A/N: So I totally deserve to be kicked in the balls for keeping you guys waiting for so long, but I have my reasons. To name a few, my new baby brother was born just like saturday, and also I have a job, and also a couple of senior projects I'm working on, and college applications, and I'm helping my mom paint our house, and yeah.

So...I pretty much failed at posting this on time. But what can I say...hides behind chair, and slides copy of chapter out to the world here you go!

"Revelations"

Draco

The first thing I notice when I open my eyes, is that I can't see. There's blinding light flooding in from all around me and invading my vision. I scrunch up my face and turn on my side, and even that causes me pain. As I am turning on my side, away from the source of the light, I snap my eyes open again as I process everything I have learned in the past 24 hours.

I have a baby. I'm pregnant. Harry's the father, and he killed my dad...

Immediately I try to sit up, a reflex of my body trying to assure my mind that I'm still in control of something. Except I'm not in control. I don't feel in control of anything.

"Come on now, you must lay back down. You've been through a lot these past few hours." A mediwitch says, rushing in to help me lay down.

Hours. So it's only been hours since the whole...my dad trying to kill me thing, and then Harry killing him thing.

I still can't wrap my head around that part, and I think that no matter how many times I end up saying it, it'll never be real for me. Like the fact that I'm pregnant isn't real to me either. So this all must be a bad dream.

"I...I'm having a baby." I state numbly.

"Yes," the mediwitch smiles warmly. "You are. Isn't it wonderful? Many wizards would kill to have what you do."

"Funny." I reply, cocking my head to the side. "I want to kill the wizard that made me have what I do."

The nurse looks at me coldly, and I cringe. I do love kids, and I always wanted to have a few of my own, but this was just so...impossible for one thing.

"I didn't mean it like that. I love kids, I just...wasn't ready for this."

My eyes fill up with tears and damn Harry if I don't already hate my hormones. But the flip side to being all emotional is that the mediwitch is no longer giving me that death glare.

"I understand. But Children are a wonderful gift," she said gently, stroking my hair back away from my face. I lean into the touch, and it was almost as if my mother were back, and she was simply tucking me into a fitful night of rest. "One that should not be wasted. You've been given this gift for a reason."

She chuckled lightly; happily. "You're bringing a life into this world," She whispered, "A tiny little life, that you will nuture and care for, and watch grow up."

"Yeah," I whispered back, looking down at where her hands were rubbing my stomach in soft slow circles. "Yeah I am." I pause for a moment before asking, not looking up. "How bad were my injuries?"

She was back to business, getting up off the side of the bed as she straightened her uniform. "Well you obviously sustained no head injury that is severe, because you can move and talk normally. You did however receive a few fractured ribs, and..."

"And?"

"And we didn't know if the baby would make it for a while there."

"But he or she's alright now...right? I mean they're going to be okay?"

"Well yes. We'll have to run more tests to be sure. The thing is Mr. Malfoy, you were jostled quite a bit when you were attacked. That type of force could have separated the placenta from the uterus. It didn't, but we still need to monitor the baby's vitals for a little while. And you need your rest."

"Yes." A new voice came from behind her. "You do."

Harry

The room grew deathly quiet as I stepped into it. Even the machines seem to dim in the acknowledgment of the weight this moment held. I hadn't seen Draco since I rescued him from his father...since I murdered his father. I don't know what came over me. A rage known not even by the gods above filled me, when I saw his broken form struggling against his father. There was nothing anyone could've done to stop me. All I wanted was for Draco's pain to end, past and present.

"Harry." Draco stated quietly. It held no emotion.

"Will you excuse us?" I asked the mediwitch politely.

"Of course. I'll be back in a few minutes to check on him."

Silence ensued once again as we were left alone. I wanted so much to reach out to him, touch him and comfort him...but was it welcome?

"I'm pregnant." Draco stated. Everything a statement now, nothing with emotion. Was it me? Was I the reason he wasn't the same?

"I'm aware. I spoke to the mediwitches when I brought you in."

Draco simply nodded.

"Draco I -"

"You murdered my father." He looked up at me, eyes full of emotion, accusatory.

"Yes and I don't regret that."

"Well that's nice to know, for future reference." He replied coldly.

"He was going to murder YOU! WAS I SUPPOSED TO LET THAT HAPPEN? Christ Draco. I Love you!"

"Well I don't know if I can love the man that murdered my father."

"It was for you!"

"Yes, but you didn't have to kill him! You could have turned him in! Brought him to justice. You used to value those things Harry, you used to think that justice was important, and doing it the right way. Remember when you told me about wormtail? How you let him live, but only so he could be put to trial by the wizengamot?"

