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The truth always surfaces	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11489 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: Made it just on time to update this. Stupid internet disappeared for more than a day. Thank god I got it back now.

I hope you'll like this chapter :)

The decision about the baby appears in this chapter

Chapter 10

10th of September

Sirius frowned. "What do you mean: you don't know? What happened?"

Harry shook his head and looked around. "Where's Remus?"

"He's preparing himself for the full moon." Sirius answered and steered Harry to the couch, pushing him down. "Now care to tell me where you have been and what happened to you? Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm not hurt." Harry murmured and pulled up his legs to his chest, but loosened the hold around his knees when he grew uncomfortable around his stomach. Right, the bump.

His godfather sat down next to him. "Then what happened?"

Harry bit his lip, not sure whether to tell Sirius or not. How would he react? But seeing as he needed to get it off his chest and he didn't want to burden Remus on the night of the full moon, he took a deep breath. "I went to Draco a few hours ago."

"Okay." Sirius nodded slowly and settled against the back of the couch, not taking off his eyes of his godson.

"I-I wanted to talk to him about something Akeyra said." Harry continued, squirming a bit on the couch.

"What did Akeyra say to you?"

"He said that Dracosmelledlikeamate." Harry said in one rush of breath and felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment. His pet snake had been right all along apparently, giving what had happened today.

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that." Sirius blinked confused. "Repeat that again please."

"Akeyra said that Draco smelled like my mate." Harry repeated and his face turned even redder, which was quite a feat in his opinion.

"A … mate. Like just a partner or like you know …" Sirius trailed off, uncomfortable with the word lover.

"A mate as in lover." Harry mumbled and turned his gaze to his knees, finding the faded colour of his jeans very interesting all the sudden. Damn it, maybe he should have waited until Remus was available again to discuss this. Remus was better with this sort of things than Sirius. At least he knew of Remus that the man would stay calm.

"Oh." Sirius cleared his throat. "So euhm, how did Draco react?"

"He, euhm, …" Harry trailed off, feeling his cheeks burning at the memory of Draco kissing him. Actually kissing him. Not on the cheek or forehead, but on his mouth. Absently his fingers came up to trace his lips, imagining he could still feel the soft pressure of Draco's lips on his.

"Harry?"

"He … kissed me." Harry admitted hesitatingly.

Silence reigned for a few minutes before Sirius opened his mouth.

"What? He kissed you?" He asked incredulously and unconsciously balled one of his fists. Of all the things his godson could have answered, this wasn't one of them. Blondie kissing his godson was one of the last things he would have expected to happen. Since when was Blondie gay? Or crushing on Harry? Was he even truthful about his feelings or was he only out to play with Harry's feelings? If that was the case, it would be the last thing that Malfoy would ever do.

Harry nodded, biting his lip again. When a rusty taste filled his mouth, he immediately stopped biting his lower lip and started to softly suckle at it, to make the bleeding stop. "Yes; he said he's been crushing on me for more than a year now." He mumbled, staring at the fire that was gently crackling in the background.

Speechlessly, Sirius just stared at the dark haired boy, for once not being able to come up with a good retort. How come he had never noticed that before?

With a sinking feeling he realized that this meant Remus had been right about Draco. Well damn it. One more thing his friend could be smug about. As if all those other times hadn't been enough.

"And how do you, you know, feel about him?" He broke the silence again with an awkward wave of his hand.

Harry sighed and let his head fall on the back of the couch, one of his hands coming up to rub at his tired eyes. "I don't know. I mean, I like him, but I don't know if I like him as a friend or you know, like him a bit more than that." He replied, feeling uncomfortable. "Should I like him more than as a friend? Am I allowed to feel more?"

Sirius raised an eyebrow at the last question. "Why wouldn't you be allowed to feel more?" He questioned curiously and shifted a bit so that he could drag his hand through Harry's unruly hair. "If you like him more than as a friend, then I'd say …" He hesitated a bit and looked away with a sigh, before continuing, "go for it. Just make sure that he's not out to hurt you, alright? Be sure that he really wants to be with you like that and that he's not doing it as a way of … I don't know; as a way to hurt you. Because if he does hurt you," His eyes gained a harsh glint, "I will know and I'll make sure he's going to regret ever hurting you for the rest of his life."

