Title: You and I
Author: Mage
Rating: R
Authors reminder: Remember people this is an AU fic so there really isn't such a thing as OCnes in the characters here. I'm scared that you guys will be mad at me for that.
I also have to point out that these guys are teenagers. This is their first love. So they don't deal with things the way that experienced adults will. Try to remember your teenage years and the loves that came. Remember the hardships, the confusion and how dire love could seem at that age. Remember the fear, the helplessness and how you didn't seem to know what to do. And don't ever forget the idealism that first love always seems to have. I'm still a teenager so I know these things!
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CHAPTER FOUR: Our Miracle
Harry could take it no longer as he stared at his shaking boyfriend, trying with all his might to keep the tears that were shinning in his beautiful grey eyes from falling down his ivory cheeks. Harry could see that the Malfoy mask was cracking, so hurt was the boy from his father's stinging words. Harry wanted to comfort him, to hold him, to tell him that he was loved, and to hex the elder Malfoy from now till eternity for hurting his beloved.
Finally, as he saw a single tear escape from Draco's eyes, he could take it no longer. He reached for his love. Those last words were spoken to hurt Draco, and hurt him it did. It had finally broken through the small Slytherin's armor and pierced his heart, the pain causing silent tears to leak from those majestic silver orbs.
Draco stiffened for a moment in Harry's embrace until he finally accepted the love and comfort, burying his head in the folds of his boyfriend's robes. He finally let the tears come while he was hidden from view, hidden from the rest of the world, safe and secure in his lover's arms.
As Harry held the delicate blonde to him, feeling the tears soak his black school robes, he felt like crying too.
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Harry was angry at Lucius. How dare he do this. How dare he hurt someone so soft and delicate, so loving and faithful. How dare he hurt someone he loved so much. A fierce protectiveness pulsed through him and he turned his gaze to meet the elder Malfoy's.
"You have no right," he growled at the icy man.
"He is my son. I have all rights," Lucius spat back.
"How dare you even call yourself his father after what you said!"
"You insolent little prat! Do not lecture me on things you do not understand. This is all your fault!"
Suddenly a new voice cut through Harry's reply.
"Leave it Malfoy. I will deal with my son."
In a flash, Harry's emerald gazed locked on that of his father's hazel eyes. He felt Draco stiffen in his arms and he held him tighter, bringing the smaller boy closer to his body in a protective embrace. He glared at his father, as if daring him to hurt his love any more then Lucius already had.
"The scum in your arms is none of my concern boy!" James growled as if understanding Harry's gesture of protectiveness. "It is with you that I have a problem."
Lucius's eyes flashed at the insult to Draco. "Do not call my son scum. If he is tainted it is because of the filth from your boy!"
James turned to Lucius. "You said it yourself, Malfoy. Your son is a whore. A Slytherin whore, whoring himself to Gryffindor."
Lucius lunged towards James, ready to tear him apart with his bare hands, all thoughts of magic, wands, and hex's gone from his mind as basic animal fury clouded his judgment. Dumbledore flew out of his seat, bringing his wand out to stop the furious man's attack. But the old man did not count on Narcissa attacking James herself. The resulting sound of Narcissa's open palm hitting James' pale cheek echoed like a whip.
"Don't you dare insult my son!!" shrieked the raging woman. "He is twice the person your son is, and if he is guilty of anything, it is falling for an unworthy, lowly piece of trash that only a Potter can be."
A shocked silence filled the room after Narcissa's outburst. Narcissa, usually so calm and collected, was looking at James with a fire shinning in her dark blue eyes that no one had ever seen before. Emotion was not something a typical Malfoy or Black ever showed, and Narcissa was a typical woman from both those families. So, seeing the quiet woman, who usually just let herself blend within the shades of Lucius' shadow, shinning like a beacon in her anger, was indeed a shocking sight to be seen.
Even Draco had removed himself from the shelter of Harry's arms to gaze at his mother in shock and awe.
Finally it was Harry's soft voice that broke through the shocked silence in the room.
"You're right, Mrs. Malfoy," said Harry. "I know I don't deserve him. But I also know that I love him."
James turned back to his son. "How could you lower yourself to a Malfoy?"
