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Chapter Six

Harry smiled and closed his eyes as Draco's warm breath tickled his neck. He instinctively tightened his arms around the warm body beside him. He buried his face in Draco's hair and took a big whiff.

"Potter, are you sniffing my hair?" Draco said with a laugh.

"Of course not! Why would I want to sniff your hair?" Harry asked incredulously although his tone was full of playfulness.

Draco snorted. "Like hell you weren't," he said bluntly and snuggled deeper into Harry's arms.

"Oh fine, I was sniffing your hair. I couldn't resist your lovely hair that's so soft, so exquisite, so — perfect. Happy now?"

"You forgot to say wonderful, flawless, amazing, breathtaking, beautiful, —"

"And modest."

Draco lightly swatted Harry's hands away and leaned in to kiss Harry hard and full on the lips. Harry responded immediately to Draco's passionate kiss, groaning when Draco bit on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. By that time Harry was lying on his back on the grass while Draco straddled him with a predatory smile on his face. The moon's pearly-white rays flowed through the dark night sky, illuminating Draco's features so that he appeared to be glowing.

"Horny too," Draco whispered beside Harry's ear, breath tickling Harry and causing Harry to shiver in pleasure.

"I know."

Without another word, Draco expertly undid Harry's shirt, pushing the material over Harry's creamy shoulders and tossing it aside carelessly. Then he took his shirt off until they were both topless.

"Draco, do you think people would see us?"

Draco looked over his back to see the magnificent Hogwarts castle standing strong and proud in the dark background. There were a few lit windows but generally the castle was quiet, its occupants asleep in the cool night. Harry and Draco were lying in the grass, somewhere near the lake. The moonlight shone on the tree, casting a shadow across the ground and shielding the lovers from any prying eyes.

"Don't think so. Do you care?"

"No," Harry laughed.

"Good," Draco replied and continues his assault on Harry's neck. "Because I won't stop even if you cared."

"Git."

"But you love me anyway," Draco stressed his point by biting gently on Harry's left earlobe.

Harry moaned loudly.

"Really, Potter. You need to learn to control yourself. Wouldn't want some halfwit to find us here, would we?" Draco asked teasingly.

Harry whimpered and closed his eyes when Draco took his glasses off and laid it on the grass carefully. Then he leaned down to kiss Harry's face lovingly, tracing his famous scar with feather light touches. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's slim waist and Draco collapsed on top of him.

"I love you," Harry whispered softly.

Almost too softly.

"Love you too, scarhead."

When Harry opened his eyes fully expecting to find Draco's familiar grey eyes looking back at him, he got a shock of his life when he found a pair of red, evil-looking eyes instead. The owner of the eyes was smirking at Harry and it was disturbing because he was smirking the Malfoy way.

"You- you-" Harry was at a lost of word suddenly but he recovered quickly and said, "Tom, I think it is best if you get off me NOW."

Voldemort looked furious at being called his old name and he said, "Tom is not for you to call, you insolent boy."

And suddenly Voldemort was off Harry and standing next to him, looking down at him. Harry felt very vulnerable lying on the cool grass, ridiculously naked and having a very noticeable hard-on in front of the man who murdered his parents and has repeatedly tried to kill him since he was eleven.

Harry stood up abruptly and quickly put on his clothes. Then he asked, "Where's Draco?"

"He is right behind you."

Harry turned around and his heart nearly stopped at what he saw. Draco was covered in his own blood. His previously unmarked skin was ruined by deep, nasty-looking gashes caused by a slashing spell. Draco did not scream or yell despite all this. But Harry could see that Draco was crying and suffering. The moonlight reflected on Draco's tears to form two silvery tracks on Draco's cheeks.

"This, Harry, is the punishment for betraying me."

"You sick fuck!"

"Crucio."

Draco's piercing scream filled the quiet school ground.

"Oi! Harry! Wake up, mate," Ron said sleepily and yawned loudly.

"Ron?"

"Nightmare?"

Harry nodded silently.

"What did you dream about? You were thrashing around. I thought you were having a fit or something. Was it about You-Know-Who?"

Harry shook his head quickly and flushed. He hated lying to Ron but he didn't want to worry him unnecessarily. Besides, Ron already had enough trouble of his own to last him for this lifetime. Harry wouldn't want to burden him with his silly nightmare. It probably meant nothing.

And he could just imagine Ron's face when Harry told him about his nightmare. Eyes wide with a mixture of fear and worry, mouth slightly opened from the shock, cheeks flushed. No, Harry decided, definitely shouldn't tell Ron.

"Go back to sleep, Ron. I'm okay."

"You sure?"

"Yea, I'm sure. Go on."

"Alright. Night, Harry."

"Night."

Harry stayed awake for the rest of the night.

The past two weeks had been hell for Harry. Snape hadn't bothered to brew the potions and so Harry was blind, helpless and pregnant.

Pregnant.

Harry had told his housemates all about the pregnancy the evening he got back from the infirmary. Yes, some of them were shocked as hell but it had gone rather well, with only a few insults and a dozen hexes thrown at him. Cock-sucker. Filthy slut.

Saying Ron was shocked would be an understatement. He was bloody furious at Harry for not telling him earlier. He flew into a rage when Harry refused to tell him who was the father of the child and he ignored Harry for two whole days before finally speaking to him again, albeit it never went more than two syllables.

