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Love Forced Upon Us COMPLETE	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 25105 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any concepts or characters associated with it. I am not making any money from this this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 2
- 3
- 4
UPDATED: November 2018 - Improved grammar, punctuation, and spelling.
AN: This is a much darker story that most of my usual writing, please do pay attention to the warnings given and do not read if you think you will be affected by any of the subject matter.
WARNINGS: This story will contain some adult themes, including non-consensual sexual activity, graphic scenes of hetero. sexual activity and abuse. This story also contains pregnancy, gender changing potions, major and minor character death (I have been advised to add a major character death warning, these are minor characters in the canon, but more major for this story; but are not Harry or Draco) and both heterosexual and homosexual relationships.

Enjoy.
Part 3

Draco had felt a lot of panic over many things in the space of a few moments; they had left his mother at the mercy of the death eaters, Harry was now being violently sick next to him and his Aunt Andromeda sounded very unsure about their arrival. He was about to lose it completely when Harry collapsed in his arms.
The moment his Aunt swept Harry into her arms and welcomed them both inside, it took all of Draco’s resolve not to break down right then and there.
He walked without words or thoughts behind his aunt, seemly unable to take in any of the questions she was asking him. He was exhausted and mentally drained. They were finally safe and all he wanted right now was to curl up next to Harry and sleep, preferably for several days.
Draco wasn’t quite sure what happened or how they got there, but he found himself watching Andromeda checking Harry and the baby over. He was fairly sure she declared them just malnourished before he lay on the bed next to the mother of his child and lost consciousness.
-#-
Andromeda left the young couple to sleep upstairs and quickly made her way to the fireplace. She needed to inform Miss Granger and Mr Weasley, as they were more or less running the order nowadays.
“Andromeda?” Minerva sounded surprised when the floo call came through into the kitchen of the current house the order was borrowing.
“You might want to fetch Miss Granger and Mr Weasley; I think you will all want to hear about who just turned up on my doorstep.”
The former headmistress raised an inquisitive eyebrow before heading off to summon her two former students. They apparently were only a room or two away as they all returned very promptly.
“What’s going on?” Ron asked bluntly.
Hermione gave her boyfriend a glare but then nodded her agreement to the question.
“Draco Malfoy just turned up on my doorstep, looking a lot worse for wear, with a clearly pregnant young lady in tow,” Andromeda informed them.
Whatever they had been expecting to hear, apparently this was not that, and it left both Minerva McGonagall and Ron Weasley wide-eyed and completely lost for words. Hermione, however, just had more questions.
“Do we know anything about what happened? Or the identity of the young lady with him?”
Andromeda shook her head. “No, she had already lost consciousness by the time I got to them and Draco seemed to be in some kind of shock, unable to even speak.”
“It’s a trap… I know it, I don’t trust him,” Ron blurted out.
“Ronald,” Andromeda and Hermione both scolded.
“I really don’t think this is. You haven’t seen him yet, but he is in a bad way and, from what I can tell from how he was with her, that is his child. A bit far to go for a trap don’t you think,” Andromeda pointed out.
Ron looked like he wanted to complain further but Hermione interrupted.
“But we will play it safe anyways. Bring Teddy here and we will keep them both there till we know more about what is going on.”
Ron, Andromeda and McGonagall all nodded their approval to the idea.
“I am still going to take care of them though, Draco is my nephew. I am short enough on family as it is and, if that is his child, then they are family too. I will send Teddy over in the morning and will let you know when they are awake.”
Andromeda wished them good night and decided she would take up residence in a chair in the room with the teens, just to keep an eye on them.
-#-
Harry opened his eyes slowly. He was warmer than he usually was and while there were Draco’s arms around him in a familiar protective manner, the bed beneath him was far more comfortable than the one in their room.
The light in the room was dim, as though it was well into the day but curtains had been kept shut to keep out the worst of the sunlight.
They had done it. This was definitely not their stone prison, this was Andromeda’s home, he was sure of it.
He tried opening his eyes again, being careful not to move and wake Draco, who was snoring lightly behind him. Andromeda was smiling at him from her rocking chair in the corner.
“Well, good morning, sweetheart, how are you feeling?”
Harry was too thrown by being called sweetheart to manage to form any kind of response. It took a few moments to realise why Andromeda wouldn’t recognise him; it would be quite a leap for her to figure out that the pregnant girl in front of her in, her nephew’s arms, was the same person as the missing boy hero, rival of the same nephew.
