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"Harry, are you pregnant?"
Harry stared at Draco and felt tears prickling behind his eyelids. He nodded stiffly and hung his head in shame.
"Harry, look at me. Are you sure?" Draco asked again.
He watched as Harry lifted his face and looked at him. Harry's lips were trembling, his face blotchy from the tears streaming down his face and the paleness of his skin made him appear extremely haggard.
"Draco, I'm sorry… I didn't mean to do this… I wasn't-" Harry said in a shaky voice, his lips still trembling badly. He was trying desperately to blink back the tears.
Harry was cut off mid-sentence when Draco hugged him possessively. "Shh…" was all Draco said. Draco caressed Harry's back gently. Harry leaned his head on Draco's shoulder and let his tears run free.
Having Harry sob pitifully in his arms made Draco feel a strong surge of love and protectiveness towards his husband. He would never let anyone hurt Harry again. A small voice in his head reminded him that he was the one who caused Harry so much pain but Draco quickly shook his head to chase the voice away. Harry had gone through too many misfortunes to last his for a lifetime and Draco will make damn sure that Harry will not be hurt anymore.
"You hate me, Draco? You don't want the baby?" asked a small voice.
Draco's next move made Harry's doubts about Draco not wanting the baby disappear completely. After hearing Harry's questions, Draco lifted Harry's t-shirt and touched Harry's tummy. His touches were tentative at first, as though afraid of hurting Harry or the baby. Then the touches turned to gentle caresses and Draco bent his head to kiss Harry's exposed tummy.
"I love you," Draco mumbled to Harry and their unborn child, his words muffled by Harry's flesh.
"Why - so good - to me – after - kept – you - in the dark?" Harry said in between sobs.
"Because I love you and I want to take care of the baby. Together with you."
After that Draco helped Harry return to their room as Harry was still a little shaken by what happened. Harry was clinging to Draco so tightly that he almost cut off the blood supply to Draco's arm. It was like Harry was afraid of some kind of rejection. He feared that Draco leave him alone and run off with Oliver.
"I love you, Harry. I swear I won't hurt you intentionally…" Draco suddenly said, as though he was reading Harry's thoughts.
Harry looked at Draco and said, "I trust you."
Draco then moved to cup Harry's face and stroked his face softly while looking deeply into Harry's beautiful emerald eyes that he could get lost in for hours. He leaned forward and captured Harry's lips in a deep kiss. Their tongues battled and dueled fervently while hands found their way to…
A loud 'pop' sound was suddenly heard and the couple sprang apart in lightning speed. Both turned their attention to the source of the familiar sound.
Dobby was standing there, in the middle of Harry and Draco's new room, wearing a bright pink shirt with puffy 'princess' sleeves and a red and green Scottish kilt. He had a wide toothy grin plastered on his face. His grin, however, disappeared when he saw Harry's flushed face and Draco's furious expression.
"Master Draco, Master Harry, breakfast is ready, sirs," Dobby said in his squeaky voice that he reserved only for 'special occasions'.
"Get out you bloody elf!" Draco snarled at the poor elf. "Can't you use your hideous bulging eyes to see we're fucking busy right now??"
But Dobby had already managed to transform one of his shoes into a hammer and he was busy hitting himself with the hammer before Draco finished scolding him. The room was filled with a sickening dull thud as the hammer continuously hit Dobby's head.
"Stop doing that, Dobby," Harry said, unable to put up with the terrible sound any longer. "I'm going to be sick."
Dobby continued hitting, "Dobby is sorry, sir. Please don't be angry with Dobby."
And with a loud 'pop', Dobby was gone.
A few hundred miles away, a worried Ronald Weasley was nervously patting his wife's back while she was bending over the sink to hurl her stomach content.
"Hermione, are you alright?"
"Really, Ron, it's not like I'm dying or something," said an extremely irritated Hermione.
"But- But do you have food poisoning? Let's go to St. Mungo's," he suggested helpfully.
"I said I'm ok!"