Hermione was different and in a way Harry was surprised at how well she was taking the news. She was not shocked or angry. Instead, she was silent as she listened to all Harry had to say. Then she had wordlessly wrapped her arms around Harry and congratulated him on becoming a father.

As soon as Harry finished telling the Gryffindors about his condition, Hermione had cast a rather complex spell over all of them to prevent them from blabbing Harry's secret to other people, especially the Slytherins, who would no doubt pass the information on to Voldemort. The spell rendered all the Gryffindors in the room, except Harry, incapable of revealing his secret. They would remember it but they could not speak or reveal it in any way unless the spell was lifted.

Draco was a different matter altogether. Despite everything that Draco had done, Harry just couldn't find the energy to hate him anymore. The initial anger and hatred had changed along the way. It had changed into regret and a dull ache that Harry had tucked safely in his heart. It annoyed the hell out of Harry to admit it but he knew he couldn't deny it no matter how hard he tried.

Draco was still very important to him.

No matter, Draco was obviously avoiding him. He had not heard Draco's voice for more than a week, not even in classes. And to make matters worse, Draco's presence was replaced by bloody Blaise Zabini, who couldn't keep his hands off Harry.

"Zabini, kindly refrain from openly ogling at Potter at the dining table. It's quite disgusting," Draco said crossly as he neatly dished some mashed potatoes onto his plate.

"Aww, Draco, I just couldn't help it. Just look at him. Look at him! He's gorgeous. How could I have missed that all these years?"

Draco rolled his eyes and said, "Disgusting. Potter is the most hideous creature I've ever had the misfortune of laying my eyes on. Just look at him. His hair is always messy, his grin is lopsided, his horrible glasses and that scar on his forehead. Ghastly. Surely you can do better than that, Zabini."

"For someone who claims to hate him, you sure noticed a lot about Potter. Looks like you've been watching him quite a lot yourself too, Malfoy," said Blaise with narrowed eyes.

"Just being observant, is all."

Blaise seemed to be satisfied with Draco's answer because he dropped the subject and went back to raping Harry with his eyes.

"Do you think Potter's a virgin?" Blaise said suddenly, causing the girls around him to giggle.

Draco choked and quickly covered that with a cough.

"Zabini! We're eating, in case you haven't noticed that!" snapped Draco impatiently.

"I bet he's still a virgin," said Blaise dreamily, completely ignoring Draco.

No he's not a virgin, you fuckwit! Draco wanted to scream at Blaise. He lost his virginity to ME! Willingly. How dare you talk about him like he was some common tart! How dare you even speak about him in front of ME!

Draco settled with an impatient nod.

"I'm going to get him, Draco."

Slightly alarmed by the determination in Blaise's eyes, Draco said flatly, "And how do you intend to do that?"

"You'll see. You'll see."

Mornings are horrible, especially if you're blind, helpless and pregnant.

As Harry walked towards the Great Hall with Hermione and Ron on either side of him bickering about heavens know what, Harry felt a sense of foreboding settling at the pit of his stomach. There's something wrong. I know there must be something wrong today.

"Harry! Are you okay? You kinda spaced out a little there," Ron observed.

Harry nodded.

"By the way, we're nearly at the steps. Be careful."

As soon as he set foot in the Great Hall, Harry knew immediately that something was wrong. The usual chatter and laughter was missing. Instead, the hall was eerily silent and Harry had a feeling that it was all about of him. Beside him, Hermione and Ron were silent too. Then, Hermione leaned over and whispered, "Do you know what all this is about, Harry?"

Harry shook his head and began walking to the Gryffindor table.

Several catcalls broke out and the table at the extreme left started laughing loudly. Slytherins. Harry ignored them but when he sat down in between Ron and Hermione, coughs that sounded suspiciously like Slytherin's slut and traitor began appearing too.

Harry felt blood drained away from his face and he began trembling uncontrollably. So they've finally found out who's the father. Harry thought sullenly.

"Harry, there are some photographs of you and Malfoy, erm, having relations," Hermione whispered uncomfortably into his ears. Harry doesn't need eyes to know that Hermione was probably blushing like mad when she said that.

"Harry, I want to know the truth. Is Malfoy the father of your child?" her voice had dropped to a whisper so soft that it was barely audible.

"I- I-,"

Ron stood up suddenly and left the table without another word.

"Ron!" Hermione and Harry called out together and whispers broke out around the hall at the fall out of the Golden Trio.

Harry sighed heavily and buried his head in his arms. Why must everything go wrong? I already lost Draco. Please don't let me lose Ron too. I won't be able to take it. It's too much. I must leave this place and escape from all this.

"Harry, please tell me the truth. Is Malfoy the father?"

"Hey! Malfoy! Tell us, was Potter a good fuck?"

"Yeah, did he moan and beg you to bugger him like the slut that he is?"

Everybody in the hall except the Gryffindors and the professors started laughing and Harry wanted to die then.

"SILENCE," Dumbledore bellowed.

Harry stood up quickly and left the hall without another word, silent tears flowing down his cheeks.

A/N: First off, a big thank you to my beta Ayane. Second, a big thank you to all of you who bothered to wait. I know it's been such a long time but I hope it was worth the wait. Remember to drop me a review! I'll really really appreciate it.

Anyway, question for this chapter. Happy or sad ending?

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