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Chapter Twenty-one
Breakfast Serenade and How Are We Going To Tell Them?
"Would you like me to owl him and explain?" Dumbledore asked.
"Oh! No thank you. I'd prefer to tell him myself," I said quietly. He nodded his understanding.
"I've done one thing for you though," he said after a moment's pause. "There are small suites all over the castle that were used, back when the persecution of witches and wizards was rampant, for families who had children learning here. I hope you don't mind, but I've had your things sent to one on the fourth floor. I thought you'd like to have some privacy for this?"
"Yes, I would," I said quietly. I thought that this meant that I was to move by myself.
"Okay, I'll take you to the rooms," he said standing up.
I grabbed my knapsack then followed him out the door and Harry was behind me though he maintained his distance. The two of us walked silently. I wouldn't look at him but he was looking at me; I could feel it. His eyes were boring into my back and it made me slightly uncomfortable but I did not let it show.
"The password to open the door is 'Solaris Lunaris'," he said and the door clicked and opened. He led us in. "You'll find everything in here. Bedroom over there and you have to go through the bedroom to get to the bathroom. You may have the rest of the afternoon off to get settled into your new surroundings."
With that said he left us. US. Which meant Harry was to be here with me. Of course he was. His stuff was all there. He was the father of the tiny being that was inside of me, after all. Dumbledore probably thought it best that we were together.
"Draco, I didn't-," he began. I still really wasn't in the mood for talking.
"You can sleep on the couch because you got me pregnant," I said as I walked to the bedroom, he followed me and I shut the door in his face. I heard him sigh, put his back to the door and slide down to a sitting position. I crawled onto the bed and hugged my knees.
"Draco, I know you don't want to hear it but let me explain. I don't know if you'll listen, I just hope you do," his voice carried through the door. "She kissed me, Draco. ME. I didn't want it. The only person I want to kiss for the rest of my life is you! Can't you see? I would not do that to you!"
I marched over to the door and threw it open. He fell backwards with an 'oomph' and looked up at me from the floor. "Then what stopped you from pushing her off of you?"
"She's a lot stronger than she looks! She's a beater for Merlin's sake," he said from the ground and I towered over him trying to look as pissed off as I felt.
"You're not exactly a tiny little guy anymore are you? That's crap Harry and you know it!" I snapped. He stood up so he was towering over me.
"You're right about the tiny thing but I'm not that strong," he pointed out.
"You stopped me from hitting you earlier!" I stated.
"Draco, you're not exactly the strongest person in the world," he pointed out.
"Shut up!" It sounds stupid but it was the best thing I could come up with at the time. His smiled broadened and I began to laugh slightly. He hugged me and I didn't stop him. "This does not mean that I'm not mad at you!"
"I know, but it's an improvement," he said as he picked me up, carried me over to the bed and dropped me onto it.
"Nor does this mean that every time you screw up you can make me laugh either," I said seriously as he looked down on me.
"I know," he said quietly. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"
"Yes," I answered.
"What?"
"You have to figure that out." I replied and he sighed.
We lied there together, just listening to each other breathe. I was perfectly content to do so. Then something sprang into my mind.
"Harry, do you know that as we speak our child is inside of me?" I pointed to my still very flat stomach.
"I know. It's. weird," he concluded quietly. "Nine months from now we'll be parents."
My mind began to race. I was going to be a father. a dad. I was two months away from being 17 and I was going to be a father.
"Harry," I said as I turned to face him. "I don't think I can do this. I don't think I can raise someone. I don't think I can have someone depend on me. I still depend on my dad. Do you really believe we can handle this?"
"Draco, I honestly can't say. We'll just try our best. That's really all we can do," he said quietly. He paused for a moment then added, "Why are you wearing my clothes?"
"Oh! Umm. When I went into Gryffindor Tower all pissed off after finding the two of you. I put random things that I grabbed into a knapsack and when I got to our room I had grabbed your sweater and your t-shirt. It was all I had so I put it on."
"Oh," he said quietly. We fell asleep.
