Fighting For My Love And Right

Harry tried his best to smile and laugh at the stupid things Ginny and Luna did, but Draco was the only thing that he could think about. To see Draco again was great, but Harry couldn’t help being sad over the way he acted towards him. Draco loves him, but can he let go of his pride and trust Harry enough to tell him?

The evening seemed to come faster than he hoped for, he only had three days left before the school year ended, and he would most likely not see Draco afterwards, especially if his father had his way. He had to think of something, and fast.

Later that night he was looking at the map, trying to figure out where Draco was, he noticed that the blond was in his room in the dungeon, and he figured out what to do. Everything seemed to be perfect, Draco was the only one in the dungeon; quickly he called on Dobby.

‘Harry called.’

‘I need another favour from you, if it’s not too much to ask.’

‘Dobby can’t take Harry Potter back to the Malfoy manor, Dobby won’t do it.’ The house elf was scared; it must have been because of Lucius Malfoy.

‘No Dobby, I don’t want to go back there. But I need to go down into the dungeon, in Draco Malfoy’s room.’ He showed Dobby the map and pointed on the footprints. Surprisingly the house elf didn’t object, he touched Harry’s arm and then the room changed from the cosy Gryffindor common room to a dark dungeon room. Harry’s eyes weren’t used to the dark so he stood there unsure about what was around him. Dobby apparated back as soon as Harry could stand on his own feats.

Harry quickly turned his eye’s over to what the room contained; there was a double sized bed in front of him and a big dark wooded closet behind him. Before he could do anything a door opened up on his right, at first he wanted to hide but everything went faster than he could react.

He was hit by a spell, which backfired at once of course, and then he heard a crash where the one that tried to hex him stood. At once Harry run over to who had tried to harm him and saw a blond figure on the floor trying to pull himself up.

‘I’m so sorry.’

‘For what? You can’t help it.’ How did Draco know about that? Someone must have told him, [i]Snape[/i].

‘But I’m still sorry.’

‘If I didn’t hit the wall you would, and then you might have lo... I mean you would have been hurt.’ Even if he didn’t complete his sentence Harry knew he was thinking about the baby. Why were he so obsessed with his pregnancy?

‘Are you hurt?’

‘No, I can handle it.’

‘Stop being such an ass, let me help you.’

‘No, you have done enough, now just get out of here and leave me alone.’

‘I don’t want to; I care about you, why won’t you let me love you?’ When Harry said the word love Draco turned his eyes up to Harry’s, with shiny red eyes he quickly took one step back and crashed into something that had fallen on the floor when he hit the wall.

‘Don’t talk like that, not after what you just did.’

‘I didn’t do anything, you hexed me.’

‘I’m not talking about this; I was referring to you and that girl.’ Harry didn’t understand what Draco meant. ‘So don’t you say anything to me about love.’

‘Do you mean Ginny?’

‘Yes, the Weasley girl, I gather you need a mommy for the baby, and she will fit well I guess, no questions.’

‘What?’

‘Don’t try and hide it you bloody liar.’

‘I don’t understand Draco, what are you talking about?’ Harry tried to understand Draco but he was almost talking in riddles.

‘You and… your baby, I tried to act normally after you blew me off, and now you are doing this to me, I can’t stand it.’ Harry tried to take Draco’s hand, but the blond backed even further away. ‘Please Harry, leave me, I can’t survive another blow like that.’ Draco held himself and then tears rolled down his face. ‘Please go.’ Harry couldn’t do anything but leave the crying boy, he wanted to say something, or even shake him out of the strange behaviour but he didn’t want to upset him even more. Quietly he turned around and left, walking straight into the Slytherin common room, happy that no one was there, it would be quite difficult to explain what Harry Potter was doing in Draco’s room.

Harry reached his bed without anyone interrupting him. Quickly he undressed and closed the curtains around his bed, he didn’t bother to lock them or use any silence charm on it, Ginny was out with Luna and none of his so called [i]friends[/i] would disturb him.

As he lay in his bed he tried to figure out what had just happened, why Draco suddenly was so sad and angry. At first Harry thought it was an act so the other Slytherin’s wouldn’t see what was really going on, but right now he wasn’t sure about what it could be. He felt a tear mark a trail down his left side, slowly reaching for it with his right hand, why was he so sensitive? Draco has been acting like this before, so why were he so sad now? Harry turned on the other side to try and sleep, this would all turn out fine, it had to. He hadn’t gone through all that, Lucius Malfoy, the anger and the passion to be ditched like this.

