Title: Return to Me Part-10

Rating: pg-13

Genre: Romance

Summary: The night when Harry Potter leaves his husband behind as he goes to war.

Spoilers: 1-5

Warning: slash, m-preg

Disclaimer: blah blah blah wish I owned Draco but don't.

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Chapter-10

Where to go? His rooms were suffocating him. He wanted to get out, but where to go? It was almost eleven at night. Prowling the halls was not allowed, like Draco Malfoy cared. But still, there was only so much you could see of the castle. Slytherin common rooms were just not an option. After all he was clearly unwanted there, but honest to god he didn't want to step in there anyway: wanted or unwanted. So, where to go? The astronomy tower was beautiful but no, too many couples snogging up there.

Seriously, Draco thought, this school needs to get stricter.

So where else could Malfoy go apart from the grounds? Still he didn't HAVE to go into the gardens by the lake, right to the spot where he had seen Potter a few nights earlier. Yet he did and was surprisingly horrified when he saw Potter seated on the bank of the lake. Well at least he told himself that he was horrified.

"Potter" For some reason the voice came out throaty. He coughed slightly to rid himself of the catch in his voice.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Potter was looking up at him, his eyes burning even in the feeble light provided by the magical lamps placed all around the gardens.

"Must you always ask me that question?"

"I don't always ask you that question."

"Yes you do." Malfoy loved doing this. He could tell he was getting under Potter's skin and he'd barely been here 15 seconds.

"No I don't" Potter said, aggravated

"Yes you do."

"God SHUT UP!!!!!"

Mission accomplished. Malfoy smirked.

"Why so aggravated Potter? Hard day?"

"None of you fucking business, arsehole."

"Ouch. That stings Potter. After all I'm only concerned about what's bothering Boy Wonder today. Don't you trust me enough to tell me?" He slowly seated himself beside the other boy, adjusting his robes accordingly, his smirk wide and proud on his pale face.

"Lets see. What's bothering me? Hm..., yeah that's just the perfect thing to tell my sworn enemy isn't it? So you can tell everyone in this bloody school about what exactly is bothering Harry fucking Potter"

"Potter, I'm disappointed in you. First of all, your plebeian language is absolutely insulting to my aristocratic ears. And second, are you blind or just plain stupid? Haven't you noticed that I am no longer you're "sworn" enemy? That I'm no longer obliged to make your life a living hell?"

"Huh?" was the well-characterized Potter response. Malfoy rolled his eyes.

"I am no longer the prince of Slytherin and therefore I'm not the one you should be waging a verbal war against. It Zabini you should be worried about. He's the one who's taken my throne."

At that moment Potter snorted. He actually snorted. "Throne?"

"Yes throne Potter." Malfoy answered annoyed. His face relaxed as he thought to himself for a moment. "Although I don't see what the big deal is that people are making about Zabini any way. He's no where near as good as a leader I was."

There was a small pause as Malfoy looked at his hands sensing faintly that he felt confusingly different. His thoughts drifted immediately to his dinner, wondering if he had eaten anything...suspicious. No of course not. He had received dinner from his private house elf. No use questioning her. She never did anything wrong.

"Why are you here, Malfoy?" Draco looked up at the boy and answered honestly.

"Because you bloody idiot," just because he was answering honestly, it didn't mean he couldn't rude about it. "There is no where else that I can go right now. I'm unwelcome in the Slytherin common rooms, and unwelcome at home. I obviously cannot tour the dingy halls of this castle, so therefore I am out here in the open air trying to enjoy my walk. Is that so wrong Potter?"

"Well why must you bother me."

"Bother you? Is that what you call saving someone's life?" Malfoy countered stretching his legs and resting his weight on his hands. Potter remained in his crossed leg position, his robes laid out in a messy heap around him.

"You didn't save my life."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I must have got the wrong message from all the flailing you were doing underwater. And of course, all those cries for help couldn't possibly have meant that you needed help, could they?"

"Oh shut up Malfoy. For one thing I wouldn't have been drowning in the first place if it hadn't been for your animalistic burst of rage."

"Oh just admit it. I saved your bloody life."

"Like I saved yours."

"Fine we're even."

"Fine."

"Happy?"

"Very"

"Good"

Potter shook his head quietly. He couldn't believe he was having a conversation of this nature with ANYONE, never mind Malfoy.

"God we're acting so immature." He said.

"Well what do you expect Potter, we have been enemies since we met."

"True, and two extremely odd instances during which we saved each other's lives doesn't come near enough to counter all those times we TRIED to kill each other."

"Actually, considering the fact that we're supposed to be sworn enemies, it's quite surprising we've barely ever tried to kill each other." Draco said, his eyebrows drawn in to form his "thinking" face.

"You know what, your right." Potter replied. He too stretched out his leg, pushing his weight on too his hands and staring up at the sky. A few moments passed and from the corner of his eye, Harry noticed that Malfoy was fidgeting, his eyes screwed together, his hands wringing together, as if fighting numbness.

"You okay there, Malfoy?" Harry asked, his sympathetic side winning over his don't-give-a-fuck-about-Malfoy side.

The blond haired boy nodded slowly, but then shook his head. He was clutching his stomach now, leaning forward.

"You look a little pale."

Malfoy started coughing now.

"Oh god, Malfoy...." Harry stared, shocked as blood trickled from the boy's mouth.

Malfoy continued to cough, but managed to weakly whisper the cause of this...situation.

Poison? Is that what he whispered? Harry began to panic in earnest now. What was he suppose to do?

"Oh god, what do I do Malfoy?" Malfoy continued to cough as Harry pulled himself and the other boy from the ground.

"Madame Pomphrey." Harry whispered harshly, as he took some of the weight of the staggering boy onto his shoulders. He started to rush toward the castle, finding this the second time that he had collected the boy and take him somewhere in a life threatening situation.

"No, no take me to my quarters." Malfoy managed to whisper between his violent coughing that brought up blood.

TBC of course...