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Trade Mistakes: Chapter 13

Draco flinched as the bright light hit his sensitive eyes. Healer Jones mumbled a quick apology as she dimmed the lights in his room with a flick of her wand. With cold, gentle hands she carefully pried his right eye lid open and dropped a few drops into. Draco swallowed thickly as he blinked a few times. He looked up at the Healer, squinting as he tried to get his vision to focus. Matilda sighed as she muttered an incantation under her breath to check his vision.

"I'm afraid you're going to need glasses, Draco. The venom has affected your eye sight. And I'm afraid there's nothing I can do for the scars…" Draco took in a deep breath as he nodded his head. Matilda left the room for a few moments, returning carrying a pair of glasses in one hand and her wand in the other. She mumbled another incantation and with a satisfied nod of her head she gently slipped the frames onto Draco's slender face.

"Can…can I see a mirror?" Draco asked quietly. This was the first time he had asked since he had been brought to St. Mungo's two months prior. He had been afraid to look with all the bandages but if this was as good as it was going to get he might as well accept it. The Healer bit her lip but nodded, crossing the room and picking up a small hand mirror. She carefully handed it over to Draco, helping him close his shaky hand around the handle.

Draco lifted the small mirror to his face and bit his lip. The first thing he noticed were the new glasses. The frames were square and the rims slightly thick and black. If you looked closely you could tell the prescription was stronger in his right eye. He focused on the rest of his face, letting out a shuttering breath. Welt-like scars covered his right eye socket and cheeks. A deep welt led from the middle of his forehead on the left side of his face to his hair line where white-blonde stubble was beginning to regrow. His cheeks were sunken in, making his teeth more prominent. If he looked close he could see the crookedness of his jaw. He let out another shaky breath before looking back up at Healer Jones. He blinked tears out of his eyes before talking.

"Can you…can you make my hair even again?" Draco licked his chapped lips, adverting his eyes. "I don't like the longer pieces."

Matilda smiled slightly before pulling her wand out and making the rest of his hair short, too.

"My colleague, Healer Olive, will be in here in a few moments to begin your blood transfusion, Draco," Healer Jones informed the teen, patting his arm slightly. She helped him lean forward slightly as she slid another pillow behind his back. She gave him a glass of water which he drank desperately. "Just try to relax and he'll be in soon to get you started. I'm sure Mr. Potter will be here any minute, too."

Draco let out a shaky breath as he nodded his head. He ran a shaky hand over the leg of his new glasses and rested his head against the pillow as the Healer left. A few moments later Harry waddled in, extremely out of breath.

"Sorry! Sorry I'm late!" The boy who lived called, stopping to catch his breath. "I over slept. And then I forgot that book you asked about and had to go back for it. And do you know how hard it is to move fast when you're eight months pregnant? Merlin, I can't wait until she's here! Oh. Since when do you have glasses?" Harry trailed off lamely, sinking down into his normal chair.

Even though Draco was beyond nervous he could stop himself from snorting at his boyfriend who's rambling had abruptly stopped.

"Good morning to you, too, Har," Draco said with a small smile on his face. "Healer Jones the bandages off this morning. Apparently the venom destroyed my vision in my right eye so if I ever want to see right I'm stuck with these." Harry gave Draco a small, sad smile as he squeezed the Slytherin's hand.

"I think they look good on you," Harry whispered, cocking his head to the side. "Paired with the scars they make you look dangerous. Very sexy." Draco grinned slightly, ducking his head.

"Really?" He asked, and Harry smiled as his boyfriend's voice cracked.

"Really." The two boy's sat in silence for a few moments before a short, balding wizard came in, mumbling to himself.

"Mr. Malfoy, I presume?" He asked, gently shaking the frail boy's hand. "I'm Healer Olive and I'll be in charge of the transfusion this morning." The Healer then moved closer to the bed, taking Draco's right arm in his hands. A nurse followed the man inside, carrying a small tray which she charmed to levitate in the air next to Healer Olive. "Yes, yes, thank you Becky. Now, I'm assuming you've been told that this would be similar to a muggle transfusion."

Draco bit his lip but nodded. He watched, squinting his sore eyes as the doctor took out a small needle which glinted in the light. Draco's arm was cleaned with a swish of the man's arm and then the needle was being inserted into a vein. Draco drew in a quick breath as Harry moved closer to the bed to take Draco's other hand.

"You're fine, love," Harry whispered, squeezing his hand tightly. Draco nodded his head but watched as a tube was attached to a port on the needle. The tube went into a small box which was floating on the tray. Another tube exited the box and went back into another port on the needle that was in Draco's arm.

