Title: You and I
Author: Mage
Rating: R
CHAPTER NINE: The Colour Red "or" Under the Armour
Days later Harry found himself lying in Draco's bed gazing at the slumbering boy by his side. Harry watched in fascination as the light of the full moon streaked through the window and danced through pale hair. He watched as its light caused the blond locks to glow, seeming like a hallo resting on the boys head. The pale skin shimmered in radiance as the moon light kissed its flawless perfection.
Not for the first time Harry marveled at the otherworldly vision that Draco made. Not for the first time he felt himself be lost in the sheer beauty of his lover. The boy was truly perfection personified.
Harry's eyes continued to rake across Draco's sleeping form trying to find a flaw in this boy. Surly no human being can possibly be this exquisite. After all was it not said that there was no such thing as perfection. Harry's searching eyes landed on the boys sleeping face, and he found on it the imperfection on this sleeping angel. There marring the flawless features, and resting in between elegant eyebrows, was a crease of a frown.
Even in his sleep Draco looked vaguely troubled. Gone was the appearance of vulnerable innocence that would grace Draco when he was lost within his dreams. Now he looked tried as if the stress of his waking life had followed him into his sleep.
Harry felt a twinge of guilt. Surly this was his fault. All of it was. Was it not? It was he who had incited this relationship. He who had taken him that night. He who had slipped the secret of the pregnancy.
Harry could not help but wonder, how Draco's life would have been, had he never convinced him to give him a chance. Surly whatever lover that would have been lying beside him, would not be gazing at a troubled face. Surly the perfect vision that he was, would not be tainted by the shadows of his fears. Fears born and made a reality because of what they had had to endure.
Harry closed his eyes trying to block out the fears that sprang inside of him as his guilt washed over him. He pushed away his foolish insecurities and tried to focus on the here and now. Not that it was any less troubled. To say that the past couple of days hadn't been strained would be a lie. Getting back to the comfort of before so quickly would have been unreal, but they tried. For the sake of what they had known, of what they had had they tried.
When they had began this relationship they had know, know that they had to fight for this very thing that they had discovered. Yet never had it crossed either of their minds that they had to also fight their own personal demons on top of everything. The darkness of their insecurities spawned paranoia's within their minds that they could not seem to shake.
Draco had not yet spoken of what had happened at the tower and Harry now knew that he could not push him. Harry felt a twinge of hurt when he realized that his lover didn't trust him enough to speak to him about what he was feeling. He understood why, but still he could not help the hurt that would work its way into his heart.
He couldn't help but think that perhaps he deserved it. A punishment for destroying the security and the certainties in Draco's life.
No!
He couldn't think things like these he just couldn't. He was strong. He had to be strong. There was no room in this world for such weakness. To survive, to not get hurt, you had to be strong.
The love he and Draco had was too pure, too right to keep being darkened by so much fear and pain. He wouldn't let it. By Merlin he wouldn't let it. He just couldn't.
Tentatively he reached out a hand and cupped Draco's cheek. With his thumb he softly caressed away the crease of a frown that marred Draco's face. Slowly Draco's eyes began to flutter. Groggy silver eyes looked up at Harry. A silence descended between the two as they just continued to look at one another. An expression of puzzlement found it way past the sleepy daze that clouded Draco's features.
"Harry?"
"Yes, love."
"Are you okay?" Draco asked, his voice slurred from sleep.
No. "Yes."
"What are you thinking?"
That you may really have been better off without me. "How perfect you are." Harry whispered in answer.
A small smile formed on Draco's lips. "You can't possibly be up this late thinking that."
Merlin, when am I not thinking that. Harry gave a soft chuckle and brushed his lips against Draco's.
Draco's eyes began to become more focus as he slowly become more awake and the sharp perception that Harry recognized all to well started to find its way back into Draco's eyes. Harry watched as those silver orbs studied him. As they looked into his eyes Harry could not help but think that they were gazing right into him, at the thoughts that ran in his mind and at the feelings flickering in his soul.
