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Chapter 14

Ron and Hermione stood outside Harry's penthouse apartment, waiting for him to open the door but having no reply.

Ron was just about to 'Alohamora' the door when it opened suddenly revealing a wet and half naked Blaise Zabini looking as though he just came out of the showers.

His hair was wet and dripping with water. Few strands of hair were dangling in front of his eyes. There were still water droplets on his bronze skin. A fluffy white towel was wrapped loosely around his slim waist.

Hermione couldn't resist it. Here was a hot male standing half naked in front of her, dripping wet. She raked her eyes over Blaise's toned body. Her eyes widened when she saw the tattoo on Blaise's chest. It was an alphabet Z with two serpents entwined around it. Hermione assumed that it was his family crest. When she reached his face, she found that Blaise was staring at her with a smirk. She blushed bright red. Not only had she checked another man out when her husband was right next to her but she was caught red-handed by said hot male.

"Morning, Weasley, Hermione," Blaise said politely to Ron and Hermione.

"Zabini? What are you doing here!" a surprised Ron asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes. Ron could be so clueless sometimes. She had always wanted to tell Ron about Harry and Blaise but he's always eating. It's a wonder he never puts on any weight for the amount of food he eats.

"Really, Weasley. Don't you know that-"

"Blaise, who's there?" Harry said while rubbing his eyes sleepily. He was wearing an oversized t-shirt that could cover his round belly and still reach his knees. The t-shirt had a "Yeah, I'm fat. So what?" printed on the back of it.

Harry was 6 months pregnant. His stomach was round and he has put on some weight since 2 months ago. It has been 2 months since that day in Diagon Alley. It has also been 2 months since Harry decided to move on with his life.

He looked between Blaise and Ron and Hermione and panicked.

"Uh, guys, nothing happened between Blaise and me, ok? Don't get any wrong ideas. He was just sleeping here, that's all. We didn't do anything at all."

"Stop babbling, Harry. Nobody said you did anything together," Hermione said, giggling slightly at Harry's obvious embarrassment.

"…Oh…" Harry said with a blush rising to his cheeks at an alarming rate. "Come in then. Don't just stand there. And Blaise, I think you should put on some clothes."

Blaise nodded and went into the room to change. Ron and Hermione rushed to Harry's side. Hermione hugged Harry tightly, their swollen bellies bumping slightly against each other. Ron laughed at the funny sight.

"Mate, what's Zabini doing here all of a sudden?" Ron asked.

"He was just sleeping here, Ron. That's all."

Ron sighed in relieve.

"And we're sort of dating now," Harry added with a sheepish grin.

"What!"

"We're dating."

"I heard you the first time, you dolt. How come nobody bothered to tell me?" Ron said with a hurt expression.

"I've always wanted to tell you, Ronald, but you are always too busy eating," Hermione replied, slightly annoyed with the redhead.

Harry and Blaise met again two days after the scene at Diagon Alley. By then everybody had heard about the separation of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy thanks to an interesting article by Rita Skeeter. Blaise was worried about how Harry was coping so he visited Harry to see if he was alright. What he found shocked him. There was a huge pile of letters, flowers, chocolates and various gifts in front of Harry's apartment. They were from witches and wizards all over the world who wanted to encourage Harry to be strong after they heard of the terrible incident.

Since then, Blaise has always been by Harry's side supporting and helping him. Harry was touched by Blaise's actions so when Blaise finally asked him out, he agreed immediately.

"Ok, ok, it's my fault. Hey, is there anything that I can eat? I'm starved," said Ron while plopping himself down in the seat across from Harry.

Hermione snorted rather loudly. "See what I meant just now?" she asked Harry.

"Hey! There's nothing wrong with having a healthy appetite."

Harry just chuckled and said, "There's some chocolate fudge cake in the fridge. Go help yourself but please, please bring some back for me."

"Ok, I'll bring some back for you but I'll have you know that you'll have to pay me one galleon for every step that I'm going to take," Ron said jokingly.

"Sure."

Ron came back with two bowls after a while. He handed one bowl to Harry and sat down again.

"You owe me 62 galleons, old friend."

"Oh, did I tell you that that slice of chocolate fudge cake happened to cost 62 galleons? I guess not," Harry said with a cheeky grin. "We're even then. Aren't we, Ron?"

Hermione shook her head and muttered, "Boys will be boys…"

Two heads, one raven and the other one red shot up immediately and they said indignantly. "Hey! We're heard that!"

"Alright, I'm going to the kitchen to prepare our lunch. Don't eat so much of that cake now; it'll spoil your appetite!" Hermione warned.

"I'm helping you, 'Mione," Ron said, getting up from the comfortable seat and following Hermione into the kitchen.