"Right now, Dad, what I'm wondering is how can Draco lower himself to be with a Potter. With the way you're acting, I feel ashamed to be one."
"Harrison James Potter! You listen to me. You are the heir to the noble Potter line. You embody all that we are and all that they aren't. Our family personifies righteousness, honor, and courage. We embody all that is good," said Lily.
James's voice continued, "You should be on your knees thanking Merlin that you were born into this family. And instead, look what you do. You turn your back on your families pride and go and shag a dirty little Malfoy whore. His whole family is dirty. Lucius probably shagged his way up the Death Eater ranks. I'm sure he is even Voldemort's little fuck toy."
"Don't say that about my father!!"
Before any of the older Malfoys had the chance to bring James down, Draco had broken away from Harry's side and walked up to James Potter. The petite blond stood before the towering form of the Lord of the Potter family, seeming taller then he was, so great was the power that seemed to radiate off him like the light from a star. Draco looked very much like his namesake. Gone was the little boy broken by his father's words, and standing in his place was the powerful young wizard that he had become.
"My father is twice the man that you are," growled Draco, his eyes flashing.
His voice was low, barely above a whisper. Alarm bells went off in Harry's mind. He knew it was when Draco did not shout that he was truly angry.
"Call me a whore all you like, but you have no right to bring my family into this."
"I will bring them into this all I please, boy. Your family is full of dirty immoral cowards. And I will not have my family sullied by you and your kind," James spat.
"We are not cowards. We stand up for what we believe in and we fight for what is right."
"Your family are spies for Voldemort. I don't care what others may think. I know what you all are. You are lowly excuses for a noble wizarding family who bow down to trash like Voldemort. It is people like you and your parents that shame the wizarding race. You may have others believe that you have gone over to our side, but know this…to me and to many, you will all be nothing but trash, and you will be nothing but dark wizards who belong no where else but on the wrong end of our wands. All you and your blood," James snarled.
Draco paled at James Potter's words. Harry knew what had caused the young Malfoy heir to pale. Harry knew what his love was feeling, feeling it within his heart as well. The man's last words had hit him to the core of his being, and filled him with dread. He saw the ice melt from Draco's eyes and tears start to gather.
"How could you. My family has gone through hell and back because of Voldemort. It took everything we had to escape from his magical hold on us. He used us as unwilling slaves! When we escaped from his clutches, my family threw in everything with your side! We have given everything to the light. My father and mother have given all that they are. If it wasn't for them, your eyes in the Death Eater's camp would be blinded. Severus would have died if my father hadn't saved him."
"They were most likely working together as Voldemort's spies. Using that episode as a show to blind us to their true loyalty"
Draco's eyes flashed, and when he spoke his voice was hard as steel. "Now I am beginning to understand that Slytherin philosophy. You Gryffindor's are nothing but close minded bigots that are no better then Voldemort. All you're good for is hiding under the robes of an elderly old man, all of you lacking the ability to even think for yourselves. You call us all evil and close minded, but you aren't even willing to see any light in the darkness! Sounds to me that if you were all taken off Dumbledore's leash you would massacre us in our sleep. Us and all our families. What, will you kill the children as well? You murdering bigots, you're-"
The slapping sound of skin hitting skin broke whatever else Draco would have said. It took a moment for the occupants in the room to register that that sound was James Potter's hand meeting with the side of Draco's face. The young Slytherin was now on the floor, blood trickling from his split lip.
James took the time brought about by everyone's momentary frozen shock to haul the boy of his feet and aim a blow to his stomach. But before his fist could reach his destination, Harry lunged towards his father, tackling him to the floor. They landed with James pinned under his son. Harry's eyes were a blazing emerald fire and he looked like he could kill at that very moment.
"Don't you dare lay a hand on him," he growled, sounding more like an animal then a young man. "If you hurt him or the child I will kill you!!"
"Now you're attacking me, boy? Is that what influence that brat has had on you? Attacking you own father! Have you gone dark now, too? You are no-"
"What child?"
