A/N: I know, I know. But I hit writer's block.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Funny How They Found Out
We were walking to our rooms, when Ron and Hermione came running at us.
"Are you lost, mate?" Ron asked Harry as we stood in front of our room.
"No," I snapped putting my hands on my hips as Harry and I turned around. Ron snorted.
"You're the woman in the relationship aren't you, Draco?" Ron teased. Teasing or no, I was not going to take that crap from him.
"Excuse me? I can see you're the stupid fuck in the relationship!" I spat angrily.
"Draco!" Hermione said shocked.
"What?" I snapped.
"You're just so-so-," she burst into tears and ran from the corridor.
"Oh you'll pay for that one, you little shit," Ron said as he grabbed me by the front of my shirt.
"Release me this instant you--you," I said angrily.
"You what?" He sneered.
"You. stupid-fuck," I smirked. He pulled his fist back and was ready to hit me. This happened in like three seconds, in case you're wondering why Harry hadn't stepped in.
"Ron! No-," Harry grabbed Ron's fist, which was curled in my shirt, pried his fingers open and pushed him away. I had never seen Harry so angry. His expression was so dark. "You lay another hand on him and you'll pay for it dearly." He said with a deathly calm voice.
Ron narrowed his eyes, turned and stomped away, fuming.
"Not strong my ass," I muttered remembering when he claimed he wasn't very strong.
"What?" He snapped with-how do you describe it-force?
"Don't get shirty with me because he's an ass," I snapped back with as much force.
"He's not an ass. He just gets pissed off easily," Harry said absently. "Solaris Lunaris." He walked into our rooms. "You didn't have to make Hermione cry."
"What did I say that made Hermione cry?"
"I don't know but-" he trailed off.
"But what Harry?"
"I don't know," he said as he sat down on the couch.
"Really? Well, I'm tired. Don't stay up too late," I said as I walked into our room, snapped the door shut and went to bed.
* * *
Harry came into bed at about 2 am. It was very odd. He usually went to bed around 11 pm. I figured he was just upset about Ron trying to beat my face in.
In all honesty, I had no idea what made Hermione cry. I was pretty sure she had called Ron unintelligent before but what did I know? Well, she was upset in general and for good reason, but you'll have to wait to find that out.
* * *
The next morning found me getting to know the loo very personally again. It seemed the Anti-Queasy had worn off and I was pissed. Oh, you have no idea.
"Good Morning," Harry said as I walked into the living room.
"I do not see what's so good about it," I sulked as I sat down. My stomach was still churning.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"The Anti-Queasy stopped working or wore off and I just lost my dinner in the loo," I said sulkily.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"I'm pretty sure Harry, I mean, I'm sorry that I destroyed the evidence by flushing it but-," I said sarcastically.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," he said holding up his hands in defeat.
There was something tapping on the window. "Harry, get that before I kill it," I said rubbing my temples.
"She has a name," he said irritably as he walked to let his owl into the room. "Hey girl." He said as she hopped in and held out her leg. He removed the letter and handed it to me. "It's for you."
"Thanks," I said as I opened it.
~*~
Hello,
Draco, I'd like to see you and Harry after dinner today, okay?
Madam Pomfrey
~*~
"We've got to go see Madam Pomfrey after class," I said as I re- folded the letter and tossed it into the fire.
"Okay then," Harry said as he came out of the bathroom brushing his teeth and leaned against the doorframe.
"Harry?"
"Mmm?"
"Should we be worried about them?" I asked quietly, looking at the flames in the hearth. I had been wondering about Ron and Hermione and how they would take the news and I was greatly worried by it. I didn't need him to lose his friends because of me. I heard him pull his toothbrush out of his mouth and spit in the sink.
"Worried about who?" He asked as he sat down next to me on the couch.
"Ron and Hermione," I yawned as I leant on his shoulder and he put his hand on my stomach. I was in my twelfth week of pregnancy and I was starting to show.
"I don't know," he sighed. "Hermione will take it really well or really bad. Ron on the other hand, will deny it and not say a word about it again until you start to show, be completely taken aback and then love it, go nuts about how stupid it is that a guy got pregnant and stomp away, or just be completely stunned and not know what to say."
"I hope, for your sake, it's the last," I said quietly.
"Thanks," he smiled. We sat there in companionable silence. At least he knew what to expect from his friends. The bell went signaling the start of classes.
"Shit!" I said getting up. "We're late for potions."
I ran into the bedroom and grabbed a tie. "And I'm hungry."
"Come on, we can stop by the kitchen on the way," Harry said as he grabbed my hand and began running.
