Disclaimer: Harry Potter and co. belong to JK Rowling etc etc amen.
Warnings: Slash
Author's Notes: Oh my! I'm so sorry this has taken me so long to update! I lost my inspiration for awhile… but it's back! Thanks for over 100 reviews! Also, this chapter if dedicated to iamtherealmaverick and burningchaos for correctly guessing my middle name… Lee!
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Chapter 10: The Morning After
"Without change, something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken."
- Frank Herbert
I woke up in the morning curled up on the couch with a very heavy Harry Potter leaning on me. If it hadn't felt so good to have another body – his body – snuggled up against me I probably would have kicked him onto the floor.
Sighing I reached an arm over to stroke some of his silky, black hair away from his forehead and wondered how we'd ended up asleep like this.
Not that I was complaining, only my last memory was drifting to sleep under Harry's agile fingers and it was a rather difficult position to fall into while asleep.
"Harry?" I whispered, shaking him gently, "Harry, you're crushing me."
"Wha…?" he mumbled adorably, rubbing his eyes and scrunching up his nose.
"You're crushing me," I repeated evenly.
"Oh!" Harry flung himself backwards and onto the floor, "I'm sorry, are you alright? Did I hurt you?"
I hid a smile and shook my head. "No," I said, "I'm fine."
Harry dismissed the idea out of hand and began fussing over me immediately.
"Oh Gods, Draco!" he cried, standing and fluffing the couch cushions, "Let me help you. Don't move! Should I elevate something?"
Okay, what?
"I'll go get Madame Pomfrey, she'll know what to do. You just sit here and relax, all right?" Harry began to run towards the door to our chamber and I barely caught his hand in time.
"Listen idiot," I said, yanking him so hard he fell back to the floor, "I'm fine, you weren't really crushing me."
He blinked his large, green eyes owlishly at me.
"I'm fine."
Sighing Harry ran a hand through his unruly locks and said, "I'm sorry, I just get so worried. It's not like male pregnancy is an everyday thing, you know."
I laughed. "What are you talking about Potter? Of course it is! Why do you think they make pregnancy robes for men?"
"I…"
"That's what I thought," I sighed and grabbed a rose from the table, "here you go Potter, have a flower." It wasn't what I'd originally planned on doing, but my plans for seduction were pretty much ruined now.
"Wh-what?" Harry stuttered, blushing adorably, "F-for me?"
Damn, I was a genius and I didn't even know it.
"Yes for you, who did you think they were for? Take them."
So what if I didn't get to keep the roses? If it got Harry looking at me the way he was now I was willing to give him roses everyday.
"I… Don't you want to give them to… to your boyfriend or girlfriend or something?"
I snorted. "Potter, if I had a boyfriend don't you think I'd be with him now instead of with you?"
"I… so you're gay then?"
"Umm… yeah? Honestly, where have you been for the past two years Potter? I've been 'out' and about since the middle of fifth year."
"Oh."
"You have a problem with that, Harry?"
"N-no, why would I? It… it'd be hypocritical, wouldn't it?"
And so saying he fled the room, taking the roses with him.
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Bugger, bugger, bugger! I thought, frantically pacing in the Gryffindor common room, Why in Merlin's name did I run away? He's going to think I'm weird and obsessive and that I like him and that I'm weird and he's not going to like me!
Ron and Hermione watched from a comfortably plush couch as I wore a hole in the floor and brandished the roses that Draco had given me like some sort of weapon.
"Harry, stop pacing," Hermione commanded. "Tell me what's wrong."
"I'll tell you what's wrong!" I shouted angrily, "I'm weird and obsessive and I really do like him and he's not going to like me now!"
"Right," said Ron, "start from the beginning and try being a tad more coherent this time."
"It's not like it's that unusual, right? I mean, we're having a kid together so having a crush isn't a bad thing, is it?" I asked desperately, spinning and staring at them forlornly.
"Harry, do you have a crush on Draco Malfoy?"
"Maybe… Sorta… Just a little bit…" I sighed, "Yes."
Hermione squealed, actually squealed.
"Hermione, are you all right?" I asked cautiously. "I know it's a shock, but it's not like I can do anything about it – you fancy who you fancy."
Ron nodded knowingly from beside Hermione, who was still making disturbingly teakettle like noises.
