Sorry sorry for the last chap! I know it was short, but I think it was good for just having fifteen minutes to write it! Don't you think? I don't think I'm going to like this chap. I have lost all inspiration and all the ideas I had for this fic… ACK!
Many ask the same question and here is the answer: yes, I'll try to write Draco pregnancy even if it is my first MPRG…
And flamers… WHY THE HEXX READ THE FIC WHEN YOU KNOW IT'S SLASH!
Until I have my computer fixed the chaps will be shorter. Sorry… I promise to make them longer again when I get my computer back… along with my inspiration…
Betareader: Princesspepper
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Chapter Nine: Flutter
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Hermione looked up when she heard the door to the boys' dorm open. She was sitting cross-legged on Harry's bed, waiting for him. Before her, her homework was laid out on the bed. Her eyes traveled to the door and spotted the black-haired teen she had been waiting for. She smiled as Harry turned to leave. "Come back here, Harry. I need to talk to you," she said.
Harry sighed. 'I should've known I couldn't escape from her,' he cursed mentally. He moved to his bed where Hermione was placing her things in her school bag. "Why are you here and not in The Great Hall, Hermione? You aren't the type that misses dinner," he said, sitting down on the bed.
Hermione threw him a sweet smile and turned to face him properly. "As I said, I need to talk to you. It's really important," she said, taking Harry's hand in hers. She looked up into his emerald eyes and tilted her head. "How long were you going to avoid telling me? I mean, it's so obvious."
Harry blinked. 'What is she talking about?' "What? Tell you what?" he asked; truly confused.
Hermione's smile dropped slightly. "You weren't going to tell me about you and Draco?" she asked. She couldn't help but feeling a bit hurt. Harry never kept secrets from her. Ron was another story…
Harry's eyes went wide and all the blood ran from his face. She knew about Draco… 'Crap…' "Hermione, please… there's nothing between the two of us. If you are referring to the thing in Hogsmeade…"
"No, Harry. Not just that," the brunette cut Harry of. She turned her head to the side, avoiding Harry's emerald eyes. "I must admit that I have been worried about you ever since we came to Hogwarts. You have avoided me and Ron and you have gone missing for long periods of time. I knew that you had a huge crush on him, but there was something more that that. I saw it when you followed him out from The Great Hall at the beginning of the school year. I followed you once; the time you left in the middle of Charms. I knew that there was something you weren't telling the Professor, so I asked if I could follow you to the hospital wing. I lost you on the way, and a little while later I ran into Blaise. He asked me if I had seen Draco, but of course I hadn't. I thought it was strange that both you and Draco had vanished. Anyhow, I walked down the hall he had come from and I saw you two standing there. I didn't hear anything, but I was a bit shocked when he kissed you," she told Harry. She looked back at the boy. "Are you going to tell me now?" she asked.
Harry sighed and buried his face in his hands. He had promised Draco that he wouldn't say a word to anyone, and that included Hermione. 'I can't say anything about the spell… Draco would never forgive me. It's taken me so long to gain his trust and I ain't gonna blow it now. What will I say to Hermione…?' He took a deep breath and lifted his head. "Listen, Hermione, you are my friend and all, and I forgive you for sneaking around behind my back, but I can't tell you the truth just yet. Draco and I have something we need to work out before I can utter a word about it to you or Ron. I'm sorry, 'Mione, but please understand…" he said, taking the girl's hands in his. "When Draco says that its okay to, I'll tell you first, okay?" he asked.
Hermione nodded and smiled. "Thanks Harry, it means a lot to me. I won't tell Ron about this little discussion, or the thing between you two, but he is clever for a Weasley, so don't be surprised if he finds out on his own," she said before picking up her bag and moving towards the door. "And Harry, one more thing…" she said as she opened the door.
Harry looked up at the brown haired girl. "What is it?" he asked.
Hermione smiled and pulled out a piece of paper from her robe pocket. "Draco wants to meet you at your little 'secret place,'" she smiled and waved the paper in the air. She saw the confused look on Harry's face then a frown. "And before you accuse me for going through your stuff and so on, Draco told me to give this to you. He wants to see you six o'clock sharp, and he said, 'Don't be late,'" she said, letting the note go and leaving the room with a huge smile on her face.
Harry accio'd the note to himself, and spotted Draco's familiar handwriting. 'I need to talk to Draco about this. He actually made contact with Hermione? Now I'm confused' he thought, looking at the clock. "Crap, I only have six minutes to get there!"
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Draco paced in the small room that only he and Harry knew about. He looked at the wristwatch on his left wrist and sighed. "He's late. I'll wait two more minutes before I leave," he muttered, sitting down.
"That won't be necessary, Draco."
Without looking Draco already knew who was behind him. "Do take a seat, Harry, we have a lot to discuss," he said, and then pointed to the second armchair across from his.
Harry sat down with a deep sigh, and rested his elbows on his knees. "Sorry about being late, but Hermione gave me the note at the last second," he panted. "I had to run though a couple of first-year Ravenclaws to get here on time."
Draco blinked and ran a hand through his loose golden locks. "That's odd. I gave her the note an hour ago. Did it really take her that long to hand you one note?" he asked, and then poured himself a warm cup of tea, which he had prepared beforehand. For a boy who lived in a house where he got everything served to him without lifting a finger, Draco knew how to make good tea and cookies. Not that he would tell Harry that he liked to bake.