Harry stared at him in wonder. "Since when did you get so mature?" He asked with a weak smile. "I thought for sure that you were going to jump up and go to Malfoy manor to curse Draco."

"Trust me, that was my first instinct." Sirius admitted sheepishly. "But I guess Moony has been rubbing off on me after all those years. Don't say that to him though. He will expect me to act mature all the time then."

Harry laughed softly and placed his head on Sirius' shoulders, feeling one of his godfather's arms coming around him to hug him. "He says he'll be the baby's daddy if I decide to keep it." He whispered, one of his own hands coming up to rest at his small bump.

Sirius exhaled slowly. "Really? That boy is full of surprises." He muttered and then scowled. "Damn it, he's really making it hard for me to dislike him."

"Why would you hate him now? I thought you liked him." Harry asked confused.

"It's my job as godfather to dislike any partner you get together with." Sirius stated dryly, grinning when he heard Harry chuckle.

"Well, who knows? Maybe you don't have to dislike him. I'm still not sure what I'm going to do." Harry admitted with a sigh. "Although I guess it's a relief to know that he would act as the baby's father."

Sirius looked down but the boy wasn't looking at him. "Have you already decided what to do with the baby?" He asked softly.

"No, I-I'm still debating what I should do." The boy admitted.

"Well take your time. But if I had to say something, I'd say follow your heart." Sirius muttered. "Don't follow your brain if it will make you miserable later on in life. With this you get only one chance to make a right decision. Just know that whatever you decide, Remus and I will be there to help you. And Draco apparently too."

Harry just nodded, squeezing his eyes shut.

Silence enveloped the pair again and they stayed seated for a while like that, Harry relaxing slowly at hearing the rhythmic beating of Sirius' heart and the soft crackle of the fire.

Eventually, Sirius removed his arm and Harry sat up straight, the older man doing the same. "Looks like it's almost time." The Animagus sighed softly and looked over at Harry. "I'll be joining Remus in a few minutes. You know what to do right?"

"Yes, stay in my room with the door and window locked just in case, have my wand nearby and don't come out until you say so. When it's morning, helping Remus take a bath and give him the potions that are placed on the top shelf in his bedroom." Harry recited from memory. From the moment he had started living with his godfather and his best friend, Sirius and Remus had made sure he knew what was expected of him during the full moons. Maybe when he was older, they would teach him how to become an Animagus but for now he would have to be kept safe.

Sirius ruffled his hair with a sad smile. "Good boy. Sleep well."

Harry nodded and stood up. "You and Remus be careful alright?"

"Of course we will." Sirius assured him and Harry yawned a bit, turning around to leave the room.

Half an hour later, after he had done the necessary preparations and he had just slipped in his bed, the loud howling of a wolf could be heard and Harry shivered, praying like he did with every full moon that his family would be safe.

With a sigh, Harry stared at the ceiling, though he couldn't see much due to the fact that it was too dark, even with the full moon high in the sky.

In just a few hours, Draco had managed to make him doubt everything he felt for the blond. With one admission and one short kiss, his mind was a mess. He still had trouble believing everything that had happened today.

How had this happened? Why had he never noticed Draco's feelings before? Had he been that oblivious? How could he have missed that?

Well to be fair, Harry thought frowning, he has always been good at wearing masks. It shouldn't surprise me that I never noticed anything. I just wished he had told me sooner.

And what would you have done then?, a dark voice asked in the back of his mind. Would you have accepted him?

He raised his left arm and covered his eyes with it. That was the question: what did he feel for the young Malfoy? Did he have those kind of feelings for him? He couldn't answer that. His thoughts and emotions were mixed up and he couldn't decide what to feel. Why was it so hard to answer such a simple question? Why was he having trouble understanding his feelings?

