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Chapter 15

"Ron! Don't!" Hermione yelled.

But it was too late.

Ron was already gone.

With a distinct loud crack, a red-faced and huffing Ron was standing in front of a magnificent castle. Sure, it was not as big as Hogwarts castle but it was not just a manor either. Ron looked at the intimidating high gate in disdain. How could Harry stand living in this cold place for so many years? Ron thought bitterly. Oh that's right, there's the filthy hypocrite Malfoy.

He didn't bother with any pleasantries. He drew his wand out from his robe and pointed it at the gate. He quickly said a spell and wasn't surprised when nothing happened. Did he really think a death eater's son will leave his home so vulnerable and open to any possible attacks? Especially since said person was worthless filth like Malfoy?

No matter, Ron continued throwing curse after curse at the seemingly indestructible gate. Ron would never find out whether the gate was really indestructible because a man was walking towards him.

The man was wearing an expensive looking suit and he looked like he just swallowed some dragon dung. He was frowning heavily and there was an air of arrogance around him. Upon a closer look, Ron saw that there was a long scar along the man's right cheek and his nose was slightly crooked, as though he had broken it and it never mended.

"What do you want?" the foul looking man all but spat at Ron.

"Who are you?" asked Ron.

"I asked, what do you want?" the man sneered, ignoring Ron's question completely.

Outraged, Ron said, "That s none of your fucking business, you mind your own bleeding business, stupid son of a bitch!"

Instead of feeling insulted, the man looked highly amused by Ron's string of vulgarities. That served to annoy Ron even more and Ron began yelling, "Call that stupid shit out! What? He's too afraid? That bloody coward! And where's his little cock-sucker whore? MALFOY! Get the hell out of the castle!"

"I'm afraid, as the housekeeper, I have to ask you to leave this place although I rather enjoyed your interesting choice of words for the past few minutes," the housekeeper smirked unpleasantly.

"No way!"

"Well, then I'm afraid I'll have to – Fuck! You barbarian!" cried the housekeeper as he clutched at his stomach.

Ron had punched him hard and while he was bent over, doubling in pain, Ron pointed his wand at the man's back and said, "Petrificus Totalus."

The body in front of him turned rigid immediately and like a great stone statue, fell to the ground with a loud thud. His eyes were still able to move and Ron was fairly sure he could hear perfectly well too.

"How does that feel? That will teach you not to mess with me, Ron Weasley," said Ron airily as he walked away from the housekeeper.

"Oh my God! Harry, what should we do now?" Hermione asked frantically.

Harry sighed loudly, "I can go after him now, Herm, don't worry. I'll just go change and –"

"No!" exclaimed Blaise and Hermione at the same time.

"Why not? It's my fault, is it not? I'll bring him back in no time, don't worry."

"Are you mad? Do you know how dangerous it is to apparate during a pregnancy?" Hermione asked.

Blaise was nodding his head in agreement to what Hermione just said.

Harry just rolled his eyes.

"Harry! This is no laughing matter!"

"I'm not even laughing!"

"Ron could possibly be arrested. If someone has to go and bring him back, it'll be me. Not you."

"That's too dangerous. Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'm always fine."

"No! I won't–" Hermione objected.

"Oh for goodness sake, can't we just go and get him together?" an exasperated Blaise asked. "Bloody Gryffindors…" he muttered under his breath.

The moment he stepped into the building, moans and loud banging sounds could be heard coming from one of the many rooms upstairs. Recognizing immediately what the noise was, Ron scrunched up his nose in disgust.

Before he yelled for Malfoy to come down, he took a good look at the place. It was still the same – very neat and expensive-looking. The only difference was the absence of Harry's photos and belongings. Harry and ferret's photos were replaced by the ferret and his whore's. Even Harry's Quidditch Captain Badge was replaced by bloody Wood's badge.

"Ohhh… Gosh Drake…"

"That's nice baby…"

"Yessss…"

Ron couldn't take it anymore. He felt like he was betraying Harry just by listening to Malfoy fucking Wood (or Wood fucking Malfoy). The moans seemed to fuel Ron's anger even more.

He cleared his throat loudly and yelled, "Shut the hell up and get down here, bloody ferret!"

There was a moment of silence then a loud "Shit!" was heard.

"You better come down now or I'll go up and smash your ugly face!"

A moment later Wood came down the stairs with a bathrobe wrapped around him. He was looking very smug, as though he truly owns the place, that he was now fucking Malfoy, the wealthiest wizard alive.

"Good morning, Ron," said Oliver in a sickeningly friendly tone. "What brings you here this beautiful day in the middle of one of my incredible shagging session with Draco?"

Ron sneered, "I have absolutely no interest in your dirty act with the ferret."

"Oh, if I recall correctly, Harry did the 'dirty act' with Draco for the past 7 years."

"Just shut up. Where the hell is the ferret?"

"Stop calling me that, weasel!" said Draco sharply as he too came down with only a bathrobe on.

"You!"

"What on earth do you want?"

"I want to smash your face, cut off your cock and shove it in your mouth until you suffocate to death," said Ron angrily.

Draco chuckled dryly and said, "Didn't know you have that in you, weasel. You think like a death eater."

