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A/N argh I hate writers block. All my other stories are being updated sometime soon.. no clue when but they are going to be! Hmm anything about this chapter? I don't like it cause I'm no good with emotions changing. I really gotta work on that.
InuLorien hehe :P Harry said 'loved' cause he's convinced Draco's going to hate him in the end. Sort of like addmitting it and yet.. not. I dunno it made sense when I wrote it! Well if I want to torture you.. it's so fun! sqee! o.O Yeah even telling me to get off my ass didn't work, still took me a week to update x.o
ura-hd Yes, its what Draco whispered. I'll explain that scenerio in that chapter a little later in the story. Harry does love Draco, he just knows he won't get long to be with him and he doesn't want to get hurt. If it makes any sense at all hehe. I know, the creature didn't turn out as creepy as I firsthad in mind... but I like what came up in the end.
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Malfoy brings you meat, maybe that was his first mistake. Meat is protein, and it wasn't rotting or anything, so you know you can get a little more strength from the meals he will bring from now on.
Also on the tray is a glass of milk, a piece of bread, and butter. It's an irony that your meal is more enjoyable with the creature inside of you, making you miserable in another way. One part of this experience gets better, only for another part, mainly waking up in the morning and that damn wriggling, to get worse.
Sitting down next to the tray, you pick up a bit of bread and stick it into the butter, they still won't trust you with a knife or fork, and bring it to you mouth. Malfoy sits down in a chair sideways, lounging while watching you eat the best meal you've had for a few weeks.
You chew it slowly; for once the bread isn't hard to chew. You're pleased with the food this time. "Like the meal?" Malfoy asks. You look up at him, staring at his relaxed form, and go back to gobbling down the meal.
"It's the best one I've had in awhile, what do you think Draco? No, I hate it so much I'm shoving it down my throat just so I don't starve." you reply sarcastically, annoyed with him.
"Shut up Potter, I'm trying to be nice to you; you would never have gotten that meal if I hadn't convinced the Dark Lord that you need protein for the child." Malfoy retorts.
You look up and lock gazes with him. "Try harder," you snap, angry with him once again. It's always the fact you're caring this thing, not the fact that he wants to be nice to you. He said he loved you, right? Why is he being so damn cruel?
Malfoy gets up, slamming his fist on the table and making your meal jump. You look up at him with surprised eyes, staring at him with a confused expression. "Why can't I make you happy? Why the hell do you always shove me away with a snide remark?" he asks angrily, his eyes betraying everything he's feeling.
You're pleased though, he's let his guard down. He's showing you something you know he doesn't show too many people.
"Well for one, you make it seem like you're only near me because of the creature that's wriggling inside me, and another… what did you expect? You captured me, took me from Ginny, raped me, and took my freedom away with a leash. How can you expect me to say thank you, Draco?" you retorted with fury, voice growing darker with each word and the memory it brought.
He's taken aback now; you can see it and let a smile reach your lips. "You screwed up Malfoy, you always screw it up." You regret those harsh words, because you know the struck a cord.
"Oh yes, I screw up everything don't I Potter? Never can be better then you can I?" he sneered, sounding more like the Malfoy you used to know, but you don't want to deal with this Malfoy, you want the one you have been seeing back.
"When you're good enough the way you are, why would you want to be better then me? People screw up, Malfoy, no one can be perfect, not even me. You know that don't you?" you ask, not sure what the hell you are saying; only knowing that you need to say it.
"You still hate me, Potter." he says simply, slouching as he sits back on the chair. He avoids your question, and you know why. He won't admit it; he thinks you are perfect; he used to hate you for it.
"Yes, such a burning hate it's why I let you fuck me every night." you respond sarcastically, and he looks up, the look on his face priceless. He looks so shocked you would fall onto the floor laughing if you were not trying to eat.
"You honestly believe I still hate you? You're that daft?" you ask, letting out a bellow of laughter as he glares at you, starting to sulk.
"What the hell was I supposed to think, you're always bringing up the fact I raped you. Okay so I did, but it was expected of me! I stop when you tell me to now! What more do you want?" he asks, looking serious about this.
You consider you answer carefully, hesitation in what to say evident on your face. "I want you…" you don't know what to say, you've never been in this situation before. How can you open up to him about your feelings when these emotions are so new?
You want him to open up, but you don't want to tell him that because he will never want to open up to again when you escape. He may love you, but he's loyal to Voldemort. It'll screw you both over in the end.
"Do you even know what you want?" he asks, and you shake you head, black hair waving around in the air.
"Potter, all my life I have tried to beat you because you're perfect, now I want to be perfect to you. Don't ask me to even repeat that, you understand me?" he says. He really does know how to ruin a moment, you'll give him that.
But you both won't just open up to each other, it never went that way. You can give him perfection tonight, and it might be the last time to do it. "I don't know if I can give you what you want Malfoy, you've changed granted, but you can still be a bastard." you say bluntly.
He smirks, this time it's not out of hate but out of amusement. "I'm going to kill you for making me say this Potter, but let me be perfect as a bastard."
You might be mortified, you might be horrified, and you might even be terrified. Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, is opening up to you. Not very smoothly, but he is. And you want to crumble in his arms. You wish you could hate him for it.
"Why are you telling me this? You're supposed to be cold." It's all you can say, all you can think of right now. You know you had control of this conversation sometime before only to find you lost control again.
"To get into your pants." he replies, smiling at you. You know what he really means now. He's rude to you, yet it's meant in a nice way. It's a contradiction that could confuse most, but if you understand it, you know you won't take offence to much of the things he says to you from now on.
A day goes by and the only good thing you get out of it is food. Nothing else changes, and you are growing anxious to hear from Snape about when you'll leave this cursed place.
