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The garden outside the castle was like a fairyland, thanks to the house elves and Draco's careful planning. Blooming flowers were everywhere, flowers that turned glittery upon touch. The scent of the flowers filled the garden. The garden was enveloped in a gentle and romantic light cast by the magically floated candles lighted along the pathway leading to the ornate fountain. Statues of angels stood in the middle of a circular pool. The water in the fountain was shimmering, like liquid diamond.
Not far away from the garden, the magnificent Malfoy castle stood proudly on its own, serving as a background to the perfect picture painted by Draco the moment he started planning this night. Harry and Draco sat on the bench under the stars, laughing and talking about their Hogwarts days and how they used to be sworn enemies.
"Harry, do you remember the time during the dueling club practice."
Harry laughed. "How could I ever forget that? I was so pissed with you for sending that bloody snake my way."
"Well, that was the whole point, wasn't it?"
Harry snorted. "The whole school thought I was the heir of Slytherin once they found out I'm a parselmouth."
"But I did do you a favor! You found out about your gift because of me," Draco cried indignantly.
"Oh, I wouldn't count that as a favor. Having someone glare daggers at you everywhere you went was not a pleasant experience, believe me."
"Actually, I thought it was total bullshit. You being the heir of Slytherin, I mean. How could the savior of the wizarding world be Slytherin's heir?"
Harry looked at Draco and smirked. "You were just jealous because you wanted to be the heir of Slytherin."
This time it was Draco's turn to snort. "Harry, Harry, Harry. Why would I want to be the old slimy snake's heir?"
The two of them burst out laughing after Draco said that. "Old slimy snake? Where did that come from?" Harry laughed so hard that he was clutching his stomach in pain. He was nearly hyperventilating. "Never thought that would come from the Prince of Slytherin."
"Haha... Very funny indeed, Harry," Draco said sulkily after being teased by Harry.
"You know, Ron, Hermione and I thought YOU were old slimy snake's heir, as you so eloquently put it." Harry couldn't help but smile when Draco gave him his famous evil eyes. "Anyway, Ron and I transformed into Crabbe and Goyle after drinking the polyjuice potion. We sneaked into Slytherin Common Room after that and asked you a few question."
Draco was behaving in a most un-Malfoyish way. He was opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish gasping for air, his eyes wide as saucers.
"You didn't!" said Draco after finding his voice.
"Oh, we sure did," said Harry smugly. "Slytherins were not the only sneaky ones in Hogwarts, you know?"
"But Polyjuice Potion?" said Draco doubtfully.
"Does Hermione Granger ring a bell?" Harry answered Draco's question with another question of his own.
"Of course, the famous know-it-all."
Harry punched Draco jokingly on his arm and said, "Hey! Don't call her that!"
"Harry, you asked for this…"
Draco proceeded to tickle Harry mercilessly after being punched by Harry. Harry squirmed and pleaded for Draco to stop his assault but Draco was an evil person. He continued tickling Harry, ignoring all his pleas. Tears streamed down Harry's face from the sensation. Draco finally stopped and Harry panted harshly while resting his head on Draco's chest.
"Draco, you evil little prick!" Harry said breathlessly, still recovering from his previous activity.
"Whatever you say, dear. But I'll have you know that my prick is not little, quite the contrary actually," Draco said cheekily.
Harry feigned a look of disgust and said, "Somebody please save me from this- this, thing."
"Oh, come on," Draco said. Harry just chuckled.
Both of them stayed in that position for quite a while, Harry resting his head on Draco's chest. The comfortable silence was broken by Draco.
"Harry, will you stay the night?"
Harry was torn. Part of him wanted to stay but another part kept on protesting. "I-I'm not sure if it's a good idea, Draco."
"Why not? Please, Harry. I'm asking you as a friend to join me in my-my," Draco stopped, searching for the right word. "My slumber party!" Draco said finally, fluttering his long lashes like a flirtatious girl.
