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Face Down	By : nekluvshp Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 37335 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Found
- 2-First Time
- 3-Friends?
- 4-Closer
- 5-Again
- 6-Holiday Gifts
- 7-Too Far
- 8-Loss
- 9-Gain
- 10-Coping
- 11-With Love
- 12-Recovering
- 13-Date
- 14-Willing
- 15-Consenting
- 16-Enjoying
- 17-Expecting
- 18-Parting Ways
- 19-Rescue
- 20-Epilogue
- 18
- 19
- 20
I am sooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry that this is late!!! I just couldn’t write!!! I know that is contradictory though because I posted five other things since chapter 18. This chapter just seemed to give me huge problems. I will be handing out pitch forks and torches at the end so that you may come after me and get your revenge.

Some good news, there is going to be a chapter 20!!!! Well, technically it’ll be the epilogue and I don’t think it’ll be very long. Then sometime later, expect the sequel to begin. FF.net people, make sure you put me on author alert so you’ll be notified when I post it.

Also, if you have the time, please check out my two new stories. Permission, a one shot and Draco Malfoy Does Not Do Libraries, a short, three part PWP.

As always, read, review, and enjoy!!!!!

When Harry was through the barrier, he stopped and tightened his grip on the cart until his knuckles cracked. It was all he could do to keep himself from abandoning his stuff and going back after Draco.

“Hurry up, boy.” An angry voice shouted from a short distance away.

Harry glanced up from his shaking arms and willed himself not to cry. He’d probably get smacked if he did that in front of any of them.

“It’s only a month. It’s only a month. It’s only a month.” Harry repeated under his breath as he followed his red-faced uncle and tried not to hyperventilate.

In the car, Harry sat in the back pressed against the door on the passenger side and completely ignored the other three, which was made easier by the fact that they were ignoring him as well. It was only slightly more difficult when Dudley started poking him in the back of the head to rile him up. But the large boy gave up quickly when he got no reaction.

Halfway home, they stopped at a restaurant where Harry begged them to let him stay in the car. Of course, Vernon was afraid Harry would do something freakish to the car or possibly steal it and very nearly dragged him inside.

Even though they had taken him in with them, Harry doubted they would let him eat and was extremely surprised when his uncle ordered him a kid’s chicken nugget meal, the cheapest thing on the menu.

Harry wasn’t very hungry though. He was too busy thinking about Draco and what he might have been doing at that moment.

By the time the other three were done with their meals, Dudley having filled and finished eight plates from the buffet and two from the dessert line, Harry had only eaten half a nugget, three French fries, and hadn’t even opened the little bottle of chocolate milk that came with it.

“Hurry up, boy.” Vernon demanded once the check arrived. Harry noted that he’d only spoken to him twice so far and it was the exact same words both times.

“I’m not hungry.” Harry stated quietly.

“I wasted perfectly good money on you.” He spat. “You’ll not disrespect my generosity.”

Harry began piling his food back into the colorful bag it came in. “I’ll take it with me and finish it on the way.”

“I’ll not have you making a mess of my car.” Vernon seethed as he placed a few bills on the table.

“Fine! I’ll take it with me and finish it in my room!” Harry snapped and stormed toward the door.

The other three were slightly taken aback by Harry's outburst and warily followed him as they were afraid something was going to spontaneously explode.

Once they were on the road again, Harry pulled a piece of parchment and a quill out of the knapsack he hadn’t put in his trunk and put his baggie of food in it. He immediately scribbled down his extreme disdain of how his summer had gone so far. If it weren’t for his relatives, he would have used the mirror and talked to Draco face to face. A letter would have to do for now.

By the time they reached Number 4 Privet Drive, Harry was very tired and fearing that the featherweight charm had worn off his trunk. If it had, he’d have to ask for help carrying it and that probably wouldn’t bode well for him.

When the car stopped, the trunk was popped and Harry moved to get his things as Dudley and Aunt Petunia went inside. Vernon stayed to make sure nothing weird happened to his car.

Harry held a breath as he reached for a handle on his trunk and sighed in relief when he easily lifted it. He set in on the ground and then reached for Hedwig, who hooted angrily at him for being left in such a small, dark place for so long.

“I’m sorry, girl.” He whispered and stuck a finger through the bars of her cage to give her a quick pet on the head.

Making sure he had a tight hold on Hedwig’s cage, Harry grabbed his trunk and dragged it toward the front door. He couldn’t very well open it on his own so he waited for his whale of an uncle to do it.

Inside, Harry immediately headed toward his room, completely ignored by the rest of the household. But he preferred it that way. The more they ignored him, the less “trouble” he’d get in.