A soft voice, lacking the slurred nature of before, asked once again. "What are you thinking?"
Harry was silent for a moment contemplating his response to that question. Finally he settled for a broad reply. "Of what had happened to us."
For a moment Draco just looked at him a strange look in his eyes. "You mean what happened between us."
It was a statement, not a question, and its close brush with the truth surprised him.
"Draco-"
"Harry-"
"No, Draco. I'm over that. Please don't worry about it."
"I worry, Harry. I worry because I love you," Draco whispered, his luminous eyes gazing intently at him. "Look, I'm sorry."
"Draco, you don't have to-"
"No, Harry. I need to. I want to explain."
Harry knew that look that was being turned to him. Knew that no force in this world or the next can change Draco's mind. As much as he didn't want him to do this, he knew that Draco would. Before Harry wanted to hear these words, wanted Draco to bare his soul to him, but now as he gazed into those translucent eyes he no longer wanted to hear these words. There was just too much pain and confusion in Draco's eyes. Harry just didn't want him to have to hurt any more. And this explanation would only touch on painful wounds still yet healed.
"I need to fully explain myself. You deserve that much."
Harry's words were stolen from his lips as Draco's words answered the question he had asked him at the tower.
"You were right. I was being a hypocrite. I just…I just didn't know how to deal with it. I'm a Malfoy, Harry. I was raised within the notion that we can rely on no one but family. That everyone else will just disappoint you and forget you."
His voice cracked and he turned away from Harry, lying on his side beside him. When he continued his voice was a breathless whisper.
"I believed that. For so long I believed that lie. Until you came along and I learned to rely on you as well, like I rely on my family. When my parents reacted like they did I-I didn't know what the hell to think any more. It hurt, Harry. Hurt like hell and I just couldn't deal with that again. If what I believed about them was wrong then what I believed about you may be wrong as well. I didn't want to risk it any more, Harry. I didn't want to hurt again so I distanced myself from you. I realized through all this that no one can hurt you…like those that love you and you love in return. And I love you, Harry. More then you can ever know. So I distanced myself, so I didn't have to hurt again."
There was a deep silence between them until Draco's soft voice echoed through the room once more.
"I'm sorry."
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A silence descended between the two after Draco's words were spoken. It had taken Draco days to admit that. Taken days to admit what had been eating him inside. Days to reveal his fears and worries. Harry always did this to him. Made him feel like there was nothing he should hold back. Made him feel that there was nothing he should face alone.Draco felt a moments fear wash over him at the realization of what this boy can make him do, could make him feel.
Draco had always craved for independence. Sought it like a drowning man sought air. As an only child he rarely had independence as he was the only one his parents had to look after. For a couple who had lived through the effects of these war torn days they wanted to protect their son. Both from the war and both from life. They didn't want him to have to struggle; they always sheltered him thinking that he was better protected. Now he truly loved his parents, but what they could just never seem to understand is that they could not protect him from everything and he knew all to well the realities of the world. The prejudices, the sins and the hardships. They didn't realize that by holding back so much of his independence, they were only making it harder for him.
He always wanted to feel what it was like to be his own person. He wanted the independence, the liberty to live his life with him as it's master and no one to be there and watch your every more and want to know your every though.
With Harry, he knew that unconsciously he had surrendered that even further. At times he struggled to gain just a part of himself, just for him. At times he struggled to gain that independence he'd always wanted. But the more he struggled the more he realized that love cared little for self. That love meant that there was never just an "I", but an "us".
That realization annoyed him to no end and at times he wandered whether this sort of surrender was worth it, but as he felt Harry wrap his arms around him, his hand gently rubbing his lower abdomen and he felt Harry burry his face within his hair, he knew the answer. That this love, this feeling, was worth it all.
