Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter, its characters and settings are the copyrighted works of J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., her publishing companies and affiliates. No profit was made from the writing of this story nor was any malice intended in any way, shape or form to the author or the actors/actresses who so brilliantly have brought them to life.

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In the central torture chamber of Riddle Mansion, a group of Death Eaters were standing in a circle. They were all wearing the same thing – black robe, black gloves and mask that showed only their eyes. The Death Eaters were all lowering their heads respectfully and chanting some kind of ancient spell.

And in the centre of the circle was a man. He was kneeling before a man with a snake-like face – Lord Voldemort, the most feared wizard in the entire wizarding world. The dark lord had a sadistic smirk on his face that oozed evil vibe. He was seated on his throne that the Death Eaters made him because to them, Lord Voldemort is their king.

"Did you do what I asked you to do?"

"Yes, my lord… He was still recovering from his separation from Malfoy. It will work in our favor if we attack now."

"Good, very good. Keep doing what you do and Harry Potter will be dead in no time," said Voldemort to the man.

Voldemort's lips tugged up a tiny bit and he had on his face something that resembled a tight smile. He was very pleased by the information. Harry Potter will not survive his attack this time. He knew that the Potter's union with Malfoy wouldn't last long from the very start and has been waiting for this day to come forever.

"Yes, my lord. I will make sure Harry Potter dies a most horrible death," the man replied eagerly.

The smirk on Voldemort's face disappeared instantly and he kicked the man at his feet hardly. The man fell backwards and landed on the floor with a dull thud.

"Did I say you can kill him? You have to learn to watch your mouth! And for that, you must receive your punishment!"

"Y-Yes, my lord," the man said shakily. He was trembling madly and this made Voldemort even more excited to see him suffer.

"Crucio!" shouted Voldemort ruthlessly.

The torture chamber was suddenly filled with blood curdling screams as the curse hit its target. The man on the floor writhed in agony. The screams soon turned into heart wrenching sobs. The other Death Eaters by the sight watched quietly, unfazed by the appalling sight before them. Finally satisfied by the amount of pain the man was receiving, Voldemort raised his wand and said, "Finite Incantatem."

"Get up on your knees, you pathetic servant!" Voldemort ordered impatiently.

The man quickly scrambled to his knees, afraid of making another mistake, and kissed Voldemort's robe's hem. He wiped away his tears hastily. "Thank you, thank you, my lord," the man said gratefully.

"Remember your mission and stick to your job! Now get out of my sight, you worthless piece of shit!" Voldemort said, looking at the man with obvious distaste.

"Yes, my lord…"

The man practically ran from the room after being told he could go. Voldemort watched him ran away with calculating eyes and laughed madly. His laughter echoed throughout the torture chamber creepily.

"Harry Potter, you'll be dead… I will rise again and the world shall be mine!"

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Meanwhile, in Harry's apartment were two men cuddled up against each other. They were silent, no words were needed and they were glad for the calmness in the room.

Draco was stroking and playing with Harry's jet black hair lovingly. Harry nuzzled Draco's neck affectionately and Draco let out a groan. Oh how he had missed Harry…

Harry leaned into Draco and inhaled deeply. He smiled when Draco's familiar scent reached his nose. He buried his head deeper into Draco's chest and felt extremely safe and warm.

Draco's hands strayed away to Harry's belly and caressed the soft skin there. Harry gasped as Draco's hands expertly touched the sensitive skin of his belly.

"Mmm, Harry, I see you've put on some weight…" said Draco thoughtfully. He thought he felt a very slight bump on Harry's stomach. He was so familiar with Harry's body that he could easily tell when Harry put on weight.

Harry froze after hearing Draco's remark. "Really? You think I'm fat?" The safe feeling he had earlier disappeared completely and was replaced by lots and lots of insecurities. Harry was worried he wasn't good enough for Draco. Harry frowned and looked at Draco, waiting for his reply.

Draco laughed, "No, Harry. I think you're perfect and I don't care if you're fat or skinny. The only thing that matters to me is this," Draco placed his palm directly above Harry's heart and felt the heart beating.