Harry pushed his cup towards the blond, wanting Draco to fill his as well. "That reminds me. Two spoons of sugar please," he said when Draco lifted the sugar bowl.
"You remember that you like sugar with your tea? You're an odd character… sugar in tea… blech…"
Harry shook his head with a smile. "No, that was not what I meant to ask. Did you speak to Hermione, or did you threaten her like you did with Ron when you challenged me to a wand duel in first year?" he asked, sipping his tea. "And just for the record, I like sweet tea…"
Draco shook his head and laughed. "That was the old me. At that time I didn't know that my father would give me to The Dark Lord. No, I asked her kindly to give you my message. She knows, Harry," he said, without looking up from the green tea that swirled around in his cup.
Harry nodded. "Yeah. That's why I'm late. She wanted me to tell her about you and me," he said. He saw Draco tense, so he quickly continued. "But I didn't tell her about the curse or anything like that! I admitted that there was something between us but not what. I said that I would tell her when it was okay with you. You know that I wouldn't betray your trust by telling her without talking to you first," he said, and then reached over the table to take Draco's hand in his. 'What's with me and hand touching today?' he thought all of a sudden.
Draco could feel his heart flutter. Just like it had earlier that morning, when he had realised that he… "Thanks, Harry. I'm glad that you didn't tell her now. There are still things we need to do before we can tell her, but when I say 'tell her' I mean only her! Not Weasley! I know I'm not being mean to him any longer, but still, there are things I just won't share with him," he said, and then put the cup down on the table to free his hand.
Harry smiled. "You almost sounded like your old self there, Draco. Now, what did you want to speak to me about? I've got tons of homework, and I still haven't figured out the riddle we received in Muggle studies," he said, taking a cookie.
Draco laughed. "You still haven't figured out the riddle? It's so easy! I won't say what it is, but I'm surprised that you, of all people, haven't figured it out yet!" he said, placing his hands in his lap. "Harry, the reason I wanted to speak to you is because I have realised something," he said, looking deep into the sparkling emerald eyes.
Harry tilted his head. "And what is that?" 'Does it have to do with the curse?' he wondered.
Draco smiled, waving his hand towards himself. 'Come closer and figure it out' he thought, answering the black-haired teen's question.
Harry cursed himself mentally. He still had to work on blocking the link between them when he wanted some privacy. Not wanting to keep the other boy waiting, he leaned over the table, holding himself up with his arms, which were placed on the tabletop. "Now what did you realis…" he started, but was cut of by a pair of soft warms lips upon his own.
Draco placed his hands on Harry's cheeks to hold him still as he pressed harder on the boy's lips. His heart fluttered again, and Draco smiled against the stunned boy's lips. 'This feels right. Who knew I would fall for Harry Potter?' he thought, pulling back, his cheeks warm with a blush.
Harry just stood there for a few seconds, the kiss sinking in slowly. Looking into the duo coloured eyes, Harry smiled. "Why did you do that for? Usually you kiss me as a reward for something."
Draco rolled his eyes and sighed. "I've realised that it's not impossible…"
"Not impossible… what?"
Draco leaned close to Harry again and smiled softly. "… that it's not impossible to love you, Harry James Potter. I love you," he said, now blushing harder.
Harry laughed and bounced around the table to sit in Draco's lap. Wrapping his arms around the blonde's neck, he hugged him hard. "Do you know how long I have waited to hear those words from you?" he asked, pulling back slightly.
"No I don't" Draco answered honestly. What else could he do? Lie? Not that that would work—Harry would find out the moment he thought up the lie. Curse the curse!
Harry closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Draco's. "I have waited forever," he said, his breath warm against Draco's cheek.
Draco made a noise and pushed Harry back, a playful frown on his face. "Don't get all mushy on me! These robes are clean," he said, and then giggled at Harry as the black-haired teen stuck his tongue out at him. "No seriously, I love you but…"
Harry lost his smile and looked at Draco. "Don't tell me that you love me because of the curse? I would hate it if you felt that way…"
Draco shook his head violently. "NO! It is not because of the curse… but what I wanted to say was… I want to start a relationship with you, but I need time to learn how to love you. In my home, there is no love to learn from…" he said, fiddling with the sleeve of Harry's robe. "I want to learn how to express myself and such. How to be a good boyfriend… and soon, much more."
Harry stroked the blonde's hair and nodded. "You can have all the time you want, love. I'll teach you everything I know…" he said, and then began kissing the blond strands between his fingers.
Draco smirked and pushed the boy off his lap and onto the floor. "I told you not to get all mushy on me, and you're heavy!" he smirked, standing up.
Harry tripped the blond and made him land on his butt before him. Holding Draco close to him he smiled. "Tease…"
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Pansy backed away from the door that lead to the secret room, which both Draco and Harry had entered. She had been shocked when she discovered that there was a door behind the wall. She had been listening closely to what the two had been talking about, but she could only hear things that they spoke about loudly. She had heard Draco confess his love for Harry… and strangely… it didn't make her all that upset.
Brushing her hair behind one ear she started walking down the hall. She wasn't angry with Draco or Harry. No…
She knew just the thing to break them apart….
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Evil Pansy… I like it… he he….