Before he could even close his bedroom door behind him, Harry felt the weight in his right hand multiply. The handle slipped out of his grasp and his trunk crashed loudly against the floor.

Almost immediately he heard, “Quiet down up there!”

Harry didn’t respond and left his trunk where it was without unpacking it. He purposely had put all of his clothes on top because he wanted to be ready when Draco came to get him. Then he set Hedwig’s cage on his desk, opened it, and then opened the window so she could fly if she wanted to.

Once the cage was vacated, Harry sat on his bed and slid off his backpack. He opened it and pulled out his left over food. The milk was warm now so he dropped that in the wastebasket. Then he pulled apart a nugget and left the pieces as a treat for Hedwig.

After very slowly finishing the rest of the cold food, Harry pulled his mirror out and laid it on his pillow. He flopped onto his stomach and could feel the changes to it. With a small smile on his face, he drifted off, waiting for Draco to contact him.

The next two weeks felt like a year to Harry. He knew it was his own fault though because he was doing exactly what Draco had told him not to do: watching the clock.

There wasn’t much for him to do. His relatives never talked to him beyond ordering him around and he wasn’t told to do many chores anymore because they were afraid he’d do something weird to their things.

In that short amount of time though, Harry’s abdomen had grown noticeably. Most of his own shirts were starting to get too tight and he was resorting to wearing Dudley’s hand-me-downs. He knew it was only a matter of time before the other’s started to notice it.

Not only that, but the morning sickness that had gratefully left him only a week before school ended, came back full force after three days of being there. Harry didn’t know if it had just been a short reprieve or if it had something to do with his surroundings that brought it back.

Other than his relatives founding out, the worst part about it was how small he already was. Despite his growing stomach, the renewed vomiting was causing Harry to lose weight. If Draco were to see that he was lighter than when they parted, he’d probably kill him, or more likely his relatives.

It was four pm and Harry was currently trying to figure out how to word a letter to Draco without sounding panicked. He knew if he tried to tell him through the mirror, he’d probably break down.

They were figuring out that something strange was going on with Harry and it doubtlessly wouldn’t be long before they questioned him about it. If they were to find out about his pregnant state, his uncle would probably do more to him that just a smack upside the head. That was something he wouldn’t risk and mostly likely wouldn’t live through a second time, accidentally or otherwise.

Finally he put his quill down and reread the letter:

Draco,

I know we mostly just talk through our mirrors before bed but I couldn’t wait that long to get this out, even though you probably won’t get this until tonight anyway.

My relatives know something is going on and I’m getting a little worried that they might figure it out soon. We both know that could be bad if they do.

I’m sorry; I just really needed to get that off my chest.

Love,

Harry

Deciding that was as good as it was going to get, Harry folded it up and moved to tie it to Hedwig’s leg. She nipped his hand affectionately before taking off.

With nothing else to do and his only companion gone, Harry laid down and stared at the ceiling as he waited for it to be nine-thirty so he could talk to Draco.

The next morning, Harry awoke with a start to loud pounding.

“Get up, boy, and help your aunt make breakfast.” Vernon roared.

“I’ll be down in a minute.” Harry answered as he sat up, realizing that for the first time in well over a week that he didn’t have to throw up. That thought had him smiling until he remembered that Draco never showed up for their “mirror date,” as Harry liked to call it.

“Make it quick.” It was followed by the loud footsteps of the large man making his way down the stairs.

Completely miserable, Harry got up and dressed for the day in the only shirt that still fit him, though it was a little snug, that didn’t used to be Dudley’s. He then slowly meandered downstairs to help with one of the few meals they actually made him cook anymore; Sunday breakfast.

Harry had finished with the eggs and was now putting strips of bacon in the pan. Uncle Vernon was reading the morning paper while Aunt Petunia had gone to finally wake Dudley, when the doorbell rang.

The short brunette could practically hear his uncle’s mustache bristle in anger. He was a man who thought it was extremely rude for someone to interrupt a meal, especially dinner or Sunday breakfast.

“Who the hell could that be?” Harry heard him grumble as he stood up and left the room.

Harry strained his ears trying to make out what was being said but it was made impossible when Dudley’s thunderous footsteps were heard coming down the stairs. He turned back to the stove and used a fork to flip the bacon.

The two walked in a moment later, Petunia fussing over Dudley, and took a seat at the table to wait. Not a minute later, they could hear Vernon coming down the hall, talking loudly and excitedly like he was trying to impress someone.

“This is my wife, Petunia, and my son, Dudley.” The man said as he entered the kitchen.

“Hello.” They said in unison. Harry heard no response from the guest and assumed he may have nodded or waved in greeting.

“And who is that?” A wonderfully familiar voice asked, causing the fork in Harry's hand to slip and clatter loudly in the frying pan.