Andromeda got up and made her way over to him. She squatted down by the side of the bed and stared into Harry’s green eyes. She seemed momentarily thrown by the distinctive colour of them, a flicker of recognition. Harry hoped she could figure it out, not wanting to have to put into words what he had been through.
She helped Harry sip some water through a straw and affectionately ran a hand over her dark hair.
“You should get a bit more sleep, I will be back.”
And with that Andromeda was gone, leaving Harry to try and return to sleep, which was surprisingly easy now he was sure they were safe.
-#-
“They’re awake?” Hermione asked as she arrived at the Tonks residence.
When Andromeda’s owl had arrived, Ron had mumbled something about not wanting anything to do with Malfoy and Hermione being able to handle it, before he’d disappeared back into updating the files they had on various supposed Death Eaters.
“Well, the young girl is…” Andromeda informed her, “though I have a suspicion that she isn’t quite what, or rather, whom she seems.”
Hermione indicated that maybe they should sit, but the older lady shook her head.
“I think it is best you come to your own conclusions on this one, just to be sure I am not going crazy in my old age.” She indicated towards the stairs but grabbed Hermione by the elbow when she was only a few steps up. “Pay close attention to her eyes, hair and forehead.”
Hermione’s eyebrow rose in confusion at this but nodded to show she had at least understood the words, even if not the meaning.
The room was in bathed in a light glow when Hermione entered but she had no trouble recognising the sleeping form of Draco Malfoy, his blond hair as pale as ever. She spelled the curtains slightly further open so she could see the face of the very small girl curled up in his arms.
Her hair was dark, possibly even black, and it was in messy curls. She was pretty, even with the drawn and slightly ill look her complexion had. Even with the covers pulled over them she could make out several hands protectively over her pregnant belly.
She picked up a chair and moved it nearer to the bed, leaning in to get a closer look, hoping to work out what Andromeda might have meant.
‘Forehead’, that was what she had told her.
Feeling slightly stupid, Hermione brushed aside the dark locks and nearly fell off her chair at the sight of a very familiar scar.
“Harry….” she whispered in shock.
The combination of the hair being moved and Hermione’s whispered word woke the pregnant teen, whose eyes flew open. They were full of fear.
Hermione was unable to hold back yet another gasp when she saw the beautiful green eyes of her best friend. She nearly blurted out all of her questions at once but found herself speechless, with tears on her face.
“Hermione.” Harry’s quiet voice was full of relief.
“Oh, it IS you. Harry, it’s really you?” Hermione reached out for him and put a hand on his arm.
Panic flooded Harry as if her head was about to explode. She burst into tears and pushed herself back against Draco, who woke up and, realising Harry’s distress, automatically rolled her so that her head was against his chest, his arms protectively around her. He could feel the tears soaking into the thin top he was wearing and could hear Harry mumbling apologies against him.
He looked up to glare at whoever had upset her, only to find himself staring at a very stunned and teary-eyed Hermione.
“Granger?”
“What the hell is going on, Malfoy? I don’t even know what I did and how did…” Hermione indicated Harry’s current state “…all this happen?”
“It’s a long story. Just try not to touch her okay. You might have guessed but we haven’t exactly been on holiday these last few months,” Malfoy snarled.
“Draco…” Harry’s voice was still muffled as his face was still hidden against the other teen.
Draco gently moved them apart so he could look at her face.
“Be nice, she didn’t know it would upset me. Hell, I didn’t know it would upset me that much.”
“Hmmm, fine.” Draco didn’t even think before he placed a kiss on the top of Harry’s head.
Draco was aware that Harry was still trembling against him.
“Granger, I don’t suppose we could talk about this once we are up and dressed, over some breakfast? I would really like Harry to eat something.”
Hermione nodded and left the room, she looked through the crack in the door before she closed it, and caught Harry leaning up to kiss Draco lightly on the mouth, to which Draco did something Hermione had never seen before; he smiled.
-#-
“Is it?” Andromeda asked as Hermione walked into the kitchen where she was drinking a cup of tea.
“Yeah, seems so. They are going to come down in a few minutes but... well... obviously they have both been through a lot. Harry completely freaked out when I touched his arm.” Hermione looked concerned and slid into a chair next to Andromeda, who passed her a cup of tea.
