Disclaimer: Still, I Sadly Owe Nothing...

Warnings: Oh Goodie, There's Violence In This Chapter

AN: Some Parts Of My Story Have Different POV's... Sorry If It Annoys You, But I Can't Help It :)

I remember it like it was yesterday. The day he told me his true feelings for me, was one of the best days of my life. I of course had feelings for him for a little over a year now, but I would never admit that to anybody but Ron and 'Mione. I don't know when or why even I had such strong feelings for him. I suppose it was those hard penetrating eyes that did it for me. Every time I looked into them my heart fluttered and broke all in the same time. I knew I would never have him. He was Malfoy for Gods sake. No way in hell he was gay.

Fortunately, like so many other things, I was wrong. It was right after graduation from Hogwarts, when everyone was saying their final goodbyes. Draco pulled me to the side.

"Harry, can we talk for a moment?"

My heart sputtered. Since when does he use my first name?

We went to the most secluded place we could find. That's when he kissed me. Of course I was shocked, but I kissed him back none the less. We pulled away from each other gasping for breath. He chuckled. I looked away awkwardly. He pulled my face so we were looking into each others eyes.

"Harry, I don't know how to say this so I'm just gonna come straight out with it… I love you, please don't freak out, I'll understand if you don't wanna talk to me again but I had to tell you, in case I never see you again."

I couldn't believe it. The man whom I have loved for over a year just confessed to me he loved me as well. So I did the only thing I could think to do. I pushed him against the wall and kissed him the most passionately I could. I pulled away to catch my breath. Then I leaned into him so my mouth was by his ear. That's when I whispered "I love you, too. More than you'll ever know."

That was two years ago. Now we're nineteen, live together and are expecting our first child. I was so happy when I found out. I couldn't believe it, I was ten weeks pregnant. In less than eight months we would have a baby girl or boy around the house. I was so nervous about telling Draco. He'd been drinking a lot lately. We always seem to fight about the dumbest things anymore. It had to be my mood swings. At least that's what I'd told myself…

That night, I prepared one of the most beautiful dinners my hands could create without magic. We were going to eat by candle light. I made baked ziti with meatballs. I had a very colorful side salad. Homemade dressing and all. It was gorgeous.

As luck would have it, Draco was late. Not just a few minutes late, but five hours late. Finally, at 11:13 p.m. he stumbled through the door, only to find me sitting there with candles burning, they were almost gone by now. Damn, I was pissed. I think I could've honestly strangled him that night. When I asked him why he was so late he just shrugged and went to the fridge to get a beer. He sat down at the table and started eating, unsuccessfully since he kept missing his mouth.

He looked up at me, with a satisfied smirk when he finally got it in his mouth. This made me even madder. I got out of my chair and shoved it into the table as hard as I could. When I started to stomp off, he grabbed my wrist.

"Where are you going stomping off like that?" He asked.

"I'm going to my room." I replied harshly. I headed up the steps and began to get his pillows, a blanket and his pajamas. I took them downstairs and set them on the couch so I wouldn't have to face him again that night.

I guess he thought differently. About ten minutes after I took his stuff downstairs, he was back up stairs with his pajamas already on, pillows and blanket in his arms. I looked at him dazed.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked.

"What? I can't sleep on my own damn bed anymore?" He answered angrily.

"Not tonight, you can't."

"Why! What the fuck did I do to you?"

"Well, let's see," I sat up and pulled out my hand so I could start naming things off. "First, you come home five hours late, then you come home drunk, and you know how much I hate being around you when your drunk! Then, you go get a beer, as if your not drunk enough. You don't say one word to me, even though there's a beautiful meal laid out in front of you. You don't even ask why I made it by candle light. And now you're coming in here even though I had everything you would need on the couch. I don't want to smell the alcohol on your breath. I'm sick of it." My voice was getting angrier every time I would point some thing out. I could visibly tell he was shaking from his own anger.

"I can come home late if I want to come home fucking late. Quit your bitchin' and learn to deal with it. I pay for the roof over your damn head so learn to like it."

"Oh yeah, like I do absolutely nothing. Maybe if you would let me get a job I could help too. Then we wouldn't live in such a hell hole! God Malfoy, you treat me like shit all the time and I take it, all because I love you. God forbid I'm mad at you for once. Geez, I'll sleep on the fucking couch then!" I shoved past him almost knocking him down. As he stumbled backwards, he grabbed me and I pushed his hand away from me.

"Don't touch me." When he finally regained his balance, I was already on the stairs. He caught up to me and grabbed my wrists roughly, so I couldn't flinch away from him.

"You are sleeping with me tonight, not on the fucking couch."

"N-n-no, I'm sleep-eping on th-the co-cou-couch."

He was truly scaring me. His eyes were as hard as stone. I've never seen him like this before. Just when I tried to turn back down the steps, the back of his hand met my left cheek. I went falling down the stairs. He came trailing down after me, kicking me whenever he got the chance. When I was finally made it to the bottom he started hitting me in the face screaming at me. I don't know what he said I was too focused on trying to keep the baby inside of me safe. I don't even know how long it went on. It could've been minutes or hours for all I know. He just suddenly stopped.

I heard him go back up the steps, and him shuffling to the bed. I couldn't move. I knew I was going to be badly bruised the next morning. I was so weak I couldn't even cry. I just laid there until my mind wandered to its own self induced sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, somehow I was in my bed. I heard a sigh come from behind me, and I tried to turn but the pain in my ribs made me stop and groan. He went to the other side of the bed so he was facing me. He looked like he was about to cry.

"Baby, I'm so sorry, please forgive me. It'll never happen again. I promise." He was pleading me with his eyes. I couldn't take it. I had to turn my head to avoid his gaze, but he cupped my chin and made me look into his eyes.

"Baby please," he had begun crying now, "I didn't mean to do this, please. I love you so much. Please baby don't leave me. I need you. I will never do anything like that to you ever again."

I couldn't take it. He was ripping my heart in half. I had to do something to stop him from crying. It was pitiful. My heart longed to touch him but I couldn't; I couldn't give in to him. Not after how bad he hurt me last night. I started crying. It was impossible to stop myself. I had to do something to release everything. Crying was my answer.

"No, love, please don't cry. It's entirely my fault. When I woke up this morning, I found you on the bottom of the stairs… You kept whispering in your sleep 'please, Draco stop hurting us,' 'stop hurting us...' Babe, what did you mean when you said us?"

"I was trying to tell you last night, but you came home drunk and it got me mad." Draco flinched at how venomous my voice sounded. "I bought brand new candles; I made the dinner myself and everything, no magic! But no, you had to come home five hours late and ruin everything. I wanted to do it the right way. Make it beautiful and romantic. Looks like this will do…" Draco had begun wiping away the tears that were staining my cheeks.

"I'm ten weeks pregnant... At least I hope I still am…"

"…" He just stared at me dumbfounded.

"This would be a good time for you to say how happy you are…" I murmured.

"I'm just trying to get over the shock of it all…"

"Promise me you'll stop..." That's all I could choke out. I knew he knew what I was talking about.

"I promise with all my heart and soul." He cried as he gingerly kissed my lips.

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