Harry looked up at his mother's voice. But she wasn't looking at him, but at the blond Slytherin currently in Narcissa's embrace. One of his parents must have healed his lip for it was no longer bleeding. But it looked like the earlier attack was at the bottom of Draco's mind. A look of fear and shock was on his face. His wide eyes were diverted to Harry.
Seeing the panic in Draco's eyes Harry moved off his father and walked over to Draco. Half way to his destination, his boyfriend broke away from his mother and fell into Harry's arms.
"Harry, you fool," he whispered, however weakly.
"I'm sorry. I was angry. I wasn't thinking," Harry wearily whispered, and kissed Draco's temple, his left hand straying down to rest on the blond's abdomen.
"Draco, what is going on?" Lucius asked.
"What is this about a child?" Narcissa inquired.
"Child?" Came James meek question.
"Perhaps we would all like to settle down a bit," Albus Dumbledore's soft voice broke through the room. "Lets all take a seat and then all can be made clear. Draco? Harry? A seat?"
Draco wearily nodded and took a seat on the small sofa for two that the headmaster had summoned. Harry sat beside his boyfriend. He was worried and angry with himself for losing control and letting those words slip. He reached over and took his boyfriends hand in his for both their comfort. Harry's heart skipped a beat as Draco glanced up at him. Silvery grey eyes shinning with a love and faith that always took his breath away, no matter how many times he saw it turned on him. Momentarily lost in his lover's eyes, Harry leaned forward and captured Draco's almost feminine red lips with his own. For a moment they were lost. Just the two of them. Alone in the world.
The sound of a cough jolted the two young lovers, gaining their attention. Harry and Draco turned towards the five waiting adults. One twinkling light blue gaze sparkling with a warmth and amusement, while four sets of eyes looked at them with fury and annoyance.
"Perhaps you young gentlemen would like to begin," sounded Dumbledore's amused query.
Harry and Draco had the gall to blush. Yet they both smiled, having being given a renewed faith and comfort after their kiss. They were both reminded what they were fighting for, and any obstacle in the way would be conquered and any scar gained would be worth the pain. After all, scars heal, but love was forever.
Harry turned to Draco. "Would you like to tell them all, or shall I?"
"You say it, love. After all, you were already half way there."
Harry chuckled bringing the blond into his arms. "I really am sorry about that, love. You know me and my big mouth."
Harry saw Draco's pale grey eyes darken and a mischievous flash appear in his eyes. He knew the wicked comment the Slytherin wanted to say, yet would never say with their parents around. Harry grinned at him and then turned to their parents. His light mood of moments before wavered, but he was determined to not make this announcement seem like announcing that of a death of friend.
"Mum, Dad. Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. Draco and I are going to have a baby."
The silence in the room was so loud it was deafening. The two boys looked at their parents expectantly. After what seemed like minutes no response still came. Draco started to visibly loss his Malfoy cool and squirm nervously in Harry's arms. He glanced up at his lover, a question shinning in his eyes. Harry returned his boyfriend's worried look and shrugged slightly, having no clue what was happening. Draco started to gnaw on the rosy softness of his bottom lip in what Harry knew was a nervous gesture that Draco only did when he felt lost and helpless. The small Slytherin buried deeper in his love's embrace, his left hand straying to rest on his still flat belly. The unconscious protective gesture did not go unnoticed by Harry. The Gryffindor placed his own hand over Draco's own and tightened his hold on the Slytherin. Draco smiled at his love, accepting the comfort and support that he offered.
"Whose baby?"
The silence in the room had been so total that the softly spoken words rang loud in the room, causing the two young men to jump.
"Wh-what dad?" Harry asked the speaker.
"I asked whose baby this is," said James in an oddly calm and flat voice.
Harry looked slightly confused. "Why are you even asking that. I already told you that it's mine and Dray's."
"Are you even sure you're the other father?"
Harry just stared at his father until the implication of his father's words sunk in. Furious, he jumped to his feet. "What?! How can you even ask that?! Of course it's mine!"
"How could you know that for certain?" James finally lost his eerie calm and his trademark temper was back. "Have you even had a paternity spell cast on that baby?"
"I don't need to! I know that this child is mine and no one else's!"
"The slut probably lets anyone have a go at him! He probably picked you off a list of his conquests to attach with parental obligations. I'm sure he doesn't know who the other father is and just thought to blame you for that mistake in an effort to embarrass your family!"