“Well, at least Harry is alive. Though I have to say, I didn’t see this coming at all.” Andromeda was staring her tea, lost in thought.
The pair of them sat in silence, neither able to stop the myriad of thoughts of the possibilities of what Harry and Draco might have been through, very few of them were pleasant to consider.
Footsteps at the top of the stairs drew their attention in that direction.
“It will be okay, I promise, you don’t have to tell anyone anything you aren’t ready for,” Draco could be heard telling Harry quietly.
Whatever Harry responded must have been said very quietly and Hermione suspected with a large amount of sarcasm because the next thing they heard was Draco chuckling.
“If you really aren’t okay with this you can go back to bed and I will explain as best I can.”
Hermione and Andromeda exchanged a look. It was slightly awkward overhearing their conversation but their concern for Harry overrode that easily. Hermione went to stand to go comfort her friend but Andromeda put a hand on her wrist and shaking her own head to indicate she shouldn’t.
They were listening intently but if there was a conversation still going on upstairs, it was now too quiet to hear and it was only a couple of minutes before it sounded like both Harry and Draco continued down the stairs.
“Afternoon you two, can I get you some breakfast?” Andromeda was on her feet as they came into the room, already fetching cups to serve them both tea.
Harry was holding tightly onto Draco’s hand and seemed to be trying to hide behind his shoulder, her other hand carefully over her protruding belly. Draco looked calm but his nervous glances at Harry every ten seconds or so, and his free hand toying with one of the buttons of his shirt gave him away.
“Probably best we just start with some bread, maybe some scrambled eggs?” Draco suggested, he glanced at Harry for approval and got a small nod.
“Of course, sit down.” Andromeda indicated the seats across from where Hermione was sitting and placed two cups of tea there before she started busying herself to get them food.
Draco pulled out a chair for Harry and without releasing his grip encouraged her to sit, taking his own seat next to her. He seemed to automatically move his own chair as close to Harry’s as possible, to which Harry smiled timidly.
Hermione was glad to see her friend hadn’t forgotten how to smile but the sadness that was in those green eyes was breaking her heart. She needed answers and it was taking all her strength not to have bombarded them both with every thought that passed through her mind.
“I don’t mean to be pushy but do you think you could tell us what happened?” Hermione asked as softly as she could manage.
Both of the teens across the table stiffened at her request and for a moment it looked as if Harry was going to make a run for it, but a look from Draco seemed to calm her.
“Voldemort captured me.”
Harry’s voice took Hermione somewhat by surprise. It was quiet, timid, and definitely feminine. She supposed she had been too shaken by Harry's appearance upstairs to have noticed the change in voice.
“I went to the forest. I went there to die, taking the piece of Voldemort’s soul with me. It worked, I died and so did his soul.”
Draco was watching him as intently as Hermione. Andromeda stopped adding eggs to the two plates to listen. Harry had never explained this to anyone before and was staring at where his hand was lightly rubbing his belly while he spoke.
“But I came back, and before you ask I don’t really understand how exactly, something to do with sacrificing myself I think.”
Harry took a sip of tea to buy himself a few moments before he had to keep explaining, he knew Draco would be able to take over soon but this part was his alone to tell.
“When I came to, Bellatrix Lestrange was leaning over me, furious that I had survived. Needless to say, Voldemort was just as furious. I am fairly sure he lost what was left of his sanity then. He was ranting and raving.”
To this Draco was nodding slightly. He had not been there but had later heard the Death Eaters talking about how their master was losing the plot.
Andromeda slid their plates in front of them and took a seat next to Hermione. Draco picked up Harry’s fork and put it into the hand he had been holding.
“You really need to eat, love,” he told her.
Although Harry looked unsure for a moment, she did then manage a few bites of the egg and most of a slice of bread. Smiling at this, Draco also managed to eat a little, his free hand reaching out for Harry’s, over her rather large pregnancy bump.
Harry placed his fork down and actually leaned back slightly and closed his eyes lightly; drawing comfort from the gentle kick their son gave his and Draco’s hands.
“They stunned me, I don’t really remember much, though I know I was bound. I am not sure why they didn’t just kill me then, perhaps they believed they couldn’t. I think I remember them dragging me through Malfoy manor, though I am not sure.” Harry opened his eyes slightly and looked up questioningly at Draco.
