Picking Wildflowers

Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling, so I do NOT own Draco (Gorgeous) Malfoy, or Harry (Equally as Gorgeous) Potter. I DO, however, own the plot. Please do NOT sue, as all I can give you is a stick of sugar-free gum (which I want…::looks around nervously:: MINE!).

Beta: I would like to thank my Beta, Draco’s Desire, for making sure all of my sentences flow, and that there will be no grammar mistakes...but if there is, let me know and I will be sure to slap her. Thx!

A/N: Alright, so before I answer some questions from reviewers, I want to point these things out: I know the party scene wasn't as big as I made it out to be, but I wasn't focusing on the party. I was looking for a good excuse to get Harry and Draco together after the whole 'Ginny's a slut' incedent. And, again, I know that the 'Harry was raped by his Uncle' doesn't exactly seem like a big thing, and it's not. I just used it to give a reason for Draco to comfort Harry. There IS a method to my madness, I swear! Okay, so...on to the reviews!

To Reviewer Anon: (Is there like...two 'Anon's? Because it seems so...one Anon gives critical review and has a nice, laid back kind of writing, and the other is like, "OMG, LOVED YOUR STORY!" lol. I'm not complaining. I think one of the Anon's is Oliver1234... hmmm Anyway, your question about the Bipolar-ness of Ginny. Yeah, I think it will eventually be explained. Lol. Not in this chapter...she doesn't even talk in this chapter.

To Reviewer Anti-Ginny/Harry: OMG! There you are! I missed you and your reviews! I'm glad you like it so far, too. (BTW, Ginny's not with Harry! Well, after this chapter she might be back...I MEAN...::scurries away::)

To Reviewer Katie: Wrong. =)

A/N: Hope you all like this chapter!

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Chapter 15: Doomed

Harry woke up slowly, letting his closed eyes adjust to the dimmed light of the room. He was sure he didn’t have a hangover; he never got drunk last night. Sure, he’d had at least five drinks, but it took a lot more than that for him to get drunk, as he found out over time.

After he realized he wasn’t in any pain from a nonexistent hangover, Harry noticed he was wrapped in a strong pair of arms, being held close to a warm, half-naked body. Harry opened his eyes cautiously and looked up at the sleeping form of the blonde in his bed. Draco was snoring lightly, barely a whisper of noise from his nose. Harry smiled then, remembering their first kiss last night, after he had revealed one of his inner demons.

Shaking his head, Harry firmly decided that he wasn’t going to think about his Uncle right then, and instead burrow further into Draco’s warm chest, and strong embrace. Draco replied by pulling the smaller boy closer to himself, resting his face into Harry’s soft, black hair and sighing quietly. Harry smiled against Draco’s chest, wondering when Draco would wake.

It wasn’t too long, Harry decided, that Draco eventually hugged Harry closer and breathed in his ear, “Morning,”

Harry smiled again, “So I noticed,” he chuckled. “Good morning to you, too.” he greeted back. He heard Draco sigh into his hair again snuggled deeply into Draco, loving the warmth and security he felt being in Draco’s arms. His traitorous stomach growled then, causing Harry to sigh exasperatedly, “I guess I’m hungry,” he stated disdainfully.

Draco chuckled sleepily, the sound vibrating in his chest and into Harry’s cheek. “Don’t sound so enthusiastic, Harry. I’m only just waking up,” he mocked. Harry smiled and slapped him playfully on the arm. “I suppose we should get up and get some breakfast, huh?”

Harry nodded, but didn’t pull away. Realization hit Harry then, and he pulled back to look into Draco’s eyes. “School starts next week, did you know?”

Draco put on a curious face, before thinking. He raised an eyebrow and shrugged, “I suppose it does,” he agreed, looking down at Harry’s face.

Harry huffed. “I’m going to get dressed; I want some food.” he told the blonde. “Can you check my clock?” he asked, sitting up, revealing his bare, tan chest as the comforter slid down to pool at his lap.

Draco turned to look at Harry’s end table and read, “9:34.” he turned back to Harry and smiled softly, “This is the longest I’ve slept in since I was little,” he told him, “I’m always getting up to do something or another.”

