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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS UN-BETAED!

Future Unknown (Chapter 4)

"Who did he think he was?" muttered Draco angrily as he stormed all the way back to the head boy's suite.

"Stupid fucking shitting bloody stairs!" he grumbled and climbed the many flights of stairs that led to his suite sulking because Harry just turned down his offer of them getting back together.

He hated this staircase. It was so long and he still couldn't understand why the head boy's suite had to be located so high when the head girl was allowed to stay with her own house. No doubt Dumbledore's doings again. That old coot just loves to torture him.

When he was near the portrait that was guarding his suite, he saw somebody pacing outside and he heard that person humming monotonously. That voice sounded so familiar. One look closer and he realized that it was Pansy. Draco let out a groan and muttered a "Stupid bitch," under his breath.

"Drakie-poo!" Pansy's sickeningly sweet voice echoed throughout the hall way.

"How many times do I need to tell you to stop embarrassing me with this ridiculous name, you brainless, pug-faced bitch?"

Pansy looked hurt for a moment but she shrugged it off and leaned closer to Draco while battering her eyelashes in a most foolish way in Draco's opinion.

"What?" snapped Draco harshly, unable to stand the awful smell of Pansy's cheap perfume.

"Aren't you going to let me in?" asked Pansy expectantly.

"No."

"Oh, come on, Drakie…"

"NO!"

"Aww, Drakie, don't be so mean to your darling Pansy. I wore my new knickers for you today," she said and lifted her skirt up to give Draco an eye full.

Draco seriously wanted to make the puking sound but decided against the idea. Malfoys never act that way, not even to annoying gold-digger such as Pansy Parkinson. Malfoys are sophisticated pure-blooded aristocrats, not some disgustingly pure-blooded low class commoner.

"See if I care, Parkinson."

"Draco, you've changed! Don't you love me anymore? Don't you worship my body anymore?"

Draco wanted to laugh at Pansy's stupidity. Worship? Did she think she was a temple? How thick could the bitch get? Draco Malfoy never loved anybody except himself! He didn't love his parents, he didn't love his friends and he didn't love Harry. Did the bitch think Draco will love her? He didn't even want to waste his time talking to the brainless blabber mouth.

"Goodbye, Pansy," he said and entered the suite quickly, slamming the portrait in Pansy's stunned face.

Once inside his suite, Draco let out a heavy sigh. He sat down on the couch and tugged at his silky long hair in frustration. He looked up and stared at the fire burning slowly. Harry loved to cuddle in front of the fire.

Feeling decidedly crestfallen, Draco stood up and made his way to his room slowly. When he drew level with his king sized bed, he looked at it with a mixture of anger and regret.

How many times had they made love on that very bed?

How many times had they snuggled against each other on that bed after making love?

And Harry had told Draco about his pregnancy there too. Harry was so nervous and hopeful when he broke the news. Draco could remember Harry's facial expressions clearly, so clearly that it seemed just hours ago that Harry told him. He wanted to believe Harry, to tell Harry that everything will be fine. He would do that if he was given another chance. He would've believed Harry.

But too bad he didn't.

It was only one week later that Harry reappeared at the Great Hall during breakfast. As usual the Gryffindors were fussing over him like he was a baby.

Draco watched carefully from the other side of the hall and concluded that Harry didn't look too bad for a person who had just miscarried. In fact he looked as if he just put on some weight.

Draco watched as Harry sat down smiling. Finnegan plopped down on the seat next to Harry almost immediately and began pilling heaps of food onto Harry's plate. Harry was shaking his head but he was laughing along with the other Gryffindor idiots.

Harry ate slowly as he took part in his housemates' conversations, especially with Weasley and Granger. Everything was finally back to normal, except that bloody Finnegan would not stop touching Harry whenever he spoke to him.

Draco noticed immediately when Finnegan's hand became permanent resident on Harry's arm on that morning. And that bastard had the audacity to stroke Harry's arm with his thumb. Not only that, Harry seemed like he was enjoying the attention very much. Attention-seeking slut!

Draco was momentarily startled when someone leaned over and said huskily, "Don't you think Potter looks edible?"

Draco turned and glared at Blaise. "I beg your pardon?"

"I said Potter looks edible and I want to fuck him."

Draco felt irrational jealousy seep into his brain and he scowled. But then he reminded himself that he shouldn't feel that way. He shouldn't care if Blaise wanted to fuck Harry, he shouldn't care if Finnegan kept on touching Harry, he shouldn't feel jealous of Finnegan or the Gryffindorks, he shouldn't care if Harry was indeed looking very beautiful.

He shouldn't.

Not once did Harry look towards the Slytherin's direction throughout the whole morning. And Draco's heart sank when he realized that nothing's going to be the same anymore.

First period was double advanced potions with the Slytherins. Harry groaned when he remembered that. He didn't want to take advanced potions at all and he was rather shocked when he was accepted into Snape's extremely strict class. But he needed his potions results to become an Auror so in a way he was forced to take it.

Hermione was nagging again about preparing for the upcoming NEWTs and Harry nodded absent-mindedly, not really paying any attention to her.

"Harry! Are you listening to me?"

"Um…"

Hermione shook her head resignedly and kept quiet so the three of them made the rest of their way to the dungeons in silence. The only sound heard was their footsteps and Ron chewing his food.

"Ronald! It's rude to chew so loudly," Hermione snapped.

"Shor-ry," Ron mumbled through his mouthful of blueberry muffin.

"Well, well, who do we have here? Oh, it's Potty and his two side-kicks, Weasel and his dear mudblood" a familiar drawl came from the seat behind them.

