Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter... but I'm borrowing him from Draco... J.K. Rowling owns them both...

Note: Hello, I am DrarryTLA and this is my story.

...CHAPTER 3...

p.s. I'm sorry if the stages of pregnancy are out of order. Let's just say that since Harry is a boy things are different. (I mean I've never been pregnat... duh.)

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Need You To Need Me

Two days had gone by since the news of Narcissa Black's escape and by now the entire student body knew about it. Draco Malfoy, in particular seemed the most angry and wary. His mother was not the right subject to be discussed when he was in the same room. The news of his mother and aunt's escape had begun to put much strain on him, and so had his relationship with the love of his life. Ever since he had been called to Dumbledore's office Harry been acting oddly. It seemed to Draco that Harry was hiding something because he had been so distant for the past two days. Not to worry though... Draco had a plan to fix whatever was bothering his beloved Gryffindor...

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"Harry, how are you feeling?" Hermione asked her best friend as she suddenly appeared by his side in the bathroom. He was curled around the toilet, suffering from his most recent spell of morning sickness. He lifted his head slowly and tried to smile at his friend.

"You're not supposed to be in here," he laughed.

Hermione pulled his hair away from his face and smiled. "I'm Head Girl so I can do whatever I bloody well please. And besides, you and I both know Ron has a weak stomach and would be vomiting right here next to you." Harry chuckled at the truth in her words.

"Well, it should pass soon," Harry said gratefully. "It hasn't been so bad these last two days."

"It's about time," Hermione said as she grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from Harry's brow. "You're thin enough as it is," she said mocking Mrs. Weasely. The impersonation was perfect, so perfect in fact the Ron yelled from the door room.

"Mum! Is that you? Please say I'm dreaming!" they heard him beg.

"It was just Hermione!" Harry called with a small chuckle right before his face took on a palish green tint and he emptied the rest of the very little food in his stomach into the toilet.

"There, there," Hermione cooed as she rubbed his back soothingly. "It's alright."

"I can't wait for this to pass," Harry said as he wiped his mouth on a towel.

"Me too," Ron said as he walked in with his red hair sticking up at odd angles. "Good morning, Hermione," he greeted. Then he walked over to the sink and brushed his teeth. "So have you told Draco that you're going to be staying at the Burrow for a few weeks?" he asked when he finished.

Harry looked down and studied his hands. "No..." he sighed. "I can't bring myself to tell him. Every time I try I find myself unable to talk. It's hard."

Ron walked over and bent down to wrap a long arm around Harry's shoulder. "It will only get harder the longer you wait. We graduate and leave tomorrow, mate. You need to tell him tonight."

"I know," Harry whispered as he wrapped Ron in a hug and started to cry.

"Harry," Ron started as he pulled his smaller friend closer. "Don't cry. If you start crying then I'll start crying," he said with a laugh. Hermione smiled at the caring scene. Who knew that Ron had a sensitive side?

Harry sniffled and took a deep breath. "It's not my fault," he said wiping his eyes. "Stupid hormones," he smiled.

"You're so cute pregnant, Harry!" Hermione exclaimed as she hugged him.

"Thank you?" Harry laughed. His stomach no longer felt queasy so he allowed Hermione to help him stand. His body felt weak and sore from his heaving. "I'm glad we don't have classes today," he sighed. "My bed is calling."

"You're not coming down to breakfast?" Hermione asked with a stern, motherly look in her brown eyes. "Harry, you're feeding two now," she potined out. "Remember what Madam Pompfrey said."

"I never said I was skipping breakfast," Harry laughed as he walked over to his trunk and pulled out some fresh clothes. "But I will be coming back up for a nap after I eat."

"Me too," Ron said with a yawn.

Hermione gave him an incredulous glare. "Ron, you've barely just woken up. How are you still tired?"

"Hermione, it's Ron," Harry laughed as he went back into the bathroom to change. He could hear Ron and Hermione bickering the whole time. Thank goodness they were the only ones in the dorm. Everyone else had woken up early to get outside in the sunshine because for some, it was the lsat time they would spend a Friday at Hogwarts. Harry wished with all his heart that he could share in their happiness. His heart clenched tightly in his chest as he though about what he had to do that night.

A single tear fell from his cheek before he walked out of the bathroom dressed and ready to go down to breakfast. He discarded his pajamas and the three friends headed down to breakfast.

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"Good morning, Harry," Draco smiled as he sat down next to the raven-haired object of his affections. He kissed Harry on the cheek and began to fill a plate with food. He took no notice to the fact that Harry hadn't said anything to greet him in return. "Will you meet me tonight? In my room?" he asked.

"Of course," Harry said with a sad smile as Draco took a bite out of a piece of buttered toast. He looked across the table and nodded at Hermione and Ron. In their eyes he could see the sadness he felt. They knew as much as he did how much tonight would hurt. "What are you doind today?" he asked Draco.

