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Adult +
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15
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74
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Tears and Truces
A/N:
Don't worry about Ginny, explanation comes in chapter eight!
I hope this satisfies all of you enough to REVIEW:D
Summary: Harry becomes pregnant, the father of the baby is far from who he would have wanted to be. Draco loves Harry, Harry loves Ron, even when Draco does all he can to help Harry during the pregnancy Harry still only have eyes for his best friend
Pairings: DM/HP mentions of HP/RW
Warnings:SLASH, MPREG, OOCness and bad language
Not you’re cup? Well bugger of then!
Disclaimer:
This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J K Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
End Disclaimer!
Please keep in mind that English is not my first language!
It wasn’t supposed to be like this
Chapter 5: Tears and truces
It felt so good to be held and comforted. At this point he didn’t care who was holding him, it could have been Snape and it still wouldn’t have mattered to him.
The strong arms held him tightly and the boy, Harry was sure it was a boy, whispered soothing words in some foreign language to him. In the back of his head he wondered what language it was, but couldn’t link it to any language he had heard before, at least not while he was so upset and having a breakdown.
“I’m sorry” Harry said into the boy’s chest when his tears had subsided.
“Hmm?” Was the only answer he got back.
“I’m sorry for … well, for making your shirt all wet with tears, drool and snot and for you having to endure that.” He could feel himself blushing and pressed his face a little harder against one of the dry places of the boy’s chest.
“Oh”
“Do you mind if we stay like this for a while?” He didn’t feel like he could move even an inch at that moment, besides, the boy smelt really good, a blend of musk and freshly baked cherry-pie.
“No” The boy responded in a hoarse voice. Harry frowned a little but didn’t say anything about the short sentences.
It felt so good to just sit there in someone’s arms, to have someone care about him because it was obvious that neither of his friends did. Ron had gone to the Prophet with Harry’s secret and Hermione knew but didn’t tell Harry anything about it. It hurt so much to know that both of his best friends had gone behind his back.
Why would they do that, he had thought they where friends but it would seem he had been wrong. Even if he was angry at Ron, for whatever it may be, he wouldn't go and tell people all his secrets just too spite him, especially not a newspaper. The same with Hermione, if he knew someone had betrayed her he would tell her, not keep it to himself.
He felt like the walls around him where falling apart, people he had known to be trustworthy where lying to him. Wasn’t it enough that Dumbledore did that all the time?
But what hurt most of all was that even if Ron had gone behind his back and done awful things to him he still loved him. Even though Ron had ridiculed him in front of the whole wizarding world and had practically called him a slut, Harry still couldn’t stop loving him.
He hated himself for it and he hated Ron for it but the feelings were still there, deep inside his heart, burning painfully together with the hurt and sadness he felt when thinking of, what had once been, his best friend.
Harry fisted the other boy’s shirt tightly, to prevent himself from crying again. He felt large hands starting to stroke his back and smiled faintly at the feeling.
“Thank you for doing this, for holding me and all, I mean.” Harry said pressing himself closer to the warmth of the other body which felt so nice considering the chill in the air.
“Mhm” Another short answer.
Harry frowned some. “Not a man of many words are you?” He said closing his eyes and inhaling the wonderful scent coming from the boy. A quiet laugh vibrated through the chest Harry was currently leaning against, but no answer was given.
“I feel really silly for this you know?” Harry said in another attempt to start up a conversation.
“Hmm?” Sighing and lightly shaking his head, Harry inhaled that wonderful scent again.
“It’s just that my best friend, whom I’m in love with by the way.” Harry was too preoccupied with wondering why he was revealing all to a stranger to notice the other boy tense up. “He went behind my back and told the Prophet about my pregnancy, you’ve probably read all about it. I only found out he was the one behind the article today and at the same time I discovered that my other friend knew about it the whole time and didn’t tell me.”
It felt good to tell someone about it, even when he was certain that the whole wizarding world would know in a couple of hours, but Harry felt so much better after telling someone so he continued.
“A couple of months back I slept with someone and got pregnant, I can’t say I really regret it, it was really good,” Harry felt the redness on his cheeks spread out over his whole face and neck. “and if I hadn’t slept with him there wouldn’t be a miracle inside me.” He smiled when he realised that’s what it was, a small miracle grew inside him.
Touching his stomach he felt tears run down his cheeks again but not in pain, hurt or anger but with happiness. “There’s a miracle in me.” He whispered, barely audible. Laughing, he finally looked up at the boy holding him.
His laughter stopped for a second before he grinned like an idiot, it didn’t matter that it was Malfoy that had held him while he poured his heart out, not when he had a miracle baby growing inside of him.
He grabbed the blonde’s hand whilst looking him in the eyes “here” he said, placing the pale hand on his own stomach, over the baby. Right now he was too happy to be bitter about anything, least of all the blonde that had held him in a moment of pain, if anything, he was slightly embarrassed that Malfoy had seen him look so vulnerable once more.
