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"Ah, finally home!" An exhausted Harry Potter slumped on the plush sofa.

He looked around the tastefully decorated apartment and sighed in defeat. Everything reminded him so much of Draco. There were numerous photos of Draco and Harry. They looked so happy in every photo; neither knew that their relationship would end that way.

"Luckily I bought this penthouse two years ago," said Harry to himself. He hadn't been to his own house for nearly one year. The last time he was here he had a serious row with Draco and he desperately needed a place to stay.

He walked to the balcony and looked down. "Everything looked so small from this view," Harry muttered.

Then he went to the master bedroom and was surprised to find Hedwig there. He patted Hedwig's head lovingly and noticed that there was a letter tied to her leg. Harry untied the parchment and took a look at it. He recognised Hermione's neat handwriting immediately.

He sat down on the bed and began reading the letter.

Dear Harry,

How are you? Ron and I hope that you're okay. Have you forgiven Draco? That was a really silly thing you did, Harry!

Anyway, come to my house tomorrow, Harry. I'll cook something nice for you and we can have our little talk then. I won't take no for an answer. See you tomorrow!

Lots of love,

Hermione

Harry put the parchment down and sighed heavily. He couldn't believe Hermione; she could be so bossy, demanding, annoying and infuriating sometimes. "Do you think I can deceive Hermione tomorrow? I'm afraid she'll find out about this," a distraught Harry asked Hedwig as he pointed to his stomach.

Since Hedwig could do nothing but hoot, Harry continued, "If she finds out, Draco will know too. I don't want Draco to know... Tell me what I should do, Hedwig."

Harry lay wide awake on his bed and stared at the ceiling. It was past midnight and Harry couldn't sleep. He tried counting sheep and drinking warm milk but nothing worked. The moment he closed his eyes, the image of Draco shagging Oliver will come back to haunt him again. He sat up and went to the window. It was raining heavily. Large raindrops beat against the glass and Harry couldn't see anything.

His calloused hands went to rub his tummy again.

"Hey there, little one, I'm your daddy. How're you doing inside my tummy? Is it comfortable enough?" asked Harry lovingly.

"I'm sorry, darling... I wanted to get rid of you at first... I was so lost, so confused and I had nobody to turn to... But you know what changed my mind? It was your little heartbeat that changed my mind. Hearing your heartbeat for the first time made me realise just how much I love you..."

"I could teach you how to ride a broom and we could play Quidditch together. It's a rough sport but I'm certain you'll like it very much... just like your fathers..."

"You have another father, you know... His name is Draco and he's the most amazing person in the world. I love him as much as I love you... I'm sure you'll love him too... But he doesn't know you exist," Harry stopped talking to compose himself as he felt silent tears welling up his eyes.

"He doesn't know you exist because I didn't want him to know..." Harry stopped again when the tears slid down his cheeks.

"I've been crying an awful lot lately, haven't I? But it's okay now because I know you'll be there for me... Don't worry, I'll protect you... Even if I have to sacrifice my life, I'll do it... I want you to know I love you very much, son. I promise I'll be stronger in the future... For you, darling."

The next morning, Harry was awakened by the tapping of the window. Instead of retrieving the letter from Draco's falcon, Harry rushed to the bathroom and puked like there was no tomorrow. He feared that he was going to heave his own stomach out. The retching continued for the next 10 minutes and Harry emerged from the bathroom looking like he just swallowed a whole vial of Gillyweed juice. He was as pale as a ghost.

"Fucking morning sickness!" swore Harry as he made his way gingerly to the window to take the letter from Draco's falcon. Harry studied the letter and noted that Draco's normally elegant handwriting looked shaky and messy.

Dear Harry,

How are you? I hope you're alright. I wrote this letter to apologise to you and to explain what happened since you refused to listen to me. I had no choice but to do this.

I'm sorry I hurt you, Harry. I was an idiot to let Wood talk me into doing something like that. I wasn't thinking. You were the best husband anyone could dream of but I let you down. Harry, please, let me make it up to you. I care about you and hate to see you hurt like this. I love you.

Please come back to me, love. I'm miserable without you. I feel like I'm missing a piece of myself. My life is not complete without you. I couldn't live without you. Give me another chance to prove just how much I love you.

Harry, we've overcame so many obstacles in the past. I don't want us to end just because of a stupid mistake I made. I can never love someone as much as I love you. You're irreplaceable in my heart. We can start all over again. Please, give me another chance. I want you to know that I won't give up so easily. I love you.

Love,

Draco

Harry smiled sadly at the letter and couldn't resist the temptation to smell the beautiful rose attached to the letter. The rose was blood red and the petals were as smooth as silk but smelling the rose was a bad idea because Harry was hit by another wave of nausea and he had to run to the bathroom before he puked on the thick carpet.

Harry decided to take a bath to wash off the disgusting smell of his vomit. He was just about to wallow in self-pity again when he reminded himself that he has to be strong for the baby. He undressed and stood naked in front of the full length mirror.

"Are you not good enough for him?" his 'devil' inner voice asked nastily.

Before his 'angel' inner voice had a chance to reply, Harry shook his head to chase away irritating the voice and firmly, "Yes I am!"

He stroked his flat stomach and wondered when it will finally swell. If he looked closely, he'll be able to see a small bump already forming on his once flat stomach. Harry looked into the muggle mirror and was glad that it stayed quiet. He hated the talking mirror but Draco had insisted on buying it so the mirror could praise Draco's good looks. He noticed with a jolt that his eyes were no longer dead looking. They were bright emerald and filled with something called hope.

"Herm! Open the door!"

"I'm coming, you impatient git."