Furious, Ron walked to where Draco was standing and tried to punch him. Draco dodged the blow with his old seeker reflexes. Ron grabbed Draco by the shoulder and shook him.

"Why are you doing this to Harry? Why are you doing it now, when he's pregnant and vulnerable!"

Meanwhile, Oliver had quietly sneaked away to the fireplace in Draco's study. He threw some floo powder into the flame and it turned a brilliant emerald green immediately. Oliver shouted, "Head of the Auror department, Ministry of Magic" into the flame and Kingsley Shacklebolt's head appeared hovering in the flames.

"Shacklebolt, can you bring a team of Aurors to Malfoy castle as soon as possible? Weasley is trying to kill Draco!" Oliver said in his most panicked tone.

Shacklebolt's expression changed completely when he heard that a Weasley, no doubt Ron, was trying to kill Draco Malfoy. He had been reluctant to answer Oliver's firecall because of Oliver's reputation but he was glad he did because Ron would be in so much trouble id the other Aurors got there before him.

"You scum!"

"I'm just doing what everyone else would do. There's no point continuing our marriage. I don't have any feelings for Harry anymore."

"You're sick."

"Harry was the one who sent me the divorce letters."

"Don't try to justify your unfaithfulness with that! Harry should have listened to us in the beginning. He should have listened to us when we asked him not to marry you!" Ron said hotly.

"Enough of that, Weasley. I know you despise me and I'm glad to say the feeling is mutual. I no longer have to pretend to tolerate you," Draco said flatly.

"Good. Because I don't want you pretending to tolerate me and I'm glad you know that I hate you."

Draco snorted.

"I'm warning you, weasel. If you don't go now, I'll call in the Aurors."

"See if I care, Malfoy."

Unfazed, Draco merely smiled and said, "Oh I think you would care very much. Granger will no doubt be facing an inquiry at work if her precious husband tried to kill the ministry's most generous donor."

Harry, Blaise and Hermione appeared at the gate fifteen minutes later. They would have been much faster if Hermione didn't insist on performing a series of complicated and tedious spells on herself and Harry to lower the risk of splinching.

The gate was wide open and they went in immediately. They saw a man lying on the floor, motionless. He was glaring at them openly. Harry had never seen that man before and looking at his attire, he must be the new housekeeper. The three of them walked on, completely ignoring the stupefied man on the floor.

When they came near to the castle, a tiny house-elf came running towards them in bright pink dress. Dobby was following closely behind the tiny house-elf and he was dressed in a turquoise apron.

"Harry Potter, sir!" Dobby squeaked excitedly, his face split open with a wide grin.

Before Harry could answer, Hermione cut in, "Oh, hello Dobby. How are you? I hope Malfoy pays you well and do you have enough hats and socks? I can make you some, you know? Oh and who is this cute little elf? You know you can – "

"Hermione!"

"Alright, alright!" snapped Hermione.

"Thank you!" Harry replied sarcastically and felt immediately guilty for using that kind of tone with Hermione. "Sorry…" he muttered.

"It's ok," Hermione said coldly.

"Erm… Shall we go in?" Blaise said loudly, trying to break the awkward silence caused be the two emotional pregnant Gryffindors.

Dobby, sensing the uncomfortable situation, began to pull Harry towards the castle.

"Sectum – " Draco's wand was pointing straight at a wandless Ron.

Harry's eyes widen as he took in the scene. Behind him, Hermione gave a shriek too as she realized which spell Draco was about to perform.

Desperate, Harry hurriedly whispered, "Expelliarmus" and prayed to God that it would work because it was a long time ago that he last used wandless magic. He heaved a sigh of relief when Draco's wand flew out of his hand and landed on the marble floor with a loud crack.

Draco turned around to see Harry standing in between Granger and Blaise. He took the time to study Harry. Harry was quite pale although he did put on some weight. His belly was unusually large at this stage of the pregnancy. Draco sneered when he saw Blaise holding Harry's arms, supporting him.

"Draco."

"Harry," acknowledged Draco. "I see you didn't waste any time looking for a substitute," he nodded towards Blaise.

Refusing to react to obvious provocation, Harry simply replied, "I heard that congratulations are in order."

"Hello Draco."

"Zabini."

Oliver appeared once again and when he saw Harry, Hermione and Blaise there, he couldn't mask his surprise.

"Oliver, go back to the room."

"I don't think it's necessary. I prefer to stay here," Oliver smiled at Draco.

Oliver turned to face Harry and gave him a really nasty smile, "Oh Harry, you really are a Slytherin at heart. Pretending to be sad when Drake dumped you but all the while you had the hots for Zabini. Tell me, did it start when we were still in Hogwarts?" he chuckled dryly then continued, "I see you seem to like the bad boys eh?"

Harry didn't hear what Oliver said. All he could think of was Oliver calling Draco Drake. That had been like punching him in the stomach. Only he was allowed to call Draco Drake. Why did Oliver do that? Nobody else was allowed to call Draco that. It was something special between the two of them and Draco had taken that away from him as well.

