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Chapter 3

Draco stood outside the hospital wing and waited. He saw Dumbledore walking out and he quickly hid behind the statue of Merlin so that he wouldn't get into trouble for skipping class.

He held his breath as Dumbledore walked past him and not noticing what he was doing, Draco let out the breath that he had been holding. That was a wrong move because Dumbledore stopped suddenly and turned to look in Draco's direction. Draco was sure that Dumbledore knew he was there but the headmaster just walked off as if nothing was wrong.

Draco sighed in relief when he saw Dumbledore was out of earshot. Now all he had to worry about is the old hag Pomfrey. Draco slipped into the hospital wing as quietly as possible. He was just about to hide when he heard footsteps but he remembered that he was head boy and he was allowed to do this.

He straightened his back and walked proudly past Madam Pomfrey and into the only occupied ward. The kind nurse didn't even look at Draco as he walked into Harry Potter's ward as she assumed that Professor Dumbledore sent him.

Draco walked slowly to the bed and felt his heart ached when he saw the state Harry was in. Harry was pale and he looked tired and withdrawn. He had dark circles under his eyes and there were several bruises on his cheeks. Draco felt a surge of protectiveness towards the boy.

Then Draco noticed that Harry's hands were on his stomach and he was stroking it gently. Tears were running down his cheeks and his eyes shone with the unshed tears rolling in his eyes.

"Harry…" said Draco softly.

Harry's head shot up immediately when he heard the familiar voice. Draco's voice. Harry used his sleeves to roughly wipe away the tears on his cheeks and glared at Draco as fiercely as possible.

"Why are you here, Malfoy?" Harry asked coldly, voice dripping venom.

"I wanted to make sure you are alright."

"My arse!"

"I just wanted to know if you're okay."

"Is that so? Or are you just interested in the baby? Will you be happy if I told you the baby is gone?"

Draco's eyes widened in surprise at Harry's implication.

Seeing Draco's reaction, Harry continued bitterly, "Yeah, that's right, it's gone now and I don't even know whether it's a boy or a girl."

"I bet you're happy right, Malfoy? The 'thing' is gone… Just as you wish!"

"No, no, I'm not- I mean-."

Draco was cut off rudely by Harry.

"Oh, now you don't remember? Let me remind you then. Hmm, let's see, you said, 'But how can I know whether the child is mine? With your high sex drive and all, it could very well be a Gryffindor. A Weasley perhaps?' and that's not all… You said I'm a whore and that the child is nothing but a burden. You don't love me, remember? The only 'lovable' thing about Harry Potter is his arse and his mouth."

"I did not say that!" yelled Draco indignantly.

"You can deny all you want, Malfoy. I really couldn't care less about what you think," Harry said, his voice quivering with rage.

Draco decided to try another way since Harry was so worked up. He moved to Harry's side and tried to hug Harry but Harry shoved him away roughly the moment Draco's fingertips touched his skin.

"Don't bloody touch me!"

"Harry…"

"Don't call me Harry! You gave up the right to call me Harry the night you called me a whore! And don't fucking touch me either. God knows you don't want to contaminate your hands when you touch a whore such as myself."

"Harry," said Draco, ignoring Harry's earlier comment, "since the child is gone, we can get back together. I know you miss me and you'll no doubt want to get back together after some time so I'm offering you the chance now."

"You are so full of yourself, Malfoy. What makes you think that I will ever consider getting back together with you, a heartless bastard?"

Since Draco didn't respond, Harry continued, "You used to manipulate and control me. Not anymore."

Draco was getting annoyed at Harry's outburst. Yeah, he was partly responsible for the lost of the child but he wasn't the clumsy one that fell down, Draco shuddered at the thought. Imagine him being someone else's dad.

"Fine!" spat Draco.

"Fine! Just fuck off and go to hell!"

Draco turned around and went out the ward without a backward glance at the boy who was now hugging his knees close to his body while rocking himself gently on the bed.

"Don't cry, don't cry…" Harry kept whispering to himself while tears ran down his cheeks.

There, he fucked up his last chance with Draco. There was no way Draco was going to forgive him. He knew Draco too well not to know that Draco does not take rejections well and he knew that there will be hell to pay once he gets back to school. Draco would be at his most vicious self and Harry could only hope that Ron and Hermione would always be there to support him.

