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Chapter 12

"Herm, do you think this is better?" asked Harry as he held up a tiny blue shirt for Hermione's inspection.

"No, that one's better," Hermione pointed to a red one. "Besides, Draco will be so pissed off if he sees his son wearing a Gryffindor colour shirt," she added playfully.

Harry grinned at Hermione, "Yeah, I can just imagine his face right now."

"My son is not wearing some stupid red shirt since he is so obviously a Slytherin," imitated Harry in Draco's trademark drawl.

Hermione only laughed and shook her head.

Both of them continued to look around the renowned store situated in Diagon Alley in search for the perfect outfits for their unborn children. Harry could not help but imagine what his son would look like in every outfit that he picked. I'll bet he'll look so cute that even Snape can't resist him, thought Harry smugly.

Harry's belly had become slightly bigger and rounder since his last checkup two weeks ago. As he browsed through all the cute little outfits, he kept noticing people, especially two witches that might be in their late twenties, staring at them and giggling. Harry was seriously annoyed by them.

Sure, he was Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the savior of the Wizarding World who was also coincidentally married to the son of Voldemort's Death Eater. But that didn't mean he was Gilderoy Lockhart reincarnated. And that didn't mean that he enjoyed being in the limelight.

Instead of being the center of attention all the time, Harry wished that people would leave him alone and 'mind their own fucking business' as Draco once put it. He just wanted a normal life but that option was taken from him the night Voldemort decided to murder his parents.

Harry gritted his teeth and tried to ignore them but it was impossible to do so. Harry could even catch some of their conversation as they were talking so loudly.

"…Gay… What a disgrace…"

"…Pity… Bloodline…"

"…Pregnant… Disgusting…"

"…Malfoy… Filthy rich…"

Harry shook with rage. How dare they talk about him that way in front of him! And there wasn't a word of truth in their accusation whatsoever. The most annoying thing was they never bothered to whisper instead of talking so openly.

Hermione seemed to sense Harry's anger because her hand rested on his shoulder comfortingly and she smiled at Harry.

"Ignore them, Harry. They are fools who don't know anything about you so why work yourself up like that? It's bad for the baby," she said gently.

Harry nodded stiffly and continued looking around with Hermione, willing himself to calm down, for the baby's sake.

"…No shame…"

"…Queer…"

"…Sirius Black…"

At this Harry lost it.

They could talk about him and he'll ignore them but they had no right to talk about Sirius. No right at all!

"Shut up! Shut up both of you!" he yelled, glaring at the women furiously.

The women shut up immediately. They looked at Harry with a mixture of fear and shock. They cowered at the look Harry was giving them and the amount of raw energy he was radiating.

The store was in total havoc. Clothes were flying around and the windows clattered, the glass threatening to shatter any moment. The lights flickered and somebody screamed. People were panicking as cold wind swept the place. The very air was electrifying.

Harry walked to the women quietly. He took out his wand and pointed it at them. The women screamed, fear evident in their eyes.

"Shut up. Don't talk about him. You have no right to do that."

The witched nodded dumbly. Tears were starting to form in their eyes but Harry kept his wand pointed at them.

Hermione's gentle tap on his shoulder brought him back to reality.

Hermione sighed in relief when Harry lowered his wand. She knew that Harry was still recovering from losing Sirius even after 9 long years and she couldn't help but think that Harry would probably never recover from that loss.

"Get lost," Harry gritted through his teeth.

The two witches ran out of the store without a backward glance and the whole store fell silent. Everybody was looking at Harry in awe and fear.

If anyone had ever doubted that the pregnant man standing in the middle of the store was the one destined to finish off the Dark Lord, they were sure there and then that he, Harry Potter, was truly the last hope that they have.

By then Harry had no mood to shop anymore. He was still shaking with rage and he was clenching his fists so hard that it might draw blood.

Harry stormed off, leaving a shop full of stunned patrons and staffs. Hermione hurried after him, but not before saying a quick charm to put everything in place again. She gave the shop keeper an apologetic smile and rushed off.

Hermione found Harry in the Leaky Cauldron, staring blankly ahead and sipping his glass of…

FireWhiskey!

"Harry James Potter!" Hermione screeched.

Harry winced at Hermione's high pitched voice but he ignored her and continued drinking.

Hermione gave one exasperated sigh and walked to Harry's side. Harry was still ignoring her and she said softly, "Harry…"

"What?" Harry said, not bothering to look at her.

"Why are you drinking, Harry?"

"…"

"Why?"

"Because I want to. Because I can. I know what you are going to say Hermione, 'It's bad for the baby. Blah blah blah…' but I don't really give a damn about anything anymore," he said and lifted the glass to his lips once more.

"Do you give a damn about the baby then? Do you think Draco will give a damn if you don't give a damn about the baby?"

Harry slowly put down the glass again. He held his head in his hands and said brokenly, "Why must they talk about Sirius? He was a good man, probably one of the kindest people I've ever met. And he was innocent but nobody got to know that because I ruined that. My own stupidity cause all these shit."

"Harry, you really need to stop blaming yourself for everything that went wrong. It was not your fault that Sirius died. It was Voldemort's fault, ok?"

"No, but-"

"Besides, there's Draco, Ron, the baby and me by your side. What else do you need more?"

Harry was silent and looking thoughtful.

"Fancy some ice cream?" Hermione asked suddenly.

Half and hour later found Harry and Hermione sitting outside the ice cream parlor, eating their ice cream quite contently.