Harry just laughed at Draco's use of a muggle term. "You are hopeless, you know that?" Harry said jokingly and hugged Draco.
"I'll take that as a yes," Draco said, ignoring Harry's previous comment deliberately.
"Let's go in then. The house elves missed you."
"I already know they would miss me. Can't expect much if they lived with such an evil person…" Harry trailed off.
"I'm not mean," Draco said indignantly. "I'm just not very nice."
Harry snorted.
"Really, Harry! You're awfully mean today," Draco said lightheartedly.
The two of them walked in silence along the candle lit path to the castle entrance where Harry found the house elves already waiting for them there.
Dobby ran up to Harry as soon as he saw him. He was wearing a weird purple shirt with bright yellow stars printed on it, a pair of red shorts, pink socks with no shoes on and a cloth that resembled a table cloth was tied around his neck. Dobby bowed at Harry respectfully and said, "Welcome back, Harry Potter, sir."
Harry looked at Dobby fondly and said, "Uh, you look good in that outfit, Dobby."
Dobby squealed in delight at Harry's compliment. Dobby missed Harry terribly ever since Harry moved out of the castle. Harry was kind. Harry treated him well, as an equal, unlike someone else living in the castle.
"Alright, Dobby. Harry and I need to rest now," Draco interrupted rather rudely and earned himself a glare from Harry.
"Draco!" Harry scolded. "I'll see you tomorrow, ok?" he turned and said to Dobby who was nodding madly.
Harry walked through the familiar hallway with a feeling of dread settling in his stomach. The castle was very grand and nice but it lacked warmth. It didn't feel like a home at all. This was one of the reasons why Harry opposed to moving into the castle at the first place. The expensive chandeliers and carpets made it feel more like an exhibition hall than an actual home. Furthermore, he didn't want to go back to the master bedroom. He didn't know if he could handle it. Not after seeing Draco and Wood together in his bed.
Harry was puzzled when Draco missed the turning to the master bedroom and continued walking. Draco led Harry past many rooms and finally stopped in front of an old, unused one. Draco opened the door and motioned for Harry to get in.
Harry stepped into the room and gasped out loud. The room was as big as his previous room, if not bigger, and was furnished exactly the same way. He looked around the room and noticed that everything was the same. Every single thing! Even the photo frames were arranged in the same way. Then Harry looked at the bed suspiciously and asked, "Is this the same bed?"
"No, of course not, Harry," Draco answered immediately.
Draco looked guilty, good. Harry thought.
Later that night, Harry lay on his new bed. The room was filled with Draco's steady breathing sound. Once again, Harry couldn't sleep. He frowned and wondered whether insomnia is another side effect of pregnancy. With the thought of pregnancy, his mind drifted to the many ways he had thought of to tell Draco about the baby.
He turned to look at Draco. He was sleeping so peacefully. His long lashes sprawled against his flawless cheek. Tendrils of silky blond hair fell around his face and his pale skin appeared to be glowing under the moonlight. He looked more like an angel than the mean, arrogant, self-centered bastard he was during their Hogwarts days.
Harry's heart felt as though it was going to burst. He loved this man so much, even after he cheated on Harry. Looking at Draco's sleeping form made Harry realized just how much he loved Draco. It was just like the old times; Harry would wake up in the middle of the night and quietly watch Draco sleep.
Harry felt tears welled up and thought amusedly, funny how emotional you can get when you're pregnant. Harry brushed the hair out of Draco's face gently and said softly, "Are you awake?"
Harry regretted his selfish action immediately when Draco stirred slightly. He opened his eyes sleepily and mumbled into the pillow, "Huh?"
Harry mentally kicked himself for waking Draco up. If you can't sleep, think of ways to kill Voldemort! Don't go waking people up! Harry scolded himself sternly inside his head. "No, Draco. Nothing's wrong, go back to sleep."