Malfoy is gentle with you, and he's made it clear it's not just because you're carrying his master's creature. What irks you the most is how fast your belly has grown, what should have taken two months has taken a day or so.
You want to know what kind of creature it is, because by the feel of it, it's a large one. One thing you're concerned about is if it will kill you because it'll be so large; will it kill you from the inside out?
"Malfoy, how long will this thing be in me? How long is it going to be? Because it feels like it's going to weigh a ton for fuck's sake!" you growl later that night, frustrated because the more you eat, the bigger this thing grows.
"Severus has those answers. I'll ask him to take a look at you tomorrow. The full moon is coming up so he won't have much time as usual. I'll be here for the full moon this time to watch over you. Can't have an escape while the Dark Lord has his monthly 'outing.'" Malfoy tells you, and you look at him scowling.
"Oh, that's what you call it? Killing people is an outing?" you snap, only to get your face slapped. You hold your face, which is burning with pain, looking at him with hurt green eyes.
"Do you think I enjoy it, Potter? I don't have a choice." Malfoy defends, glaring at you and taking one look at your eyes, his angry eyes lose the anger that filled them and replace with regret.
You take your hand off your cheek, showing his handiwork to him. Let him feel guilt, because you won't let him touch you after this. Never again, he doesn't deserve to touch you!
"You have a choice Malfoy, but you're too pigheaded to see it!" you scream back, getting up and running to the bathroom, slamming it shut. You ignore his protests and his pleas for you to come out and spend the rest of the night in the bathroom; you don't want to see him.
Because if you see him you'll forgive him, and it's better to hate him because in about four days time, you'll be free from this hell. If you hate him, you won't feel the sorrow you feel when you think about leaving.
You woke up the next morning to Snape banging on the bathroom door. "POTTER, OPEN THIS DOOR. I don't care how emotional you feel; you will come out so I can see you." he yelled, and you jumped up in confusion from your rest.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." you mumble, opening the door to see Snape's angry, beady eyes and Malfoy's concerned grey ones. "Can we do this examination in the bathroom; I don't want to see Malfoy." you ask, not caring that Malfoy looks hurt.
"Potter, get on that bed right now." Snape orders you, and you can see that he's pissed off and not in a mood to argue. You curse him under your breath and walk to the bed, laying down on it.
Snape's hands prod and rub on your filled belly, making you squirm; it feels uncomfortable and hurts a bit. The creature doesn't seem to like the prodding either, it moves in your belly, making itself more pronounced. Snape looks at your belly with a thoughtful gaze.
Suddenly he prods at the middle of your stomach and you feel a large pain, as if something is biting you on the inside. You scream out in pain and instantly Malfoy takes your hand in his and squeezes, while matting your unruly hair down with the other. You're still feeling little jabs of pain, so you can't care to tell Malfoy to shove off.
"It's grown very quickly, Potter. I'm proud of this, another week and it should be ready to be born. Very good progress." Snape says, giving a cruel smile to Malfoy, who returns it. Are cruel smiles Voldemort's code or something?
"Oh and that's why it bit me from the inside?" you ask, looking sulky as your chin rests on you chest and you look at you nose. Malfoy lets out a light chuckle, squeezing your hand again. 'Why can't I hate you like I used to?' your mind cries out, but you know that answer already.
"It's aware, Potter, of what is happening around it. It's not a human; it was conceived with the help of magic speeding up its time in the womb. It didn't like you being poked. You see, its head had been inches away from where I prodded that last time. It was trying to protect you oddly enough." Snape responds with a sneer. You can only look into his obsidian eyes and glare.
"And hurt me while it was at it!" you whine, knowing it's not something you do often, but right now you're not feeling quite like yourself. You feel aches in the small of your back and are annoyed for no reason. You're starting to feel a new respect for women who go through with this.
"Well I don't think it's smart enough to realize it's still in your womb, Harry." Malfoy says. He's not helping, he really isn't.
"I'll be back the afternoon before the Outing Draco, keep this thing in check for now." Snape says, handing Malfoy a piece of paper. You lift your torso up and try to look over Malfoy's shoulder at the piece of paper, only to have Malfoy move his face and capture your lips with his.
"Draco please don't do that in front of me." Snape says before you hear him leave the room, sounding disgusted. You're pleased Malfoy made Snape upset, and for some weird reason it gets Malfoy instantly back on your good side.
Merlin are your emotions mixed up right now. You attempt to look at the paper again, only to have Malfoy push you back down and trail hot kisses to you stomach. "It's just instructions on how to check if the child's okay." he tells you before attacking your round belly with kisses.
"Well don't make it bite me again!" you complain, trying to sound annoyed but you feel content to have him kissing you like this. "Why do you call it a child?"
Malfoy stops kissing and props himself up on his elbows, looking at you intently. "You don't think of it as that?" he asks, and you shake your head no. "Well I think you need to think about it, we created it Potter, you and me. Even if a spell changed its form, it's still from us, it's still apart of us." You stare at him surprised, not sure how he can make such a good point and convince you and still be an ass.
"How exactly can you be so smart and so stupid?" you ask him, only to get a small laugh out of him.
"You're not too bright yourself Potter." Malfoy jabs at you verbally, and then steals another kiss from you. As he's touching and tasting your body to his fill you can feel the creature (the child?) moving around inside, as if it knows its parents are near. Can the creature understand already? Can it even begin to understand what's happening to its parents?
' Take your time creature, to know your other father's here, because soon he won't be around ever again.' you think, wishing you could tell it in person. You know in three days you have to have that leash in you possession, and you're not that happy about the idea of escaping anymore.
You don't even notice that you've gotten attached to the creature inside of you, that now abortion, getting rid of it, just isn't an option.
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