Harry felt like crying although he knew it was stupid to cry over something like this. Draco had obviously moved on so why couldn't he? Why is it so easy to love somebody but so hard to stop loving that person? Harry's heart ached when he imagine himself playing with the baby alone and nobody's there to share that joy with him. Then he imagined Draco's beaming face when he holds his and Oliver's child in his arms.

The Aurors chose that moment to arrive and Harry was saved from embarrassing himself by crying in front of everybody.

Ron got away with a 1000 galleons fine for trespassing in the end.

The journey back home was silent and unusually long. Nobody spoke. Not even the usually very chatty Dobby. Dobby flew the four of them back in Draco's private jet.

Without Draco's permission of course.

When they got back to the apartment, Harry was the first one to break the silence.

"That was really stupid by the way," Harry reprimanded Ron.

"Why are you behaving like a bloody Hufflepuff?" said a red-faced Ron, firing up at once. "You've turned into such a wimp, Harry. You can't even fight back at the ferret's bullying tactics! Why did you let him do that to you!"

There was silence in the room. Nobody dared to make a sound.

Bright red blotches appeared on Harry's cheeks and his eyes turned glassy with unshed tears. His lips began to tremble but despite all this, there was still a fierce determination in his eyes.

Ron seemed to realise his mistake because he started to shake his head and muttered, "That was not what I meant" over and over again under his breath.

Hermione was staring at Ron in shock and disbelief. She could not believe that her husband could be so incredibly insensitive and cruel, to his best friend no less.

"Don't lie. I've had enough of lies to last me for this lifetime. I know exactly what you meant," Harry said, voice wobbling dangerously.

Harry took a step back from Ron and shaking his head continued, "I'm sorry if I'm a wimp. Sorry if I'm not as brave as you. Sorry if I'm not living up to the standard you and this fucking world set for me, the fucking boy-who-lived! Well guess what? I'm sick of all these expectations and assumptions of me!"

He finished with a broken sob and ran up to his room immediately. Ron tried to go after Harry but was held back by a disgusted Blaise. A loud bang was heard when Harry slammed his door shut.

"You're a jerk, Weasley."

"Shut up."

"I have to agree with Blaise on that, Ron. You were a total bastard to Harry just now," scolded Hermione.

Ron pulled at his hair in exasperation and plopped down in the sofa. He punched the sofa with all his might and not looking up at any of them said, "I screwed up, didn't I?"

Blaise's annoyed voice replied, "You damn well did. You'll be lucky if Harry forgives you."

Ron buried his head in the cushion and let out a loud groan that was largely ignored by Hermione and Blaise who thought he deserved to be miserable after treating Harry like that.

"Blaise, I think you should check on Harry."

"Yeah, I'll go later. Give him some time alone at the moment."

Back in the room, Harry was sobbing at his desk. He took out his quill and parchment and began to write a letter to Sirius. Although Sirius has died, Harry always believed that Sirius will receive all his letters no matter what.

Dear Sirius,

As I sit here writing this letter, your little marauder is growing within me. I miss you so much. I wish you were here with me now. I wish you were here to guide me and tell me everything will turn out fine in the end.

I'm so lost. The brave Harry is just a mask that I wear to protect myself. Why do I have to be the boy who lived? Why does the whole world assume that I'm their saviour when I can barely cope with my own problems? I wish I had died 24 years ago. That way I can be with mum and dad and none of this would have happened.

I know you probably think I'm a coward by now. But I am a coward. I'm so afraid. Do you know what I think about when I look at my swelling stomach? I imagine my son looking so much like Draco that I can't even bear to look at him. I imagine Draco's eyes staring back at me. Tell me I can do this alone please.

I don't know what to do. Help me, Sirius.

Harry

After finishing the letter, Harry took out his wand and whispered, "Incendio."

The letter burst into flame at once and Harry prayed that Sirius will receive it.

Harry then went to his bed. He lay in it and looked at the ceiling. He fell asleep a short while later.

Sensing Harry was asleep, Blaise tip-toed across the room and came to a halt at Harry's bed. Harry was curled into a fetal position, sleeping soundly. Despite the dried tear tracks on his face, he still managed to look incredibly peaceful and angelic when he was asleep.

Blaise gently pushed Harry's soft bangs away from his face. The slight movement caused Harry to stir. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times before smiling at Blaise.

"Hi."

"Are you alright?" Blaise said down at the foot of the bed and put his hand on Harry's arm.

"Yeah, I think I'm – Ouch!"

"What's wrong?"

"I'm – " Harry screamed suddenly and clutched at his stomach. "Pain… My baby…"

"Harry! Are you okay?" Blaise asked frantically. "You're really scaring me now."

Harry managed to shake his head before being completely consumed by darkness...

A/N: It's here! It's finally here! A huge thank you to all you lovely reviewers out there and of course my lovely BETA. Really sorry for the lateness of this chapter. An evil cliff-hanger. Lol! Well, what do you think has happened to Harry then? Tell me and how would you like me to write the subsequent chapters? As in more fluff/angst all that stuff.

I risked my grades to write this chapter. Yes I'm having a major exam now. Please review. Please please please!

Till next time then...

p.s: next chapter is half done!