Harry's thoughts were interrupted when Madam Pomfrey walked into the ward.

"Are you alright?" she asked, concerned about the boy's state of mind.

Harry nodded sadly and tried to hide the tears by turning his head away from the nurse. He didn't want her to see him in this state, pathetic and crying, for a man that never really loved him.

Madam Pomfrey patted his back affectionately and said, "I cannot help but overhear your conversation with Mr. Malfoy. I take it he is the other father then?"

Harry wanted to deny it, to say that Draco was only there to mock him, to say that he hated Draco but he couldn't so he told the truth. "Yes," Harry said in a barely audible whisper, as though ashamed by the fact that Draco impregnated him.

"Mr. Malfoy is an egotistic and obnoxious little brat," she stated simply.

This caused Harry to laugh. He never thought that the nurse could be so straightforward. Her 'heck care' attitude made the situation appear funnier than it actually was and her impression of Draco was pretty accurate too.

Seeing that Harry was finally laughing, Madam Pomfrey joined in too and the ward was soon filled with both their laughters.

When their laughters died down, Madam Pomfrey hugged Harry gently and Harry felt tears gathering behind his eyelids again. Madam Pomfrey's hug felt so motherly and Harry truly needed that kind of assurance and love at that moment. Deep down he knew that he wouldn't feel so bad if James and Lily were still alive. At least they would truly love him because he is Harry, not the savior of the wizarding world.

"Harry, dear," Madam Pomfrey said, "I have something that you might want to know."

"What is it?"

"The baby is still alive."

For a moment there Harry didn't respond at all but when the information finally sank in, he let out a shout of pure joy. He felt relief flooding his insides and he tightened his hold on the nurse.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, one hundred percent," she replied happily.

"Are you absolutely sure?"

"Yes!"

Harry shouted and laughed until he was on the verge of hyperventilating.

"Oh my goodness! I can't believe it! My child, my child is alive…" Harry said as big fat tears leaked from the corner of his eyes. But they were not tears of sorrow, they were tears of joy. A joy so great that Harry's heart could hardly contain it and all he wanted to do was to scream and shout and jump about in happiness and amazement.

"But how?" Harry asked disbelievingly.

"I don't know, Harry. But I want you to know that this is a miracle. You child has a strong will."

Harry nodded.

"I'm just so glad that it's still there… Sorry, it's just that I'm so happy, so happy…"

"I must warn you though; this stage of the pregnancy is the hardest and most dangerous. The chance of miscarriage is the highest and you will have morning sickness almost every morning. Can you take it?"

Harry nodded his head firmly and said, "Yes. I can take it. If the baby can survive that fall, why can't I survive morning sickness?"

"I know you probably don't want to talk about this but what about Mr. Malfoy? He would want to know about the baby."

Alarmed and slightly threatened by the nurse's suggestion, Harry said defensively, "What about him? I have no intentions of telling him the existence of MY child."

"But he is the other father."

"So? Since he doesn't want to acknowledge my child, I should not acknowledge him as the other father either."

"Are you sure you want to do this alone?"

"Yes. Besides, he already told me that he wanted nothing to do with either me or the child," said Harry bitterly.

Madam Pomfrey shook her head. That Malfoy brat will regret what he did to Harry, the problem is when. I doubt Harry will ever forgive him, let alone trust him again, Madam Pomfrey thought sadly.

"Well then, if you insist but please talk to the Headmaster although he already knows of this pregnancy."

Harry nodded solemnly. I knew it! The way he was looking at me just now…

"Don't worry, Harry. I'll help you get through your pregnancy. Just remember that we're all behind you, except Malfoy of course…" she said and looked guilty for her slip of tongue.

Harry shook his head gently and said, "Don't worry. I'm already immune to that bastard. I don't mind if you mention him because to me, he is just another piece of filth that happens to be handsome, rich and extremely heartless."

Madam Pomfrey was shocked by the amount of hatred in that statement. She knew Harry had been hurt by Malfoy but she never thought that Harry will be that bitter by the rejection.

"Ok, Harry, I'll let you rest now. Sleep tight and I'll do a check up on you later."

"Thank you," Harry said gratefully and closed his eyes.

A/N: Hi all! It's me again… Yeap, I've finally completed this chapter. Please review! I wanna thank my loving beta Ayane… She's sick now… Get well soon girl!

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