Harry rolled his eyes, but whatever reply he was going to shoot back had mysteriously vanished as Draco too sat up, and he became as noticeably beautiful to Harry as Harry was to Draco. Blushing, Harry asked, “What are we, Draco?” Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry, obviously confused at the question. Harry shook his head, “No, I mean,” he gestured with his hands between himself and the blonde on the bed. “Us; our relationship…”

Draco smiled softly and moved closer to Harry. “Do you want to be my boyfriend, Harry?” Draco asked the younger boy, staring soul deep into Harry’s expressive emeralds. Harry smiled happily and nodded. Draco smiled, too. “Come on, lets go get some breakfast, eh?” he suggested, grabbing his clothes from his position on the bed and pulling on his shirt.

Harry nodded again and got off the bed to collect his clothes. He pulled on the same purple shirt that he had wore yesterday, then Draco’s pants he had leant him as well. After careful thought, Harry turned the color of the shirt to a dull, sea blue and the pants to a slightly darker color.

Draco looked apprehensively over at Harry. “Would you mind helping me?” he asked politely, noting his own clothes he was wearing. Harry smiled lopsidedly and changed Draco’s red, short sleeve button-up shirt to a green, mid-length sleeve button-up shirt. He also changed Draco’s faded jeans to a slightly darker blue, though they were still lighter than Harry’s. Draco looked down at his clothes, “Thanks, much better.”

Harry nodded. “I’m going to use the bathroom, then we can go, alright?” Draco nodded. Harry went to the bathroom and quickly used the toilet before flushing and washing his hands. His hair, again, looked like bed head. Little did he care; he felt good this morning and he let his hair show it.

As Harry walked out of his bathroom, he looked at the Head Boy room with disgust. He really needed to move furniture, or better yet, get new furniture. All of this stuff reminded him of Ginny, and her time in here. Draco stood from his sitting position on Harry’s bed and walked over to his boyfriend, then leaned down to capture the red lips under his own.

Harry moaned softly into the kiss, instantly forgetting about his whore of an ex. Harry brought one hand to rest behind his Slytherin’s neck, while Draco’s hands wrapped around Harry’s slim waist. Draco deepened the kiss by opening his mouth and nibbling softly on Harry’s bottom lip, eliciting a low moan from his boyfriend. Draco’s tongue slipped inside Harry’s eager mouth, mapping out Harry’s teeth and cheeks.

Slowly, they pulled away slightly, just enough to get air. Draco moved a little more away from Harry to look down at him. Smiling, he whispered, “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, Harry.”

Harry smiled softly, “I wish I knew then what I know now; especially about Ginny.” he murmured, face still upwards but eyes downcast.

Draco returned the sad smile and gently caressed Harry’s cheek. “We can forget all about her now, Harry. I mean, you’ll still see her; it’ll be impossible not to. But at least you aren’t wallowing in self-pity; you’ve got me to keep you busy.” Draco teased caringly, now stroking Harry’s same cheek.

Harry’s gaze snapped to Draco’s. “Draco, maybe we shouldn’t go out,” Harry said suddenly.

Draco’s eyes widened, “Why not?” he asked, edging towards whining; the curiousness and the hurt evident in his blue-gray storm eyes.

Harry looked down again, before pulling out of Draco’s strong arms. “I don’t know, I feel as if I’m using you, to get back at Ginny or to get over Ginny.” he said, then looked straight into Draco’s eyes. “I don’t want to use you; you’re better than that.”

Draco frowned slightly and went back over to Harry. “I don’t think you’re using me Harry,” Draco told him as he embraced the younger boy again, “I think you want and need to be held, and I’m a perfect candidate to give it to you.” he continued.

Harry opened his mouth to tell the stubborn blonde that it was the same thing, when Draco’s mouth quickly covered Harry’s in a heart-felt kiss. Draco tried desperately to put every ounce of love he felt for Harry into that one kiss, but knew it was impossible; all the love he felt for Harry could never be shown physically.

As he pulled away again, Draco whispered, “Do you want this?” huskily into Harry’s mouth. Storm eyes searched the dazzling Emeralds below them, and waited for a response. Harry looked back up at Draco and instantly nodded. “I want it too, Harry. You aren’t using me; I’m more than willing to hold you and take the pain away.” he said softly, caressing Harry’s cheek.

Harry relaxed into the now familiar strong arms and let Draco hold him, all the while whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Harry smiled lopsidedly at all the things Draco said, like how beautiful Harry was and how Draco would take care of him from now on. After Draco stopped talking, they stood there in a hug before Harry’s stomach broke the moment.