Something slid on top of his slightly protruding belly and it was only because he saw that it was Akeyra that he didn't freak out.

"Akeyra, you startled me." He hissed, staring at his pet snake.

"How did your mate react when you talked to him?" Akeyra asked without preamble, his eyes boring down into emerald green ones.

Harry sighed and his fingers slid over Akeyra's smooth skin, before they came to rest next to his right hip. "Well, he reacted quite … Wait, how did you know I went to visit him?" He frowned.

Akeyra let out a strange little huff, as if he was laughing. "You smell like him." He hissed. "Especially your face."

Harry felt his cheeks burn as if they were on fire. Damn, he hadn't known that the snake's smell was that powerful. Unconsciously his hand came up to touch his cheek and mouth before he dropped it again. "Yeah, I talked to him." He finally muttered and reverted his eyes back to the ceiling again.

"How did he react? I was right, wasn't I?" Akeyra replied and sounded smug.

"You were right, yes. He said he has been feeling more for me than friendship for more than a year." He answered and pursed his lips.

"That's good, right? Are you going to make a nest together with your mate?" Akeyra asked and apparently decided that laying on top of something small rounded wasn't very comfortable because after he was done speaking, he slid back off Harry's stomach and glided to the back of the bed, curling himself around one of the bedposts, looking like a strange ornament carved out of wood in the dark.

The dark haired boy opened and closed his mouth a few times before he managed to reply in a rough voice, "I don't know."

Akeyra seemed too stunned to answer and after a while he slithered of the bedpost on to the floor before he disappeared in a small, round hole in the wall underneath Harry's desk.

Rubbing his eyes when they started to burn, Harry turned to his left side and wiggled a bit in bed until he found a comfortable pose. Normally he would sleep half on his stomach, but since a few weeks that had started to feel a bit uncomfortable due to his growing belly, so now he always had to search for a comfortable position to fall asleep in. Pulling the covers up till his neck, he took a deep breath and slowly let it out again, forcing himself to relax. He needed to be well rested if he wanted to be of any use to his godparents tomorrow. It wouldn't do for him to give Remus the wrong potion because his mind was fuzzy.

So, still with the reminder of Draco's confession and kiss in his mind, Harry slowly fell asleep.

"Did something happen yesterday?" Remus asked casually and stared at Harry from his spot on his bed.

Harry, who had been busy collecting all the vials and bandages to patch up the older man, turned around to face him and he raised an eyebrow. "Why would something have happened yesterday?" He questioned and placed the box with the vials on the nightstand, dropping the pack of bandages next to it. After making sure he had everything he needed, he sat down carefully on the bed, making sure to not jostle the tired man too much.

"Harry, I'm not an idiot." Remus told him dryly. "You are worrying about something, I can see it on your face."

Harry sighed and uncorked the first vial, sniffing it to make sure it was the Healing potion before passing it along to Remus who downed it quickly, grimacing at the foul taste. "I visited Draco yesterday." He began slowly and grabbed a second vial, that contained the draught meant to relax sore muscles.

"And? How is his apprentice going?" Remus asked and handed over the second empty vial.

"Good. At least he still lives so I assume Snape doesn't have to correct him a lot." Harry replied with a smile.

"That's good then." The brown haired man said slowly and Harry hummed in response, waving his hand over Remus' body to call up a full check-up.

Apparently this full moon hadn't been as bad as the last one. Remus only had sore muscles, some minor cuts and a bit of a headache, but that was nothing some potions and bed rest couldn't cure.

"Well, it seems like Sirius managed to keep you whole this time." He joked and let the vials containing the Headache Reliever and some other pain relieving potions on the nightstand, while directing the other empty vials with his wand to rest in the basket against Remus' desk.

"I'm going to look on Sirius, see if he needs something." He announced but a grip around his wrist stilled him and he looked warily at Remus. "What?"

"You still haven't told me what you are worrying about." Remus reminded him and softly tugged on his wrist, making him sit down again.

Harry tugged his hand free and rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm not really worrying." He mumbled.