“Yeah, they did. You were barely conscious. I was there, didn’t have a choice in the matter. We were all made to watch what he considered the great humiliation of The-Boy-Who-Lived.” Draco’s anger was barely hidden and it was Harry who reached across to offer comfort now, resting her hand on his leg with the same small smile she had given earlier.
“They gave me a potion; it was like ice and fire all at once, the most painful thing I have ever experienced. I think I passed out pretty quickly. Next thing I know…” Harry trailed off and looked pleadingly at Draco.
“You woke up as a girl?” Hermione asked quietly to which Harry nodded. “I don’t understand, why did Voldemort want to turn you…?”
Draco held up a hand to interrupt her. “We will get to that… or at least what we know about that.” He didn't want to stop Harry, knowing if they stopped now, getting her to talk about it later would only be more difficult.
“I was restrained…” Harry’s voice was starting to shake when she spoke again and her eyes were closed once more, but even that wasn’t enough to hold back the tears that escaped. “…and… naked… and…”
Harry’s will seemed to break and she looked like she might be sick. Draco helped her off her chair and they went into the hallway where Harry collapsed against Draco sobbing.
‘I’ll be right back.’ Draco mouthed at Hermione and Andromeda before he helped Harry up the stairs. He knew that he knew the rest of the story. This stress couldn’t be good for the baby or Harry.
“Take this with you.” Hermione was at the doorway holding out the plate of Harry’s breakfast.
“Thanks,” he told her, taking the plate gratefully before turning to Harry. “Come on, love; let’s get you back into bed now.”
Nodding her approval at Draco’s suggestion, she let him help her upstairs and into bed. She took her plate of food after a couple of persuasive kisses and promised to finish the small meal.
“I can stay with you here if you’d like,” Draco offered, worry written all over his face.
“No, I think I need you to go explain everything to them. I don’t think I can.” Harry looked down at the plate on his knee at this.
Draco, who was sat on the edge of the bed, reached over and gently moved her chin so their eyes met.
“Not being able to tell them the hell you have been through is NOTHING to be ashamed of. Now…I love you, eat your meal and get some sleep.” Draco kissed Harry’s now softly smiling lips and left the room.
-#-
“To be honest I am amazed she managed to tell you that much,” Draco told them in response to the questioning looks as he returned to the kitchen.
“You refer to Harry as her or she?” Hermione asked.
“I guess so. She has been a she for quite a while now.” Draco shrugged. He hadn’t really given it a lot of thought, it didn’t really seem very important in the scheme of things.
Hermione seemed satisfied with this answer and after allowing Draco a minute or two to eat another piece of bread and a few mouthfuls of eggs she asked if he would be able to explain the rest of what happened.
“I can. Just promise you will hear me out. I didn’t ask for any of this any more than Harry did.”
Draco looked very nervous but managed to keep talking, his eyes firmly on the plate where he was moving the remaining eggs around with his fork.
“I was brought to a room in a mansion I can’t even remember the name of, it was basically a stone prison. There was a small window but pretty much only enough to tell the time of day by. Harry was there, a girl now, strapped naked to a bed and clearly terrified. Voldemort seemed pretty pleased with himself, which had us both pretty nervous.”
Draco managed to look up into the already shocked faces of Hermione and Andromeda.
“Rightly so, I might add,” he informed them.
Looking back down again, he continued, his voice quiet and shaking.
“He used the imperious curse to make…” Draco’s voice caught in his throat and tears fell into his abandoned meal. “…to make me rape her.” He was sobbing quietly now. “I tried to stop.” He looked up suddenly, his tear-filled eyes pleading with them not to hate him. “I REALLY tried to stop, Merlin, I can still hear her pleading with me to stop, still see her tears…”
Both Hermione and Andromeda were silent but their faces were wet as they cried their grief for what had been done to Harry, for what Draco had been forced to do. Neither wanted to interrupt though, not now Draco seemed to need to get it all out at once.
“He made me do it again and again, day after day.” He was still sobbing slightly and the flow of tears never slowed. “It was WEEKS before I was able to take control back but it was too late. Voldemort was furious, of course, that I had dared defy him. He wanted Harry to fall pregnant, we have no idea why...” He added quickly when the question formed on Hermione’s lips ” ...but he desperately seems to want our son. He came storming into the room as soon as he felt me break the imperious. I made up something about not wanting to hurt the child if Harry was pregnant already, which Voldemort did a spell and confirmed there and then.”
