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Chapter Thirteen

"Draco?" Harry croaked out finally.

Draco broke the kiss and stared at Harry.

The pregnant Gryffindor shivered under the gaze of his husband, soon to be ex-husband, whispered a tiny voice in his head. There was no love, no affection in those beautiful gray eyes. Those eyes that looked so much like liquid silver when filled with love only resembled cold hard steel at that moment.

"Go back, Harry," Draco said and turned to walk away.

"That's right, Harry. Or should I call you Mr. Potter-Malfoy? Which one do you prefer? I think Harry will be a better choice since you won't be Mr. Potter-Malfoy for much longer. Better start getting use to your old name seeing that Draco will be divorcing you after you give birth to the brat," Oliver said with a smirk.

"Shut up, Oliver!"

"Did anybody say you could talk? You insufferable know-it-all?"

Hermione was positively fuming. How dare he call her a know-it-all when he was a bloody fuck-it-all himself!

"Look, Wood, you're the one who's clinging onto someone else's husband like a parasite and you dare to talk to him like that?"

Oliver responded by kissing Draco on the lips.

"You- you are horrible! How many times do you want to hurt Harry? How many times must you break them up? Don't you have a heart or something? Have you no shame at all?" Hermione all but screamed out.

A crowd was slowly forming around the four of them by the time Hermione finished her shouting. People were pointing and whispering. Some were even taking pictures of them.

Harry suddenly felt ridiculous. He felt as if he was an animal in the zoo. This was exactly what he had been avoiding for years and now everything seemed to collapse around him. The perfect world that he so naively believed he was living in was crumbling.

"How dare you, mudblood!" screeched a furious Oliver.

"Can't you see with your own eyes? Draco chose to be with me. You see, I, unlike Harry am not pregnant and therefore will not gross Draco out when he have sex-"

"On your lovely bed," he added nastily to Harry.

Harry was vaguely aware that people around them were gasping and shocked to hear such cruel words coming from a Gryffindor's mouth. And Harry's ex-captain nonetheless.

Harry just stood there, observing Draco. The mask was on again. There was no emotion on Draco's face and he was watching the 'battle' between Hermione and Oliver with something akin to boredom.

"Why are you doing this to me? Are these seven years only a plan to get back at me for putting your father in Azkaban, where he belongs?"

Draco kept quiet. He just stares at Harry.

"Why do you give me false hopes only to destroy it every time? I wish I'm not Harry Potter because then I won't meet Draco Malfoy, ever! And I won't get my heart broken again and again," he said loudly.

"Stop making a fool out of yourself," said Draco quietly but firmly. "Go back home now."

"Which home are you referring to anyway? Your bloody castle or my apartment that you obviously hate very much?" Harry asked sarcastically but his voice was trembling slightly.

Oliver pulled away from Draco and crossed his arms, now staring at Harry with open animosity.

"Really, sarcasm does not suit you at all, Golden Boy. And Draco's right, you should go home now and stop bothering him. You are pregnant. That means you're fat and ugly. I'm different. My body is firm and hard. Just like yours when you weren't pregnant. Why do you think Draco married you in the first place?"

Gasps everywhere.

"Do you think anybody would love you? You are so naïve sometimes, Harry. You know what? Draco is the horniest slut I have ever seen. He was only after the sex and maybe some of your fame. Now you could no longer give him the pleasure, do you think he'll stay with you, fatso?" Oliver ended cruelly with a laugh.

"Why you little-"

Harry held up his hand. "Herm, hush."

"But-"

"No buts, I think Wood is absolutely right."

"What!"

Hermione was not the only one angry at that point. The crowd was outrages. Their hero was insulted by a mere whore. Some were shouting at Oliver and Draco while some were shouting encouragements at Harry.

He smiled – a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, and continued, "Draco is the horniest slut I have ever seen. He is at the same time the most cruel, heartless, pretentious and cold bastard on earth. I don't know him and I don't want to."

"You can't hurt me, Wood. I won't let you."

Oliver chuckled and said, "Oh I think I can." He then kissed Draco enthusiastically in front of the scandalized public.

A feeling of betrayal washed over Harry again as he took in the sight of Draco and Oliver kissing. Somehow the tears just would not come this time and Harry was glad. He couldn't imagine how humiliating it would be if he broke down before everybody after saying that Wood can't hurt him.

He stiffened up his lips, straightened his back and stared at the shameless couple.

After Oliver finally pulled away from Draco, Harry cleared his throat and said, "Well, I guess Hermione and I will leave first then."

Oliver frowned at him suspiciously.