A thin eyebrow was raised in scepticism. "Oh? Then let me rephrase my question: what are you thinking about? Did something happen yesterday with Draco?"

Sighing, the dark haired boy looked away and realized he wouldn't get to leave this room until he told Remus everything he wanted to know. "I went to talk to him yesterday because of something Akeyra told me."

"What did he say?"

"That Draco smelled like my mate."

Amber eyes blinked slowly. "Oh."

"What, 'oh'? You don't seem very surprised." Harry said suspiciously after looking at Remus' calm face.

Remus shifted a bit, an uncomfortable look appearing in his eyes. "Well, after having observed how you two interact, I sort of suspected that Draco felt something more for you than friendship alone." He admitted sheepishly.

Harry stared at him incredulously. "You suspected that he had a crush on me and you didn't tell me? Why not?"

"Because it was not my place to tell." Remus answered calmly. "I wasn't sure about my suspicion and I didn't want to cause a rift between the two of you if I told you about it. So, is it true?"

Slender fingers started to fiddle with a loose thread of the blanket. "He said he has been feeling more for me than friendship for more than a year already. But he was too afraid that I would reject him so he kept quiet about it." Harry muttered and bit his lip.

"Ah." Remus nodded. Well, look at that. He had been right after all.

It was silent for a few minutes until Harry suddenly blurted out, "He kissed me."

"What?" Well, okay, that particular thing, he hadn't seen that one coming. At all. "He kissed you?"

Harry nodded, his eyes averted to his pants, feeling his face growing warm. "Just when I wanted to use the Floo. I think he – wanted to kiss me earlier before that too, but Narcissa walked in on us." He flushed harder when he realized that the last sentence sounded as if he regretted the fact that Draco's mother had interrupted them. He wasn't regretting it. Right?

"Alright." The older man muttered and he raised both his hands to rub his temples, feeling a slight headache settling in.

"What do you think I should do?"

Remus frowned. "Why do you ask me? I can't decide for you what you should do. Do you feel something for him?"

"I don't know." Harry replied frustrated. "I've been thinking about it and I have tried to decide what I'm going to do, but I just don't know! I just …" He sighed. "Would it be bad of me to return his feelings?"

"Why would it be bad? If you like him, you should go for him. Just make sure he treats you better than Marc." Remus growled softly at the reminder of that blasted boy. "I mean, is Draco willing to be a part of the baby's life if you decide to keep it? Not that you have to, of course, but it is something that you should consider."

The boy nodded. "He said he would have no problems acting as the baby's father if I decided to keep it." He muttered and looked to his right, where the rain was splashing against the window, turning the room a bit dark. He flicked his wand and the lights turned on.

Remus stared at his cub for a long time, making the boy squirm slightly. "I can only give you one advice, cub: follow your heart. If your heart says Draco, then you should go for him. Otherwise tell him you want to stay friends. I'm sure he'll understand." He smiled warmly and squeezed the small hand that laid closest to him.

Harry sighed and stood up. "Thanks for the advice." He muttered. "Well, I'm going to check up on Sirius. Here's the Sleeping draught."

Remus nodded and after gulping down the thick, gooey, dark blue fluid, he slid down in his bed, settling on his back and closed his eyes with a tired sigh.

After turning off the lights again and softly closing the door, Harry leant his head against the door, staring at the cracked grey ceiling. Follow your heart. Easier said than done, when his heart didn't even know what it wanted.

Why was it so hard to just tell Draco that he wanted to stay friends only? It wasn't as if he ever had considered to date Draco. Sure, he had admitted that he was quite attractive – you would have to be blind to not notice that fact. And sure, the ex Slytherin was charming, witty, fun to be around with and he had always known what to say or do to make Harry smile …

He groaned when he realized what he had been thinking. Alright, thinking those things didn't help him convince himself that he wanted to stay friends.

"Fuck." He muttered in defeat and made his way to Sirius' room. All that thinking was giving him a headache.

Why couldn't his life be easy for once?