“I had been trying to find a way to get us both out from the moment I knew Harry had been caught but as soon as I heard Harry was carrying our child I knew I had to get her out. I went to my father.”
Draco finally seemed to remember he needed to breathe. His sobbing and tears had eased and he took a few moments before he continued.
“Voldemort overheard me begging my father to help, so he decided the only thing I was good for anymore was protecting Harry and our child; I suppose he wasn’t wrong. Anyway, he had me thrown in the room with Harry.”
Draco continued to tell them of how they had come to rely on each other, about the progression of Harry’s pregnancy and how they had even come to love and need each other.
“You really love him… erm… her, don’t you?” Hermione asked when Draco finally finished telling them everything.
He looked up with very tired eyes and nodded. “I love them both, they are my family now, I would do anything to keep them safe. Merlin, I basically left my own mother to the wolves so I could get them here safely. My Father was murdered because I wanted to save them.”
“Hermione?” Ron’s voice called from the sitting room. “Hermione, you still here?”
Draco and Hermione looked alarmed, knowing that Ron would likely be unable to pull his punches upon seeing Draco sitting in the kitchen, clearly having been crying and neither of them wanted Harry to hear the things Ron would be likely to shout at him.
“Stay here,” Hermione told Draco sternly and to Hermione’s amazement, he just nodded his agreement.
Harry’s two best friends could be heard bickering in the front room, though Draco couldn’t make out what they were saying for the most part. He managed to hear enough to work out that Ron seemed annoyed that the story Draco had told had made Hermione cry and was taking so long.
“Look, Ron,” Hermione said, raising her voice slightly, enough that it was audible from the kitchen. “Draco isn’t the bad guy in all of this. I will explain it all to you later but he has managed something amazing.”
There was no missing Ron’s scoff at this.
“Ron, as I said before, I will explain later. But because of him, Harry is alive and safe.” Hermione’s words seemed to cause some kind of storm in Ron’s mind because he suddenly seemed to explode with questions.
“What? How? Where? Is he okay? What happened to him? Where is he?” Ron suddenly stopped and Draco suspected that Hermione had put a hand over his mouth to shut him up.
“I. Will. Explain. Later,” she told him with finality.
-#-
“Evening...” Harry mumbled when she woke up and rolled over to look up at Draco, who was sitting with his back against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of him, reading what looked like some kind of file.
“Evening, love. Feeling a bit better?” Draco enquired.
Harry nodded. “Your son does seem to be duelling with my insides at the moment though.”
Draco chuckled at this and putting the file down, moved so that he was lying down with his head next to Harry’s belly.
“Hey, son.” He placed his hand on the bump and got rewarded with a soft kick. “It would be really great if you would stop beating your mother up before you’re even born.”
Harry gave him a gentle shove for his words but was smiling none the less.
“So what were you reading before I woke up and interrupted you?” Harry asked casually.
“Oh… erm… Order files, that was a list of all those lost.” Draco wore a sad expression, knowing several of the deaths listed in that file would hit Harry hard.
“Oh…” Harry looked nervous and became even more so when she saw how worried Draco looked. “Is it that bad?”
Draco nodded. “It’s a list of casualties of war, it was always going to be bad, Harry. I just wish I could save you from this.”
“Draco, as much as we would both love to, we can’t just forget that there was a war going on while we were locked away, a war that we still have yet to win.” Harry leaned down and kissed Draco on the nose, making him scrunch up his face. “I might look like a fragile, heavily pregnant, little girl who needs protecting but I am actually a strong-willed, stubborn, person who just happens to be heavily pregnant and needs the guy they love, well... I need you to stand with me, not in front of me. Does that make sense?”
Draco raised an eyebrow in mild amusement at Harry’s speech. “Yes, I think I got the idea. Dinner…?”
Harry nodded eagerly and as her stomach growled its approval of the idea, they got up to go eat.
-#-
The next afternoon Harry and Draco had carefully gone through the file of the deceased and missing together. The losses of Fred Weasley, Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks hit her hardest, though seeing the names of so many familiar schoolmates was devastating. Draco had had to remind her several times that she didn’t let them down, that there was nothing she could have done to save them and that none of this was her fault.
