Mates

Harry woke up and was surprised when he didn’t feel his lover in the bed next to him. He had been seeing Draco Malfoy since their six year at Hogwarts and the two had just graduated in May. In fact today was Harry’s 18th birthday and he had Draco has started celebrating the night before. He could still feel the twinge of pain from their activities.

During Harry’s sixth year Professor Lupin had come back to teach and Harry had been shocked when he found himself having a crush on the man. He was even more surprised when he found himself daydreaming about being with Remus and Snape. When he found the two of them locked in an intimate embrace he knew he would have to get over these crushes, as they would never want him.

As a result Harry had gotten together with Draco during the winter holidays their sixth year after Ron and Hermione had decided to go to Hermione’s parent’s house. The two had been dating since the end of fifth year and she wanted her parents to meet him. Since the two had gotten together Harry sorta became the third wheel and eventually they just seemed to forget he even existed.

He had been walking through the halls alone on Christmas Eve and was shocked when a hand shot out of an unused classroom and pulled him in. He was even more surprised to find it was Draco that had pulled him in. The two didn’t talk much that night, but they did plenty of other things, like snogging. They didn’t actually sleep together until their seventh year when Draco got tired of waiting for him and gave him an ultimatum. At the time he thought he loved the blond and didn’t want to lose him so he gave in. He lost his virginity to the blond and had only ever slept with him.

Their first time, in fact all the times they were together always hurt, as Draco was usually too impatient to prepare him fully. For some reason the blond refused to bottom, but Harry found the idea of topping to be completely unappealing. He just wished sex wasn’t so painful. He was also thankful that Draco was smaller than he thought he would have been.

Voldemort had attacked during Halloween that year and Harry had finally defeated him. However the strain had left him in a coma until Christmas and magically weak until about the end of the year. He never regained all his magic and was still more powerful than your average wizard. Albus said he was about as powerful as his dad had been and he liked that thought.

He had not been allowed to leave the Hospital wing until late March and had used all the time in bed to catch up on his studies. So much so that he ended up graduating second in their class, Hermione being first. Draco would come and visit him in the hospital about every two and three days and the two had been caught kissing by Ron and Hermione. Harry’s friends had been furious and called him a traitor to Gryffindor. Seamus was the only person to stick by him and help him when he had trouble walking to and from class.

Seamus was constantly telling him to break up with Draco as if the blond really loved him he would be the one carrying Harry’s books for him. Seamus did that because just walking to class tired Harry out. Draco was constantly visiting him at night though and would usually demand sex even if Harry was exhausted from the day. Once Seamus heard this and had beat Draco to a pulp telling him that if he truly cared for Harry he wouldn’t demand something when Harry was obviously not recovered enough to give it. Draco had told him he could never see Seamus again after that. That was the last time he was allowed to talk to the Irishman. Though he still had Seamus’s cell phone number, which his friend had slipped to him on the train when Draco was out of the compartment telling him if he ever wanted to be friends again to give him a call. Seamus then left to find Dean Thomas who the boy was dating. Dean was accepting of Harry for Seamus’s sake, but didn’t like him for dating Draco.

Harry now lived on his own in muggle London in a small flat he had started renting right after graduation. He had asked Draco many times to move in with him as he didn’t like how quiet the place was when he was alone, but everytime Draco came up with some excuse as to why they shouldn’t live together.

He looked up when he saw the blond come out of the bathroom. “Where are you going this early?” He asked his boyfriend.

“Potter, this just isn’t working anymore. Besides I am getting married soon to Andrew Knight, his family is one of the richest in the country. It had been arranged since we were little, and he turns 17 in a week. We will be married on his birthday.” Draco said while sneering at him.

“Then what has the past year and a half been?” Harry asked incredulously.

“Well for me it has been about the sex. See he and I aren’t allowed to sleep together until the night of the wedding and I had to find some way to tide me over.” He said as he walked over and straddled Harry. “Besides you are very beautiful, it wasn’t hard to sleep with you.” He said as he traced Harry’s jaw with his finger. “How about one more for the road?” He said as he began pushing the smaller man back onto the bed.

“No, I think you should leave.” Harry said trying to hold back the tears. How could Draco do this to him? He thought he loved him. Draco had often told him he loved him. “Why did you tell me you loved me?” Harry asked. He had to know this one last thing.

“What better way to get you to spread your legs for him?” Draco asked as he left the room. When the door had closed Harry broke down and cried.

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Harry had eventually decided to go to the local pub that night and drink Draco’s memory away. He didn’t care how he looked so threw on a burgundy polo and a pair of dark jeans. He ran a brush through his long hair and looked himself over in the mirror. He was still small and had very little muscle. Draco had been a lot bigger than him standing 6ft 1in and was very muscular.

When he got to the pub he sat next to a man with brown hair and the exact same color eyes as his ex. The man seemed to tower over him at 6ft 2in, but that wasn’t hard to do when your only 5ft 4in. He was shocked when the man bought him a drink, but smiled and thanked him all the same. He soon however began to feel sick and made to leave and go home. The man he sat next to offered to help him and he was thankful for the help, as he didn’t think he could make it on his own and the man seemed nice. He never saw the man subtly thank the bartender or slip him some cash.

