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"Hey! Potter! Harry!"

"Oh my God! Is that you? Blaise Zabini?"

"Yes. That is absolutely correct!" said Blaise.

"I didn't expect to see you here, after what, four years?"

"Well, I guess it's fate," said Blaise as he winked at Harry. "By the way, you look really good."

Harry blushed hotly and then said, "Thanks, you look good too. Where is Pansy?"

"Oh, her. I left her in America," answered Blaise casually.

"Why? Weren't you two married?" asked Harry, genuinely curious.

"I divorced that bitch. She was cheating on me with some woman! Can you imagine that? Slut!"

Harry almost laughed out loud at the similarities between Blaise's and his conditions. Both their partners cheated on them. He wanted to answer, "Yes, of course I can imagine that. Your best friend cheated on me a few days ago," but he kept his mouth shut and let Blaise continue.

"Besides, I realized I'm gay."

Harry's eyes widened and they grew as big as saucers after he heard Blaise's last remark. Blaise just chuckled and said, "Hey, where's Drake anyway?"

"It's a long story…"

"Great! Why don't we have dinner together so you can tell me all about it?"

"Yeah… I guess it's okay…"

"Come on then, I know a perfect place nearby."

Harry's eyes raked over Blaise's athletically built body. He couldn't help but notice that Blaise's got a nice bum – nice, round and cute. Harry Potter! You are such a pervert! Get that thought out of your filthy mind RIGHT NOW!!

"What? It's not even my fault… It's the hormones' fault…" Harry mumbled quietly to himself.

"Ronald Weasley! Are you even listening to me?" asked Hermione irritably as she watched Ron greedily eating his third serving of shepherd's pie. "If you continue eating like that, you'll become the next Crabbe!"

Ron had the grace to wipe his mouth before saying, "Love, can't we talk about whatever you wanted to talk about later? After I finish eating please? I'm starved…"

"No! This is really important…" Hermione insisted stubbornly.

"Alright then… Spill," grumbled Ron.

"Oh, forget it! Continue eating, you horrible person,"

"Yes! I love you, dear," ignoring Hermione's last comment about him being a horrible person, Ron beamed at her with delight.

"WHAT???"

"Shh… Blaise, softer…" said Harry while gesturing for Blaise to sit down.

"B-But how? Who? Why? When?"

"I came home one day and stumbled upon Wood and Draco together, in bed…"

"Wood? As in the Gryffindor Quidditch captain Wood?" Blaise asked incredulously.

"Yeah… That's the one…"

"Are you sure, Harry?"

"Of course I'm sure! I saw it myself!"

"But Draco loves you…"

"I thought so too…" said Harry quietly, avoiding eye contact with Blaise.

"Draco's such an arse! That bastard! How could he do that to you?" said Blaise angrily, clenching his fists tightly.

Blaise was pissed by Draco's behavior. He had such a wonderful husband but he didn't know how to treasure it. Blaise felt a strong surge of protectiveness towards Harry. Although Harry was trying not to show it, Blaise could clearly see that the mentioning of Draco's name still brought pain to him.

Remember to beat Draco to a pulp when I see him! Blaise thought furiously.

"Look, Blaise… Do you mind changing the subject?" Harry said suddenly with a forced smile.

"Sure, Harry, what do you want to talk about?"

"Um… I don't really know," said Harry while twiddling with his thumbs in embarrassment.

Blaise looked at Harry with amusement before he burst out laughing. Harry looked at him oddly and wondered what he was laughing about. But Blaise's laughter was infectious and Harry soon found himself laughing along with him.

Harry kept running, his heart pounding painfully. He was in a tunnel, a dark tunnel. He kept running. There was a hint of light in front of him. Suddenly, he burst into the light. His eyes were momentarily blinded by the brightness.

He looked around him curiously and found that he was in a familiar looking garden. He was so thirsty. He went to the beautiful fountain and took a drink from it. Then he felt a sharp tug behind his navel.

When he opened his eyes he was in his room. He was lying on his and Draco's bed. He turned around and found that Draco was sleeping peacefully beside him. He reached out and stroked Draco's face. Then Draco opened his eyes and smiled at Harry.

"You're back," he said softly.