“Th-that… that’s just my nephew, who graciously decided to cook us breakfast this morning.” Vernon said nervously as he sidled up behind Harry. “You better behave yourself, boy.” He spat quietly in his ear. “This man is very rich and I will not have you screwing up a potential business deal.” He then moved away.

“What’s your name?” The “stranger” asked.

Harry bit back a smirk even though no one could see his face at the moment. “Harry.” He softly replied.

“Well, Harry, don’t you think you should turn around and greet your guest properly?”

Trying his best to hide his excitement, Harry turned to face the rest of the room. It was extremely difficult for him not to show the relief he felt at seeing his fiancé again but his control was slowly leaving him.

Harry nervously started biting his lip as he continuously glanced between Draco and the other three. He desperately wanted to just throw himself at the blonde but wasn’t sure if he’d be ok with it with them there.

Catching his meaning, Draco looked at them and then back at Harry. “It’s entirely up to you.” He said with a gentle smile, which turned to a small smirk when he saw the confused expressions on the other’s faces out of the corner of his eye.

In a flash, Harry was across the room and literally jumped on Draco, nearly knocking them both to the floor.

“I missed you so much.” He practically sobbed into the taller boy’s chest as Draco put his arms under Harry to hold him up.

“I missed you t— mmph” Draco was cut off when Harry suddenly grabbed the back of his head and smashed their lips together. It only took a few seconds for him to be able to feel Harry's growing erection.

After awhile, Draco managed to pull Harry's mouth off of his but he had to continue fighting to keep him off. “Harry— Ha— Harr— Harry!”

Finally, he set the brunette on his feet and took a firm hold of each of his wrists. With a smirk the blonde quietly said, “Well someone’s horny, aren’t they?” Harry nodded furiously as he continued trying to get closer to Draco.

“Well I’ll take care of that when we get home but right now, I think you’re mentally scarring your family.” Draco said with a small chuckle.

Harry's face reddened in embarrassment but his mind was stuck on one word. “H-Home?”

Draco frowned. “Of course. You didn’t think I was just going to leave you here after that letter, did you?” He asked.

Harry didn’t need to respond verbally. The continued reddening of his face and down turned head was answer enough. “I didn’t want you to think it was a big deal.” He said with a shrug.

“I read right through your little act. You’re scared.” Draco stated softly.

Shaking his head, Harry whispered, “Terrified. If they knew… I knew the same thing that happened last time would happen again. I don’t think I could take it.” Draco pulled Harry back into a hug as tears started silently streaming down his cheeks.

“Just what the bloody hell is going on here?” Vernon shouted. “You’ve been writing letters to those other freaks?! Are more of them going to be showing up at my doorstep?!” The man quickly rose to his feet, the chair he was sitting in creaking in protest at the sudden harsh treatment.

“Harry is coming with me, that’s what going on here.” Draco explained without looking away from the mop of dark hair resting on his chest. “We’ll just get his things and be on our way.”

“Going with you?” Vernon sputtered. Draco nodded. “He’s leaving.” Another nod from the blonde. “Forever?”

“Yes.”

A wide grin formed on the whale-like man’s face. “Well don’t let us stand in your way.” He said cheerily as pulled the swinging door open and held it for them. “If there’s anything I can do to have you out of here faster, just let me know.”

The two teenagers left the room and were halfway up the stairs when a loud, excited shout reached their ears followed by an exclamation of, “Finally!”

“I didn’t think he’d take it this hard.” Harry said sarcastically but with a look of complete seriousness on his face.

Draco chuckled. “And a moment ago you were in tears.”

“Please don’t start on that.” Harry groaned as they reached the landing. “I know my moods have been out of whack. I don’t need commentating on it too.” The younger of the two pushed the door opened and walked into the room.

As Draco followed, he stopped short. “This is your room?” He asked, trying his best not to sneer because it was Harry's. An old desk and a bed, that was about it.

“No.” Harry casually replied as he began gathering up the few things he had unpacked.

Confused, Draco asked, “No? Well if this room looks like this, what the hell does your room look like?”

Harry dropped a few pieces of clothing in his trunk. “I don’t know.” He answered with a small smirk and a shrug.

“You don’t… Ooooh,” Draco smirked back. “You’re talking about our room.”

“And you’re supposed to be the smart one.” Harry teased as he wrapped his arms around Draco's torso and rested his chin on his chest.

“Well forgive me for losing the ability to think properly when I’m in such close proximity to you.” He chuckled as he held Harry against him.

“Kiss me and I’ll think about it.” He’d barely finished speaking before Draco cupped his head with one hand and pulled him into a breathtaking kiss.

