Title: Return to Me Part-11
Author: Flyngaimlessly
Paring: Harry/Draco
Rating: pg-13
Summary: The night when Harry Potter leaves his husband behind as he goes to war.
Spoilers: 1-5
Warning: slash, m-preg
Archive: please inform me before it is archived anywhere.
Big Thanks to my Beta - Luciology (thank you so much)!!!!
Chapter-12
The Difference between you and me
The war was over. The bloodstains had been washed away, and the battlefields
sectioned off, left to become tokens of newfound history. The soldiers had returned home
and families had been reunited, those dead had been honored and were far away from
being forgotten. The Finnegan family took their son back to Ireland where he was buried
in his hometown. Since then, on the anniversary of the battle's end, the whole town
gathered to honor their beloved son who had fallen to the inevitable fate of death. Neville
Longbottom had been buried in the family plot besides his late grand mother. Not long
after, his parents joined him. That had been the end of the Longbottom line. Ginny
Weasley was also buried in the Weasley family plot, devastating her loved ones. Ronald
Weasley was now the only survivor from all those who were captured and taken to
Voldemort's fort
Yet the World was still in mourning. Harry Potter, the hero, the savior had also been put
to rest in peace, his grave held a large memorial with hundreds and hundreds of flowers,
cards, and candles all around. A week ago services had ended for his funeral. Now he
was left to rest in silence, remembered in the daily life of every witch or wizard.
And now, as the spells of December swept the earth under her cloak, Draco Malfoy found
himself alone in the Malfoy-Potter Manchester home. He was now three and a half
months pregnant.
"Oh it's you Potter." Draco Malfoy stood aside to let the fourteen-year-old boy in.
"How kind of you." Harry said taking off his cloak. Malfoy's quarters were always
comfortably warm, which was a huge contrast against the drafty walls of Hogwart's
castle.
"Indeed." Malfoy walked past Harry toward the kitchen where he resumed preparing
himself some tea.
"I would ask you to pardon my uncouthness, but I'm not exactly fond of your presence."
Malfoy added as Harry seated himself on the couch across the roaring fire.
"How blunt of you." Harry answered distractedly. He sat lazily, his back to the kitchen as
he heard the soft bustling behind him. He'd had an especially rough day ending with an
announcement that he would have to be present at a wand-weighing ceremony tomorrow,
(whatever that was) where all of the press could gawk at him and make up tall tales to
publish all over the front page of the next day's edition of the news.
"I can't wait." Harry whispered as he rubbed his eyes tiredly.
"Wait for what?" Malfoy asked as he suddenly appeared in front of him holding two
mugs of tea. Harry shook his head and relieved Draco of one of the mugs. Malfoy slowly
seated himself besides the other boy making sure to keep enough distance.
As the Gryffindor took a hesitant sip of the hot liquid, the blonde stared at him intently
taking in his disheveled form and tired eyes.
"Bad day?" he asked lightly.
Harry snorted. "That doesn't even begin to describe it."
"Of course not." He looked down at his tea. "Want something to eat with that, Potter?"
He heard a small laugh from the other boy. "No, thanks."
"What's so funny?" Draco's gray eyes met Harry's with that strong look that use to
unnerve him.
"What's funny is that you've suddenly turned into my cook."
Draco Malfoy smiled in return. "I suppose I have." He answered and looked into his tea.
An hour passed in small talk until it was time for dinner. Malfoy's private house elves set
the tables and informed him that his meal was ready.
"I suppose you'll be joining me Potter?" Malfoy asked as he walked towards the dinning
room
"I suppose." The Gryffindor answered. His head had cleared slightly from the weary day
and as he walked into the dinning room, he kept his senses on high look out for any forms
of danger.
The lavish meal set on a rich table was no surprise to Harry Potter as this was nothing
less than the setting he expected a Malfoy to eat in. He seated himself slowly across from
the blonde, his eyes moving hastily as he took in his surroundings more carefully. He
watched as Malfoy picked up his knife and fork gracefully and dug in to the meal without
a second thought. This surprised Harry slightly. After all Malfoy had been poisoned just a
few nights ago.
Sensing his unwavering gaze Malfoy looked up with a questioning look.
"Does my face interest you more than your meal, Potter?"
Harry ignored the comment and instead dug into the obvious problem.
"What's wrong with you Malfoy? Aren't you going to at least check you food before
eating it?"
"What do you mean Potter?" he asked steely.
"What I mean, Malfoy, is that you were poisoned."
"I know Potter. Please get to the point."
"Well what if it happens again?" Harry asked his voice rising slightly.
Malfoy looked calm. "How do you know that I don't already have spells that tell me if
my food is safe for me to eat or not?"
"You don't." Harry answered. His eyes were dead set upon Draco, absolutely refusing to
move. "And I don't feel any wards around your chambers either. You are not safe here at
all. All over the rooms there are week points that can easily lead to your destruction and
no one would even know of it for hours."
Draco Malfoy smiled softly and picked up his goblet and drank from it gently. He set the
wine down and looked up at the Gryffindor.
"It's poisoned." Harry whispered.
Malfoy looked down at it and then slowly back up.
"I know."
"Don't you have anything to live for anymore, Malfoy?"
Gray eyes looked up at him. Their owner lay gently on the bed that had held him in this
condition only a few nights ago.
"Why do you ask me these questions Potter? How is this any of your concern?" It was
dark outside. Close to midnight. The balcony doors were open and the curtains apart. The
wind blew cold air into the rooms and the moon lay a sheet of pure light across the stone
floors.
"It just is, Malfoy." Harry was seated on the bed beside the blonde. "Tell me."
The silence took over the room and Harry looked down at the pale boy whose gaze was
directly upon him.
"You tell me what's the point Potter? What would have been the difference if I had died
the last time I was poisoned or tonight? What difference would it have made? I just want
to live Potter. I just want to have a normal life. But…that's not an option for me now. So
I don't see the need to fight any longer."
"How can you say that Malfoy? You're the one who told me not to walk around blindly
and give in just like that."
"Potter that's a different matter." His voice was horse, yet strong.
"How?"
"Because…" He fell silent.
"Because?"
"Because, Potter, we are two different people. It might not seem like a big difference. But
trust me; we're worlds apart. No one rule applies to you and me at the same time. That's
just how it is. You have more to live for than anyone else Potter. I have nothing."
More tragedy struck as a week afterDracpo's return to the Manchesterhome the Hogwarts
nurse along with the headmaster paid a visit unexpectedly.
As they finished their accounts of the problem and stood up to take their leave Draco
Malfoy stared at them shocked. He stood quietly and saw them to the exit. The door
closed silently behind them and the house fell into silence once more. Draco Malfoy
walked into the living room and slowly collapsed on to the sofa his hands shaking and his
heart breaking.
Fate was taking away the last thing he had left in this life.
On the center table lay the medical reports that explained why Draco Malfoy could not
carry this child.
He had lost everything.
TBC…
Please don't kill me. Stay tuned. PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
I swear ill make it worth your while.