"Harry," I gasped. "Can't run."
"Oh god! Draco, I'm so sorry," he said horrified. "Do you want me to carry you?"
"No, no, I'm alright," I said panting as I bent over.
"Are you sure?" He asked sincerely.
"Yes," I said straightening up, I felt dizzy. "No."
"Here," he said as he put his arm under my arms and another under my legs and lifted. "Draco," he said seriously as we walked to the kitchen.
"Yeah?" I replied.
"You're too light," he said matter-of-factly.
"And?"
"And I think you need to gain some weight," he said carefully.
"Really?" I asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Yep," he said as he set me down out front of the kitchen.
"Merlin love you," I said as I hugged him. He smiled.
"Come on, hurry, we'll lose points for sure," he said as he into the kitchen.
A bunch of house elves hurried to us.
"Mr. Harry Potter sir!" A particularly excited, familiar, atrociously dressed house elf squeaked. "You will be late for class sir!"
"I am late for class, Dobby," Harry said quickly. Dobby. Our old servant. "And Draco and I would like some breakfast, that is of course if it's not too much trouble." Harry was always considerate. It was really cute.
"Oh! No trouble at all, Harry Potter, sir! No trouble at all!" Dobby said and all the house elves went scurrying around to provide us breakfast.
Four slices of toast and a bowl of hot oatmeal covered with brown sugar later, we were running down the corridor towards the dungeons as fast as we could. Harry got there a few minutes before me but waited for me nonetheless. We walked in and tried to go to our seats.
"See me after class, gentlemen," Snape said from his desk without looking up from his textbook.
* * *
"You cannot be late for class just because of your. circumstances. I have never tolerated lateness and will not start now. I expect you here on time with the rest of your house," Professor Snape said with finality. I was about to argue that it wasn't because of my "circumstances" that I was late, even though it was, I wasn't going to admit it, but Harry shut me up with a silencing glance. "Also because of your situation, Draco-." He really didn't want to say I was pregnant. "-Today was your last practical lesson in my class. You will now be doing Potions theory until next year."
"So what does that entail?" I asked bored.
"You will study potions and their uses with a text book rather than doing it yourself." He replied.
"Sounds fun," I drawled.
* * *
"I cannot believe it! Potions is one thing, but Charms and Care of Magical Creatures!" I said with a very pissed off tone.
"It cannot be that bad, if it will keep you and the-." Harry stopped short as I shoved an elbow into his ribs. He paused for a long time. "What was I saying? Ah, it's not important."
I stopped him because Ron and Hermione we're walking with us down to dinner. Harry had forgiven Ron, after he apologized to me, and I apologized to Hermione for calling Ron a 'stupid fuck', though not to Ron.
"You don't think they'll kick me off the Quidditch team, do you?" I said with my voice lowered.
"If they don't, you should resign, at least for the rest of the year," he said in an equally low voice.
"If you want us to give you some privacy we can meet you at dinner," Ron interrupted.
"Yes, do that," I snapped. I was probably coming off like a complete bitch but right then, I didn't seem to care.
* * *
We had stopped talking about the Quidditch thing once we had gone into the Great Hall. It wasn't until after dinner that we started fighting about it again. Ron and Hermione were with us but we both seemed oblivious to that fact.
"I still don't see why I can't. Why I shouldn't." I stated. I know I was being unreasonable but I seemed to be enjoying fighting with Harry.
"Because. what if you get hit?" He asked.
"We've got excellent Beaters and Chasers, I doubt I'll get hit."
"But what if you do?"
"But what if we lose?"
"Draco, I think the welfare of our child is a bit more important than a Quidditch game-" He stopped short. We both whirled around. Ron and Hermione stared at us incredulously.
"Your child," Ron sputtered.
"Nice Harry, really nice. Lovely way to let them find out," I snapped at Harry.
"You're pregnant?" Ron sputtered disbelieving.
"Do you mind shutting up for two seconds? I'm trying to fight with Harry here," I said as I turned back to Harry. "Besides, Dumbledore didn't say I shouldn't."
"Well, maybe we should go talk to him."
"Fine but it'll have to be tomorrow."
"Okay."
"Now Ron, what were you saying?"
~*~
Disclaimer: I own the plot. Nothing else. No money made. Don't sue. It's not worth it! A/N: I'm going on vacation for the next week or so. I thought I'd leave this as a parting gift. I hope you like and I know Harry forgave Ron a little quickly but I don't want this to drag anymore. Well, enjoy and please let me know what you think. Fair Winds, Luv Gia.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Funny How They Found Out
We were walking to our rooms, when Ron and Hermione came running at us.