Draco moved closer to Harry and wrapped his arms around Harry's neck. His soft lips found Harry's and they kissed passionately. Draco's tongue found its way into Harry's mouth and proceeded to explore it.

"I missed you…" Draco pulled away and said breathlessly into Harry's ears.

"I know…"

Then Draco's talented mouth was on Harry's neck. Sucking and nibbling the sensitive flesh. All Harry could do was moan while Draco's hands unbuttoned his shirt. Draco's fingers lingered on his skin, stroking the tanned skin expertly.

Draco's kisses moved southward and left a wet trail of spit on Harry's chest. Draco dipped his tongue inside Harry's navel and Harry went completely silent before he bucked his hips uncontrollably. Harry was moaning incoherently at this point. Draco smirked and continued his assault on Harry's navel.

"Oh… Draco…"

Draco gave the navel one last kiss before Harry climaxed violently.

"Wow! That was a nice dream!" Harry regretted what he said because he suddenly felt the urge to vomit. He sat up quickly and threw the dirty sheets to one side before he ran for the bathroom to empty his stomach's contents.

The vomiting ended 10 minutes later to Harry's relief. He pulled on his robe and went to the kitchen to make some breakfast for himself.

"Um… I'm craving for some peanut butter and tuna sandwich,"

After he finally made his breakfast, Harry looked at it in disgust. Yikes! Who'll put peanut butter and tuna together??

"Why are you doing this to me? Why are you making me eat this?" asked Harry while looking at his tummy.

He was just about to take his first bite when the doorbell rang. Harry wondered who was so free to look for him so early in the morning. All of his friends were lazy people who enjoyed sleeping. The only abnormal one was Draco; he hated sleeping and thought of it as a waste of time. But it couldn't be…

Harry opened the door and was greeted by the sight of a gorgeous Draco holding a bouquet of equally gorgeous blood red roses. Harry stared at Draco in shock and the images of last night's dream came rushing back to him. Harry blushed at the memory.

Draco gave Harry his most charming smile and Harry nearly melted on the spot. "Well, Harry, aren't you going to invite me in?"

"Um… I… Come in, Draco," said Harry nervously.

Harry watched Draco moved gracefully to the sofa and sit down, placing the roses carefully on the table. Draco was surveying Harry's special sandwich closely so Harry said, "You want some, Draco?" offering the sandwich to Draco.

"Is that peanut butter and tuna?"

"Yes…" said Harry slowly.

Draco looked at Harry strangely before shaking his head and saying, "No, thank you." He looked almost scared at the idea of eating the sandwich.

Harry mentally slapped himself and thought, Shit! You are an idiot, Harry! What if Draco suspects you're pregnant? Only pregnant people eat disgusting stuff like that. Why are you so stupid? Stupid! Stupid! STUPID!

"Are you sure, Draco? Somebody told me this sandwich will help you de-stress," Harry lied smoothly. "It's a secret recipe, you know,"

"Thanks, but no thanks."

Draco was trying to keep his charming smile on his face but he was finding it very hard to do so; especially with a cute looking Harry trying to persuade him to eat that disgusting sandwich. Although he loved Harry very much, he wasn't going to eat that thing, no matter what Harry said. But Harry looked so cute, with his messy black hair, pouty red lips and bright emerald eyes.

Harry's eyes, they are always so intense, Draco could get lost in them forever. But there's always a hint of something else in Harry's eyes, like he knows something that you don't, a secret. Draco remembered all the days he woke up just to see Harry's beautiful eyes staring at him lovingly. Draco remembered the way Harry's eyes darken with lust when they made love. Draco remembered the way Harry's eyes misted with tears. Draco remembered the unshed tears rolling in Harry's eyes when Harry caught him…

"Draco, please excuse me for a second," Harry said suddenly. "I need to go to the bathroom, it's rather urgent."

"Sure, Harry, take your time."

Harry rushed to the bathroom and shut the door hurriedly. He let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding the moment he shut the door. He leaned against the door and panted heavily. He almost lost control and ravished Draco right there just now. Harry sat inside the bath tub and sighed. He needed to think.