Draco closed his eyes and a just lost himself in this feeling of closeness with the one person that could make him feel like this. That every pain, that every sacrifice was worth it as long as he was here by his side.
Draco was brought out of his contemplations as he felt soft breath tickle his ear.
"Draco, I'm sorry. I should never have pushed you. I was being selfish."
The whispered words caused Draco to open his eyes and turn within Harry's embrace to face him. He let silence descend upon them as he just gazed at the emerald eyed boy before him. Even with everything that had happen to him, with all he had had face in his life; those eyes could still shine with the honesty of his true emotions. Draco had once read in a book that the eyes were the windows to the soul. As he lay here looking into Harry's eyes he understood the truth of those words.
Draco felt ashamed at himself. It was he who had cause those emerald orbs to darken in guilt and sorrow. He brought up his hand and let the tips of his fingers brush across Harry's cheek and he felt a dampness there that he had not noticed before. Draco let a small smile laced with sadness grace his lips.
Oh, typical Gryffindor, taking all the weight upon his shoulders. Righteous and self-sacrificing an example of his house.
Typical Harry.
Slowly, Draco moved forward and softly pressed his lips on Harry's own. So many times had Harry spoken to him in this position... And it was those times that he could not seem to forget the words he had uttered. Now it was his turn to borrow the imitate gesture.
"Harry, you fool. Why are you blaming yourself for something that was in no way your fault?"
"Draco-"
Before he could continue Draco pressed a deeper kiss on Harry's lips effectively silencing him. Pulling away slightly he continued to speak directly on to Harry's lips.
"I was the one to blame. I was the one who had hurt you. I was the selfish one. I was so scared of getting hurt that I pulled away. I hurt you because I was selfish."
Pulling further away he looked fiercely into Harry's eyes. "Don't you dare blame yourself for my mistakes. I'm not worth that Potter."
Harry smiled dolefully at him. "Gods, Draco. If only you could understand what you are worth. If only you knew. Then it would be only I that would be saying sorry."
Draco scowled at the stupid Gryffindor and released a long suffering sigh. He knew that not matter what he said, no matter how much he yelled and raved that he was being foolish, that Harry will still hold tight to his beliefs. That was the thing with Harry he believed in his beliefs and he believed absolutely. He could never be wrong.
Typical Harry.
Typical Gryffindor.
Yet it was well founded that stubbornness was not only a Gryffindor trait. Opening his mouth Draco readied himself to yell and rave to his git of a boyfriend.
But before he could even utter a single word, warm lips captured his own. And then Draco forgot why it was he had opened his mouth in the first place. Forgot the angry thoughts he had just being thinking. And his mind went blank and only feelings dominated over his body.
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Early morning found Draco walking swiftly through the empty corridors of Hogwarts. It was still early enough that many students were just forcing themselves to rise from their still-warm beds. While others with a free morning period tried to catch every minute of sleep that they could. On other days he would have been one of these students. He would have still been lying asleep in his lover's arms, taking advantage of their free morning period. But this was not like other days. Today was the only day he had managed to get away from Harry and his own friends with out raising suspicions. Now was his chance to do what he had needed to do.He thanked what ever god that had taken pity on him that he had woken up before Harry, at this time where the corridors were still silent and bare. He didn't want any one seeing him head to his destination. The last thing he needed was more rumors about him fly around the student body.
Draco shuddered, remembering what had happened the last time rumors about him had circulated through Hogwarts. It seemed that nothing in these walls was ever left scared as rumors tended to leek outside of these walls into the world beyond. The last time it happened, he and Harry had found themselves standing in Dumbledore office in the midst of their angry parents.
Draco sighed. They had though it was hard when they were keeping their relationship a secret. Hard that they were forced to creep around in the shadows just to be together and sneak small moments of affection when nobody's eyes were upon them. They had though that was hard, but never had they ever believed that this would be harder. They had spoken so many times about telling their parents about them, they had created so many scenarios of what would have become of it. Always ending with a stand of defiance by them and their parents bending to their will. Draco shook his head at how young they seemed to be back then. He now realized that perhaps they were been too idealistic. Living on fantasies and empty dreams.