* * *
I woke around eight o'clock in the morning. Harry wasn't in bed beside me, not that I cared I was still mad, but it was a little unusual. I guess I was so used to waking up beside him.
I pulled myself out of bed thinking about how I didn't need to throw up right then. Just to spite myself, I ran for the bathroom and threw up. I wondered desperately when that stronger potion would be in as I wiped my mouth off with a towel.
I took off my clothes and turned on the shower. I let the water run before I got in. The steam from the water woke me up and I felt ready for the day and what it would throw at me. Then, I got dressed. Just my school uniform, it was Tuesday after all.
After that, I set off for the great hall. Harry waved me over to the seat he had been saving for me.
"Hello," he said as I sat down.
"Hi," I replied as I started to put food on my plate. It was the first time in a while that I was truly hungry. I looked up and both Hermione and Harry had superior looks on their faces. I looked at Ron and he shrugged.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing," they replied quickly.
"Okay," I said slowly, eyeing them suspiciously.
We all ate in relative silence, for the most part; the occasional question arose that was answered with just one word. Then just before we were finished Hermione waved her wand and music began to play. Harry was sitting to my right and was slightly hunched over his cereal. Then he brought a microphone to his lips and his voice was added to the music.
'The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful Stop me and steal my breath.'
Professor McGonagall made to get up and stop him but Dumbledore held out his arm to stop her. Hermione had cleared the table directly in front of me. Before I could comprehend what was actually happening, Harry was on the table in front of me, singing.
'Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky Never revealing their depth.'
He had an amazing voice; I'll give him that. He was singing and swaying on the table. I terribly surprised that this didn't seem to embarrass him.
'Tell me that we belong together Dress it up with the trappings of love I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above.'
He pointed upwards as he said that line. He looked damn good with a mic. He walked along the table, which was mysteriously cleared. People were giggling and whistling.
'I'll be your crying shoulder I'll be love suicide I'll be better when I'm older I'll be the greatest fan of your life.'
He walked up the table before coming back to me and sitting on the table beside me. He ran his fingers down the side of my face and I couldn't help but smile. He was doing all of this for me. Making an ass out of himself, but still it was for me.
'Rain falls angry on the tin roof As we lie awake in my bed You're my survival; you're my living proof My love is alive not dead Tell me that we belong together Dress it up with the trappings of love I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips Instead of the gallows of heartache, that hang from above.'
It was so sweet. I was fighting back tears. He stood again for the chorus.
'I'll be your crying shoulder I'll be love suicide I'll be better when I'm older I'll be the greatest fan of your life.'
He then jumped across to the Ravenclaw table and they all looked at him like he was being stupid. I was just staring, near tears, at my very sweet boyfriend.
'I've been dropped out, burned up.'
He jumped over to the Hufflepuff table and was singing, smiling and winking at me. He gave a few people 'high fives' as he walked down the table.
'Fought my way back from the dead.'
Then, he was standing on the Slytherin table and they were giving him death glares. He smiled sweetly at them as he sang then he pointed at me.
'Tuned in, turned on, remembered the things that you said.'
He jumped down from the table just as some toast was lobbed at him and walked toward me again and knelt in front of me.
'I'll be your crying shoulder I'll be love suicide I'll be better when I'm older I'll be the greatest fan of your life
I'll be your crying shoulder I'll be love suicide I'll be better when I'm older I'll be the greatest fan of your life The greatest fan of your life.'
As he finished the song he kissed my hand. The music stopped and the entire hall (excluding the Slytherins and including the teachers) erupted into cheers. It was at that point that Harry blushed. He leaned close and kissed me.
"I'll be the greatest fan of your life," he whispered quietly. I smiled. "Still mad?
"A little," I answered truthfully.
"Did this help at all?" he asked.
"Greatly," I smiled.
* * *
After the singing incident the week passed and it was the day before holidays. I was very stressed out. We both were. Father had spoken to Remus and Sirius and we all were just going to stay at the mansion, which meant we could tell all three of them, together.