"You-" Harry growled.
"Harry, please calm down." Draco's desperate request finally got through to the raging Gryffindor.
Harry looked down at Draco, who was now perched on the edge of the sofa, a delicate hand grasping one of his own in a weak effort to get him to sit back down.
"Please. This is not helping."
Harry's heart broke at Draco's voice, so soft and timid. Seeing his fierce and defiant Slytherin so fragile and vulnerable struck Harry to the very core of his soul. Draco looked like a little child at that moment. Sitting there with tears shimmering in those brilliant glass orbs, a fragile hand still resting protectively over his belly, and his small frame hunched into himself. The power in his form was absent and his eyes lacked that spirit that Harry loved so much. He looked delicate, brittle. Broken.
The protective instinct that was born of Harry's love for Draco and their unborn child took over his system. He resumed his seat and took Draco in his arms once more. The small boy gave him a weak smile.
"This taking me in your arms every time I lose it like some blubbering girl is getting a little old," he tiredly joked.
Harry lovingly smiled down at him. "It's the hormones, love. Don't worry, you'll be back to you usual crass self in no time."
"'Crass' ?" Draco sniffed raising his chin in the air. "Who are you calling crass Potter. Just for that you are going to sleep on the couch for a week."
Draco gave one last huff, crossing his arms over his chest and turned away from the Gryffindor.
Harry chuckled. He loved it when they acted like a married couple. It gave him a feeling of security and tranquility. Reminding him of the deep love that they shared. It gave him a sense of certainty for the future, and a glimpse of a happy marriage with many laughing, noisy children.
Still chuckling Harry pulled the sulking Malfoy heir to him and intertwined his long fingers with the elegant ones of his love. Harry watched the pouting look on Draco's face turn into a contented smile as Draco's grey eyes rested on their intertwined hands resting securely over Draco's stomach were their child rested.
The two former rivals looked up from their moment at the sound of a chuckle. Albus Dumbledore was gazing at them with sparkling blue eyes filled with amusement at their antics. He smiled at them, shaking his head. The two merely smiled back. They knew very well that they were the constant subject for the old man's amusement these days, but neither cared, as they were both very much indebted to him for all he had done for them, and all the things they never knew he did.
"A child coming into this world is always a good thing. An eternal light in world so full of darkness," said Dumbledore.
Dumbledore's firm statement jolted Narcissa out of her shock and brought her forth from for her thoughts. Yet she was completely ignoring Dumbledore's words.
"How could you let this happen, Draco?"
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"I didn't let it happen, mother," said Draco, calm and cool once more. "It was a surprise. A surprising blessing."
He put extra emphasis on the last word, his eyes fierce and defiant. His earlier moment with Harry reminding him what it is they were fighting for.
"A blessing? You call this a blessing! Draco Malfoy you are sixteen years old. This child has ruined your life before it has even had the chance to properly begin," Narcissa stated fiercely.
"My child is not to blame for anything!"
A twisted smile marred Narcissa's face at Draco's words. "That's right, son. It isn't the child's fault you decided to whore yourself out."
Draco looked stung at her words. From Lucius the name was just that, a name. His father often used vulgarity to express strong emotions, often not meaning them in literally. But Narcissa was different. She was a proper lady. Sophistication flowing from her every pore, always calm and collected. Her words were always meant in literally.
"I am not a whore!"
"If that is so, then why do you embarrass your family by being pregnant with a bastard child?" Narcissa yelled. "Is this how we raised you, to dishonor yourself and your family?"
"This is not my fault," he whispered weakly.
"Not your fault?!" Narcissa yelled, grabbing her son's upper arm, forcing him to turn to her. "How is this not your fault, Draco? Did Harry Potter force himself on you?! Did he take you without consent?! Did he force you to choke down a conception potion to get to get you pregnant?! Well?." Her tone was fierce and condescending. "Because if so, tell us. We'll have the boy arrested and thrown into Azkaban!"