Harry felt a wave of guilt wash over him after Draco said that. The feeling of guilt was horrible. Draco loved him. Draco really loved him. Why didn't he tell Draco about their baby? And if Draco really did love him, why did he cheat on Harry?

"Draco, I need to tell you something…" said Harry suddenly, voice slightly muffled. Harry's heart was beating madly and he could feel his cheeks burning up.

"Yes, love?" Draco asked Harry. His eyes filled with love and adoration as he stared intently at Harry.

Harry had been struggling whether or not to tell Draco about his pregnancy. He knew he was being selfish. He was depriving Draco the right to know about his heir and he was depriving his son a complete family. But he was afraid of another betrayal. He was afraid of another heartache. The question, should I tell him, kept on echoing in his mind and so he made up his mind…

"I… I… I'm…" Harry stuttered.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Draco asked again.

"I'm… hungry…" said Harry finally and he mentally slapped himself.

Hungry?! You! You! You are an idiot, Potter! Why didn't you tell him? He deserves to know it… Stop being such a selfish prick! Haven't you worked up your courage yet? Where is the Gryffindor bravery? JUST TELL HIM!!

Draco looked at his watch and said, "Good Gods! It's three thirty already… No wonder you're hungry. Now that you mentioned it, I feel quite hungry myself too. Should we have lunch then?" Draco gave Harry a boyish grin and held out his hand to Harry.

"Er… That'll be great…" said Harry uncertainly.

Harry couldn't bear to face Draco. He felt so ashamed. He was ashamed by his own behavior. What was he thinking when he obliviated Draco? Draco will be so angry at him for hiding such an important thing from him but Harry knew he had to do it. Draco must know the truth. Maybe not now, but soon, very soon…

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The restaurant was unusually empty. Only one other couple was in there. Harry sighed gratefully. The last thing he needed right now was a whole restaurant full of people pointing and talking about him. He most certainly didn't need or want the extra attention.

Somehow the Daily Prophet had gotten hold of the information that Draco was cheating on Harry. There were now special editions of the Daily Prophet dedicated to reporting Harry and Draco's love life. Draco was now one of the most hated people in the wizarding world, right after Lord Voldemort. There was a lot of speculation and guesses on who destroyed the savior's happiness. Even Ron was a suspect.

"Harry? Are you alright?"

"I'm alright, Draco."

A waiter suddenly appeared out of nowhere and stood beside the table waiting to take their orders. Harry looked up and the waiter's eyes widened considerably when he saw the famous scar on Harry's forehead. Harry just rolled his eyes and frowned, irritated by the waiter's reaction. All he wanted was to be a normal person and lead a normal life but his dream would never come true, thanks to the scar Voldemort gave him years ago. The waiter looked apologetic when Draco glared at him viciously.

"Mr. Potter, can I take your order please?"

"Do you have grilled salmon in banana sauce?"

The waiter looked shocked at such an unusual request. "I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, but we don't have it."

Harry's shoulders slumped in disappointment and he stole a glance at Draco and saw that Draco was smirking evilly while watching Harry in amusement. Draco thought Harry was deliberately making it hard for the poor waiter by requesting a weird dish.

"Do you have steak in chocolate sauce then?" Harry asked hopefully, leaning forward slightly.

Draco let out his long suppressed laugh and looked at the waiter expectantly, challenging him to say no to Harry.

"Sorry, Mr. Potter. We don't have that either."

"Oh, come on! Do you have chocolate in the kitchen?"

"Yes, of course. We use the finest chocolate in the world," said the waiter proudly and he suddenly reminded Harry of Percy Weasley.

"And do you have beef in your kitchen?"

"Of course, Mr. Potter. The beef we use is imported from-"

"Ok! Just put chocolate and beef together and you'll have what I just ordered. Get it?" Harry said patiently, as if talking to a child.

"Oh… Ok…" said the waiter reluctantly.

"And I want a lobster salad," Draco interrupted in between laughs.

When the waiter was out of their sights, Draco said, "Harry, that was brilliant. He was practically speechless. But now you have to order something else."