Now those days were gone and the day of their parents finding out about them had occur. None of the events that had taken place had turned out as they thought it would and now here Draco was with a miracle growing within him.
The pregnancy.
This whole thing had begun with this pregnancy and Draco knew it would end with it. This pregnancy was the complication in the whole equation. Draco's though momentarily shifted to how it would have been had there never been a child. As quick as the though had come quicker did he banish it. He felt appalled at that though, feeling suddenly dirty that that though had even found its way into his mind. He realized now how lost he would have been had this miracle not been sustaining him.
This life was a part of him and he could no more live without the child then he could live without his heart. Draco felt some what strange at feeling so protective and attached to someone that he had yet to meet, but he couldn't help it. Loving this child felt more natural then anything he had every felt before. Evening loving Harry.
Harry.
There was the other complication in his life. The Gryffindor Prince. Draco sighed, he knew that Harry loved him, but the question was did he love him enough not to leave him when life got even harder? A part of Draco knew that he was been too paranoid, but he couldn't help it. Ever since the pregnancy his emotions had been everywhere. And then this thing with his parents had ensued. All of a sudden it seemed that all his fears and worries were no longer at the back of his mind, but floating right at the surface. All of a sudden some of his fears were no longer just manifestation in his mind, but were now a reality.
Draco scowled. He was right, he had turned into a lamenting fool.
Draco's scowl turned into a small smile as the thought brought forth an old memory. Soon after they had found out about his pregnancy Draco had been bemoaning how much he was going to change. Dreading how he was going to turn into a blubbering idiot. He could still remember Harry's eyes shining from suppressed mirth at his declaration, and his face turning red from the effort to hold back his laughter.
Draco loved that memory. There through his amusement Harry had shown that he could never see Draco as weak. And the though of him even been a blubbering idiot was laughable. Harry believed in him. Believed that he was strong.
Draco bit his bottom lip. He wished that he could prove Harry right. He hoped he really was as strong as his lover thought he was.
Harry.
The pregnancy.
The two elements in his life that complicated everything. The two elements in his life that was his everything. Merlin how ironic life could be.
And it may become a whole lot more complicated…
Draco stood at the entrance to his destination, debating with himself whether he should enter or not. Did he really want to go in there? Did he really want to hear this? Biting his bottom lip Draco stood there battling his demons. But through the haze of all his fears he knew that he had to go in there and he had to hear what was going to be said. Regardless of how much the answer could complicate things further.
Taking a deep breath he pushed the double doors open and stepped inside. He stood by the door and took a moment to look around. Trying to find the person he was had come to see. But his searching eyes found no one. Not a single person was in the room. The two rows of metal beds lay clear and empty.
Deciding to search further Draco moved toward a door to the side which he knew hid an office, but before he could, the door sprang open and a woman stepped out.
"Mr. Malfoy!" she shrieked. "There you are dear boy. I have been waiting forever for you. I told you last week to see me soon. I did not expect you to come back so late."
She huffed.
"Seriously, you children. Your idea of soon is forever later. When will you realized that time is of essence?"
She proceeded to scowl at the silent boy before her and pull him towards one of the beds. In a swish of motion she closed the curtain that surrounded the bed to keep them from preying eyes and ears as the curtains were charmed with silencing spells.
At her order, Draco lay down on the bed. "I might as well check you up while your here. Considering how much you seem to hate this place I will probably have to fight to get you back in here again."
Draco head snapped up and he glared at her. "I think not, madam. I will never endanger this pregnancy. You will be seeing a lot of me, so you better get used to me."
The woman smiled. "Oh, Mr. Malfoy. You have gone to this school for six years now, by this time I'm very much used to you."