Narcissa's words caused Draco to wince. The underlying sarcasm in them, making him uneasy. Her sharp Ravenclaw mind had come to its own conclusions. She knew very well that this was, at least in part, Draco's fault. She knew and she wanted him to say it. She had always been like that. She would force Draco to face his mistakes no matter how painful the reality may be. She would make him break down his mistakes and realize the wrong choices that he made that lead to them.
"No," he said meekly, turning his eyes to the floor. "Harry is not to blame."
"Then what happened, Draco? What could have possibly brought this about? Don't you tell me that this child is some miracle. Male pregnancies need a conception potion to come about. It can not be brought about naturally. You have to have drunk something Draco. What in Merlin's name happened?!"
"I-I-I did." Draco's famous eloquence was gone. His words were a stutter and his voice was a barely heard weak whisper.
Narcissa on the other hand was a raging volcano in her anger. Usually soft and cool voice booming like thunder in the room. "You did what?"
"I drank a conception potion."
"Why?!?" Narcissa yelled, looking at a lost over her son's actions. "You willingly took a conception potion. What were you thinking? That by being pregnant with Potter's child we would accept your relationship with him? That by being pregnant with a Potter would make his family except you? Why Draco? I just do not understand how you could possibly do such a foolish thing!"
When Draco didn't answer, Narcissa reached over and grabbed his chin, forcing his face up to look at her. When Draco's face became visible, crystal tears could be seen running tracks down his ivory cheeks. From the corner of his eye he saw James Potter restraining a struggling Harry. Yet Draco could not bring himself to feel anything. He felt numb. His parents hated him, and hated the miracle growing within him. He was alone. Well he had Harry, but it was clear that Harry's parents accepted this even less. Eventually he would be taken from him too.
Draco looked like a small child, lost and unsure. Those expressive eyes were shimmering with every fear, every pain, and every worry. Yet Narcissa only continued to gaze at him with a piecing stare.
"Why?"
Draco tried to pray his face away from her grip. He was sobbing now, vision blurry over the fountain of tears streaming from his eyes.
"Why?"
Draco let out a sob. "I didn't mean too," he choked.
"Then how?"
"It-it was a party that the Gryffindor's were throwing before the Christmas break. Seamus Finnigan's birthday was during the holidays. But since everybody spent Christmas break with family he-he decided to have his party before," he managed to choke out.
"Everybody was invited. Seamus is friends with everyone. Even the Slytherins. It was one of the only times that Serpents and Gryffins can be civil…" he trailed off, diverting his gaze away from his mother's face and sniffed.
"What happened at the party, Draco?" Narcissa asked firmly.
Gulping Draco continued. "The whole place was a jumble of activity. There were people just throwing random ingredients to make a potion."
Narcissa looked confused. "Why were they doing that?"
Draco nervously chewed on his lower lip and didn't reply. Narcissa narrowed her eyes at his lack of answer and repeated her question more forcibly then before.
"Why were they doing that, Draco?"
Draco gulped and answered meekly. "They were trying to create something to-to make us loosen up."
There was a moments paused and then, "What?! They were making drugs?"
"They-they didn't know how. They were just messing around," Draco said in a rush.
Narcissa narrowed her eyes and stated "Continue."
"They then took out some old book. I remember seeing them just making random potions from it. They were going to use it in a couple of games. I don't even think they knew what the potions were," he said. "The book was really old. Blaise told me that it was fading. That some of the titles were gone. He also mentioned that those were the potions that they mostly chose to do." He said those last words in a breathless whisper, his eyes looking far away, as if he was just beginning to realize the weight of what happened that night.
"They put the potions in black bottles so the contents could not be seen. One of them was placed in a card game I was playing. The loser was to drink the potion," he said tiredly. "I lost."
A heavy silence filled in the room after Draco had finished. Finally it was broken by a female voice. Surprisingly it was Lily who spoke. "The potion you drank turned out to be a conception potion?"
"Yes," Draco answered quietly.
Narcissa finally emerged from her thoughts and turned her attention to both Draco and Harry in turn.
"Then you consummated the potion that night. Conception potion only work during a twenty four hour interval."
Harry turned red under Narcissa's hard stare, while Draco refused to make eye contact. Then, without warning, Draco's face was thrown backward as he stumbled back a couple of steps. A fuming Narcissa had slapped her son.