A look of awe settled on the blonde’s face as he looked down at his hand that was still held in Harry’s soft grip.
“I know you can’t really feel it yet but just to know there’s a baby in there, isn’t it amazing!” Harry beamed looking down on his stomach again.
Malfoy only nodded in response while watching his and Harry’s hands placed over each other on the red t-shirt Harry was wearing.
“Please give me a chance.” The plea was almost not heard because of the wind but it wouldn’t have mattered anyway, Harry could see it in his eyes.
He closed his eyes thinking, Malfoy had been very sweet towards him and had comforted him when he needed it most, something which he really didn’t have to do. He could just as easily have walked away not caring what happened to either his child or Harry. The blonde had promised not to push him after all.
He had proved more than once that he really cared for Harry, if he hadn't he would have denied being the other father of the baby or demanded an abortion.
After seeing the awe in his eyes whilst touching their baby, or as close as they could get at the moment anyway, Harry didn’t have the heart to separate their child from its father even if he didn’t like him all that much.
What’s more, it had proven to be Ron that had told the Prophet not Malfoy as he had thought at first.
Nodding and looking the blonde in the eyes, he unconsciously started to stroke the hand in his. “You and our child have the right to know each other and it would be very selfish of me to get in the way of your relationship.”
“Does that mean I can come along for check-ups and such?”
“Yeah and you can even carry all my potions if you want.” Harry smiled and got one in return.
“Thank you, will you give me a chance though Harry?” Malfoy looked so vulnerable when asking but Harry didn’t understand what he meant, he had already answered that just now.
“I already told you it would be selfi-“
Malfoy shook his head interrupting Harry. “No, not with the baby, will you give me a chance? A chance to be there for you” The blonde’s grey-blue eyes looked upon Harry with such intensity that he was sure Malfoy could see his soul.
“I can’t promise you anything Malfoy, I don’t have that type of feelings for you but we can try to be friends if you want.” Harry said biting his lip.
Malfoy only nodded with a small somewhat disappointed smile. “Then please call me Draco from now on.” He said only glancing at Harry.
“Okay Draco.” Harry smiled, still stroking the hand that had begun carefully caressing his stomach.
TBC
A/N:
Review, it takes no more than one, maybe two, minutes for you and makes me so very happy, which makes me want to write so much more!
Don't worry about Ginny, explanation comes in chapter eight!
I hope this satisfies all of you enough to REVIEW:D
Summary: Harry becomes pregnant, the father of the baby is far from who he would have wanted to be. Draco loves Harry, Harry loves Ron, even when Draco does all he can to help Harry during the pregnancy Harry still only have eyes for his best friend
Pairings: DM/HP mentions of HP/RW
Warnings:SLASH, MPREG, OOCness and bad language
Not you’re cup? Well bugger of then!
Disclaimer:
This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J K Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
End Disclaimer!
Please keep in mind that English is not my first language!
It wasn’t supposed to be like this
Chapter 5: Tears and truces
It felt so good to be held and comforted. At this point he didn’t care who was holding him, it could have been Snape and it still wouldn’t have mattered to him.
The strong arms held him tightly and the boy, Harry was sure it was a boy, whispered soothing words in some foreign language to him. In the back of his head he wondered what language it was, but couldn’t link it to any language he had heard before, at least not while he was so upset and having a breakdown.
“I’m sorry” Harry said into the boy’s chest when his tears had subsided.
“Hmm?” Was the only answer he got back.
“I’m sorry for … well, for making your shirt all wet with tears, drool and snot and for you having to endure that.” He could feel himself blushing and pressed his face a little harder against one of the dry places of the boy’s chest.
“Oh”
“Do you mind if we stay like this for a while?” He didn’t feel like he could move even an inch at that moment, besides, the boy smelt really good, a blend of musk and freshly baked cherry-pie.
“No” The boy responded in a hoarse voice. Harry frowned a little but didn’t say anything about the short sentences.
It felt so good to just sit there in someone’s arms, to have someone care about him because it was obvious that neither of his friends did. Ron had gone to the Prophet with Harry’s secret and Hermione knew but didn’t tell Harry anything about it. It hurt so much to know that both of his best friends had gone behind his back.
Why would they do that, he had thought they where friends but it would seem he had been wrong. Even if he was angry at Ron, for whatever it may be, he wouldn't go and tell people all his secrets just too spite him, especially not a newspaper. The same with Hermione, if he knew someone had betrayed her he would tell her, not keep it to himself.
He felt like the walls around him where falling apart, people he had known to be trustworthy where lying to him. Wasn’t it enough that Dumbledore did that all the time?