"Now," she said quickly before Draco could comment. "Everything seems to be fine. Except the spells states that you're increasingly stressed. What have I told you about making yourself stressed?"
She stood there and glared at the young boy on the bed.
"I'm sorry," he whispered looking down at his stomach, a pale hand moving to rest on his lower abdomen. "But our parents now know about everything."
The woman's glare instantly melted and she looked at the small boy in pity. It didn't take a seer to know what would happen if the Potters and Malfoys ever found out about the relationship between their sons, not to mention the pregnancy. It was no secret that those two families had despised each other for generations on reasons no longer known. Now the curtain generation just hated each other; one for prejudices held against so call dark families and the other for those very prejudices that were held against them.
"Draco," the women said soothingly. "You have to take all that out of your mind and let others deal with it. You have to think of yourself in this because thinking of yourself means you're thinking of what is growing in here." she pointed out, placing her hand on his stomach.
The women suddenly straightened and placed her hand on her hips. "Leave the worrying for the one that got you pregnant. Mr. Potter can deal with all that. What else is he there for?"
Draco smiled at her. He had always liked her even though he hated all the fussing she did over him. She had always made him feel better no matter what he came in here complaining about.
She returned his smiled and then in a quick motion she opened the curtains. "I will show you what you came here wanting to know," she called back to him as she walked over to another door by her office.
Draco's smile faded and he began to feel nervous once again. It was going to be confirmed whether what he had been told last week was correct. Oh Merlin…
A few minutes later the women walked back out with a cauldron in her hands. She was giving him a look that was making him even more nervous. What did that look mean? Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
Reaching his bed she placed the cauldron carefully on a table at the end of his bed and closed the curtains once more. Draco sat up and crawled towards the end of the bed to gaze at the cauldrons contents.
Up seeing the contents, his heart began to flutter, whether with dread or happiness, he did not know. He didn't know what to feel, or what the hell to think. When he had been told of this possibility, he had demanded that she do a more thorough test to make sure there was no mistake.
"As you can see, Mr. Malfoy, the contents are red."
Draco felt his breath leave him and he suddenly felt light headed. But he wasn't about to faint, of course. No. Malfoy's do not faint. That was the last thing he thought before everything went dark.
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Draco walked back to his room where he had left Harry, a little shaky.Oh Merlin. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh holy mother fucking shit!
What was he going to do!
Should he tell Harry?
No, he couldn't tell Harry.
Not yet.
It could wait.
He had to get his mind around this first.
Thank Merlin, Mordred, Morgan and all the greats of their kind that it was still early enough that Harry would still be sleeping. He could just sneak in and pretend that he had never left his side.
Oh Shit, this just further complicates things!
Draco's nerves were on a high and he fought to put his Malfoy mask back in place. Harry couldn't know about this until he was ready to tell him.
Draco reached the portrait entrance to his prefect's room and spoke the past word.
"Dragon Heart."
Damn. His voice had wavered.
Taking a deep breath Draco stepped into the portrait whole and turned towards his bedroom door.
"Draco."
A voice from the sitting room couch froze him in his spot and he turned to see his boyfriend's eyes looking back at him.
"Where were you?"
Author's Note:
Hi guys!
::runs for cover::
Okay…no need for the evil death stares…And don't you even think about an unforgivable!…Well maybe a Imperius will get me to write faster…but think of Azkaban! That is an Azkaban without Sirius Black. That's a Sirius that is completely sex deprived…okay I'm loosing it. Must be the end of semester celebration party happenin' in my house. Effects are pumpin' in my system…I suddenly have an urge to write a party scene…but anyway I just came to that conclusion about Sirius. Think about it…how many years was he in prison…not like they have excursions to Kings Cross (if you live in Australia you'll know what I'm talking about…but if you don't…lets just say I did a double take when I saw the name written in a children's book when I first read HP. The things over there are not what they show in the tourist guides).