But Draco was already awake. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, trying to chase the sleepiness away from them. He leaned over to Harry's side and asked, "What's wrong, Harry?"
"Really, Draco. Nothing's wrong, just go back to sleep. You need it."
Draco ignored Harry and asked, "Is it your scar again? Does it hurt?"
Harry gave one exasperated sigh and said, "No, Draco, I just couldn't sleep."
"What? Are you hungry? Do you want to go for a walk? Do you want-"
Harry propped himself onto his elbow and looked Draco in the eye. "Draco. I. Am. Fine," he emphasized with a pause between each word.
"Alright then. Do you want to stay in bed?"
"Yes. Now go to sleep."
Draco chuckled at Harry's tone and said, "You sounded exactly like my father just now."
"I'm serious, Draco."
"I'm serious too. Anyway, I won't sleep until you're asleep," said Draco stubbornly.
Harry lay back down and closed his eyes. He felt the bed dipped slightly and knew that Draco must have lay back down as well. He tried to make deep breathing sound so that Draco will think he's asleep. After a while, he heard Draco's steady breathing again and opened his eyes.
Then he whispered, "Are you awake?" in voice so soft that it was almost inaudible.
He relaxed when Draco showed no sign of waking up.
Harry could no longer hold the words back. He desperately needed to talk to someone before he goes insane. Before he knew it, he was talking to the sleeping Draco in the same small voice.
"You know, I was so angry and shocked when I saw you with Oliver Wood. More shocked than angry actually."
"I couldn't believe you would do that to me. I didn't want to believe, even after I saw you with my own eyes."
A hot tear slid own Harry's cheek.
"You really hurt me… Seeing Wood and you like that…"
On the other side of the bed, Draco was listening intently to every word Harry uttered. His heart was aching so badly from listening to Harry's words. He couldn't stop the tears from flowing out of his eyes.
"I don't want any explanations. I couldn't bear to listen to it. I'm so useless… I couldn't even make myself angry with you."
"I was prepared to live a life without you. I was so sure I could do that but you showed up. Things are different now. It's not just about the two of us anymore…"
"I hope you won't be angry with me. I don't know how I should tell you. Goodnight, Draco…"
Draco had no idea what Harry was talking about. What does it have to do with another person? Does Harry have a boyfriend? Was it Blaise? Draco silently fumed at the thought of Harry and Blaise together. He knew he had no rights to be angry after what he did to Harry but Harry was his and no one else should touch him. He decided to ask Harry the next morning.
Harry woke up and saw Draco watching him. He gave Draco a smile and sat up. Draco moved to give Harry a kiss but stopped when Harry looked alarmed. Harry got out of the bed in lightning speed and ran for the bathroom. Draco hurriedly followed Harry to the bathroom.
Draco stood outside the bathroom and saw Harry bent over the sink, hurling his stomach content out. Draco's first thought was Harry had food poisoning. He rushed to Harry's side and rubbed his back gently, cooing soothing noises while doing so.
"Harry, are you alright?"
Harry turned and looked at him. Draco looked at Harry's face worriedly. His usually rosy cheek was even paler than Draco's own skin. His lips were trembling and white. One hand was clutching his stomach, hoping to stop the vomiting this way.
Looking at Harry's pale face, something clicked in Draco's clever mind. He remembered Harry's weird eating habit, how Harry had gained some weight, how emotional Harry became and Harry's speech last night. Harry had no boyfriend. The other person involved is…
"Harry, are you pregnant?"
A/N: Hey guys! I managed to finish Chapter 8… yeah… but I'm sorry to say that I won't be able to update so frequently in the future because well, I have A LOT of homework and next year is a really important year for me… I'll try to update every two weeks ok? Sorry… I promise I'll finish the story! All those who reviewed, thank you! Special thanks to Ayane and Kristabee… Those who have not reviewed, please do, ok? I need to know what you think. Till next time then…
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