"What's going to happen, Mr. Malfoy, is that your blood will be cleaned through this machine. It will be removed little by little and then returned to you as it is cleaned. You might feel a bit weak and I suggest that you sleep as much as you can during this process. If you feel faint, please have Mr. Potter get a nurse or myself. Abluto." The man said, jabbing his wand at the small box. Just like that, Draco watched with now wide eyes as his blood slowly started to leave his body and move into the box.

"I'll send Becky back in with a small lunch for you in about an hour, Mr. Malfoy. That should help with some of the strength you're losing." With that he nodded his head at the two teens and exited the room. Draco moved carefully so he was more comfortable in the mess of pillows and blankets that was now his bed.

"Har?" he whispered, looking over to his boyfriend.

"Yeah, Drake?" Harry asked, a worried look on his face.

"Can…can you help me get my leg propped back up on the pillow? I think it's slid off?" Harry grinned at the embarrassed look on Draco's face. He knew that the boy hated to ask for help, even now. Harry got out of the chair as fast as he could, which was no easy feat considering how big his swollen stomach was now. He moved back to the bed and pulled the blankets back. With warm hands he carefully picked up Draco's thin leg below the knee and slowly moved it so it was back on top of the pillow. Giving Draco a small grin he placed a gentle kiss on the mangled body part. Although Draco looked even more pale, Harry was glad to see the slight blush grace the boy's cheeks. "Thanks," Draco mumbled back, closing his eyes for a moment.

"Why don't you get some sleep?" Harry asked, running a calloused hand over Draco's smooth head. "Healer Olive said it will help. Besides, I'll still be right here when you wake up, I promise."

"It's kind of rude to just ignore my guest," Draco mumbled, his eyelids already getting heavy.

"Don't worry, Remus and Severus have gave me enough homework to last me a life time. I'll be able to keep myself busy. You just worry about you." Harry pressed a gentle kiss to Draco's temple, trailing his finger tip over the boy's cheek. He carefully pulled Draco's glasses off and placed them on the floating tray next to the bed. "I love you, Draco," Harry whispered, but Draco was already asleep, snoring slightly.

Harry sat heavily on the couch in Grimland Place as Remus read over his defense essay. He let his head fall back on the couch as he slowly rubbed a hand over his stomach. Now that he was eight months pregnant, Cressa was too big inside his stomach to move around. Although this meant she was no longer causing Harry discomfort as she was moving around, she was now permanently resting on his bladder. Just earlier that day Harry had accidently wet himself when the baby moved the little she could and pressed down on his bladder hard. Remus had laughed for a moment, but when Harry had began to cry he had immediately stopped.

Harry watched sleepily as Remus scratched a few marks onto Harry's essay with his quill. The two men stayed silent, the only sound being the quiet tick-tock from the clock above the fireplace. Harry was just starting to doze off when the fireplace surged and Severus Snape stumbled out, followed closely by a pale George Weasley.

"Severus?" Remus asked, standing up to lend a hand to the panting man. George went straight to the kitchen, returning with a bottle of Fire Whiskey that he didn't bother to get a glass for. He took another swig straight from the bottle before passing it off to the Potions Master before they both dropped down heavily into the closest chairs. Harry moved over slightly, looking from George to Snape with worried eyes.

"What happened?" Harry whispered, reaching out and grabbing George's arm. The red headed boy flinched but didn't answer. Severus took another deep drink from the bottle before answering.

"There…there was a battle with the Dark Lord," the greasy haired man answered. "About 20 miles north of Malfoy Manor. It was bloody."

"Is everyone okay?" Remus asked, his eyes flicking around the room as if the Dark Lord would appear at any minute. Severus licked his lips, his eyes flicking to George who let out a shaky breath.

"Percy's dead," he mumbled, staring at his feet. "The git comes back and apologizes for how stupid he was. Then he feels like he has to prove himself and goes and gets himself killed…."

"Professor Flitwick is gone, too," Severus said quietly before meeting Harry's eyes. "Potter, did you know that Blaise was spying for the order?"

"What?" Harry asked, sitting up a little straighter. He suddenly felt horrible. Ever since Dumbledore had made him leave the school he hadn't been in contact with his friends much. Hermione, Ron, Neville, and Ginny were constantly sending him things for the baby but Harry never really wrote them back. He had forgotten all about how much Blaise had been caring for him since Draco had been gone.

"Apparently, Mr. Zambini took over my position over after I was…compromised."

"That was months ago…" Harry trailed off, a hand rubbing quickly over his stomach as if the father-to-be didn't realize he was doing it. "He never said anything…"

"Well of course he didn't, Potter," Snape snapped, before sighing and shaking his head. "I'm sorry. But he wouldn't have said anything in fear that his position would be compromised. He only told Dumbledore."