As the kiss became more heated, Harry used his hold on Draco to pull them as close together as they could get. His hands moved down from the middle of the blonde’s back to grip his arse and pushed their groins together so Draco could feel just how much he wanted him.

Draco moaned into the kiss and gripped Harry's hips so he could lead him backwards toward the poor excuse of a bed.

Once the back of the brunette’s knees hit the frame, Draco gently pushed him onto it before climbing on top of him. He then coaxed Harry's legs apart so he could press himself fully against him.

Harry's legs came around Draco's waist as the older boy began rocking his hips. Their lips parted so Draco could trail them across the other’s jaw and down his neck.

After a few minutes of rolling and grinding hips, Draco bit down lightly on Harry's neck. He arched off the bed and further into Draco's body as he gasped and spilled himself in his pants, shortly followed by the other.

For several minutes afterwards, longer than the time their activities had taken, the two young men just laid together, catching their breath.

“I love you, Harry.” Draco whispered so as not to disturb the quiet moment.

Harry wriggled a bit beneath the slightly bigger boy and stated, “I’m sticky.”

Draco sarcastically rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks. I pour my heart out to you and all I get in reply is, ‘I’m sticky’.”

Harry smirked playfully and stuck his tongue out. “I love you, too. Happy?”

“Very.” Draco replied as he wrapped his arms underneath Harry to pull him closer and gasped at what he could feel. He sat up on his knees so that he could push Harry's shirt up, revealing the slight bulge. “You grew.”

Harry frowned and wrapped his arms around himself to hide his growing stomach. “You think I’m fat, don’t you?” He asked without looking at him.

Carefully, Draco pried Harry's arms away from his midsection and kissed the skin below his navel. “You’re not fat, Harry.” He sighed. “I would have a problem if you weren’t getting bigger. Besides, you could stand to gain a little weight anyway.”

“I really look okay?” Harry asked skeptically.

Draco smiled and kissed Harry's belly again. “You’re beautiful. Now, let’s finish getting your things so we can go home.”

Two minutes later found Harry walking down the stairs, followed by Draco, who was carry his trunk. At the bottom, the kitchen door swung open and a smiling Vernon enter the hallway.

“All set there, Harry?” He asked happily.

Harry froze and stared at the man as. “Um… yeah.” He replied, disconcerted over the use of his first name.

“Good, good.” Vernon clapped his hands together jovially. “Here, let me get the door for you.” The large man practically ran down the hall.

“I’m scared.” Harry whispered to Draco. “It’s just so… bizarre.”

Draco laughed and took Harry's hand as they started toward the door. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll be gone in a few minutes.”

Once they were outside, Harry's eyes widened and an excited smile stretched across his face. “You came in a limo!” He shouted. “But what about your anti-muggle BS.”

With a shrug, Draco replied, “Muggle world or magical, Malfoy’s only get the best.”

“I’ve never even seen a limo, let alone been in one.” Harry said as they walked toward the long, black car.

As they approached, a man got out of the driver’s seat and opened the door for them. He closed the door behind them before taking Harry's trunk and putting it in the back. A minute or so later, the engine started and the car headed down the street.

“So what did you do these past two weeks, that you haven’t already told me?” Harry asked as he snuggled into the blonde’s side.

“What do you think I did?”

Harry scrunched up his face in mock concentration. “I think… you lazed around and drank cocktails by the pool.” He replied with a laugh.

“That’s ridiculous, Harry. We don’t have a pool.” Draco grinned and added, “But we could get one if you like.” In response, Harry squeezed him tighter.

“So what did you really do?”

Draco smiled down at him and answered, “I was working on our wedding, of course. How do you feel about August 1^st?”

“Aug— August 1^st? That’s the day after my birthday! You were only going to give me one day’s notice?!” Harry shrieked. “What if I hate everything you picked out?!”

Draco was taken aback by Harry's outburst. “I’m sorry, Harry. I just thought you’d like it to happen as soon as possible.”

Harry pouted and grumbled, “Yeah, but you could have told me.”

“I’m sorry.” Draco repeated. “But you know now and we’ve still got two weeks.”

Harry felt his heart flutter in his chest and tears prickle at his eyes.

“Hey, are you ok?” The blonde asked when he noticed the dampness of Harry's cheeks.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He replied. “I’m just happy. Really, really happy.” He suddenly yawned. “And maybe a little tired.”

Draco maneuvered them so that he was lying across the seat and Harry was on top of him. “Take a nap. I’ll wake you up when we get there. Or the driver will if I fall asleep too. Ok?”

Harry yawned again and nodded. “Ok.” He snuggled down into Draco's chest. “I love you, Draco.” He whispered once he was comfortable.

“I love you, too, Harry.”
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