Just then Blaise came out if the room wearing Harry's old grey sweater and his own pants. He gave Harry an expression that said simply, "Where are those two?"

Harry nodded to the kitchen and Blaise gave him a smile.

He took a seat next to Harry and asked, "How are you feeling this morning?"

"Good, but very hungry," he chuckled slightly.

"When are you not…" Blaise mumbled quietly but loud enough for Harry to hear him.

Harry grabbed a cushion nearby and hurled it at Blaise with all him might. The cushion hit Blaise square in the chest. Blaise grabbed another cushion nearby and throw it at Harry, purposely missing Harry. Harry then pinned Blaise down and started tickling him. The living room was soon filled with laughter from the two men.

They were rudely interrupted by an owl tapping insistently at the glass window. Blaise got up and walked to the window, opening it. Instead of giving Blaise the newspaper like it usually does, the owl flew straight into the apartment and landed right in front of Harry, the newspaper secured between its sharp beaks.

Harry stared at the owl quizzically before finally reaching out and retrieving the Daily Prophet from it.

He looked at the newspaper and blood left his face. Draco and Wood's smiling faces were occupying about half of the front page and below the photo were some big, bold words.

Wedding Bells for Malfoy?

Harry hurriedly turned to the next page and continued to read.

Wedding Bells for Malfoy (again)?

Could wedding bells be ringing soon for Draco Malfoy, the wealthiest person in the wizarding world and his Quidditch player boyfriend, Oliver Wood?

The couple was put into nearly everybody's bad books when Wood insulted Harry Potter in public and Malfoy divorcing Potter two weeks later. It is widely believed that Wood is the main reason for the failed marriage of two of the most influential and attractive wizards of our time.

Some reporters waylaid the couple recently in an exclusive French restaurant at Regal Alley. An angry Wood nearly hit one of the reporters but when asked about future wedding plans, Wood's attitude changed completely. He nodded and smiled when they bombarded him with this question.

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy got married six years ago. Many predicted that their marriage would-

Harry threw the newspaper onto the ground. He couldn't continue, he didn't want to.

Blaise was staring out of the window, enjoying the view outside before he was startled by the loud sound the newspaper made when it hit the floor. He turned around and found a pale Harry sitting on the couch, hands trembling terribly and staring at the paper in disbelief.

He rushed to Harry's side and picked up the paper. He looked at it briefly before throwing it on the floor again. He sat down next to Harry and gathered him in his arms. He rocked Harry gently while whispering comforting words to him in an attempt to calm the pregnant man.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah… I'm fine… Just shocked I guess," Harry said, voice quivering and eyes turning glassy.

He looked like he was having a hard time holding his tears back.

"It's okay to cry, you know?" said Blaise quietly.

Harry nodded and big fat tears that had been rolling in his eyes for quite some time slid down his flushed cheeks. He looked away, sadness clouding his bright eyes. His shoulders shook with every sob.

And through all these Blaise stayed by Harry's side, holding him close and rocking him gently, trying to calm him down.

"I've been crying an awful lot, haven't I?" he asked tearfully.

Blaise brought his hands to Harry's cheeks and wiped away the tears. He turned Harry's head around slowly. He made sure that Harry was facing him and looking straight into his eyes before saying, "You're not a robot. You are a human being and you have emotions. Please, Harry, I would prefer you to cry rather than have you bottling everything inside. It's not healthy."

"I don't want to cry for him. I don't want to waste anymore tears on him but I can't seem to help it. How could he do this to me, to us? After seven years together and he's getting married two months after we broke up?"

Harry sent the divorce letter to Draco immediately after that day. Draco replied one week later. He signed it. Although a divorce was inevitable at that stage, a tiny part of Harry still wished that Draco will refuse to sign it however pathetic it may seem. It was all over when Harry signed in the space beside Draco's signature. It was all over with that signature. Seven years of lies and heart breaks over.

Blaise tightened his hold on Harry who was by that time sobbing loudly. He rubbed Harry's back while Harry continued to cry his heart out on Blaise's warm shoulder.

Ron's red head poked out of the kitchen door suddenly to check on Harry and he saw Harry crying in Blaise's arms.

"What the bloody hell happened here?" Ron bellowed, thinking that Harry was upset because of something Blaise said or did.

Ron stormed into the living room with Hermione following closely behind him wearing an apron with little snitches on it. He was just about to punch Blaise when he saw the newspaper lying on the floor with Oliver Wood and the stupid ferret's face on the front page, the most irritating and disturbing smile on the faces.

He picked the newspaper up and read the headlines.

"I'm going to kill the bloody fucker and the shameless whore," said Ron, his ears turning as red as his hair.

"Ron! Don't!" Hermione yelled.

But it was too late.

Ron was gone.

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