Harry turned around immediately only to stare into a pair of intense mercury eyes. A shiver ran down Harry's spine as he stared into those beautiful eyes but his face was a mask of indifference.

Without saying a word, Harry turned and faced the front again, completely ignoring Draco. Ron was making obscene signs and cursing Malfoy's nerves for messing with the three of them. Even diplomatic Hermione was glaring at Draco openly with hatred in her eyes.

"Ignore him, you two," Harry said tiredly.

The sound of bellowing robes announced Snape's arrival and the whole class fell silent immediately.

Harry watched as Snape stormed to his desk and stood behind it. Snape was in one of his usual nasty mood and was looking at the students with disgust and irritation evident in his dark hawk-like eyes.

"Mr. Potter," Snape snarled suddenly, causing Harry to jump slightly from the shock.

"Yes, Sir?"

"Professor Dumbledore has spoken to me about your abnormal condition. You are deemed unfit to brew any potions until Madam Pomfrey say you could."

Harry opened his mouth in surprise.

"Close you mouth and move to the corner of the room," said Snape as he pointed to the corner.

"But-," Harry protested.

"NOW! And 10 points from Gryffindor for daring to disobey a teacher."

The Gryffindors were giving Harry sympathetic looks for his misfortune and Ron looked like he was about to punch Snape. The Slytherins on the other hand was snickering at Harry. Even Draco was doing that, although he was worried about Harry's supposedly abnormal condition.

Harry packed his things and proceeded to the dark corner. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise. I won't have to do any homework then. Harry thought, somewhat happier than moments before.

"Mr. Potter! I expect 3 scrolls of parchment on the history of the Blindness Potion on my desk tomorrow."

Harry groaned and said, "Yes, Sir."

"Me and my big mouth," muttered Harry softly.

Harry sat down and took out his textbook, intending to finish his essay as soon as possible. Harry wrote furiously as the other students worked silently under the watchful eyes of the Head of Slytherin house.

After a while Harry looked up from the parchment to observe how the class was doing. Ron was tugging at his tie impatiently. Hermione was chopping her caterpillar with utmost care and precision. Blaise was absently stirring his potion while flirting with another Slytherin girl.

Harry's heart ached when he looked at Draco. Draco was moving gracefully and he was looking thoughtful as he stirred his potion in a clockwise direction. His flaxen hair hung loose and framed his face nicely. All Harry wanted to do was to brush the few strands of air away from Draco's face but he reminded himself that Draco was nothing to him.

Harry never noticed three figures creeping up on him from behind as he continued staring at Draco.

A blood curdling scream suddenly filled the normally quiet potions classroom. Everybody turned to the source of the scream straight away. All they saw was Harry holding his eyes and whimpering in pain. Beside him were Crabbe and Goyle, looking confused and stupid as per usual. The Gryffindors went crazy with rage when they realized what just happened.

Harry looked like he was about to collapse and Draco was going to catch him when he falls. Draco was extremely annoyed when Finnegan was by Harry's side in record time and caught Harry as he fainted.

"Fuck off, all of you!" Snape's angry voice boomed through the classroom. The surprised student cleared a path for the pissed off potion master to pass. The room was silent as everybody was still shock from hearing Snape swear.

Everyone watched quietly as Snape poured some potion, presumably neutralizing potion into Harry's eyes. A few minutes passed and Harry still showed no signs of waking up so Snape shook his body gently.

No response.

Draco watched worriedly as Harry lay pale and unmoving on the floor. His eyes looked normal but why wasn't he awake yet?

Finally, Snape said, "Mr. Weasley, Mr. Finnegan, please bring Mr. Potter to the hospital wing. Miss Granger, Mr. Zabini, please bring Parkinson, Crabbe and Goyle to the headmaster's office. I believe they are responsible for this incident. The rest of you are dismissed."

The students turned to leave and Snape said, "The rest of you except Mr. Malfoy."

When everybody was gone, Snape said, "You know, don't you?"

"I don't understand what you are talking about, Severus."

"Potter," Snape said, as if the word was self-explanatory enough.

And apparently it was because Draco flushed and said, "What about him?"

"Draco, stop pretending!" Snape was getting impatient at his godson. "I saw your face when Potter fainted and you were glancing at him throughout the whole lesson."

"Perhaps I was just admiring his disgustingly hideous scar?"

"Draco!"

"Fine," snapped Draco.

"So?"

"So what? What do you want me to do? I knew he was pregnant, alright? He told me I'm the father but I didn't want to believe him, now that the baby's gone, it doesn't matter anymore."

"What are you-?"

"When he fell down the damn stairs! The baby is G-O-N-E, GONE! Ok?"

Baby's gone? Snape was shocked to realize that Draco didn't know that the baby is still alive, growing inside Potter. Snape wanted badly to tell Draco the truth but that was Potter's job. He decided that he had no right to tell Draco about the baby. He hid his surprise behind his cool mask and said, "You shouldn't have done that, Draco."

"I know, Sev. I know."

A/N: Hello... It's me again... If you've bothered to read the warning at the start of the chapter then you will know that this chapter is NOT betaed... that's because my brilliant mail account won't let me sign in and therefore i couldn't send this chapter to my wonderful beta - AYANE

I hope you guys like this chapter... the reviews were awesome and i lovethem so much! of course, i love you guys more since you were the ones who reviewed... and thanks for answering my question... most of you are from the USA... ididn't see anybody from Asia?

Anyway this chapter's question is : How old are you? I'm seventeen by the way...

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