26th of September

Harry was staring pensively at the immaculate white ceiling, sucking softly on his lower lip, while his hands were folded over his belly. He was lying on the silk sheets of Draco's large bed and because it was so comfortable, he had no desire to move at all. Draco didn't seem to mind it, being seated at his desk, trying to figure out an answer to the ridiculously large question sheet that Snape had given him as homework. One look at the parchment and Harry had wisely decided to just relax on the bed, fearing a headache if he kept looking at the questions. Not for the first time he was relieved that he didn't have to deal with potions or Snape anymore.

Because he had been feeling restless and both Sirius and Remus had been busy, Harry had Floo'd Draco, asking if he would mind some company. The blond had assured him with a smile that he wouldn't mind and Harry had immediately come through, after making sure Akeyra would be fine on his own.

"Where's your mother?" Harry broke the silence tentatively, turning his head so that he could look at his friend, while still lying in the same position.

"She's gone shopping. Knowing her, it will take at least five hours before she quits shopping and then another two hours to finally ditch those high society women, begging for some gossip." Draco sneered. He had never liked any of those women when he had met them at parties, but for the sake of appearances and at the urging of his parents, he had remained friendly and charming, though inwardly he wouldn't have wanted to remain with those gossiping wenches in one room.

"Oh." Harry blinked and looked back at the ceiling. The feeling of butterflies swarming in his stomach due to his proximity with the other boy, made him slightly squirm on the bed. Ever since that kiss, he had been torn between telling Draco that he wanted to remain friends and wanting to explore more of these strange feelings he had been experiencing every time he thought of his friend.

If he had to be completely honest, he supposed he wasn't opposed to trying a relationship with Draco. It wasn't even the fact that Draco would be there for the baby (though it had been relieving to know that), no. If he had to be honest, he would have to admit that his feelings for the young Malfoy had always been more than just friendship. But because he hadn't wanted to risk shattering their fragile friendship (oh, how alike he and Draco were in that aspect) he had pushed those feelings away, had hid them in a dark corner of his heart and had looked out for other potential boyfriends. And that had worked out so well. He had met Marc and he had really liked him; Marc had been the first boy who had managed to take his mind completely off of Draco. And it had all been ruined just because Marc apparently didn't trust him.

But was it alright for him to try a relationship with Draco? Especially in the state he was in now? What if other people thought it too soon for him to enter a relationship with Draco? The only opinions that mattered where those of his family and Narcissa of course and his family had already let him know that they wouldn't mind him getting together with the blond and he didn't think Narcissa would oppose to it, but still. He didn't want Draco to get hurt or his name to be slandered in the papers if word got out he got together with Harry. And what if they thought he only got together with Draco because of the baby? Which of course wasn't true, but the public had proven itself to be very fickle when it concerned their opinion about Harry. One moment they were calling him a hero, practically worshipping him and the next moment they were ready to declare him the next Dark Lord.

All those conflicting emotions had regularly caused him to get headaches the last couple of weeks and he just wanted peace in his head. Would it be that bad to just give in to his feelings and see where they would lead too? He had been brave enough to take risks with his life – so why couldn't he be brave enough to take risks with his heart?

"OH!" Harry shot up straight, clutching his stomach with both hands, staring down at it wide eyed.

In just two seconds Draco was out of his chair and next to him at hearing the shout. His hands automatically covered Harry's stomach and he looked worried, trying to hide his panic. "What, what's wrong? Does your stomach hurt? Are you in pain?" He fired the questions like bullets, feeling his heart clench with every question he asked. It wasn't uncommon for a male body to reject the baby even if the pregnancy had already entered the fifth month. Even with the potion creating a womb, wizards had a higher chance of getting a miscarriage than witches, simply due to the fact that their body was put underneath more strain than a woman's during the pregnancy. After all their body had to adjust itself to the new growing addition, all the while making sure that the magic flowed between the father and the child without any disruptions.

"I – I think the baby is moving." Harry whispered shocked.

"What?" Draco asked dazed, not sure if he had heard it right.