"If he didn't tell you anything, then how do you know he was a spy?" Harry asked, the answer already resounding in his mind. Severus glanced at Remus before sighing.

"I'm afraid Blaise was found out, Harry. He didn't survive the fight. But before he was killed he wanted me to tell you that he did this for you. For you and Draco and your daughter." Harry closed his eyes as fat tear drops fell down his face. George reached over and squeezed his knee. "He wasn't afraid, Harry. He knew what he was getting himself into. Just remember him as the brave man that he was."

"How…how am I supposed to tell Draco that his best friend is dead?" harry asked, his voice cracking. "Draco hasn't even seen him since he was taken seven months ago and now Blaise is gone?"

"Nothing is fair in war, Harry. I'm sure you must realize this by now."

"I'm going to bed," Harry mumbled, ignoring Remus when he called after him. The three remaining men stayed silent for a long time after Harry had slammed his door.

"He'll be feeling guilty now," George whispered. The two teacher looked at him with questioning look. "He'll think that it's his fault that Perc, and Flitwick, and Zambini are dead because he can't be out there himself fighting. And while, yeah, he's excited about the baby, tonight he's going to resent it because so many other people died tonight."

"That's ridiculous!" Remus said, glancing at the stairs again as if the only thing keeping him from running upstairs was George's words. "This isn't Harry's fault! Even if he wasn't pregnant he would have been at this battle tonight. He would have been at Hogwarts."

"Yeah, well this is just the way Harry Potter's mind works. Someone dies and it his fault," George moaned as he slowly climbed to his feet. "Hate to leave you, but I really need to be with my family right now. We…we have a funeral to plan. Remus. Severus." With that George through a hand full of floo powder into the fireplace and disappeared in the green flames.

Draco whimpered as he came to after his latest treatment. A new Healer, Healer Elliot, had spent the day cleaning out all of the infection that lingered in the lacerations that refused to heal. The process had been painful and the Healer had stunned Draco shortly after it began to make things easier on him. Draco bit his lip, moving his limbs and was pleased to see that he was mostly pain free for the first time in months. The only thing that still hurt was his knee, which Draco assumed would always happen.

He shifted slightly, stretching a shaky hand out to the bedside table where his glasses were laying. He slid the back frames onto his face and sighed in relief when his vision cleared. He smiled slightly at the sight of Harry sleeping in a recliner next to his bed. The boy was sleeping with his feet propped up and Draco frowned when he saw how swollen his boyfriends feet were. Draco couldn't believe how huge Harry's stomach had gotten. Draco was sure he was going to pop in this last month. The blonde boy was content to watch his lover sleep, smiling slightly at the way Harry's forehead wrinkled in his sleep. After a while, Harry's green eyes blinked open. He smiled slightly at Draco as he put down the footrest.

"Hey babe," Harry whispered, trying to move himself to the edge of his chair so he could get up. Draco laughed loudly at the awkward struggle, causing Harry to stick his tongue out. "How are you feeling? They were working on you forever."

"I feel okay, I think," Draco said quietly, pausing as if he was thinking about it. "A little bit of pain but I think it's just 'cause they were poking around at everything. But it's better than it was."

"Good," Harry said, smiling sadly. He furrowed his brow again, looking down at his hands.

"Is everything okay?" Draco asked worriedly. "Is the baby okay?"

"Cressa is fine, Draco. I'm fine. It's just…Draco you can't get upset, okay?"

"You're kind of upsetting me, Harry…" Draco trailed off, his eyes wide.

"There was a battle yesterday, Draco. Near Malfoy Manor. There were a lot of deaths. Percy, Ron's brother. Professor Flitwick. And…and Blaise."

"Wha-what? Why was Blaise there?" Draco asked, sitting up quickly in wincing in pain.

"After you were taken, Severus' position as a spy was compromised. The Order lost their inside man. Apparently Blaise approached Dumbledore about being a spy. He's been feeding the Order information the past few months. He…he was found out. But…Blaise told Severus that he wanted us to know that he did it for us, Draco. For you and me and Cressa. He loved you, Draco. And he took care of me while you were missing. He wanted to take care of us."

The two boy's stayed quiet, both of them crying. Harry kept squeezing Draco's hand as the injured boy closed his eyes.

"I love you, Harry." Draco whimpered, carefully pulling Harry closer to him.

"I love you, too, Draco," Harry whispered, kissing Draco's forehead. "Never leave me again."

"I don't plan on it," Draco whispered, hungrily taking Harry's lips in a deep kiss for the first time since Cressa was conceived. It didn't matter that their tears mixed and Harry couldn't stop hic-upping. At least they had each other.

AN: I hope you liked it. I've started school back up so I'm not sure how often I'll be able to update. Please review.