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CHAPTER 2

"'Arry! Eet has been so long!" Simpered Fleur as she kissed Harry on both cheeks, her wedding veil tickling his neck as she did so. It was a surprisingly warm valentine's night at the burrow, the location of Bill and Fleur's nuptials. Bill gave Harry a grimace, which was probably meant to be a smile, but as his face was still obscured in scars, it was hard to tell. Harry proceeded to the living room, which played host to the reception, with large wooden table spread mile high with Molly Weasly's cooking. And they're in a corner table sat Ron and Hermione. "Harry, "they squealed and Hermione engulfed him in embrace. 'How are you, Mate?" said Ron as he cuffed him on the shoulder. They sat down.

"So "said Harry"whats up at Hogwarts?"

"Oh well keeping busy, you know. I've decided I want to become a teacher, except I can't make up my mind about which subject." Hermione babbled in her hurried way.

"And they've made me quidditch captain since you left." Said Ron.

Harry noticed that to the right of him there was an extra plate of half eaten food, and an empty chair," who was sitting here?"

"It was. Ouch!" Ron turned red and started to massage his knee under the table" What did you kick me for?"

"Sorry, I slipped." Said Hermione unconvincingly, so that Harry had the notion that she had not wanted Ron to say what he was about to say.

"Excuse me sir, may i take your coat" piped a small voice from slightly under the table. Harry looked down and saw a houself staring up at him. He turned to Ron" when did you get a houself?"

"Fred and George hired them for the party."

"Oh Harry don't be silly, can't you take your own cloak to the room?"

"Hermione your not still hung up about that spew? Are you? "

"Well maybe I am. He wont is needing you sorry." She dismissed the elf and turned to Harry" The cloak room is down the hall."

"That's ok I'm fine…"

"Harry," interrupted Hermione" Go to the cloak room", she said giving him a significant glance.
"Alright, alright!"

Once inside the room, which on any other occasion must have been Mr. and Mrs. Weasly's bedroom, Harry set his cloak down on the bed and looked up. He saw with some astonishment that he was not alone. Someone, a woman was standing with her back to him, he could see her face in the mirror she faced that lay atop the dresser. But no reflection was needed for he was sure he would know that silhouette anywhere. Her brown hair was waist length now and pulled into a loose braid and she was wearing a sapphire blue dress that would have matched her eyes.

"Hello Demetra."

Without even turning around she said" Don't talk to me, Potter."

"What?"

"I'm trying hard to keep my temper, I even left the table to avoid you, now please go away."

Harry was taken aback. Granted he had not expected her to leap into his arms, however welcome that would be, but he did not anticipate this sudden coldness. It stirred a fire in him and he replied angrily." What the hell have I done Demetra? What could you possibly have to loose your temper at?"

As soon as he said it he realized he had gone too far but he didn't care. She turned around furiously.

"Lets think about that, shall we. What could possibly make me mad! You left me Harry! You swore you loved me, or was that just so you could sleep with me? I suppose you thought using Voldemort, as an excuse would get you out of trouble. Well it bloody well doesn't! You…"

"Demetra." the rage had drained from him and was immediately replaced by shock. At first it had seemed as if nothing had changed in Demetra's appearance, but when she turned around he saw that her stomach was swollen to enormous proportions. She was pregnant. He put his arms around her and murmured into her hair"Demetra, you're…, I'm so sorry."

She pushed him bodily away" Oh don't you take credit for that, potter, don't even assume! I know you may think you are the center of every thing but you are not the father! Get over yourself!" She reached out to slap his face but he grabbed both her arms and held her at the shoulders, restraining her." Let go!" She screamed, but he wouldn't. Her breathing was heavy but he could feel the rage ebbing out of her. Her eyes to his surprise were wet and he saw she was biting the inside of her lip to keep from crying.

"Damn it Potter, Harry, I thought you knew me better. I hate it when you get all noble. Didn't you know I'd have rather faced a thousand deaths than loose you? God, now I'm getting all sappy, I promised myself I wouldn't."

Harry let go of her. His self-control was wavering; he let go of her and instead reached a finger to her cheek to wipe away a tear. He couldn't stop himself; he began to caress her face, tracing her features with his fingers and knuckles.

"Stop," she said feebly her voice muddled with sobs" Please don't, Harry you're making it very hard to hate you."

Without logic, relying on sheer instinct of the moment, he cupped her chin and started to raise her head to receive his kiss.

"And besides," she breathed, when they were centimeters apart,' what would voldemort think?"

Her words brought him back to his senses and he backed away. She was sitting on the bed he hand on her stomach" No, I was being stupid. It was really brave and decent of you to, to do what you did so I wouldn't get hurt. I respect you for that." Her moods seemed to change very rapidly for now she was grinning at him" So Harry what have you been up to?"

He could not believe that she could be so casual, without even a slight explanation as to her condition. "I think I need to know what you've been up to as well."

"Whatever do you mean?" she said teasingly.

"Demetra, who's the father?"

She took a deep breath, the smile slowly fading from her lips interchanged by a grim smirk
"Draco Malfoy."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ha-ha! My first cliffhanger, my mom must be so proud. Stay tuned for chapter 3 it gets juicier, trust me. As I only have access to the Internet on weekends you might have to wait a while, but rest assured, it'll be worth it. Thanks to all who reviewed, but I really do need more. Hugs!