But what hurt most of all was that even if Ron had gone behind his back and done awful things to him he still loved him. Even though Ron had ridiculed him in front of the whole wizarding world and had practically called him a slut, Harry still couldn’t stop loving him.
He hated himself for it and he hated Ron for it but the feelings were still there, deep inside his heart, burning painfully together with the hurt and sadness he felt when thinking of, what had once been, his best friend.
Harry fisted the other boy’s shirt tightly, to prevent himself from crying again. He felt large hands starting to stroke his back and smiled faintly at the feeling.
“Thank you for doing this, for holding me and all, I mean.” Harry said pressing himself closer to the warmth of the other body which felt so nice considering the chill in the air.
“Mhm” Another short answer.
Harry frowned some. “Not a man of many words are you?” He said closing his eyes and inhaling the wonderful scent coming from the boy. A quiet laugh vibrated through the chest Harry was currently leaning against, but no answer was given.
“I feel really silly for this you know?” Harry said in another attempt to start up a conversation.
“Hmm?” Sighing and lightly shaking his head, Harry inhaled that wonderful scent again.
“It’s just that my best friend, whom I’m in love with by the way.” Harry was too preoccupied with wondering why he was revealing all to a stranger to notice the other boy tense up. “He went behind my back and told the Prophet about my pregnancy, you’ve probably read all about it. I only found out he was the one behind the article today and at the same time I discovered that my other friend knew about it the whole time and didn’t tell me.”
It felt good to tell someone about it, even when he was certain that the whole wizarding world would know in a couple of hours, but Harry felt so much better after telling someone so he continued.
“A couple of months back I slept with someone and got pregnant, I can’t say I really regret it, it was really good,” Harry felt the redness on his cheeks spread out over his whole face and neck. “and if I hadn’t slept with him there wouldn’t be a miracle inside me.” He smiled when he realised that’s what it was, a small miracle grew inside him.
Touching his stomach he felt tears run down his cheeks again but not in pain, hurt or anger but with happiness. “There’s a miracle in me.” He whispered, barely audible. Laughing, he finally looked up at the boy holding him.
His laughter stopped for a second before he grinned like an idiot, it didn’t matter that it was Malfoy that had held him while he poured his heart out, not when he had a miracle baby growing inside of him.
He grabbed the blonde’s hand whilst looking him in the eyes “here” he said, placing the pale hand on his own stomach, over the baby. Right now he was too happy to be bitter about anything, least of all the blonde that had held him in a moment of pain, if anything, he was slightly embarrassed that Malfoy had seen him look so vulnerable once more.
A look of awe settled on the blonde’s face as he looked down at his hand that was still held in Harry’s soft grip.
“I know you can’t really feel it yet but just to know there’s a baby in there, isn’t it amazing!” Harry beamed looking down on his stomach again.
Malfoy only nodded in response while watching his and Harry’s hands placed over each other on the red t-shirt Harry was wearing.
“Please give me a chance.” The plea was almost not heard because of the wind but it wouldn’t have mattered anyway, Harry could see it in his eyes.
He closed his eyes thinking, Malfoy had been very sweet towards him and had comforted him when he needed it most, something which he really didn’t have to do. He could just as easily have walked away not caring what happened to either his child or Harry. The blonde had promised not to push him after all.
He had proved more than once that he really cared for Harry, if he hadn't he would have denied being the other father of the baby or demanded an abortion.
After seeing the awe in his eyes whilst touching their baby, or as close as they could get at the moment anyway, Harry didn’t have the heart to separate their child from its father even if he didn’t like him all that much.
What’s more, it had proven to be Ron that had told the Prophet not Malfoy as he had thought at first.
Nodding and looking the blonde in the eyes, he unconsciously started to stroke the hand in his. “You and our child have the right to know each other and it would be very selfish of me to get in the way of your relationship.”
“Does that mean I can come along for check-ups and such?”
“Yeah and you can even carry all my potions if you want.” Harry smiled and got one in return.
“Thank you, will you give me a chance though Harry?” Malfoy looked so vulnerable when asking but Harry didn’t understand what he meant, he had already answered that just now.
“I already told you it would be selfi-“
Malfoy shook his head interrupting Harry. “No, not with the baby, will you give me a chance? A chance to be there for you” The blonde’s grey-blue eyes looked upon Harry with such intensity that he was sure Malfoy could see his soul.
“I can’t promise you anything Malfoy, I don’t have that type of feelings for you but we can try to be friends if you want.” Harry said biting his lip.
Malfoy only nodded with a small somewhat disappointed smile. “Then please call me Draco from now on.” He said only glancing at Harry.
“Okay Draco.” Harry smiled, still stroking the hand that had begun carefully caressing his stomach.
TBC
A/N:
Review, it takes no more than one, maybe two, minutes for you and makes me so very happy, which makes me want to write so much more!