"Why?"

"You weren't serious about eating that thing, were you?"

"As a matter of fact, I was serious about the chocolate steak."

Draco burst out laughing at this and Harry looked at him seriously. Draco stopped laughing immediately after seeing the look on Harry's face.

"You weren't joking, were you?"

Harry shook his head.

"Is this from one of your de-stressing menu again?"

Harry nodded.

"That's… interesting…" Draco finished lamely and mentally kicked himself for such un-Malfoyish behavior.

Draco looked at Harry oddly and noticed that Harry looked different. He couldn't quite place what was wrong with Harry but there was definitely something different about him. The scar was still there and Harry's cheeks were as rosy as they were but there was something else. Harry was glowing!

Harry looked so tempting with his pouty red lips and bright emerald eyes. It took Draco a lot of self-restrain to stop himself from ravishing Harry right then and there.

"Draco, we need to talk about something," Draco was filled with a strange feeling of déjà vu and panic as Harry said this. Whatever Harry wanted to talk about, he didn't feel like doing it there in the restaurant with other people around them.

"No, Harry. Let's talk at home. Now we'll enjoy our lunch," Draco's hands moved to touch Harry's hands and he smiled at Harry.

Why didn't he want to talk? Is it because the steak disgusted him? Is it because he already knows about the baby? What if he doesn't want the baby?

"Yeah… You're right… We should enjoy our lunch first…"

"I want to take you to a special place later," said Draco with a smirk.

"Where?"

Draco winked at Harry cheekily. "You'll know later."

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Draco held on to Harry's slightly trembling hand and led him to the place he had specially prepared.

"Alright, now you can open your eyes."

Harry opened his eyes and gasped in surprise. He was in the castle's garden, just like he was in the dream. The only difference about the garden now was that it was colorful and full of life. The garden was filled with every kind of flower Harry loved. But he just couldn't fathom how Draco managed to restore the garden in just a few days time.

Harry loved this garden. It was his favorite place in the castle after his bedroom. But since his bedroom was contaminated by Oliver bloody Wood, the garden officially became his favorite place in the castle. The garden held so many sweet memories of Draco and himself. They would often sit there and cuddle against each other, doing absolutely nothing else, just enjoying each other's company.

Harry walked to a bush of blood red roses which were blooming beautifully. He picked a rose out and was shocked when the rose turned glittery upon Harry's touch. He looked at the rose lovingly and smelled it. It smelled heavenly, just like the bunch of rose Draco gave him earlier.

Harry was speechless. "Draco, this- this is…"

"Do you like it?"

"Of course I like it! It's beautiful!" Harry said firmly.

"Well I'm glad you liked it."

Draco moved closer to Harry and wrapped his arms around Harry in a tight embrace. "I love you, Harry," He rested his head on Harry's shoulder.

Draco felt Harry tense and he was filled with sudden sadness. He felt even worse when his declaration of love was met with silence. He had hurt Harry and now he had to pay the price for his actions.

"I'm sorry, Draco… I can't…"

"It's ok, Harry. We'll start all over again from friends," Draco said understandingly.

Draco turned Harry over so that Harry was facing him directly. Draco smiled at Harry before sticking out his hand and said in his most sincere tone, "Hi, I'm Draco Malfoy. Nice to meet you."

Harry chuckled at Draco's tactic but shook his hand anyway.

"I'm Harry Potter. Nice to meet you too."

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A/N: Hello everyone! Just wanna say a BIG thank you to all those reviewers. Everytime I check my inbox and see all those reviews, I get so happy ). So ya, thanks! Special thanks to Ayane and Kristabob. I'm working on Chapter 8 now but I'm kinda stucked. As usual, tell me what you think, k? Till next time then...

dracoqueen456: Yes, the baby will be a boy but we'll see about the name. )

doxie and Priss: Just read on. All will be revealed and explained later in the story.

silvermist91: My trip to Malaysia was fantastic! I'm so in love with that place! Hee...

quebah24: Yes, in my story, boys can get pregnant.