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The next few days were spent in quiet relaxation. Draco had the week off and he was basking in the domestic bliss with Harry. He spent most of his time just reading or watching TV, with Harry close by. But on the Thursday, he got a call from an old friend of his. Blaise was his name. He was an old college roommate.

"We used to go to these talent shows – although I wouldn't call it that - but they were really fun!" Draco explained. "We'd all get together and sing and act – all in improv. I used to own the Disney reenactments! No one could best me!"

"So you just went up and sang?" Harry asked from the bed. He was curled up on Draco's bed with his back propped up on pillows. "No practice?"

"None!" Draco said, he waved his arms about and started to sing the opening to lion king. He got to the part where Timon starts singing along the rich African tune and he started to move around – really feeling the scene. Harry was laughing his head off.

"So….. He said they're having another show, and can we go? Pretty please I beg you!" Draco pleaded - he was on his knees.

"Well, it does sound like fun." Harry started "but I don't want to leave jam-jam here with Lucius."

"He can come! These shows are strictly g-rated! They're meant to be a let out for stress, but I think they're really fun!" Draco said. "We even let the kids come up and do their stuff too!"

"If it means that much to you.."

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Draco squealed. He hugged Harry tightly and went to tell jam-jam the good news.

The next day, Harry was decked out in a blue maternity sweater and dark skinny jeans. Beside him, jam-jam waited impatiently in his black overalls and green undershirt. He wanted to go to the talent show!

Finally, Draco came down the stairs in light blue jeans and a red sweater. He grabbed his keys and they were off to the show. They drove a bit before they arrived at a large building. It looked like a theater. When they entered, they were met with a grand stage and a few people busying themselves on the stage.

"Oi! Malfoy, get up here and help us you old lard!" a loud voice called. It belonged to an Italian man with long wavy dark hair. He was tall and fit and looked to be about 24 years old.

"Hello to you too! And no. I think I'm just gonna sit with my boyfriend here and wait for the show to start." Draco retorted. He walked up to the front row and sat down calmly, helping Harry into a seat and hoisting jam-jam into the one beside his own.

"You old wanker!" the man yelled again.

Draco only smirked and crossed his leg, throwing his arm over jam-jam's chair and getting comfy.

The man scowled and turned back to hauling heavy sound equipment across the stage.

"You should helps him, ba'dray." Jam-jam whispered to Draco.

"But he called an old lard!" Draco whined back.

"But he can't do that by himself Draco," Harry admonished. "go help him!"

Draco grumbled and pulled himself up onto the stage. He rolled up his sleeves and started hauling speakers and equipment across the stage. He hated this. He'd get sweaty before the show even started and that wouldn't be good. He liked being the most attractive in the crowd. Of course, Harry stole that from him, but Harry was his – so it was fine.

Harry sat patiently waiting for the show to begin. He was having a hard time not staring at all the men on the stage. It was like a male model convention and he got the best seats! Rippling muscles and flexing biceps kept distracting him. And he couldn't let himself get aroused in such a public place. People would talk.

But Harry didn't notice how many men stared at him. They though that he was beautiful. And he was. His hair was in a loose bun with a few stray lock falling all around his face. His round belly made him glow, like a big light bulb. And his size was just adorable. Of course jam-jam was also seen but he was just the cutest little thing!

Finally, the show began after about 200 people piled into the theater. It was loud and a bit humid from all of the warm bodies, but the atmosphere was buzzing with excitement. Jam-jam was wiggling in his seat, staring at the closed curtains, willing them to open with his eyes.

And when the curtains opened, it was as if a volcano had erupted. Claps and cheers were heard like a 50 foot tsunami as crashing down on them. The man on the stage stood tall and proud his hair was cut short and his face was old and weathered. But he was a cheerful old chap, by the looks of it.

He held up his hand, smiling, and the noise stopped. There was dead silence in the theater. No one made a sound. Then music spilled forth from the speakers and everyone got up and started dancing. Draco pulled Harry up and started to dance with him. Harry had never had so much fun! Jam-jam was jumping and clapping with another boy about 3 meters from Harry and Draco, he was having the time of his life.