"But-"
"As a matter of fact, I have an idea what's wrong with me."
"What?"
"Just leave me alone for a second. Wait outside."
"Oh. Ok…" said Ron reluctantly.
Hermione shut the door hurriedly as Ron exited. She locked the door and put up a silencing spell for good measure. Then she walked to the full length mirror and lift up her shirt to reveal her tummy.
She glanced to the door once more before muttering the spell. A beam of bright white light shot out from her wand and hit her stomach. Hermione winced a little at the weird tingling sensation caused by the spell. She watched in amazement as the white light gradually turned to a bright crimson.
Hermione let out a shout of joy and jumped around the bathroom like a child before remembering that it is dangerous for her to jump around in the early stages. She looked at her reflection again and giggled happily.
Then she calmed herself down and took off the silencing charm around the room. She forced herself to put on a stern face before walking towards the door leading to their bedroom. She opened the door cautiously to see Ron pacing their bedroom, impatient written all over his face.
Hermione cleared her throat loudly to get Ron's attention. Ron turned around abruptly, "Hermione, are you alright?"
Sensing Ron's obvious worries, Hermione decided to tease Ron so she said in her gravest tone, "There really is something wrong with me."
"What? What's wrong?"
"Something's growing inside me…"
Hermione watched in amusement as Ron's blood drained from his face.
"Is it a tumor?" he asked quietly, unable to look Hermione in the eyes.
Hermione moved closer to Ron and whispered into his ear, "No, it's a baby, Ron."
"Harry, I think you should take a shower to freshen up."
"Yeah, I think so too. Do you want to join me?" asked Harry shyly.
Draco smiled at Harry's offer. "It's ok, you go ahead without me."
"Oh, ok… your lost then…" Although Harry sounded confident, Draco could see that Harry was disappointed when Draco declined his offer. Draco was tempted to say yes but he needed time alone to think about the new situation.
After the bathroom door was shut, Draco immediately slumped onto his king-sized bed. He gazed absently at the canopy that hung above him and thought, why didn't Harry tell me about the baby? Doesn't he trust me? I'm the baby's father…
Then Draco left the room and went to his studies. He went straight to the bar and poured himself a glass of Firewhisky. He walked to the window and looked out to see the garden. The flowers were still blooming beautifully to Draco's satisfaction.
He leaned against the wall and downed the whole glass of extra strong Firewhisky in one huge gulp. The liquid burned a trail down his throat as it traveled down his insides. Draco sighed heavily as the burning sensation subsided. He threw the glass on the floor. He watched the glass shattered into a thousand pieces as it hit the floor and he slid down the wall in defeat.
Draco sighed and ran a hand through his hair, tousling it. He couldn't understand why Harry had kept him in the dark. Will Harry tell him about it if he didn't find out about it himself? Suddenly scenes of their life flashed across his mind.
Flashback
Draco and Harry were sitting on the beach enjoying the sea breeze when Harry asked Draco for the first time.
"Draco, I want a baby."
"I want a baby too… But don't you think we're a bit too young to have kids?"
They were taking a walk in the park when they walked past a woman pushing her baby in a pram. Harry immediately kneeled in front of the pram and played with the baby. The he looked up and asked Draco for the second time.
"Won't it be wonderful of we had our own baby?"
"Harry, I'll love to have a baby one day but it's not the right time…"
End of flashback
After that, there were many occasions at which Harry worked up the courage to asked Draco the same question. The answer, however, was always the same.
"Maybe that's why he didn't want to tell me…" Draco said dejectedly, still upset that Harry had done that to him.
Draco stood up unsteadily after a while. He went to the couch and plopped himself down on the expensive piece of furniture heavily. He rested his head back and closed his eyes. Thoughts were running through his head and yet he could do nothing about it. It was then that Draco felt the first signs of tears coming. He shut his eyes tighter to stop the tears from flowing out but it was useless. How did I allow myself to mess up my own bloody life so much? he asked himself.