Draco chuckled quietly into Harry’s hair, “You always know how to ruin it,” he accused, stepping away slightly.

Harry pouted, and Draco found himself ready to give whatever the raven-haired boy was about to ask for. “It’s not my fault that my stomach can’t tell a single moment compared to the rest of the day,” he said, “but I’m hungry.”

Draco nodded and took Harry’s by the hand. “Come on, then.” he said, walking towards the portrait. “We’ll go get something to eat, and continue this later.” he said lowly.

Harry tried to hold back his grin, but it didn’t exactly work. Smiling from ear to ear, Harry mumbled, “Is that a threat?”

Draco turned to look at Harry, and smiled reassuringly, “No, it’s a promise.” he corrected the younger boy before giving him a peck on the lips in a tease of what was surely going to come. Harry smiled as well and they both left the Head Boy room hand in hand.

As they entered the Common Room, Harry and Draco noticed seemingly everyone was vacated, and the room was spotless. The house elves came in about five that same morning; the time the last few people had gone to bed.

Draco took Harry to the portrait opening and was just about to leave when he heard, “Harry?” Draco and Harry looked over in the direction of the voice. Dean and Ginny were in the Common Room, Dean sitting on a couch and Ginny in a chair, her head in her hands. Dean got up and went over to Harry. “Harry, I - we need to talk to you,” he stuttered.

Draco resisted an urge to sneer at Dean. “If this is about yesterday,” he warned, but his threat was cut off.

“No, it’s bigger than that.” Dean told them, looking quickly over his shoulder, then back to the two other guys in the room. “Way bigger.” he whispered, going back over to the sitting area. He sat in a chair, to let Harry and Draco have the couch. Draco and Harry looked at each other curiously and went over to sit on the couch, holding hands in between them. Draco motioned for Dean to continue, so he did. “I don’t know how to tell you this, Harry. I really don’t,”

Harry raised an eyebrow. Before he could say anything, Ginny raised her head and looked at Harry. She had a tear-streaked face and blood shot eyes, a result of crying for a period of time. Ginny looked straight into his eyes for a minute, before getting up and handing him what she had been holding and sitting back down.

Harry studied the thing in his grasp before he dropped it from shaky hands. “No,” he whispered. He looked over at Ginny, “No, no…this…no,” he pleaded.

Draco sat up as soon as Harry dropped his item. “What is it?” he asked, “What? What’s going on?” he continued as Harry pleaded. Draco looked to the ground and picked up what Harry had dropped. It was a short, white device with a blue plus symbol ( + ) in a square. Draco’s eyes widened in realization of exactly what it was. He had seen his Mother use it once, and Pansy had used it millions of times, since the spells weren’t that accurate. Draco looked worriedly up at the Common Room, “No, no way!” he whispered. This could totally ruin his and Harry’s relationship!

Dean looked sorrowfully at Draco and Harry. “It…it might be mine,” he said softly. “When Harry was in the Hospital Wing, I -”

Draco pierced his haze through Dean. “Slept with Harry’s girlfriend,” he finished sourly. Dean looked down. Suddenly, Draco’s expression softened; it might be Dean’s! Draco looked back down at the pregnancy test in his hands and sighed. “Harry and I are dating, now.” he informed the other two, “And this is going to kill him,” he continued, grabbing Harry’s hand again and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Harry hastily wiped his eyes and vaguely wondered why he was so emotional lately before pushing the question out of his mind and looking up at Dean, not wanting to talk to the slut. “How far along is she?” he asked, making sure to sound like she wasn’t even in the room. He wasn’t going to even acknowledge her until he knew the baby was his, then he’d wait for an apology on the highest level.

Dean looked up at Harry and warily ran a hand through his hair, “I don’t know. She got sick this morning, if that’s anything to go by. That’s why she took the test.”

“She’s probably about three or four weeks, then. Right on time for it to be Thomas’ baby,” Draco noticed, still staring at the pregnancy test as if it was going to change soon. Dean and Harry looked quizzically over at Draco, who promptly answered, “Muggle Studies,” even though he hadn’t looked up once. “I suggest you go to the Infirmary. Madam Pomfrey will want to do tests on Weaslette, maybe we could find out who the father is, but it’s probably too early yet.”

Dean nodded. “Come on, Ginny.” he said, helping the girl up. He turned to Harry and Draco, “Do you guys want to come, or…” he trailed off, leaving it open.