"Do we have everything?" I asked for the millionth time anxiously.
"Yes, Draco, we do!" Harry replied for the millionth time just as anxiously.
"Sorry," I said short temperedly. We were lying on the bed. It's kind of weird to describe. Our heads met in the centre and we both peered up at the canopy of the bed. "I'm just afraid of how they will react."
"That makes two of us," he replied quietly.
"How should we tell them?" I asked after a moment's silence.
"I don't know. Should we just come out and say it?"
"Oh that'd be lovely, wouldn't it?" I snapped sarcastically. "Lucius, Sirius, Remus, I just thought we'd give you the heads up, I got your son pregnant, Lucius. So you're going to be a granddad. Sirius and Remus, you two will have to deal with a crying kid when we visit at your house. And to top it off. We're not even sure Dumbledore'll let us come back to Hogwarts with a baby!"
"Sorry! It was just a thought," he said as he sat up. "We could tell them over dinner. No. Lets get them drunk!"
Now there was a thought. We wouldn't get yelled at that's for sure. Sirius and Remus would get sloshed like nothing. They did it easily enough. Dad on the hand could hold his liquor. He could drink anyone under the table and I had saw it done. He drank Snape under the table, quite a few times actually. And he was the only one I was worried about. Though the suggestion was quite preposterous, it did brighten my mood a bit.
"Oh that'd be something to see," I said with a slight laugh.
* * *
Disclaimer: Edwin McCain owns the song I'll be.. J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and other related things. I own nothing but my beloved pen that wrote this.
A/N: So how was that? Did yas like? I hope so. I know Draco forgave Harry somewhat quickly but Harry serenaded him in the right mood. which helped. That still doesn't mean that he's completely forgiven him either. It still pisses him off. Okay. The next chapter may take a week to get updated cuz it needs some very precise wording on Lucius, Sirius and Remus's part.. How do you think each of them should act? Remember, if you tell me your suggestions I just may get this updated quicker. Thanks so much for reading. NIAWEN KOWANNEN!!! Luv, Gia
Chapter Twenty-one
Breakfast Serenade and How Are We Going To Tell Them?
"Would you like me to owl him and explain?" Dumbledore asked.
"Oh! No thank you. I'd prefer to tell him myself," I said quietly. He nodded his understanding.
"I've done one thing for you though," he said after a moment's pause. "There are small suites all over the castle that were used, back when the persecution of witches and wizards was rampant, for families who had children learning here. I hope you don't mind, but I've had your things sent to one on the fourth floor. I thought you'd like to have some privacy for this?"
"Yes, I would," I said quietly. I thought that this meant that I was to move by myself.
"Okay, I'll take you to the rooms," he said standing up.
I grabbed my knapsack then followed him out the door and Harry was behind me though he maintained his distance. The two of us walked silently. I wouldn't look at him but he was looking at me; I could feel it. His eyes were boring into my back and it made me slightly uncomfortable but I did not let it show.
"The password to open the door is 'Solaris Lunaris'," he said and the door clicked and opened. He led us in. "You'll find everything in here. Bedroom over there and you have to go through the bedroom to get to the bathroom. You may have the rest of the afternoon off to get settled into your new surroundings."
With that said he left us. US. Which meant Harry was to be here with me. Of course he was. His stuff was all there. He was the father of the tiny being that was inside of me, after all. Dumbledore probably thought it best that we were together.
"Draco, I didn't-," he began. I still really wasn't in the mood for talking.
"You can sleep on the couch because you got me pregnant," I said as I walked to the bedroom, he followed me and I shut the door in his face. I heard him sigh, put his back to the door and slide down to a sitting position. I crawled onto the bed and hugged my knees.
"Draco, I know you don't want to hear it but let me explain. I don't know if you'll listen, I just hope you do," his voice carried through the door. "She kissed me, Draco. ME. I didn't want it. The only person I want to kiss for the rest of my life is you! Can't you see? I would not do that to you!"
I marched over to the door and threw it open. He fell backwards with an 'oomph' and looked up at me from the floor. "Then what stopped you from pushing her off of you?"