Slowly he fell asleep while crying; his feelings couldn’t take more right now. Tomorrow had to be better, if it wasn’t then he didn’t know what to do.

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Harry woke up and was even more tired than he had been when he went to sleep, it was because of the previous night, he was still sad and a wreck after seeing Draco.

Harry didn’t bother to get up from his bed before the sun was shining on his face, and that took about two hours from when he woke up. Instead of heading down to the main hall he called on Dobby and asked if he could bring him something, so he was eating alone on his bed, listening to the birds outside the window; stupid birds, they didn’t have any worries about love, they can go from one to the other without any feelings at all.

He was quickly done with his breakfast; the only thing he had been thinking about was to get away from the school and everything it stood for. Luckily for him he only had two days left before the summer vacation started, but that meant that he would have only two days to get Draco to confess his feelings; that is if he has anyone for Harry. No, if Draco wanted to let Harry love him he had to take the first step, he was tired of running after him and not getting anything back for it.

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Everything seemed to be perfect that day while Harry was walking by the forest, but he couldn’t seem to relax while the hours passed; he tried but the only thing he thought about was Draco. The crying had stopped after three hours, so the last hour he tried to figure out what to do, and then one of his worst moments appeared.

He was ready to walk once more around the school boundaries when a man all dressed in black with white long hair was quickly heading towards him. Harry hoped that he would never see that bastard again, but the sun was never smiling at him.

The blond took out his wand and pointed it at Harry, at first he thought he had forgotten about what happened last time but he blew up the ground next to Harry, he knew the other man was pissed.

‘You little ass, I told you to stay away from him, he will never stop having those pathetic feelings for you if you don’t leave him alone.’ He blew another hole beside Harry. ‘I can’t believe that I trusted Snape on this, he told me I wouldn’t have a problem with you.’ Another hole was blown up besides him. ‘Everything seemed to go well until it was discovered that you were pregnant, and then started to follow him. If you want money then forget it Potter.’

‘I don’t want money, and what the bloody hell are you talking about? And what is it with you and him and me being pregnant?’ Harry couldn’t understand what was up with those two, especially Draco’s father.

‘If you try to see Draco again I’ll cut off your balls, and I’m serious, even if something might happen to me.’

‘Why can’t I talk with him?’

‘Because he doesn’t want to talk with you.’

‘Why? I haven’t done anything to him.’

‘You might not have, but that pregnancy tells another story.’

‘What are you talking about?’

‘Don’t you know who raped you?’ Harry felt ill, finding out the names of who raped him seemed to be unreal, the name would decide his future, and the baby’s future.

‘I don’t want to know.’

‘Don’t be silly, I’ll tell you anyway, I have nothing to lose on this, you on the other hand.’ Harry could see that Malfoy was pleased about the situation; everything seemed to go well for him. ‘Don’t you want to know who the father to that poor baby that will grow up with you are? He will surly be another of the muggle loving kids, it makes me sick.’ Malfoy was far from happy, but he was amusing himself anyway.

‘Don’t say it.’

‘Why not? So you can be happy? I’m not happy at how things are here, and seeing you unhappy will make me happy, and I really don’t care about how you feel.’ Malfoy took one step forward, not moving his eyes off Harry. ‘The one who raped you, or let me say two, is both I and Draco.’ Harry wasn’t sure if he heard right, he didn’t even know if he was standing there and looking at Malfoy, it could all be a dream, a horrible nightmare.

‘What?’ His throat was dry and his vision blurred, would he faint soon?

‘I said it was I and Draco. Do you want to hear how?’ Harry shook his head while he was panicking, he didn’t want to hear a thing, he wanted to die; it wasn’t real. ‘One day I came to school for a Death Eater meeting with Snape, and then I saw you down by the forest, completely alone. I knocked you unconscious, and then striped you naked. I then entered you and you screamed, begging me to stop, trying to save your poor pathetic virginity ass. Draco, the good son he is came and made you suck him. I came deep in your ass and he in your mouth, we are still laughing at that today, making fun of the boy that couldn’t even prevent a rape.’ Harry wanted to run away, but his eyes were so wet that he didn’t even see where the road was. The only thing he knew was that he hated everyone that was called Malfoy, even if they happened to be decent.

‘No.’

‘Yes Potter, we did it, raped you and of course used the memory charm spell on you so you wouldn’t remember anything; we on the other hand, couldn’t forget. All the death eaters knew, even the Dark Lord, we had some great laughs at how you were screaming and begging like a girl.’ He told himself over and over again that Malfoy was lying, but he didn’t believe his own words.