That evening, after they had eaten, Harry and Andromeda cried over the loss of Tonks and Lupin, before Harry and Draco insisted on being told all about Teddy, who was, after all, Harry’s godson and Draco’s cousin-once-removed. Andromeda promised that in time she would bring him to meet them but warned that they were being kept in the house away from the rest of the order for security reasons for now.
-#-
They were sitting quietly in the front room of the house. Harry gently curled up against Draco’s side half asleep, while Andromeda was in the kitchen baking something, when Ron appeared in the fireplace, a look of shock and confusion on his face.
The sudden appearance of her best friend woke Harry up and she tried to get to her feet, laughing when it proved to be quite a bit of effort. Draco moved forwards on the seat, ready to defend his … girlfriend? Draco made a note that perhaps that was something he should discuss with Harry later and returned to watching the two best friends in front of him.
“Ron…” Harry took a step towards him and her smile fell from her face when he stepped away.
“Harry?” Ron looked very sceptical.
Harry nodded. “Yeah, I know this is really weird but trust me it is even weirder for me. Hermione told you what happened?”
Ron nodded and frowned at Draco.
“NO! No, you don’t Ronald Weasley.” Harry’s voice was instant and stern, sounding a lot like Mrs Weasley when she was annoyed. “Draco has been nothing but amazing and supportive and loving, you will NOT make him out to have been anything else.”
“He raped you, Harry, that child is proof of that.” Ron snapped.
“HE DID NOT!" Harry bellowed at the top of his lungs. "Let me make this VERY clear. Draco was raped as much as I was. He was forced to have sex with me against his will. NEITHER of us had any say it what was done to us. That said, we BOTH love this child and you would do well to remember that.”
Ron looked slightly taken aback by Harry’s rant but nodded his understanding none the less.
“What I don’t understand is why you are still… together?” Ron mumbled.
Draco chuckled quietly at this. “Weasley, we just spent more than six months locked in a room with only each other for company, coming to terms with Harry carrying our child and desperately trying to keep each other alive. Are you really surprised that we have grown pretty damn close? Add into that I have been pretty much obsessed with Harry since I was eleven…”
“Really?” Harry interrupted, turning to face the blond.
“Err… yeah.” Draco looked nervous and his cheeks seemed slightly flushed. “But anyway, my point is, I love Harry and I love our child.”
“And I love Draco and our child,” Harry added for good measure.
“But you weren’t gay, how can you suddenly want to be with a guy?” Ron was frowning slightly.
“Oh, erm…" Harry coughed awkwardly, "actually, I was, well am, gay… well attracted to guys, that is.” Harry giggled nervously. “I had been wondering about it for a while. It was one of the reasons I ended things with Ginny. All of this has just confirmed what I suspected.”
“Oh.” Ron was wide-eyed and apparently speechless.
The silence was kind of tense and awkward and it felt a lot longer than the minute it was before Ron broke it.
“So are you going to try to find a way to turn back into a guy, Harry?” Ron’s question was one that everyone seemed to have unconsciously been avoiding.
“I think I would like to, yeah, but not until my son is born at least…” Harry spoke softly avoiding looking at Draco, Harry did want to be back in his true body but the idea of losing Draco because of it terrified him.
“So then… what would happen to you guys? I mean, you’re straight, right, Draco?” Ron had the expression he wore when Hermione was explaining something complicated, on his face.
Draco just shrugged, “Well nothing will change as far as I am concerned; I love Harry, not just the body she happens to be in right now. I love Harry as a girl and I am fairly sure I will love her no less as a guy. She will always be the mother of my son and I guess I always assumed Harry would want to change back if she could and like I would be able to deny her anything she wants.”
Harry was grinning from ear-to-ear and would swear till the end of time that the tears on her face were completely from the pregnancy hormones. It also seemed to be enough for Ron, who seemed to be trying very hard not to smile at the look of pure joy on his best friends face, from Draco’s words.
“You hurt Harry, you die,” Ron added, as if he felt that this whole conversation really needed to just man-up a bit.
This, however, achieved nothing but to make Draco laugh and make Harry grin even wider as she took this as Ron accepting the situation.
“Understood, though hurting Harry has somewhat dropped on my priority list these last few years.” Draco was smirking as he spoke, but it was with amusement not malice and Harry truly felt relief that she wasn’t about to lose her oldest friend.
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