"She's a lot stronger than she looks! She's a beater for Merlin's sake," he said from the ground and I towered over him trying to look as pissed off as I felt.
"You're not exactly a tiny little guy anymore are you? That's crap Harry and you know it!" I snapped. He stood up so he was towering over me.
"You're right about the tiny thing but I'm not that strong," he pointed out.
"You stopped me from hitting you earlier!" I stated.
"Draco, you're not exactly the strongest person in the world," he pointed out.
"Shut up!" It sounds stupid but it was the best thing I could come up with at the time. His smiled broadened and I began to laugh slightly. He hugged me and I didn't stop him. "This does not mean that I'm not mad at you!"
"I know, but it's an improvement," he said as he picked me up, carried me over to the bed and dropped me onto it.
"Nor does this mean that every time you screw up you can make me laugh either," I said seriously as he looked down on me.
"I know," he said quietly. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"
"Yes," I answered.
"What?"
"You have to figure that out." I replied and he sighed.
We lied there together, just listening to each other breathe. I was perfectly content to do so. Then something sprang into my mind.
"Harry, do you know that as we speak our child is inside of me?" I pointed to my still very flat stomach.
"I know. It's. weird," he concluded quietly. "Nine months from now we'll be parents."
My mind began to race. I was going to be a father. a dad. I was two months away from being 17 and I was going to be a father.
"Harry," I said as I turned to face him. "I don't think I can do this. I don't think I can raise someone. I don't think I can have someone depend on me. I still depend on my dad. Do you really believe we can handle this?"
"Draco, I honestly can't say. We'll just try our best. That's really all we can do," he said quietly. He paused for a moment then added, "Why are you wearing my clothes?"
"Oh! Umm. When I went into Gryffindor Tower all pissed off after finding the two of you. I put random things that I grabbed into a knapsack and when I got to our room I had grabbed your sweater and your t-shirt. It was all I had so I put it on."
"Oh," he said quietly. We fell asleep.
* * *
I woke around eight o'clock in the morning. Harry wasn't in bed beside me, not that I cared I was still mad, but it was a little unusual. I guess I was so used to waking up beside him.
I pulled myself out of bed thinking about how I didn't need to throw up right then. Just to spite myself, I ran for the bathroom and threw up. I wondered desperately when that stronger potion would be in as I wiped my mouth off with a towel.
I took off my clothes and turned on the shower. I let the water run before I got in. The steam from the water woke me up and I felt ready for the day and what it would throw at me. Then, I got dressed. Just my school uniform, it was Tuesday after all.
After that, I set off for the great hall. Harry waved me over to the seat he had been saving for me.
"Hello," he said as I sat down.
"Hi," I replied as I started to put food on my plate. It was the first time in a while that I was truly hungry. I looked up and both Hermione and Harry had superior looks on their faces. I looked at Ron and he shrugged.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing," they replied quickly.
"Okay," I said slowly, eyeing them suspiciously.
We all ate in relative silence, for the most part; the occasional question arose that was answered with just one word. Then just before we were finished Hermione waved her wand and music began to play. Harry was sitting to my right and was slightly hunched over his cereal. Then he brought a microphone to his lips and his voice was added to the music.
'The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful Stop me and steal my breath.'
Professor McGonagall made to get up and stop him but Dumbledore held out his arm to stop her. Hermione had cleared the table directly in front of me. Before I could comprehend what was actually happening, Harry was on the table in front of me, singing.
'Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky Never revealing their depth.'
He had an amazing voice; I'll give him that. He was singing and swaying on the table. I terribly surprised that this didn't seem to embarrass him.
'Tell me that we belong together Dress it up with the trappings of love I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above.'
He pointed upwards as he said that line. He looked damn good with a mic. He walked along the table, which was mysteriously cleared. People were giggling and whistling.
'I'll be your crying shoulder I'll be love suicide I'll be better when I'm older I'll be the greatest fan of your life.'