‘Go away.’ He must have fallen at a point because he could feel grass between his fingers.

‘I will leave you now, but if you talk to my son again I’ll tell everyone, and I mean everyone Potter.’ Harry heard the other man leaving, quickly he hid his face in the dirt, crying as hard as he could and hitting the ground. He told himself that everything was a lie; Malfoy only said that to hurt him, Draco would never have done that to him, never.

He must have been laying in the same position for hours until he didn’t have anymore tears, and then he sat there and tried to find out what was the truth. Harry stood up and walked back to the castle, not thinking about where he was heading or who he met, everything was dead to him. He found himself walking over to the showers, walking straight under the cold water and letting it wash away his pain. After standing there for fifteen minutes he turned on the heat, settling himself on the tiles and quickly trying to take off his clothes, he felt so dirty.

After one hour of siting there and washing himself he gave it up, nothing would take away the dirty feeling he had; Malfoy’s story of how he was raped made him feel so ugly and dirty that he thought he would never survive it. And now, to know that the baby is really Lucius Malfoy’s, what would he do? This day was the last day before he wouldn’t be able to take the potion he was promised, it was the last day to decide, and he had been sleeping away six of those days on something he felt sad for; he should never have started caring for Draco in the first place.

What a fool he had been, thinking that Draco actually cared for him, thinking that he might love him. The only reason for him acting like that was because Harry was pregnant with his brother. Harry never thought he would even smile at a Malfoy; much less give birth to one, if he decided to keep it.

Harry should have listened to Draco, Lucius or even Snape, he should have let it be the first time, now he wouldn’t survive with the knowledge of who the baby’s father was.

Quickly he walked up to the infirmary, wanting to ask about the potion, he didn’t want the baby at all.

Pomfrey came out from her office when Harry first entered, greeting him before she found two small bottles, handing them over to Harry and then she went to find another potion from a cupboard.

‘Dumbledore wants to talk to you; if you will take this with you to him then I would appreciate it. You know that today is the last day you can…’

‘I know.’ He wanted to scream and shout and tell her that he wanted to die, but none of those feelings escaped him, he was cold and sad, his eyes was dead and his soul ripped open. Harry walked silently up to Dumbledore’s office; maybe he would give him some guiding on what to do.

‘My boy, how do you feel? Only two more days before you will have the whole world in front of you.’ The whole world, they would all know what happened, Malfoy would tell them anyway, maybe Dumbledore already know.

‘Pomfrey asked me if I wanted to bring this to you.’ Harry walked over and handled him a small bottle containing a sea green liquid. ‘She also said you wanted to talk to me.’

‘Yes, I wanted to hear how you are. Is everything okay? You seem a little down.’ Harry was sure Dumbledore knew exactly what had happened; Malfoy couldn’t just walk into the school without anyone knowing it.

‘Everything is perfect, can I leave now?’ He had so many questions but he didn’t care if he got no answers, everything was dead for him. Every feeling and thought he ever had was gone, he felt alone and empty. Dumbledore smiled softly to him, he must have wanted to talk to Harry but instead he let him walk away. Harry turned his gaze over to the old wizard, he couldn’t help feeling a strange magic since the first time he entered his office, but it didn’t make any sense before he was about to leave.

‘Yes?’ Harry knew it was true, the older wizard was dying, and the potion he brought him is one of the few things keeping him alive. He wanted to tell him that he knew, but Dumbledore wouldn’t want pity; no, he wanted to be remembered in a good way, not by tears.

‘Thank you for everything you have done, even the things I may not know about.’ Dumbledore smiled back, Harry was sure he was on the edge to cry. ‘I’ll come back tomorrow.’

‘I will be here.’ He closed the doors behind him and couldn’t help start crying softly, Dumbledore absence has been because he was dying; Harry felt awful for all the things he thought the older man never helped him with.

Slowly he was heading to the lake, holding a potion bottle in each hand, not sure about what to do.


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A/N ::
I guess this chapter might have surprised someone, maybe everyone, and I hope it won't stop you from reading the end, probably another two chapters at least.
Thanks to all that reads it, and hugs to those that take their time to comment.


And a quick answer to Jan's question about Harry sleeping so long, it's possibly to sleep long if your body is tired, your emotions and so on, I was sleeping for two days after a long trip (14 hours) and on top of that my boyfriend broke up with me, it is possibly to just sleep, I was tired and sad and messed up.