"Oh Harry!" she cried, "This is… This is… This is bloody brilliant!"
"Wha – what?" I stammered. If there was anything I didn't expect, it was this mindless enthusiasm.
"I have a gay best friend! Oh, it's just like on the telly!"
"Tell – what?" asked Ron.
"And think about it Harry! We'll be able to talk about boys! Oh, I never had anyone to talk to about boys before! Well, I suppose in retrospect I could have talked to Lavender and Parvati, but I suspect my IQ would have dropped at least two significant figures."
Ron and I were staring at her in horror at this point. Who knew that Hermione was, deep down, such a girl?
"But… But Hermione, it's only a crush and what about that thing with Cho? Obviously I like both girls and… Draco," I said confidently, "so I'm not gay."
"Get over it Harry," she snapped, "you're as queer as Lucius Malfoy."
I blanched.
"And, that said, what seems to be the problem with this whole crush thing? You can't think that Malfoy (the younger one Harry, stop making that face) is straight – he's been out since the middle of fifth year!"
I blushed.
"It's not that, it's just that I kinda told him that I was gay too (even though I am bisexual Hermione, really, I've known since this summer) and he'd just given me these really nice roses and now he probably thinks I'm weird and obsessive and he won't like me!"
"Harry," Ron said, strangely becoming the voice of reason, "if he doesn't like you then why did he give you flowers?"
I blinked.
"And why would he put up with living with you?"
My lips pursed in thought.
"And why did he hex Seamus for helping you pick up the books you dropped the other day?"
My forehead borrowed.
"Obviously, he likes you."
"Do you really think so?" I asked him eagerly, "Really, truly?"
Ron smirked and I absently noted that Draco's smirk was much nicer. "Yes Harry, I really, truly think that that git Malfoy likes you too. That said, if he hurts you I'll hex his balls off."
"He's right, Harry. You should probably go back and talk to him about it before he starts to think that you don't like him and moves on," Hermione affirmed confidently. "I bet you ran out as soon as he gave you those roses this morning."
"Nuh-uh!" I protested, "I… I told him I was gay after he told me he was gay and then I ran away. And we'd just woken up anyway."
"You'd just woken up?"
"Oh, we ended up sleeping together on the couch in our Common Room," I said with a slight smile, remembering the feel of Draco pressed against me, body bloated with our unborn daughter.
"You… you what?" Ron shrieked, "You can't mean… Won't you hit the baby on the head or something if you do… that."
Hermione and I turned equally horrified faces to stare at Ron.
"I – Ron!" I shouted, "Eww! If I'd slept with him slept with him I certainly wouldn't be worried about him not liking me or finding out them I'm ga – bisexual, would I?"
Ron blushed and shrugged. "Try to word your sentences more carefully next time."
"Why don't you try to keep your mind out of the gutter, Ron Weasely!" Hermione exclaimed.
I watched snickering as Hermione began to beat her boyfriend into submission.
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I spent a good five minutes wondering if Harry running from the room with a bright red face was a good thing before deciding that he'd been overwhelmed by my obvious sex appeal and beauty.
Nevermind the bulging belly and swollen ankles. And ungainly waddle. And disgusting eating habits. And mood swings.
Oh who the fuck am I kidding? I thought desperately, He's obviously horrified at the prospect of having sex with me again.
Pouting I retrieved my wand form in-between the couch cushions – it's a perfectly safe place, thank you very much – and summoned a bag of chocolate frogs from my room. Clover liked chocolate and blood flavored lollipops, the same could not be said for licorice wands and ice mice.
"I bet," I told the empty room, "that he's telling Granger and the Weasel all about how stupid and fat I am." A frog was viciously decapitated. "And he's probably laughing at the stupid pregnant boy with a crush with his girl – boyfriend."
I was utterly miserable for some strange, unknown reason and I couldn't seem to snap myself out of it.
"He's probably sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room snogging the brains out of Finnegan and laughing about my stupidity. Or my ugliness. Or my fatness."
I felt tears prickling behind my eyelids, though for the life of me I couldn't come up with a decent reason for me to be crying. I rubbed my stomach comfortingly and ate another frog.
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Author's Notes: End of chapter! Sorry for the horribly long wait, and thank you to my wonderful reviewers and readers for not giving up on me! Well, I'm off to write more, wish me luck! (Sorry for the lack of length.)