"Are you lost, mate?" Ron asked Harry as we stood in front of our room.
"No," I snapped putting my hands on my hips as Harry and I turned around. Ron snorted.
"You're the woman in the relationship aren't you, Draco?" Ron teased. Teasing or no, I was not going to take that crap from him.
"Excuse me? I can see you're the stupid fuck in the relationship!" I spat angrily.
"Draco!" Hermione said shocked.
"What?" I snapped.
"You're just so-so-," she burst into tears and ran from the corridor.
"Oh you'll pay for that one, you little shit," Ron said as he grabbed me by the front of my shirt.
"Release me this instant you--you," I said angrily.
"You what?" He sneered.
"You. stupid-fuck," I smirked. He pulled his fist back and was ready to hit me. This happened in like three seconds, in case you're wondering why Harry hadn't stepped in.
"Ron! No-," Harry grabbed Ron's fist, which was curled in my shirt, pried his fingers open and pushed him away. I had never seen Harry so angry. His expression was so dark. "You lay another hand on him and you'll pay for it dearly." He said with a deathly calm voice.
Ron narrowed his eyes, turned and stomped away, fuming.
"Not strong my ass," I muttered remembering when he claimed he wasn't very strong.
"What?" He snapped with-how do you describe it-force?
"Don't get shirty with me because he's an ass," I snapped back with as much force.
"He's not an ass. He just gets pissed off easily," Harry said absently. "Solaris Lunaris." He walked into our rooms. "You didn't have to make Hermione cry."
"What did I say that made Hermione cry?"
"I don't know but-" he trailed off.
"But what Harry?"
"I don't know," he said as he sat down on the couch.
"Really? Well, I'm tired. Don't stay up too late," I said as I walked into our room, snapped the door shut and went to bed.
* * *
Harry came into bed at about 2 am. It was very odd. He usually went to bed around 11 pm. I figured he was just upset about Ron trying to beat my face in.
In all honesty, I had no idea what made Hermione cry. I was pretty sure she had called Ron unintelligent before but what did I know? Well, she was upset in general and for good reason, but you'll have to wait to find that out.
* * *
The next morning found me getting to know the loo very personally again. It seemed the Anti-Queasy had worn off and I was pissed. Oh, you have no idea.
"Good Morning," Harry said as I walked into the living room.
"I do not see what's so good about it," I sulked as I sat down. My stomach was still churning.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"The Anti-Queasy stopped working or wore off and I just lost my dinner in the loo," I said sulkily.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"I'm pretty sure Harry, I mean, I'm sorry that I destroyed the evidence by flushing it but-," I said sarcastically.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," he said holding up his hands in defeat.
There was something tapping on the window. "Harry, get that before I kill it," I said rubbing my temples.
"She has a name," he said irritably as he walked to let his owl into the room. "Hey girl." He said as she hopped in and held out her leg. He removed the letter and handed it to me. "It's for you."
"Thanks," I said as I opened it.
~*~
Hello,
Draco, I'd like to see you and Harry after dinner today, okay?
Madam Pomfrey
~*~
"We've got to go see Madam Pomfrey after class," I said as I re- folded the letter and tossed it into the fire.
"Okay then," Harry said as he came out of the bathroom brushing his teeth and leaned against the doorframe.
"Harry?"
"Mmm?"
"Should we be worried about them?" I asked quietly, looking at the flames in the hearth. I had been wondering about Ron and Hermione and how they would take the news and I was greatly worried by it. I didn't need him to lose his friends because of me. I heard him pull his toothbrush out of his mouth and spit in the sink.
"Worried about who?" He asked as he sat down next to me on the couch.
"Ron and Hermione," I yawned as I leant on his shoulder and he put his hand on my stomach. I was in my twelfth week of pregnancy and I was starting to show.
"I don't know," he sighed. "Hermione will take it really well or really bad. Ron on the other hand, will deny it and not say a word about it again until you start to show, be completely taken aback and then love it, go nuts about how stupid it is that a guy got pregnant and stomp away, or just be completely stunned and not know what to say."
"I hope, for your sake, it's the last," I said quietly.
"Thanks," he smiled. We sat there in companionable silence. At least he knew what to expect from his friends. The bell went signaling the start of classes.
"Shit!" I said getting up. "We're late for potions."
I ran into the bedroom and grabbed a tie. "And I'm hungry."
"Come on, we can stop by the kitchen on the way," Harry said as he grabbed my hand and began running.