"Yeah, wait. I think …" Harry trailed off and he closed his eyes, waiting for the strange fluttering feeling to make itself known again. "Right here." He whispered after a full long minute, absently grabbing Draco's hand and placing it right above his bellybutton when he felt the baby moving again.

They sat together in silence, feeling how the baby moved softly. It wasn't big enough yet to give hard kicks, but he or she was definitely big enough to make his or her moving known.

Harry sat transfixed on the bed, staring at this stomach, watching how his hand and Draco's pale one were intertwined on his stomach, raising and falling each time he breathed in and out. He had never felt the baby moving before. Sure he had known that he would feel it moving eventually, seeing as he had already entered his fifth month, but still that knowledge hadn't prepared him for the actual thing. And actually feeling the baby move inside of him, now fully realizing that there was indeed a living baby inside of him, waiting to be born, was … an incredible feeling. He had thought it would have been disgusting to feel the baby move, reminding him again why his life was like it was now, but instead of feeling disgust, he was … happy. It felt so … incredible to feel the baby moving inside his stomach, knowing that it was alright.

He startled when he felt a cool hand resting upon his cheek and rubbing away some tears that were slipping down his cheeks and hitting his sweater. Forest green eyes lifted up until they met stormy grey ones.

"Harry." Draco spoke softly. His other hand was still resting on Harry's rounded belly.

Harry looked at him and smiled. A real smile for the first time in weeks. And before he had time to think it over, before he let his insecurities overwhelm him, he quickly pushed his lips to Draco's, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him tightly to his body. Draco froze for a moment before he kissed back eagerly, encircling Harry's waist softly.

"I'm so happy right now." He whispered against Draco's wet lips when he pulled back again.

Draco smiled hesitatingly. "What are you thinking now?"

"I'm thinking that I want to give us a chance, if you're still willing to deal with me." Harry admitted, smiling weakly.

"Of course, I'm willing." Draco chuckled and softly kissed his nose. "I've been patient and waiting for you for more than a year now; I'm not about to give you up when I can finally have you. Are you sure that you want me?"

"Yeah, I want you. Have been for a while but I was just afraid to admit it, I guess." Harry felt himself flush. "I'm sorry that I kept you waiting."

Draco just smiled and shook his head, gripping Harry's hands tightly into his own, feeling absolutely giddy and ecstatic that his wish had finally came true. Harry was finally his now and he would never let him go if it was up to him. Harry had finally agreed to be his now and he had felt his own child moving for the first time … This day couldn't get any better.

"And," Harry started, looking down at the sheets again, "I – made my decision about the baby." He mumbled softly.

Draco froze. "Really?"

Harry nodded. "I, I want to keep the baby." He muttered.

He had been thinking about it for weeks now and had constantly wavered between giving the baby up for adoption and keeping it, but having felt the baby moving just now, made him realize that there was no way he would ever be able to give up his own child. This child was his blood and it didn't matter that he didn't know the father. This baby was his now and he couldn't remember why he had had the thought to give him or her up. After feeling it moving just now, he couldn't imagine him giving the baby up. It wouldn't feel right and he just knew that he would live to regret it if he made that decision. It wouldn't be easy, raising the baby at his age, he realized that, but he had the help of his family and even from Draco. Somehow he would be able to pull through.

"Hmph!" Harry was startled when fierce lips assaulted his own and he felt himself being pushed back to recline against the fluffed up pillows.

"You don't know how happy I am that you are willing to keep the baby." Draco murmured against his lips but didn't offer any other answer when Harry looked at him bemused.

"I have you now and I'm not planning on letting you go. I won't ever hurt you like other people did." Draco swore and hugged him close.

Harry smiled and buried his head against Draco's chest, admitting to himself that for the first time of his life, he didn't mind the possessive tone in Draco's voice.

His hands came to rest on his stomach again.

It would all be alright. Nothing could go wrong anymore. He had Draco and he was keeping the baby. Yes, everything was alright.

AN2: Almost caught up to the version of fanfiction ... Hope you liked this one. Please leave your thoughts behind in a review!

See you all this Friday again

Love and cuddles

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