He walked up the table before coming back to me and sitting on the table beside me. He ran his fingers down the side of my face and I couldn't help but smile. He was doing all of this for me. Making an ass out of himself, but still it was for me.
'Rain falls angry on the tin roof As we lie awake in my bed You're my survival; you're my living proof My love is alive not dead Tell me that we belong together Dress it up with the trappings of love I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips Instead of the gallows of heartache, that hang from above.'
It was so sweet. I was fighting back tears. He stood again for the chorus.
'I'll be your crying shoulder I'll be love suicide I'll be better when I'm older I'll be the greatest fan of your life.'
He then jumped across to the Ravenclaw table and they all looked at him like he was being stupid. I was just staring, near tears, at my very sweet boyfriend.
'I've been dropped out, burned up.'
He jumped over to the Hufflepuff table and was singing, smiling and winking at me. He gave a few people 'high fives' as he walked down the table.
'Fought my way back from the dead.'
Then, he was standing on the Slytherin table and they were giving him death glares. He smiled sweetly at them as he sang then he pointed at me.
'Tuned in, turned on, remembered the things that you said.'
He jumped down from the table just as some toast was lobbed at him and walked toward me again and knelt in front of me.
'I'll be your crying shoulder I'll be love suicide I'll be better when I'm older I'll be the greatest fan of your life
I'll be your crying shoulder I'll be love suicide I'll be better when I'm older I'll be the greatest fan of your life The greatest fan of your life.'
As he finished the song he kissed my hand. The music stopped and the entire hall (excluding the Slytherins and including the teachers) erupted into cheers. It was at that point that Harry blushed. He leaned close and kissed me.
"I'll be the greatest fan of your life," he whispered quietly. I smiled. "Still mad?
"A little," I answered truthfully.
"Did this help at all?" he asked.
"Greatly," I smiled.
* * *
After the singing incident the week passed and it was the day before holidays. I was very stressed out. We both were. Father had spoken to Remus and Sirius and we all were just going to stay at the mansion, which meant we could tell all three of them, together.
"Do we have everything?" I asked for the millionth time anxiously.
"Yes, Draco, we do!" Harry replied for the millionth time just as anxiously.
"Sorry," I said short temperedly. We were lying on the bed. It's kind of weird to describe. Our heads met in the centre and we both peered up at the canopy of the bed. "I'm just afraid of how they will react."
"That makes two of us," he replied quietly.
"How should we tell them?" I asked after a moment's silence.
"I don't know. Should we just come out and say it?"
"Oh that'd be lovely, wouldn't it?" I snapped sarcastically. "Lucius, Sirius, Remus, I just thought we'd give you the heads up, I got your son pregnant, Lucius. So you're going to be a granddad. Sirius and Remus, you two will have to deal with a crying kid when we visit at your house. And to top it off. We're not even sure Dumbledore'll let us come back to Hogwarts with a baby!"
"Sorry! It was just a thought," he said as he sat up. "We could tell them over dinner. No. Lets get them drunk!"
Now there was a thought. We wouldn't get yelled at that's for sure. Sirius and Remus would get sloshed like nothing. They did it easily enough. Dad on the hand could hold his liquor. He could drink anyone under the table and I had saw it done. He drank Snape under the table, quite a few times actually. And he was the only one I was worried about. Though the suggestion was quite preposterous, it did brighten my mood a bit.
"Oh that'd be something to see," I said with a slight laugh.
* * *
Disclaimer: Edwin McCain owns the song I'll be.. J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and other related things. I own nothing but my beloved pen that wrote this.
A/N: So how was that? Did yas like? I hope so. I know Draco forgave Harry somewhat quickly but Harry serenaded him in the right mood. which helped. That still doesn't mean that he's completely forgiven him either. It still pisses him off. Okay. The next chapter may take a week to get updated cuz it needs some very precise wording on Lucius, Sirius and Remus's part.. How do you think each of them should act? Remember, if you tell me your suggestions I just may get this updated quicker. Thanks so much for reading. NIAWEN KOWANNEN!!! Luv, Gia