All too soon, the music stopped and everyone rushed back to their seats. There were collective pants and whistles coming from the audience, as they were really dancing!

"Welcome, one and all, to improvaganza!" the man said into the microphone. The audience clapped and cheered loudly, filling the theater with merriment.

"Quiet!" the man yelled. The noise stopped as suddenly as it had started. "Now, let's get on with the show! Our first performer is an old one. He's been here since before these little shows began! So please welcome, Sirius Black!" the crowd cheered and clapped and stomped their feet. Apparently this Sirius was popular.

A man with shaggy black hair and warm eyes walked onto the stage. He smiled warmly and signaled for the noise to stop. He cleared his throat, and began. It was an a capella. He was very good; his voice was as smooth as caramel and he wasn't too bad on the eyes either.

The show went on and on, with lots of noise and cheers. Draco went up and sang an excerpt from mulan, jam-jam was pulled up as a young orphan boy; he did a goo job if it too. Harry laughed and clapped and cried and had a good time. When they finally made it back home, they were all tired and happy.

Harry put jam-jam to bed after giving him his medicines and joined Draco on the couch to snuggle, basking in the warmth of the larger man.

However, as these stories seem to go, the happiness came to an abrupt end. Much like how it came the last time.

Pansy decided that it was high time to try and win Draco back again. She couldn't get it in her head that Draco simply wasn't interested. However, she came up with an elaborate plan, it involved sneakiness and cunning, and she had planned it down to a tee. But she didn't remember one small detail…

"Draco?" Pansy's sickly sweet voice startled Harry from his light dose; he was only just beginning to sleep, leaning on Draco's strong shoulder. "Harry?"

"Pansy, I though I told you I never wanted to see you again!" Draco seethed. Her very presence made his blood boil.

"But Draco darling. I-" Pansy started, she was rudely cut off.

"No. Not now. I am sick and tired of you! All my life you have been trying to get me into your bed; but no more!" Draco stood up, leaving Harry on the couch, groggily rubbing his eyes. "I will not tolerate this any longer! Leave now, and never. Come. Back!"

"but-"

"Go!" Draco yelled. Little did he know that this was part of Pansy's plan.

"Fine. Leave me! I don't need you in our child's life!" Pansy screamed. Fake tears ran down her cheeks and made her mascara run. She looked horrible.

"What child?" Draco was yelling really loud now. Harry had to cover his ears. "I have never even touched you! You're a filthy lowlife and I can't stand you! Quit these lies and move on with your life, because I have. I never loved you nor will I ever love you! The only person in this world who would love you is your soul mate, and I am not it!"

"You were drunk. You didn't know what you were doing. I was too intoxicated also, but I haven't been with anyone else but you." Pansy whispered.

"When was this?" Draco asked. He was far past infuriated now.

"About one month ago. You and I went to that ceo's convention. We drank and we got frisky. Now I'm pregnant and you're the father. Harry's child isn't even yours. You could do so much better with your own!" Pansy purred smoothly. "I just want to give you something better."

"Shut your foul mouth this instant. One; I never went to that convention; because I was working late then I came home and spent the night with Harry and his brother. Two; I. am. Gay. Three; you are too disgusting a creature for me to even think of going out with. So do all of us a favor and leave. No one wants you here."

"b-but!"

"Go."

Pansy saw red. How dare that filthy bearer steal her Draco away from her? And then to act so innocent, as if he was really raped. He was probably a street slut who forgot to wear protection. She hated his guts and that's why she took out her knife and ran at him. She aimed for his stomach, as it was a nice target.

Fortunately, she missed. The knife didn't hit Harry's baby bump but rather his arm. He screamed and Draco pulled Pansy off of Harry, throwing her across the room, where she leaped up and ran for Draco. She managed to stab him four times, each in the chest, while Harry screamed and cried. Lucius ran as soon as he heard the screaming only to see blood, and lots of it. He was hyperventilating when Pansy hit Draco's head on the coffee table, knocking him out. She stood up panting, with a crazed look in her eyes. She walked to Harry and smiled evilly. She brought the knife up and….

le gasp! que se passe?

god, this chapter gave me chills. i hope harry's okay and draco wakes up soon. he was stabbed in the chest.

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