"Hey! I'm not an impa-" Harry didn't get to finish his sentence because Hermione chose that moment to open the door. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tight. Harry tensed up at first but he relaxed and leaned into her embrace after a moment.

"Harry! I've been waiting for you!"

"Sorry, Herm. I got delayed by some crazy fans outside my apartment." said Harry while scratching his head.

"Are you hurt or something? Do you want to go to St. Mungo's for a check-up? Do you want me to-"

"Herm, stop it! You know I hate it when people fuss over me like that! I'm not a baby! I can take care of myself, thank you very much!" snapped Harry with annoyance.

Hermione noticed something different when he said the word baby but she let it slip and said, "Okay, alright, cool down. No need to snap at me like that. Come in then."

Meanwhile, Draco Malfoy was sulking in his studies at the castle. His usually prefect hair was messy sticking out in every direction.

"Damn Wood! I can't believe he had the audacity to ask me out! Stupid shit!" muttered Draco while tugging at his hair in frustration.

Draco stared at the offending letter in front of him in total disgust. How dare that bloody bastard write to him after everything that happened? He poured himself another glass of Fire Whiskey and walked to the window.

"No flowers eh? Even the flowers are angry with me..." Draco stared at the once colourful garden filled with all sorts of flower that Harry loved so much. Tears gathered on his eyelids, thinking of his Harry again. They had shared so many kisses, so many wonderful memories in that very garden.

"No, I won't give up so easily." A plan formed in Draco's clever mind and he wiped away the damn tears roughly. He quickly adjusted his hair to make sure they were perfect once again and cleared his throat before yelling.

"Dobby! Come here you stupid house elf!"

With a loud cracking sound, Dobby appeared in front of Draco out of thin air. He looked terrified and was shuffling his feet nervously. "Yes, Master Draco?" squeaked Dobby.

"I want you to make the garden beautiful again."

"B-But the garden is beautiful, sir."

"How dare you argue with me? Just do as I said! I don't care what you do to it; I want it to be colourful again by the end of this month. "

"B-But that's three weeks from now..." said Dobby fearfully.

Draco gave him a deathly glare and Dobby looked like he was going to die from hyperventilation.

"Yes, Master Draco. Dobby will do it..."

"Good. Now get lost!" said Draco rudely.

"Here Harry, have some tea," said Hermione as she handed Harry the cup.

"Thanks, Herm." Harry said gratefully before drinking the tea and sighing in satisfaction.

"So..." started Hermione.

"So..." repeated Harry.

"Do you want some muffins? I made some this morning."

"Sure. I'm hungry. Give me food!" said Harry playfully while grinning widely at Hermione.

Hermione shook her head and went to the kitchen. Harry took the time to remind himself not to let slip anything about the baby.

"So, why did you do that, Harry?" said Hermione as she stood behind the bar with her arms crossed.

"What did I do, Herm?" Harry asked innocently while continuing to sip his tea. Harry thought she looked very much like Professor Mcgonagall with her hair tied neatly in a bun and her lips pursed like that.

"You know what I'm talking about, Harry. You shouldn't have done that."

"Oh that! It's my life; I can do whatever I want with it," replied Harry hastily as he stared at Hermione with challenging eyes.

"Harry, you're being selfish here. You almost lost your life! Have you ever thought of what will happen if you die?"

"Yeah... There will be one person less to waste the world's precious natural resources..."

"Harry, be serious! If you die, all hopes will be lost. Voldemort will win!"

Harry's face fell as he heard the accusation in her tone. Harry ignored the hurt he felt and they stared at each other for what seemed like eternity until Harry found his voice again.

"So this is what I am then, a weapon. I'm nothing but a weapon to kill Voldemort," said Harry quietly to himself.

"No, Harry, that's not what I meant."

"I know perfectly well what you mean, Herm. But you know what? I don't want to be the bloody saviour of the wizarding world!" Harry yelled at Hermione.

Hermione was shocked beyond words by Harry's sudden outburst and kept very quiet as she watched Harry's every movement with tearful eyes.

"Do you think I want to be the saviour? Do you think I want to have this stupid scar on my forehead? Do you think I love my fucking life?? I can't even prevent my own husband from cheating on me..."

"Harry, I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry... I was really insensitive to your feelings..." Hermione said, moving towards Harry.

Harry took a step back.

"Hermione, I think I should go now... I just remember I had something urgent to attend to... See you," said Harry hurriedly as he turned to leave.

Harry heard Hermione calling his name before he slammed the door shut.

Shit! Shit! Shit! What have I done again? Why am I always hurting the ones who love me? Harry wondered aimlessly through the neighborhood and found himself in a park. He found a bench and sat down. It wasn't Hermione's fault at all. He felt very guilty for yelling at Hermione but he had no idea why he did that. It was like he was possessed and he had no control over his own emotions.

"What the hell is wrong with me? Must be the damn hormones!"

The park was beautiful. It was full of children running around, chasing each other. The children's laughter filled Harry's ears. The parents were standing nearby and watching their children having fun with loving eyes. The children looked so carefree and happy and Harry felt irrational jealousy seep into his brain. Why can't I be as happy as them?

Harry was so deep in his thoughts that he was startled when he heard someone calling out his name rather loudly.

"Hey, Potter! Harry!"

Harry looked up to see an athletic young man walking towards him. The person was waving madly at him and Harry gasped loudly when he saw who it was.

A/N: Hello everyone! Thank you for your reviews... I love it!! It's the reviews that motivate me to write the story... Really! Thank you Kristabob! And I hope all of you will enjoy this chapter... Don't hesistate to tell me what you feel about the story... It helps me a lot! Good or bad... Bring it on!! Till next time then...