Harry snapped his gaze up to Dean’s and nodded immediately. “What about Mr. and Mrs. Weasley? Do they know yet?”

Dean shook his head. “No, but Ginny sent them a letter earlier telling them; I suspect that we’ll be getting mail sometime soon.”

Harry’s glare intensified as he asked, “Did she tell them it was mine?”

Dean shook his head again, “No, it just said she was pregnant.”

“Who else knows?”

“Nobody,”

“I’m going to breakfast,” Harry said suddenly, not waiting for anyone else. “I‘ll catch you in the Infirmary later, Dean.”

Draco stood up quickly, and glared at Dean, very similar to the way Harry had moments ago. “Make sure she keeps out of trouble, Thomas. I don’t want anything happening to that baby, especially if it’s Harry’s.” he said, then left the Common Room. He ran to catch up with Harry, who was walking quickly to the Great Hall. “Harry, hey, slow down.” Draco ordered, grabbing one of Harry’s elbows and turned Harry around to wrap his strong arms around the shorter boy. Harry willingly allowed it, clasping his hands in a weak grasp behind Draco’s neck. “I know you’re upset and confused and whatnot, and you don’t want to be a parent -”

Harry shook his head, “It’s not that I don’t want to have children, Draco,” Harry corrected quietly, “I just don’t want them with Ginny.” he said softly, honestly.

Draco smiled, but couldn’t help but ask, “You want children?”

Harry looked up at Draco and nodded, “Yeah, a lot of children. I’ve always wanted a big family,” he said dreamily, causing Draco to smile more, “Living in a nice house somewhere with kids running around; it sounds so nice to me.”

Draco pulled Harry closer. “It sounds great to me too, Harry.” he said back. “What are you going to do if the baby’s yours, though?” he asked fearfully.

Harry let out a shaky breath. “I don’t know,” he said honestly. “I just don’t know.”

Draco sighed silently and held Harry close. He moved back until he was leaning against the stone wall for support, and that’s when he felt it: the Locator. Draco’s eyes widened in realization and he pulled Harry slightly from him. Harry looked up questionably but then was curious because Draco was smiling down at him.

Draco reached into his pocket and wrapped his long fingers around Harry’s gift, now wishing he had gotten something a little more…relation savvy. Preying silently that Harry liked it, he pulled it out and offered it silently to his boyfriend.

Harry looked down at it, and belatedly raised his hand to take the tiny package. After it was out of his grasp, Draco put his arms back around Harry’s small waist and waited. “It’s your birthday present,” Draco told him quietly, “I think it’s pretty funny, now that I think of it, that I looked for that for over two hours, and now I wish I wouldn’t have bought it. It’s not exactly something personal, like couples get each other; it’s more like what a friend would get a friend, you know?”

Harry smiled softly at the package before bringing the smile up to Draco. “How could you have known we’d get together on the night of my party?” he asked with a slight chuckle. “You really didn’t need to get me anything anyway,” Harry muttered, beginning to open the gift.

Draco scoffed. “Of course I did, Harry. Even when you were just my friend you meant more to me than anything or anyone else ever has before.” he informed the smaller boy, creating soothing circles in Harry’s sides with the pads of his thumbs.

Harry smiled softly as a small blush crept along his face. He finally got the package unwrapped, and held the small coin in his hand. He looked up at Draco with a confused expression; his embarrassment momentarily forgotten. “What is it?” he asked, fingering the small sphere.

Draco smiled, “It’s a Locator,” he answered, “It can tell you where anyone is at any given time, why they’re there, who they’re with, and how long they’ve been there, as well.” he informed importantly.

Harry’s eyes widened. “Wow,” he breathed, “It’s like, the Marauders Map times ten!” he exclaimed, staring at the coin.

Draco smiled. “Do you like it?” he asked fearfully.

Harry looked up with a small chuckle, “Of course I like it; but it must have cost a fortune!” he noticed. “I couldn’t accept anything like this, Draco.” he said, still staring at the coin in awe.

Draco rolled his eyes. “Nonsense,” he demanded, “It’s your Birthday present, Harry. Weaslette told me that you don’t spend much money on yourself very often, and I can tell you right now that I’ll be filling that void.” he said steadily, “It’s a Malfoy thing,” he noted proudly.