He told the man where he lived and that was the last thing he remembered. He did remember waking up in his apartment at some point and feeling the man on top of him and feeling the man’s prick moving in and out of him, but he soon lost consciousness again.

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Harry woke the next morning and when he felt the soreness around his ass he knew he hadn’t been dreaming. He had heard of date-rape drugs, but never thought that would happen to him. He suddenly didn’t want to be here anymore, he didn’t feel safe in his apartment, and the man knew where he lived, what if he came back. It was then he decided to use the phone number his only friend had slipped him.

He almost cried when he heard Dean answer the phone, “Hello.”

“Dean, this is Harry, is Seamus there?” Harry asked struggling to hold back the tears.

“No he is at work. What’s wrong?” He was surprised to hear concern in the man’s voice.

“I just need to talk to him.” Harry said not feeling comfortable talking to Dean about this.

“He should be home around five, why don’t you come on over and wait for him.”

Harry wanted to say no that it was fine, but more than anything he wanted to be away from this place, so he agreed and hung up the phone.

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After he got out of the shower he eyed the clothes in the corner, but couldn’t bring himself to touch them. He was just relieved to was the man’s dried cum off himself. He threw on a sweatshirt and a pair of baggy sweatpants and headed over to Dean’s and Seamus’s. He knew Dean was interning at St. Mungos and that Seamus had been training to be an auror. He didn’t know what he wanted to do now, he had always wanted to teach, but didn’t think he would be able to stand being around Remus and Snape as his crush on the two of them had never gone away.

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Seamus was surprised to come home and find his boyfriend still there. He was shocked when he was told Dean had called off work because Harry was there and looked a wreak. Dean told him that Harry was currently asleep in their guest bedroom and he went to check on his small friend. He didn’t think Harry deserved any of the things that happened to him and was sure Draco did something stupid.

He went into the room and ran his fingers through the long hair effectively waking the man up. He was shocked to see the fear in the green eye, followed shortly by relief. When he saw the tears fall he pulled Harry into his lap and listened as the distraught man told the story of the day before fully aware his boyfriend was listening from the doorway.

He was shocked when Harry had finally finished telling his story. His friend had been dumped and raped all in the same day. How did a person handle that?

“You will not be going back to that flat. You will stay here until you are ready to move out and then as long as the place is safe you will be allowed to stay there.” Dean said. He felt terrible for the way he had treated the small brunet. Seamus had told him a little about the relationship between Harry and Draco and he was ashamed of his actions.

“I don’t want to be any trouble.” How could he even worry about being trouble at a time like this? Dean wanted to scream at the smaller man.

“You are not going to be any trouble Harry. Besides we need someone here who knows how to cook. Dean is worse than I am, and I have tired your cooking, it’s to die for.” Seamus said. They had stuck down to the kitchens one night and Harry had made them a snack. It was then he found out about the Dursleys abuse and knew how his friend could fall into an abusive relationship and be so naive about the world.

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Harry had been living with the two for almost a month and things were going great, well except for the fact that he kept getting sick. Dean had talked him into going to a doctor to get checked for STDs and he was relieved when the tests came back negative

“You need to go have someone look you over, it is not normal to be throwing up for a month straight.” Dean said from the door. “Come on I’ll even go with you.” He said as he pulled Harry off the floor.

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The two were sitting in the examination room waiting for the healer to tell them what the tests showed was wrong with Harry. They were shocked when the Healer told Harry he was pregnant. “Do you want to know who the father is?” The healer asked. He had been the one they went to the first time right after he had been raped, so he knew about the rape and relationship with Draco.

“Can you do that?” Harry wanted to know, but was surprised to find himself hoping it was the rapists baby.

“I can, is there a certain person you want to be the father?” Harry hadn’t told him whom he had been seeing before the rape.

“I might be the only person who will ever hope the child they are carrying is their rapists.” Harry said and elaborated when he saw both the healers and Dean’s eyebrows rise in surprise. “The person I was seeing is extremely rich and would love being able to show off how he has custody of the Boy-Who-Lived’s child. If the baby is the rapists I won’t have to worry about anyone taking it from me.” Harry said as he placed his hands over his flat stomach.

“So that answers the question on whether you want to keep it or not.” Dean said while looking at Harry in admiration.

“The baby is mine, no one else’s.” Harry said still holding his stomach. “I will give him or her the love only one person ever showed me.” Dean knew Harry’s relatives hadn’t loved him and treated him poorly. Harry had told him about them, but he never knew there was someone else who had shown him love.

“Well I will run the test and we will see who the other parent is.” That said he began chanting and they saw the head of a man with brown hair and blue eyes floating above Harry.

“That is the man who raped me.” Harry said, feeling relieved he wouldn’t have to fight Draco to keep the child. It was then he made a silent promise to his baby that he would love them like Sirius had loved him, like his parents had loved him.