"What was I doing? Acting like some love sick school girl just now… I'm supposed to be angry!" Harry scolded himself. "Besides, I should act as though I don't give a stupid heck about him… that way he'll lose interest and patience with me and move on… He'll be free to be with Oliver…"

Then he touched his stomach and said quietly, "Hey, little one, that's your other father… Gorgeous, isn't he? I love him so much…"

"Alright, Harry, be strong!" Harry said to himself. "Go outside and show him that you don't need him."

Harry walked to the sink and splashed himself in the face with some cold water. "Be strong, Harry!" he said to his reflection in the muggle mirror and slapping himself lightly.

"Draco," said Harry.

"Yes, Harry?" asked Draco. He was looking straight at Harry.

"Why are you here, Drake?"

"I came here because I wanted to see you. I missed you so much, Harry," said Draco sincerely.

Draco looked so clean and fresh in his favourite gray shirt. All Harry wanted to do was to hold him and rain kisses all over his flawless face, to tell Draco he forgives him, to tell Draco all about their unborn child… But instead, he said, "I saw Blaise yesterday."

"Really? Where?"

"Yeah… I saw him in the park yesterday… He just came back from America…We went for dinner after that."

"You and him? Alone?" Draco asked jealously.

Harry noticed Draco was jealous because his smile was forced and he was clenching his fist. His gray eyes had also become a darker gray, like the colour of steel. Harry couldn't stop himself from doing a little silly dance inside his head after seeing Draco's reaction.

"He looked really good too. I think he grew taller and his body-" Harry added, just to make Draco even more jealous.

"Really? Did you see Pansy then?" interrupted Draco with a frown on his face. He was trying to control his rising temper.

"Oh, no, they DIVORCED because Pansy was CHEATING on Blaise behind his back," Draco winced when Harry emphasized the words divorced and cheating.

"And Blaise told me he's gay," Harry continued before Draco had the chance to reply.

"WHAT?? He's gay?!"

"Yes, Draco, he is gay. I think he's pretty cool."

"Blaise is nothing but an obnoxious little bugger," said Draco flatly.

"Hey! Don't say that! You're not so good yourself…" scolded Harry.

Draco was positively jealous now because his nostrils flared. He placed his hand possessively on Harry's and stared straight into his eyes.

"Harry, forgive me," Draco said.

"Draco, stop making this harder for both of us."

"I love you, Harry."

"Just go and be with Oliver! You have my blessing!" Harry was on the verge of crying. He could see that Draco was being honest but he was still rather pissed by Draco's betrayal.

"Harry, you have to believe me, please! I never loved Oliver. The only one I loved is you!"

Harry kept quiet. He knew that Draco was threatened by Blaise's sudden appearance and his unusual interest in Blaise.

"You can feed me Veritaserum. I will take it. The answer will still be the same – I love you – because I'm telling you the truth, love. You have to believe me…"

Harry cried. He was deeply touched by Draco's sincerity. He knew that Draco was opening up his heart to him whenever Draco stared deeply into his eyes and talks to him. Draco was, on the other hand, feeling very vulnerable and was praying to all Gods that Harry wouldn't turn him down. He was not, however, prepared to see Harry's silent tearful face. Draco held him close and cooed soothing voices into his ears softly.

"Did I just say something wrong, love?" asked Draco, worried that he said something that upset Harry.

"N-No… It's just… I don't know what got into me today…" Harry sobbed.

"Does this mean you forgive me?" asked Draco hopefully. He was still rubbing Harry's back soothingly.

"No," Harry said. "But I'm willing to give us another try."

Draco's only response was to hug Harry tighter. "Thank you, Harry…" He kissed Harry gently and Harry responded almost immediately. It wasn't a passionate kiss, it was just a simple loving kiss but it made Harry felt safe and loved. Harry felt a tingling sensation in his stomach and thought, you agree too, eh?

P.S: Draco WILL know about the baby. Don't worry!

A/N: Hello everyone!!! I just came back from Malaysia and it's such a wonderful place!!! Anyway, I'm sorry for making you guys wait... I wanna thank all those who reviewed... You guys made me feel so loved... And thank Kristabob and Ayane too! I hope you guys like this chapter. Let me know what you think, k? Till next time then!