Harry chuckled. “Can I try it?” he asked, suddenly really excited. Draco nodded. Harry put the sphere close to his mouth and whispered, “Draco Malfoy,” into the coin. Moments later, a piece of parchment appeared above the coin, and Harry grabbed the paper and began to read:

“‘Name: Draco Malfoy. Location: First floor, Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Why: Comforting Harry Potter. Who: Harry Potter. Time: Eight minutes.’”

Harry looked shocked up at Draco. “It really does do all of that!” he said excitedly.

Draco chuckled. “Yeah, pretty cool, huh?” he asked, holding Harry close. Harry nodded enthusiastically. “Come on,” he said suddenly, “We should probably go to the Great Hall and get a sandwich or something, then go to the Infirmary to check on Weaslette.”

Harry nodded again. He slipped the small sphere safely in his pocket and proceeded to walk down the hall towards the Great Hall. Harry and Draco stepped in, hand in hand, and immediately went to the Gryffindor table. The Slytherin’s watched; Draco’s friends not surprised in the least, but the other Slytherin’s were shocked. The Gryffindors, though, were all skeptical.

Hermione spit out her juice and made a gesture to Seamus, who looked up and saw Harry and Draco coming towards them. He nodded, then went back to his breakfast. He was the only Gryffindor to know about their get together. Harry and Draco sat down by each other; Seamus on Draco’s right and Hermione on Harry’s left. Ron hadn’t come down to breakfast yet; Harry figured he must have been hung-over.

Draco and Seamus began talking quietly, which seemed to get everyone watching out of their daze and back to their normal lives, and just glancing over in Harry and Draco’s direction every once in a while. Harry looked at all the food, but just couldn’t pull an appetite, knowing he might be a father soon.

Draco saw Harry’s pale face and sick expression, and soon tuned out Seamus. He put his hand comfortingly on Harry’s, who forced a small smile on his face before it quickly fell, and his nauseous expression came back. “Do you want to go to the Infirmary?” Draco asked worriedly.

Harry nodded. Before Draco could get him up, Hermione asked, “What’s wrong?”

Draco looked up, and noticed just about everyone at the Gryffindor table were openly looking at them. Before he could tell everyone to stuff it, Harry replied, “Ginny’s pregnant,” just loud enough for everyone at the table to hear.

Hermione covered her mouth with her hand, as many of the girls did. The guys were all staring wide-eyed at Harry, and whispering back and forth. “Oh, Merlin, Harry!” Hermione exclaimed, “She…and you…” she stuttered.

Harry shook his head, “No, we aren’t together,” he said steadily, “I’m with Draco. But,” he shook his head again, “I don’t want a child with her, Hermione.” Harry told her. “Besides, it might not even be mine,” he started again.

“What are you talking about, Harry?” Seamus asked, still openly staring at Harry like everyone else.

Draco suppressed a growl as he ground out, “Ginny was sleeping with Thomas while Harry was in the Infirmary.” everyone gasped softly and began whispering.

Fred and George stood and went over to Harry, who was also standing now, intent on going to the Infirmary. “Harry,” one of them started.

“We’re really sorry for…”

“…all of this.” the other finished. “We didn’t know she was like that…”

“…she always talked like…”

“…you were some God…”

“…that she’d be with you…”

“…forever.”

Harry didn’t even bother to try to keep up with the tennis-like twins in fear of dry retching or getting a dizzy spell from shaking his head. Before he could say that he didn’t blame them, Hermione stood up by Harry, Draco, Fred and George. “She just might,” Hermione said mysteriously.

Harry snapped his head up. “What?”

Hermione looked at him sadly, “When a Pureblood gets pregnant, or gets someone else pregnant, they must bond with their partner.” she told him sadly. “So unless it’s Dean’s baby, you’re -”

“Doomed,” he finished for her, then promptly passed out onto Draco’s chest from shock.

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MUAH HA HA HA HA HA HA! I’m so evil, leaving it at a cliffy like that! Well, this little piece just ‘popped’ into my head while I was in classes today, and I knew it would make a great twist.

And OMG I thought up a whole new plot for a whole new story… (I do that quite frequently, jsyk.) It’s going to be awesome…and it’s an H/D…again. Whatever; I know you all like it.

Okay, so review and let me know what you think. If you leave your email, and you review telling me something you like or find interesting about my story, I’ll send you an H/D pic. The better the review, the better the pic. So, who wants to review?