"I have to finish writing up some reports for Dumbledore. If you ask me he's just trying to get on my nerves. Did he make you write some silly discipline reports for being Haed Girl?" Draco asked looking over at Hermione.

"No," she laughed. "Lucky you."

"What were you going to do today?" Draco asked Harry.

"Well, Ron and I were going to get a headstart on packing," Harry said as he winked at Ron. Ron smiled.

"What he means to say is that he and Ron are going to go back to sleep and won't start packing until the very last possible second," Hermione cut in. "After seven years I think I've got you two figured out."

"It's our system," Ron shrugged. "What can I say?" he laughed. Hermione, Harry, and Draco joined in.

The rest of breakfast passed with small talk and comfortable silences. But as the four sat eating, a lump had started to grow in the back of Harry's throat and a dull ache had started up in his chest. He nearly started crying again when Draco kissed him on the cheek and said goodbye. "I'll see you tonight, Harry!" he called over his shoulder. Harry smiled and waved back to him.

When Draco was out of sight Harry rested his head against the table. "Why me?" he muttered sadly. Hermione and Ron could think of nothing that would comfort their friend. But before either of them could persuade Harry to head back up to the Tower Professor Snape came up behind him.

"Mr. Potter," he said in his usual monotone voice. "I would like a word with you in my office." Harry lifted his head and turned to face the potions master. He nodded and stood. Then he told Hermione and Ron he'd be right back and then followed Snape down to the dungeons where his office was located. "Have a seat, Harry," Snape said with a friendlier tone. While amongst students he liked to remain stoic and cold, but with friends and family he had a whole different side to him. He was in no way a fluffy bunny, but he wasn't the heartless, cold professor everyone believed him to be.

Harry sat in a chair across from Snape's desk. Snape went to sit down in his chair and then reached into the top drawer of the desk and pulled out a small vial. Inside the vial was a bright lavender liquid. "What's that, Severus?" he asked as Snape held the vial out to him.

"It is a calming drought," Snape replied. "Poppy thought it would help to keep stress off the baby. The effects will last for a week. I shall bring you more as you need it and as the pregnancy progresses I will be making any potions you require."

Harry smiled at the concern and almost fatherly tone he could hear in Snape's voice. He looked at the vial and asked, "What will it do to the baby?"

"Nothing," Snape smiled. "The effects of the potion only keep the baby from feeling any stress you might be feeling. It is completely harmless."

"Good," Harry smiled. He pulled the lid from the vial and drank its contents in one sip. "It taste like grapejuice," he smiled. "Thank you, Severus." He immediately felt the effects of the drought beginning to take effect. It felt as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

"Have you sent an owl to Sirius yet?" Snape asked with only the slightest bit of disgust added to Sirius's name.

"I haven't told him about the baby yet, but I did tell him I needed to tell him and Lucius something. I would rather tell them the news in person. You'll have to help me get to them alone. Draco can't find out under any circumstances," Harry said. Snape's heart nearly broke at the grief he could hear in the teen's voice.

And then a dangerous amount of rage errupted within him. "If I- When I find Narcissa and Bellatrix I will enjoy every second of torure I plan to out them through," he growled.

"You're not the only one who feels that way," Harry laughed sadly. "Will you watch Draco and make sure he's okay?"

"Of course I will," Snape smiled.

"Good. I've already talked to Blaise Zabini and he said he would meet me and tell me about Draco," Harry blushed.

"I figured you would not be able to simply say goodbye and go," Snape smiled. "Did you tell Blaise about the baby?"

"Yes. I figured at least one of Draco's Slyherin friends needed to know and he's the only one I completely trust," Harry answered honestly. Snape nodded in approval.

"Mr. Zabini will be sure to keep his mouth shut and he seems closer to Draco than the others," Snape said. "This way, Draco will have a friend to keep him from doing anything rash or stupid. It would do no good for anyone if he were to go after you."

"I know," Harry whispered. "And while I'm at the Burrow, I'll probably have to tall Mrs. Weasley."

"It might be wise," Snape said specutively. "If anyone knows about being pregnant she does." Harry chuckled at that. "Will you be staying there all summer?"

"Well, since Draco and Lucius will be staying at Grimmauld Place I have no where else to go. And there's no way in bloody hell I'm going to seek Dumbledore's help," Harry said darkly.

"Well, if you find that you wish to live elsewhere, there is spare room at my Manor," Snape started. "But I would understand completely if you wouldn't want to."

"No," Harry reassured, "That might be nice." Snape smiled brighter than Harry had ever seen before.

Then the smile was gone and quickly replaced by Snape's usual stoic mask as the door to his office opened. It was Dumbledore. "Ah, good evening, Severus, Harry," the old man smiled brightly. Harry glared and Snape sneered. "Might I have a word with you, Professor?" he asked as his twinkling eyes looked over Harry and then went to focus on Snape.

"Yes, Headmaster," Snape said bluntly. "Mr. Potter, we are finished," he said nodding at Harry.