Draco stood there clutching his rapidly flaming cheek. He stared at his mother in shock. Never had either of his parents laid a hand on him. Never had they ever hurt him.
"You disgust me Draco. This is all because of your god damn stupidity," she said fiercely through grated teeth.
Draco just stood there, eyes wide and watery. Then into the silence he let out a heart wrenching sob and bolted out of the room.
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Authors Note:
If you have any questions just ask and I'll answer. Either put it in your review or if it is long and many then send me an e-mail at EbonyMage_@hotmail.com. For any people who want to flame please just e-mail it to me. I'm a bit scared of flames because this is my first fic and I'm not use to them.
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Elvish Lady – I'm glad you like my story. You don't have to be sorry for wanting to point out any flaws that might be in the story. I actually know the colour of Lilly and James's eyes. Well okay, I knew Lily's eyes were green, but I guessed James's eye colour. I didn't know it when I first started writing this, so I made it hazel for this story.
I'm guessing that you got mixed up when you read the chapter 'Of Blazing Emerald and Steely Silver'. I knew that chapter was going to confuse, so let me explain. In that chapter the key to identifying the characters identities is through their eye colour.
James is hazel – he is the "glaring hazel eyes…clashing with silver".
Lilly is jade/emerald – she is the first to speak and is the "pair of jade eyes that were blazing with emerald fire"
"The tall figure of Harry Potter stood before the headmasters door, looking nervous and apprehensive. His brilliant emerald eyes sweeping through the room in one quick motion, pausing momentarily at a jade eyed women, sitting on one of the two chairs before the headmasters desk, and the hazel eyed man standing behind her." (here is an extract from chapter two that show this).
Lucius is silver/grey – He is the second to speak and the one arguing with "Potter" who is James.
Narcissa is dark blue – She is the one that Albus thinks is 'Ever the level headed Ravenclaw, young Black'.
The key to understanding the identities of the charters in 'prologue: Smile, Kiss, Sigh' and 'chapter one: Of Blazing Emerald and Steely Silver' is in chapter two. The clues and answers are all in there. I wrote these three together just for this. Oh and for those still confused, in the prologue that is Harry and Draco. That part will connect to their entrance in chapter two.
Texasjeanette – Thank you for showing an interest to the story. I assure you all the things you pointed out will play a major role in the theme of their relationship. You'll just have to see whether their relationship will survive this. You'll just have to come along for the ride.
Lady Laffs-a-Lot – Hey your back! That's so wonderful! Thank you so much for reading this. I know that the chapter was short. Even I was pissed of at it's length. I hope this new chapter's length is to your liking. I was going to break this chapter into two, but I put myself in the readers shoes and decided that I didn't like that.
Arigazi – LoL. I like you. You remind me of me. I use to leave reviews like yours until I get told off by the administers on that site. But you can leave reviews like that all you like here. I like them. Well my kindred spirit here is your update. I hope it leaves you better satisfied…but after just re-reading it's own ending I doubt. Hehe…just come along for the ride and I promise you, you can through as much tantrums as you like and throw as much heavy objects as you want.
Sowen – You'll know how the boys will deal with this as you read the story. How they deal with this is the main plot of the story. The sub plots will fit this fic within the series it is part of. The sub-plot is them discovering who they are inside. I'm so happy your interested in this. I hope your satisfied with the journey I'm about to take you on.
Freddysgurl8904 – I love your review. Your so enthusiastic. I love you!…don't worry I don't plan to stop writing. If I didn't have to sleep, eat and go to uni I wouldn't stop writing. But my friends think that spending all my time writing HP fiction instead of hanging out with them is an insult. Hehe.
drama-queen8 – Another familiar face. Thank you for sticking to this. Yeah I know, poor Draco. Don't you just want to give him a hug? I would, but Harry's mean and won't share.
Yeah trust me Lucius's speech is very much a slap on the face for our Draco. In this world that this story is based in he had grown up with loving parents, so what his father just said is killing him inside. You'll see later how Draco deals with this. He is very confused and hurt. I'm glad your an angst lover because the upcoming chapters will contain enough for your taste. There will be tears before sunshine. So be warned.