Harry had cooled down from his earlier outburst and had regretted immediately when he remembered that he drank a few mouthfuls of that disgusting stuff called FireWhiskey that Draco loved so much before Hermione came bursting into the dingy pub.

Harry was facing Hermione, a small smile on his lips as Hermione told his about Ron's reaction when Hermione told him she was pregnant.

"He thought I had a tumor."

"A tumor?" Harry asked incredulously.

Hermione nodded and they both burst out laughing at the same time, earning a few dirty looks from the other customers for being so noisy.

"A tumor? Oh this is priceless! Ron Weasley, the most perverted guy in our dorm thought his wife had a tumor when she was actually pregnant," Harry laughed.

"Harry, don't tell anybody about it, he'll be angry…"

"Yeah… I know…" Harry was in between laughs.

"So, how did Draco found out then?" Hermione asked, changing the subject so that Ron will not be ridiculed any further.

"Oh, the git figured it out himself. It was pretty obvious actually. I was puking like shit and I started craving for disgusting food," Harry made a face when he said that.

Hermione could see that Harry was happy now. Harry was happy when Draco was around and Hermione knew that although Harry looked disgusted at his son's choice of food, he really was very glad to be carrying a child, his and Draco's child.

Harry finished his ice cream and looked a little sad at finishing his ice cream so quickly.

Should I or should I not? He debated with himself. I don't want to become fat… I'll look like a green-eyed elephant in no time if I continue eating like this…

"Excuse me, miss? Can I have an ice cream, super fudge chunk, please? Thank you," Harry said at last, a hint of guilt in his voice.

He knew Hermione was staring at him and he snapped, "What?", rather embarrassed by the amount he was eating.

"Oh, nothing important," Hermione shrugged casually. "Just want to tell you that if you continue eating that way, your son will be like your stupid fat cousin and you'll be like your favorite Uncle Vermin."

Uncle Vermin was a name for Uncle Vernon that Ron came up with in their 6th year. It seemed like a perfect name for someone useless like Vernon to the three teenagers at that time. Looking back, Harry couldn't help but laugh at their immaturity.

"What!" Harry sputtered. "You think I'm fat?"

"No, no, no, Harry. I'm not saying you're fat."

Harry relaxed.

"Yet," Hermione added.

"Hermione!" Harry cried indignantly.

"I'm serious, Harry. You need to control the amount you eat although it is perfectly normal for a pregnant person to put on some weight."

"What if Draco doesn't want me anymore?" Harry asked worriedly. "I know I've become weak, Herm. I can't live without Draco anymore because I love him so much but at the same time I'm so scared that he'll leave me again. I don't want to have my heart broken again," Harry confessed quietly.

"Oh, Harry…"

"Sometimes I can't sleep at night because I kept thinking that I'll wake up alone in the morning, without Draco there with me, and the baby is nothing but a dream, a fantasy that I've built for myself."

"Harry-"

"No, let me finish first. I went to see Trelawney last week. I have no idea why I did it or what the bloody heck happened in the room but I think she gave a real prediction."

"What?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Something about a big betrayal and living in a lie…"

"Harry! Harry! Are you okay?" Hermione asked worriedly, leaning forward and touching Harry's hand in concern.

Harry was staring straight ahead and he had a faraway look in his eyes. Tears were welling up at an alarming speed but Harry kept on staring.

"I will not cry… I will not cry…" Harry gritted through his teeth. He refused to cry again.

"Harry!" Hermione tried again.

Drip The first tear fell on Harry's hand and the single tear was quickly followed by many other. The tears kept coming and Hermione was getting worried. In that one teardrop Hermione felt Harry's fear, helplessness and pain. That one teardrop shook Hermione to the core.

Finally, Hermione turned around and gasped out loud when she saw it. She saw it almost immediately. That tall frame and the platinum blond hair were almost impossible to miss.

"Harry, isn't that… Oliver Wood?" asked Hermione quietly.

Harry was still crying and Hermione felt her heart ache for her best friend.

Oliver was clinging onto Draco like a parasite, occasionally leaning in to kiss Draco shamelessly on the cheek. He was touching Draco's face, Draco's chest, Draco's back…

Harry just stood there silently and watched the couple in the crowded alley. He hoped that Draco would just move away from Oliver, slap him and tell him to fuck off but that did not happen. Instead, Draco let the stupid fucker do whatever he liked to him.

Hermione couldn't take it anymore. How could Harry sit there and watch someone else touching his husband so intimately? She stood up suddenly and dragged a reluctant Harry towards the couple.

Harry struggled slightly but Hermione was very firm.

"Come with me, Harry. We'll find out what the hell is going on there," Hermione said determinedly.

They were standing in front of Draco and Oliver in no time. Draco still hadn't notice the two pregnant Gryffindors before him but Oliver did because he winked at them before leaning in and capturing Draco's perfect lips in a searing kiss.

Harry couldn't take it anymore but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't tear is eyes away from the scene before him.

Harry's heart clenched painfully, so did his stomach. It was as though the baby knew something horrible was happening to his fathers.

"Draco?" Harry croaked out finally.

A/N: Hello! I hope you guys have not forgotten me... Here's chapter 12! I couldn't update because my whole family migrated to Singapore... Yeah... So now I'm studying in an all girl school... Anyway, what do you think of this chapter? Tell me! I know... Oliver is such a bastard...

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