"Bye Malfoy, Wood and everybody. Oh and Malfoy, I hope you catch some disgusting oral disease from Wood," Harry said casually and moved closer to Draco.

He planted a feathery kiss on Draco's cheek and whispered against his ears, "I hate you, never doubt it."

Then he turned and walked away from them without a backward glance. Hermione chased after him hurriedly.

"What the hell is your problem, Harry?" asked Hermione angrily after they were a distance away from the scene.

She just didn't understand why Harry decided to give his husband to Wood just like that. Why didn't he fight for Draco? Why did he leave and leave Draco and Wood together?

"My problem is I didn't move way from him earlier. My problem is I let myself believe that he's changed. My problem is I didn't listen to my best friends' advices. My problem is I fell in love with him despite all the protests."

"The problem is I still love the bloody bastard," Harry said, looking tired and defeated instead of angry.

Hermione sighed. She knew Harry was the type that will not fall in love easily but once in love, will not fall out of love easily either. Walking away from Draco, who Harry claimed is the love of his life, was probably killing Harry. The baby in him was not making things better either.

She held Harry's hand and gave it an encouraging squeeze. He looked into her warm brown eyes and suddenly felt loads better. At least he knew he won't be alone, that although his son will only have one father, Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione will always love him.

"I'm alright, Hermione."

Hermione looked at him worriedly.

"I'm really okay. I won't lie to you and say that I don't feel awful because I do but I think I'll be fine. Somehow that confrontation knocked some sense into me, finally. I refuse to continue being the weak Harry. I want to walk away from Malfoy once and for all this time."

"I don't know what to say…"

"You don't have to say anything, Hermione. If I can go through it once, I can do it again, right? I'm Harry Potter. In the end I'll be a stronger person and hopefully a better parent for this little one," he said while stroking his stomach.

Hermione nodded and laughed, "Cocky, aren't you? I'm Harry Potter," she imitated Harry. "I'm really proud of you and I'm glad you did what you just did."

"Yeah… I'm glad too. I'm sick of all his lies, the deceptions and heartbreaks. I feel like a fool. I'm not going to lie to myself again and say that he'll change."

The two Gryffindors continued walking down the crowded alley without saying a word. It was really comforting, knowing that someone who truly loves you is walking next to you in a crowd of strange faces.

"Should we have some more ice cream?" said Hermione brightly.

Too brightly in Harry's opinion.

Harry leaned his head back against the bathtub and sighed softly in content. He closed his eyes and suddenly everything came rushing back to him. It was then that the tears finally decided to come.

He wept bitterly in the bathtub. His salty tears mixed with the warm scented water until it was impossible to tell whether it was water or tears on his face.

Then he laughed. He laughed at his own foolishness and naivety. He laughed at the world. He laughed harshly, almost madly until the laughter turned into heart wrenching sobs again.

"Why do you hate me so much?" Harry asked no one in particular.

He picked up a sponge and began to scrub insistently on his tan skin. The skin turned red and raw but he didn't care. He was desperate to get every trace of Draco off his body and mind. If he could he would dig out his heart and cut off the part where Draco resides.

"I hate you… I hate you…" Harry whispered harshly with every rough stroke of his sponge.

"Maybe this is just one big plot planned seven years ago to destroy me completely. Draco hates me because I put Lucius in Azkaban…"

He was starting to feel resentful towards Draco for causing him so much pain. Draco lied to him again and again and still Harry believed him again and again. But he had decided he will no longer risk his heart for something so useless.

After so many years of struggling with the idea of love and affection, Harry had finally realized that nobody could ever love him and love is just a waste of time. Especially the love between lovers.

His hands moved to his tummy instinctively. There was already a small bulge forming on the once flat stomach and to Harry, it was just a cruel reminder that Draco had betrayed him once again.

But it was also the motivation for Harry to move on. Raising his son to not be a Malfoy appealed to him greatly. He would not want his son to go around breaking people's hearts like Malfoy does.

Harry decided it was time to move on with his life.

A/N: YEAH! Chapter 13! Finally out, eh? Hope it was worthyour wait... Anyway, the same thing... Tell me what you think and I'll try to make it better... Don't worry, Harry won't be so forgiving this time... He's going to fight back! Hurray! Singapore is GREAT! I'm starting to love it... hehe... It's the GREAT singapore sales now!

Oh yah.. A BIG thank you to:

Ayane - My dear beta. Love you so much!

Salazara - Sorry for making you cry. I hope you like this chapter.

dracoroxmysox - My grandma who's in Singapore is sick and my dad got offered a job here. Now you know... Heehee..

Kim - Don't worry. I will not let Draco crawl back to Harry just like that. It won't be that easy this time.

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