel better."
"NO! Pye said no magic! I feel fine now!"
"Fine!" Draco stormed out of the room.
"What did I do?!" Harry wondered aloud. He sighed and lay on the bed. Five minutes later, Draco was back with Ron.
"Ah! Ron! Just the person I need to talk to!" Harry stood up.
"AH!" Ron shielded his eyes.
"Oh…sorry." Harry had forgotten that he slept in the nude. He covered up with the bed sheets and started looking for a pair of boxers.
"Stand still a minute," Ron told Harry.
"Why?"
"So I can make you feel better!" Ron pulled out his wand.
"I'm fine now! Honestly! I have to talk to you though. And if you won't listen, I have to go see Professor Reynolds!"
"No, you've got to sleep Harry! You haven't gotten a decent night's sleep in over a week!" Draco dragged his husband back to their bed. "Lay down."
"No! You don't understand!" Harry pulled away.
"Harry, I can take notes for you!" Ron reassured. "Just drink this."
"No! I have to talk to professor Reynolds!" Harry tried to exit the room.
"Harry!" Ron said sternly. Harry didn't stop. Ron grabbed his arm and attempted to drag him back to the bed. Harry fought against Ron's strong grip.
"RON! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! LET ME EXPLAIN!" Harry yelled. But it was too late.
"Petrificus Totalus." Ron pointed his wand at Harry who fell onto the floor. Draco rushed over and made Harry more comfortable while Ron poured a sleeping potion down Harry's throat. Harry was out cold in seconds.
"I wonder what that was all about." Ron rubbed the side of his head. He had gotten an elbow in the face when Harry had tried to escape.
"Overtired, delirious, who knows?" Draco replied. "Let's get him onto the bed."
"Okay." Ron dragged Harry over to the bed and, with a bit of help from Draco, got the limp body onto the bed.
"Thanks." Draco sat next to Harry.
"No problem. I'll take notes for him." Ron nodded.
"All right, thanks again!"
"You're welcome." Ron headed for the door. "Oh one more thing, why does he sleep in the…eh…never mind." Ron wrinkled his nose and left.
Draco smiled to himself. "Hmm…I wonder where Harry hid my wand…" He was going bonkers without it.
(Separator thing goes here)
About a half an hour after Ron left, Hermione went upstairs to check on Harry and to find Draco. She found the room half torn apart with a very angry Draco sitting in the middle of the floor.
"What happened?!" Hermione asked.
"I can't find my wand!" Draco whined.
"Draco! You're not supposed to do magic!" Hermione helped Draco to his feet.
"But…I'm going insane! I have never been away from my wand for more than…"
"Ten seconds," Hermione finished lazily. "Come on, Lets get breakfast."
"All right…" Draco gave up. For now.
"How's Harry doing?" Hermione shut the door behind her.
"Sleeping." Draco said in an annoyed tone. The two made their way downstairs. When they reached the bottom, they got a surprise.
"Ron! What are you doing home? It's not lunchtime already is it?" Hermione hugged him.
"Harry still asleep?" Ron headed for the stairs.
"Yes, why?" Draco asked. Ron was already halfway up the stairs. Draco and Hermione exchanged looks of worry and followed.
"Harry! Harry! Wake up!" Ron shook Harry's limp body. It was no use. Harry wouldn't wake.
"The potion you gave him will knock him out for twelve hours," Hermione said quietly.
"Damn it!" Ron muttered.
"What is it? Can I help?" Hermione asked.
"No, I just need to talk to Harry." Ron sounded desperate.
"What's wrong?!" Draco asked suddenly. "Its definitely not time for lunch. Why are you home? What happened?" Draco began to panic.
"Ah…nothing…its just…is there a way we can wake him?" Ron couldn't decide if he should worry Draco and Hermione or not.
Hermione started to worry as well. "Yes, hold on a moment." She left the room and returned with a small blue bottle. Draco opened Harry's mouth and poured the shimmering liquid down Harry's throat. Harry started moving and opened his eyes seconds later.
"Harry!" Ron came closer.
"Yes?" Harry replied, irritated.
"He…"
"What?!" Draco and Hermione asked. Ron eyed the two, trying to decide if he should tell them as well.
"Just say it!" Harry yawned.
"Voldemort killed a bunch of muggles!" Ron said quickly.
"Oh, that?" Harry said simply.
"What the hell do you mean 'oh that?!' " Draco snarled.
Hermione was the first to figure it out. "You dreamed about it, didn't you?!"
"Yeah, that's why I was sick this morning. He ripped out their insides…it was disgusting!" Hermione nearly fainted. Ron rushed to her side.
Draco came to Harry's side. "I'm so sorry love! I should have let you explain!"
"It's ok, there wasn't much I could have done about it anyway, it happened last night." Harry wrapped the bed sheet around himself and looked for some boxers yet again. "I've got to see Dumbledore." Harry picked up a pair of boxers, paints and a t-shirt. He exchanged the bed sheets for his clothing behind the changing screen that Draco had picked out of a muggle magazine.
"I'll be back soon." Harry kissed Draco.
"I'm going with you!" Draco stated.
"No, stay here, you aren't supposed to travel much-"
"I'll go," Ron interrupted.
"No…that's ok. Just…stay here and make sure Hermione is ok." Harry kissed Draco again and left before Draco or Ron could complain.
"Oh!" Harry stuck his head back around the doorframe. "Draco, your wand isn't hidden in the bedroom. No need to look in here anymore." Draco just shrugged and poured water for the pale Hermione.
"You ok sweetie?" Ron asked Hermione.
"Yeah, when Harry said he ripped out their insides I just got queasy. You know?" Hermione explained.
"Here, sit down." Ron led her to the duvet. "You ok Draco?"
"Fine. Just trying to figure out what he's hiding." Draco looked thoughtful.
"What do you mean?" Ron asked.
"He wouldn't let anyone go with him, he's obviously hiding something." Draco explained.
"He's right." Hermione agreed.
Draco sat down on the bed dramatically. "My guess is, it has something to do with my mother…" Draco didn't know how right he was.
(Separator thing goes here)
A/N: Updates will be slower until early June, when school gets out. After that they should be coming out once a week lol. 27 DAYS UNTIL THE NEXT HARRY POTTER MOVIE (U.S. version) COMES OUT! (As of Friday, May 07 lol)