"And look what happened." I replied angrily, "He escaped. And because of that my godfather is DEAD. I couldn't let that happen to you. Your father escaped once, he would do it again, he was crazy!"

"What has happened to you? Where is that little boy? The one that would've wanted things done the right way."

"He's gone. He grew up long ago in a world that forced him to do so early. He knows better now. If you want justice, you have to bring it yourself."

Instantly I knew it was a mistake. They were words born of anger and fear. I could not take them back, I could not express everything that I felt in that instance. I had been so afraid of losing Draco, even more so after learning of the baby, and when I saw him being attacked, I saw red. There was only one choice, one option. Draco was right of course. I should have brought him in to trial, but I still could not understand how he wasn't relieved.

"I see." It was quiet, reminding me so much of the stony demeanor Lucius himself used to give off. "I think you should leave."

"But Draco, I-"

"GO. I don't want you here."

"Draco-"

"I'll give you to the count of three before I call security on you."

I was shocked. How did we fall this far? How did we end up like this? Slowly I turned around and walked towards the door. Once I was in the frame I stopped, looking back at him, not fully turned.

"I only did what I thought was best for you. He wasn't a father to you Draco, now or ever. He made your life hell, and plagued you day after day. My only thought when I did what i did, was of you. I didn't want you to live with that kind of pain in your life anymore. I'm sorry that I did what I did, but I will not regret it. If there's anything you take away from this, I would want it to be that I love you and no matter how long it takes for you to trust me again, I will wait for you."

I said nothing more; could say nothing more, only let him know that all I ever did was for him now.

The ball in his court now, it seemed I would have to wait. It is his move.

Draco

As Harry left my room, I wanted to scream. With each slow step he took away from me, my body ached to call out for him. I clutched at my stomach and began to rub slow soothing circles on my baby bump. It was all I had left of Harry.

Without being able to control it, I started tearing up, and I felt so confused. I didn't understand how I should feel about any of this.

"Mr. Malfoy are you hurt?" The mediwitch from earlier asked, rushing to my side.

"No I just...that was...he..."

"That was the father, wasn't it?"

"Yeah." I breathed out through sobs.

"Mr. Malfoy if you don't mind my butting into your affairs, I must tell you...Mr. Potter didn't mean for anything bad to happen I'm sure. But when you see someone you love in trouble, there's no force to stop you. If you had been in Harry's shoes, and he was being abused by his own family, what would you do? Especially knowing about a child?"

"I don't know!" I cried, turning away from her. "I don't know...I wouldn't have killed them!"

"What if you had no choice? What if the abusers were powerful? What if you felt it was the only way to stop them and ensure a safe future for your unborn child?" She pressed urgently.

"Why does it matter to you so much?" I retorted angrily.

"Because Mr. Malfoy there are too many children out there with no parents at all! I just don't want you to hate Mr. Potter so much that you decide to abort this baby. Give this child a fighting chance for Merlin's sake!"

"I would NEVER hurt my child."

At that moment, I'm sure I looked wild. Hair askew, face tear-stained and pale. I was tired, so so tired. I just wanted to sleep. Slip into blissful darkness and maybe never return.

"Please." I whispered "Please, just go. Leave me be. I just want to sleep."

Her face softened with compassion. She nodded her acceptance and moved silently out of the room. After she was out of the room I felt like maybe I could breathe again.

I was happy that I had a child. The timing was so wrong though. My career was just taking off, I had goals and dreams. I would of course devote all my time to my child, but there was so much I was losing. I sighed.

"Oh baby." I rubbed my stomach gently, closing my eyes.

Harry

Apparating back to my hotel was a blur to me. Draco wasn't happy. He was so focused on his anger about his father's death...murder...that he couldn't be happy. And as much as I wanted to be angry at him for that, I couldn't. All I could feel was an overwhelming sense of guilt.

I had my reasons, I really don't regret what I did, because it saved Draco. Not to mention the damage or death of our child that Lucius could have caused. Aside from those things, Lucius was just a madman. He needed to be dealt with. Sure my measures were extreme but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Still I could not abate the horrible feelings I had from our conversation. It all went so horribly wrong. Yes the ball was in his court now...but what if he never made a move?

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A/N: So ok, I know I said that I would have this out a while ago, but I didn't know what I wanted to do with it. This whole chapter created mixed feelings for me because I didn't know if I was reading Draco correctly. Would he be more happy about the baby, or more angry about his father. I felt that after having dealt with everything that he just had then he would be confused and that would translate as anger.

So don't be too harsh, and I'll try to get the rest of this out within the next month or so. Thank you.