Yes, I know it has been too long since I last updated. But I swear this time I have a really good excuse. First semester has just ended and for those of you still studying you know what that means. Yes…major work deadlines and final exams. So as you can tell life had been over booked for me and it has not been any better for Allesa (my beta). Well anyway unless I finally got you the chap right…?
As for Harry in this chap…I though I would give him some insecurities. The best part of Harry's character (in cannon) is that he is only human. You can see that in all his insecurities, fears and mistakes. I can't write Harry without his 'hero tendencies'. I don't know…it's such a big part of him that I can't shake it. He has a tendency to blame himself for things and want to carry burdens for those he loves. I just like the effect that part of his character has on how he loves.
I know what some of you might be thinking. You already know what was up with Draco. But the thing is Harry didn't really. While we can 'read' Draco's thoughts and feelings, but Harry can't. So there…I'm not repeating myself…only been fair to poor Harry. Can't keep the love sick fool (uhm…I mean person) in the dark can I? I kind of realised that Draco didn't explain much to Harry in the other chap. Harry was only coming to his own conclusions. Well say bye ::waves:: Here are the responses to your reviews I had written up. I loved them all by the way!! They gave me motivation to write which lead to making me feel guilty about not posting earlier…But anyway…Thanks!!:D
PS: Sorry about the long A/N. I can't help but blub on.
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blackunicorn – I'm glad that you thought that chap was sweet. Fewww…I was a bit nervous that people will think it was too sappy. But I admit I have a soft spot for sappiness (to an extent that is) but my brain seem to keep wanting to write angst…
Sowen – :D Of course I'll sort Draco out! hehe…I love him too much to make him seem to much of a bastard in readers eyes. He is too cute! Thank you for saying that I have a good insight on people and all. I'm so happy that I'm reaching you on the concepts explored in these characters. I was afraid that people would think that these were foreign notions and only I thought that this was how the world works.
Romie – :D Thank you! Yes you got it dead on. Draco was still reeling from the shock of how his parents treated him. It's moments like those that we all have to be glad that Harry is so bloody Gryffindor and stubbornness is part of the badge.
Moonglaze – Yeah, I didn't want to drag Draco avoiding Harry. It will just piss me off and I'm sure other people. I'm glad that I made you happy by making Draco go back to Harry. I swear he belongs no where else but in Harry's arms. :D Haha…yeah your last review did make my dance. It wasn't a pretty sight according to my brother who thought I had finally lost my last grain of sanity. He clams that he's scared for life. The little bastard…
Leeanna-Marie-Malfoy – I love you! Thanks for saying that "this is one of the best HP/DM A/U fics ever". And thanks for taking the time to review. You're so nice! And gotta love the confidence boast you just gave me. =)
lonlyheart – Okay I'm glad you like this story and have taken the time to read it. Now I understand how you're getting confused with the last two chaps before 'My Armour'. I have to admit that I was afraid of that happening 'cause I can see where you're coming from. These last chapters deal so much with the actions that different emotional states can lead to. Please tell me what you're confused about and I'll sort it out for you. If you're confused about everything that has happened then tell me that too. I don't mind writing a summary. I have holidays so I actually know have the time. I actually would appreciate that you tell me because others may be confused as well and aren't saying it. Thanks for telling me! :D
Coco Malfoy2 – Coco you are officially my newest friend. Thank you for saying what you said in your review. I was having another block and then I read your review. It made me feel happy that you think I'm improving in my writing. For that I got over my laziness and started writing again. You can say I was inspired…motivated :D. Thank you for adding me to you 'author's alert' and 'favourite author's page'. I love seeing the number raise up. Makes me feel like I'm not writing this fic for nothing. Hehe…don't worry about your long P.S. I'm glad you understand. While writing fanfiction is fun, at times is can seem like an obligation. Sometimes it clashes with things happening in your life.
