A/N: Wah! I'm so so so sorry! I meant to update really soon, I did, promise! But then I had to go on this school trip thingy to Germany for three days, and there weren't really any computers around. But I'm home now, and I'm updating! And I will try to be faster next time.
Now, over to something else. A gold star and an inedible cookie to Lyonessheart! She got it all right. I quote, "Draco wants to keep the baby! Thats why nobody is right for her". You guys get it now? Nothing is really wrong with the two guys, it's all in ickle Draco's head. Yeah. Oh, and the angst will come. Just you wait.
XoXoX Harry's POV XoXoX
Shutting the door behind the Brocklehurst-Frobishers, Harry beamed at Draco. "They're perfect!" he exclaimed and kissed the other boy. But Draco didn't return the kiss, nor did he answer. "What's the matter?" Harry asked, seeing the frown on the blond's pretty brow.
"I'm not sure," sighed Draco, unconsciously biting his lower lip. "There's something about them I don't quite like."
"What is there not to like? They are married, they love children, they have a steady income, they – "
"Yes, yes, I know. They're perfect. But still… I mean, the man does have red hair!"
"And what in the world has red hair to do with anything?" asked Harry confused. "It's not so bad; the Weasleys have red hair."
"My point exactly," grumbled the blond, and Harry glared at him.
"What do you mean by that?" He said, unnervingly sweet.
"Nothing, nothing!" said Draco, seeing the dangerous expression on Harry's face. "But you have to admit, they were a little too perfect."
"Of course they weren't, they were just perfect enough for it to be perfect. And you're just annoyed you can't find anything wrong about them!"
"Don't be silly, why would I want to find something wrong about them? And anyway, the redhead was a bit suspicious. I mean, how do we know he isn't a mudblood, huh?"
"Malfoy."
"Eh, Muggleborn! How do we know he isn't a Muggleborn!" he coughed, looking shiftily at Harry.
"And what is wrong with being a muggleborn? My mother was a muggleborn, my best friend is a muggleborn, remember?" Harry was feeling almost livid by now, and glared angrily at Draco.
"It's just, eh, I mean, uhm… nothing." Draco ran his hand uneasily through his hair, and looked at the glowering, black-haired boy. "Old habits die hard I guess." he smiled nervously, his hands fidgeting slightly.
"I guess so," sighed Harry, looking at the blond. It was hard to be very angry with him when he smiled like that. He looked too small and frail and absolutely adorable. Pulling himself together, Harry plastered a stern look on his face. "And we know he isn't a muggleborn, because both the Brocklehursts and the Frobishers are well respected wizarding families."
"Oh. I forgot." Draco smiled sheepishly, or as sheepishly as a Malfoy can smile, and Harry's heart melted again. But he still couldn't understand what Draco had against the two nice guys, and he said so.
"Well, uhm, they are gay! Should we really give our baby to two gay guys?"
Harry looked at the blond in disbelief. He couldn't be serious! "Draco, you are such a hypocrite! Merlin, you are aware of the fact that only hours ago you were engaged in some pretty homosexual activities yourself?"
"I know, but – "
"But what? Are you saying you regret it? That you're not really gay, just pretending to be? What was I, just an experiment?"
"Salazar, no! You were – are – is – eh – hell, bloody amazing, that's what you are! And I am gay, I am! I just, I don't know, it's all such a mess….There's just something about those guys, I can't put my finger on it, but there's something –"
"Well, if you don't like them, you know what you have to do," said Harry, looking pointedly at Draco.
"What?"
"Keep Medea."
"Keep Med – No! I can't, you know that!" Draco spluttered in a very unMalfoyish manner.
"Do I?"
"Well, yes, you do. I don't know anything about babies, and when we get to school, what will I do then? I am just too young to be burdened with a baby, no, there's no other way, she has to go. And you're right, they were perfect, I'll contact Bob and say that they can have her."
Draco turned his back defiantly, and walked out the room. Probably to write to Bob, Harry thought. He looked at the back of his retreating, well, his retreating what? Enemy? Friend? Boyfriend? Lover? Harry didn't know anymore. Shaking his head, he walked up to Draco's room to spend as much time as he could with Medea before she left. And if someone had been watching they would have seen his eyes glistening, but if they had asked Harry would have sworn it was just dust.
Give me an R!
Give me an E!
Give me a V!
Give me an I!
Give me an E!
Give me a W!
A gold star to anyone who can figure out the hidden meaning.