"Yes, Professor Snape," Harry said as he stood to leave. When he passed Dumbledore a cold shiver went down his back. He didn't look back as he left and headed back to Gryffindor Tower.

Later that night...

Harry took calming breaths as he made his way down to the dungeons where the Head Boy room was. In his mind he went over what he needed to say and how he needed to say it to make it Draco believe. As he approached the portrait he stopped and thought about what Hermione had told him before leaving. "Harry, you have to hurt him. Hurt him to save him." He took another breath. "Hurt him to save him," he whispered lowly as he steeled himself against his breaking heart. He whispered the password to the portrait and it swung open for him. He stepped inside and the most delicious scent permeated his senses. It was vanilla, his favorite.

"Draco?" he called. He walked into the small common room and saw candles placed randomly around the room there was a small table with two place settings on it. It was beautiful.

"Hello, Harry," Draco said as he came up from behind Harry and wrapped his arms around his waist. He placed a gentle kiss on the side of Harry's neck. "Please sit down," he said next as he pulled out a chair for Harry. Harry sat and tried to smile genuinely as Draco went to sit across from him. Draco smiled and snapped his fingers. Then Dobby popped into the room with a silver tray.

"Hello, Harry Potter!" the small house elf exclaimed. "It's good to sees you, sir!" Harry smiled at him and the many pairs of socks he was wearing.

"It is good to see you, Dobby," Harry said as Dobby placed two plates from the tray onto the table, one in front of Harry and one in front of Draco. The food looked delicious and that is what Harry told Dobby.

"Thanks you, Harry Potter, sir!" Dobby bowed.

"Thank you, Dobby," Draco said. The elf bowed to his old master and then disappeared with a pop. "He's always so happy to see you isn't he?" Draco laughed when Dobby was gone.

"Yeah," Harry said as he looked down at the food.

"Well, let's eat," Draco said as he picked up his fork. Harry did the same, but didn not have much of an appetite even though the food looked so delectable. They ate in silence for a few minutes. "Harry, are you okay?" Draco asked as he put his fork down.

Harry looked up. He didn't say anything so Draco continued. "Are you feeling ill again?" he asked with worry clear in his voice. Harry couldn't find his voice and shook his head no. Draco scooted his chair over to sit next to Harry. Then he gently caressed Harry's cheek. "It's all right," he smiled. "There's something I need to ask you." He grabbed Harry's hands and pulled him up. They were both standing now. The ache in Harry's chest that had grown since breakfast was suddenly almost unbearable. "Harry James Potter, I love you," Draco whispered as he kissed Harry's hand which he still held. Harry let in a sharp intake of breath.

"Draco, I-" Harry tried to say but Draco placed a finger over his lips to quiet him.

"Harry, let me finish," he said softly. "I never want to be without you." Harry's heartbeat sped up. "My happiest times have been with you." Harry's heart clenched painfully when he saw the love in Draco's silver eyes.

"Don't," Harry said softly. He couldn't take much more.

"Don't what?" Draco smiled.

"I need t-to say something," Harry replied. He could feel the familiar burn in his eyes warning him that he was about to start crying. He closed his eyes and willed himself to stay strong. "I..." he tried as he opened his eyes slowly and looked up into Draco's puzzled eyes. "I d-don't...love you... anymore," he said softly. His chest began to heave from the effort of trying not to cry.

"What?" Draco asked softly as if he hadn't heard Harry right. He couldn't have him right, could he have? He closed his eyes softly for a brief moment. "It's not true," he said confidently. "Harry, listen," he said as he let Harry's hands go and reached into his pocket. From his pocket he pulled a small black box. Harry saw it and gasped, closing his eyes. It couldn't have been what he thought it was...

It was.

Draco opened the box and inside was a beautiful silver ring that had a diamond and an emerald cut in the shape of a heart, the diamond slightly bigger. Harry had never seen anything so beautiful. "Harry, I need to ask you something," Draco smiled. Harry looked up with tear-blurred eyes and could feel his heart starting to crack.

"Will you marry me?" Draco asked finally.

Harry closed his eyes tightly and tried to control his breathing. Why did Draco have to love him so much? He slowly opened his eyes and then looked down at the ring. "N...no," he was able to get out. "I-I cannot m-marry someone th-that I do not l-love," he said in a broken voice.

"Why are you saying this?" Draco asked. "Did you find someone else?"

Harry thought for a moment and then answered. "I have, and Draco... I never want t-to see you again..." he finished as he rasied his head and looked into Draco's eyes.

And when their eyes met his heart broke. He could take no more. He turned with his head raised and headed to the portrait hole. No longer could he hold back his tears. He didn't look back, he couldn't. It would kill him to see the hurt in Draco's eyes again. He didn't stop running until he reached the tower where Ron and Hermione were waiting.

That night he fell asleep silently crying because he had left the person he loved and the pieces of his broken heart down in the dungeons...

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NOTE: Thank you for reading! How did you like it? I'm not sure if I confidently like the ending scene. Was it good or kind of lame?

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