Aine – hehe :D…To quote you… "one word": Thanks. :D :D…extra words: I really like your review. The way you worded it in the beginning made me giggle. I think I will borrow that for future reviews ;). I'm really really glad you like my story.
inumoon3 – I'm so happy that you're still reading this. I think Draco is cute in this position. Though if he were real he would probably hex me for that comment. Then I'd be doubly hexed. Hexed by Draco and then hexed by you for updating so late…hehe. Sorry about that. I will let you hex me. I deserve it. I wouldn't dodge your spell :D.
AnnieT – I thought my face was going to be split in half by the smile that your review brought to me. Thank you for saying that I added a real depth to the characters. That was one of my main goals for this story. That's why I'm writing it the way that I am. I'm glad to see that you thought that I succeeded. I'm glad you like the fact that Lily and James are not the perfect parents. I had to force myself to put them as such as I really like them, but I felt that it was about time that common perceptions were broken and stereotypes shattered. I tend to like the notion that nothing is perfect yet even with that love can still be beautiful. Thank you for your review.
vikymama – Hehe…wow…Aren't I glad you thought that was romance. When I first started writing this fic I wasn't sure if I was capable of writing anything romantic that also had depth. I'm glad to see that you thought I had succeeded in writing some romance. I love you for your review. Gotta to say…that chap was my favourite ;). Guess you can say I'm a romantic at heart.
SilverDragon161 – I'm pleased to see that you understand Draco. I'm truly delighted that I actually managed to get the message across through all those feelings that come with it. I thought I was going to confuse everyone. Well I seem to have….but not you…so I'm happy!
stargirl2004 – hehe…thanks. I guess I like weaving sadness with romance or should I say that is just how Harry and Draco make it ;). Oh by the way…thanks for questioning me on why no body knows that the two are dating. I totally forgot about explaining that until you reminded me about it. So I remembered to put it in this chap. Thanks again!
Satori – Your not bad at reviews! You just told me that you got the reactions I wanted from people and you told me that this was a brilliant story. Trust me that makes you a great reviewer :D. As for the question on how men give birth…well to be honest I never much thought about it for this story. How it happens was never the center point in the fic. In this world that I am writing about it is as natural as their magic. Well I thought about it now and I will explain it in a later chap. I'll make a confession…when I first came across Mpreg (when you start reading slash you are bound to come across it) I started at the computer screen in shock for ages and a sound like this "EEEEWWWWW!" came out of my mouth. But I thought about the movie 'Junior', threw away the technical impossibility of it all, and smirked at how men are experiencing what women go though. I actually went though a period when I forced myself to explore the concept and read these kinds of fics. Are you in that stage? I actually now have a soft spot for Mpreg especially when it's Draco that's knocked up. He is really cute when he is hindered. Hehehe…sorry about he insanity of my twisted mind.
Lady Laffs-a-Lot – Wow I always knew that you were brilliant at reviews, but that review took the cake. Thanks for that. I put a lot of effort on making this as different as I could. I'm delighted to see that I've done it. I guess you're right about sappyness. It's good sometimes for making you smile and go giggly and stuff.
smoothNcreamy – hehe…I'm happy that you like this!! Sorry for not updating sooner. You can join inumoon3 in hexing me as punishment! :D
Tyrressatheart – Yeah I also hate it when people turn their backs on those that love them because their hurt in some way. It tends to hurt the people that they love as well. But hey you know…people are stupid when they're emotional. Call it a life learnt lesson. I didn't want it to last long either. That would have just frustrated me and Draco needs to be with Harry. There is just one other for him.
CuriousDreamWeaver – Thank you for saying that! I really appreciate it. I've never really written stories before…unless you count the short story I had to write for English class when I was fourteen…so I'm a bit unsure about my writing. You think that this is an interesting idea? Hehe…the idea kind of swamped me one day. I feel bad for making everyone miserable, but the fic wants to be written this way. Who am I to stand against inspiration.