He was so deep in thought that he didn't realize Harry entering the room. Harry crept quietly towards an apparently sleeping Draco. He was shocked when he noticed the trail of tears on Draco's flawless cheeks. Draco seldom cried and technically he wasn't allowed to because he was a Malfoy.
Draco was frowning and he was unconsciously chewing his bottom lip. Harry couldn't help but allow himself to be overcome by a wave of sadness. Draco was no doubt troubled by the fact that Harry was pregnant. That was obvious after rejecting the idea so matter times in the past. For a moment there Harry considered running away from everything but he remembered Draco's words, "I swear I won't hurt you intentionally…"
"Draco, are you okay?" Harry asked softly.
Draco immediately opened his eyes when he heard Harry's voice. He instinctively wiped away the tears on his face. He turned to Harry and smiled. "Yes, I'm ok…"
Draco patted on the empty space next to him and motioned for Harry to join him on the couch. "Come on."
Harry sat on the couch and turned to look at Draco curiously. "What's wrong?"
"I want you to be honest, ok?"
Harry nodded.
"Do you hate me? Do you hate me because I didn't want a child in the past?" Draco asked simply.
Draco's straightforwardness and bluntness surprised Harry greatly. "Of course not, Drake! How could you think that?"
"Harry, I knew how much you wanted a child but I always refused. I was a jerk. But I'm different now. I want to have a child with you. I'm ready to be a father. Hell, I'm more than ready to be one."
Harry opened his mouth to speak-
"Shh… Listen to me, love," Draco said before Harry could say a word.
"The few days that you were gone had to be the hardest days of my life. I couldn't live my life properly without you. Please don't leave me again. Give me the chance that my father and your father never had – to watch my own child grow up. Let's do this together, Harry."
Harry was crying. "How did you know I was going to run away?"
"I know you, Harry. I know you more than you realize it."
"Draco…"
Draco moved his hand to rest on top of Harry's hand. When Harry didn't reject him, he squeezed lightly. Then he used his other hand to tilt Harry's head slightly so that he was staring into a pair of bottomless emerald pools that gleamed with unshed tears. Draco's thumb gently wiped away the tears that escaped from the corner of Harry's eyes.
Both of them leaned forward so that their lips touched briefly before they pulled away from the kiss because they were once again interrupted by the 'pop' sound.
"Fuck!" Draco swore loudly and glared at the house elf that was trembling badly.
"M-Master D-D-Draco, Master Harry," Pinky stuttered.
"What the hell do you want now??" asked Draco harshly, still looking angrily at Pinky.
Draco stood up and walked towards Pinky. She was on the verge of wetting herself. Draco raised his hand to slap the house elf but was cut off by Harry's stern voice.
"Draco, as the secretary of S.P.E.W, I demand that you stop that right now!"
Draco's hand stopped dead in its track and he sighed. He turned to go back to Harry's side but not before giving the house elf his famous Malfoy evil eyes. He mumbled something about bloody elves and privacy as he walked back to the couch.
Harry immediately wrapped his arms around lovingly when Draco sat down unhappily next to him.
"Now, Pinky, tell me why you're here," said Harry patiently, smiling at Pinky.
"Pinky am here to informs Master Harry and Master Draco that one guest has arrives."
Harry raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Draco but the latter refused to look at Draco and he was sulking. Seeing that Draco was deliberately ignoring him, he turned his attention back to Pinky and asked, "Who is the guest?"
"It is Blaise Zabini, sir."
A/N: Happy Christmas everyone!!! I guess it's a little too late… hee… Anyway, here is the long awaited Chapter 9!! This chapter is not BETAed because it is the holiday season and I didn't want to disturb my Beta readers, Kristabee and Ayane… I hope it isn't too bad… All those who reviewed, thank you! All those who didn't, thank you for reading my story...
So tell me what you think about the story ok? Do you think I should make it darker and more angsty? Or do you think I should make it happier and lighter?(I'm not that good at writing happy stories) Suggestions are most welcome! Until next time then... Oh and by the way, I'm really sorry about the cliffie!
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