"Harry," I gasped. "Can't run."
"Oh god! Draco, I'm so sorry," he said horrified. "Do you want me to carry you?"
"No, no, I'm alright," I said panting as I bent over.
"Are you sure?" He asked sincerely.
"Yes," I said straightening up, I felt dizzy. "No."
"Here," he said as he put his arm under my arms and another under my legs and lifted. "Draco," he said seriously as we walked to the kitchen.
"Yeah?" I replied.
"You're too light," he said matter-of-factly.
"And?"
"And I think you need to gain some weight," he said carefully.
"Really?" I asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Yep," he said as he set me down out front of the kitchen.
"Merlin love you," I said as I hugged him. He smiled.
"Come on, hurry, we'll lose points for sure," he said as he into the kitchen.
A bunch of house elves hurried to us.
"Mr. Harry Potter sir!" A particularly excited, familiar, atrociously dressed house elf squeaked. "You will be late for class sir!"
"I am late for class, Dobby," Harry said quickly. Dobby. Our old servant. "And Draco and I would like some breakfast, that is of course if it's not too much trouble." Harry was always considerate. It was really cute.
"Oh! No trouble at all, Harry Potter, sir! No trouble at all!" Dobby said and all the house elves went scurrying around to provide us breakfast.
Four slices of toast and a bowl of hot oatmeal covered with brown sugar later, we were running down the corridor towards the dungeons as fast as we could. Harry got there a few minutes before me but waited for me nonetheless. We walked in and tried to go to our seats.
"See me after class, gentlemen," Snape said from his desk without looking up from his textbook.
* * *
"You cannot be late for class just because of your. circumstances. I have never tolerated lateness and will not start now. I expect you here on time with the rest of your house," Professor Snape said with finality. I was about to argue that it wasn't because of my "circumstances" that I was late, even though it was, I wasn't going to admit it, but Harry shut me up with a silencing glance. "Also because of your situation, Draco-." He really didn't want to say I was pregnant. "-Today was your last practical lesson in my class. You will now be doing Potions theory until next year."
"So what does that entail?" I asked bored.
"You will study potions and their uses with a text book rather than doing it yourself." He replied.
"Sounds fun," I drawled.
* * *
"I cannot believe it! Potions is one thing, but Charms and Care of Magical Creatures!" I said with a very pissed off tone.
"It cannot be that bad, if it will keep you and the-." Harry stopped short as I shoved an elbow into his ribs. He paused for a long time. "What was I saying? Ah, it's not important."
I stopped him because Ron and Hermione we're walking with us down to dinner. Harry had forgiven Ron, after he apologized to me, and I apologized to Hermione for calling Ron a 'stupid fuck', though not to Ron.
"You don't think they'll kick me off the Quidditch team, do you?" I said with my voice lowered.
"If they don't, you should resign, at least for the rest of the year," he said in an equally low voice.
"If you want us to give you some privacy we can meet you at dinner," Ron interrupted.
"Yes, do that," I snapped. I was probably coming off like a complete bitch but right then, I didn't seem to care.
* * *
We had stopped talking about the Quidditch thing once we had gone into the Great Hall. It wasn't until after dinner that we started fighting about it again. Ron and Hermione were with us but we both seemed oblivious to that fact.
"I still don't see why I can't. Why I shouldn't." I stated. I know I was being unreasonable but I seemed to be enjoying fighting with Harry.
"Because. what if you get hit?" He asked.
"We've got excellent Beaters and Chasers, I doubt I'll get hit."
"But what if you do?"
"But what if we lose?"
"Draco, I think the welfare of our child is a bit more important than a Quidditch game-" He stopped short. We both whirled around. Ron and Hermione stared at us incredulously.
"Your child," Ron sputtered.
"Nice Harry, really nice. Lovely way to let them find out," I snapped at Harry.
"You're pregnant?" Ron sputtered disbelieving.
"Do you mind shutting up for two seconds? I'm trying to fight with Harry here," I said as I turned back to Harry. "Besides, Dumbledore didn't say I shouldn't."
"Well, maybe we should go talk to him."
"Fine but it'll have to be tomorrow."
"Okay."
"Now Ron, what were you saying?"
~*~
Disclaimer: I own the plot. Nothing else. No money made. Don't sue. It's not worth it! A/N: I'm going on vacation for the next week or so. I thought I'd leave this as a parting gift. I hope you like and I know Harry forgave Ron a little quickly but I don't want this to drag anymore. Well, enjoy and please let me know what you think. Fair Winds, Luv Gia.