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Will you be my daddy?	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 75783 -:- Recommendations : 10 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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Author's note: Here I am with the next chapter. From now on, the MPreg part starts for real :)

Thanks to the following reviewers: StarrCrystal; Madamdragon (Harry's feelings will be explained); Claudia; she-who-waits-in-darkness; bcjink

I hope you'll like this chapter. I also don't own the poems mentioned in this chapter

Warnings: mostly drama, and a goodbye to a rather OOC Ginny

Chapter 34

4th of February

"We're lucky that your pregnancy is discovered in the early stage." Rowland said calmly and walked back to his desk, grabbing a sheet of paper and started writing something on it. "Here is the list with potions you'll need to take from now on until your eight month. You can find those potions in any apothecary. I also need you to come back in two weeks to make sure that the fetus has settled itself fully in your womb and not outside of it."

Draco looked up alarmed. They could lose the baby through that?

Rowland hastily continued, "-Although that only happens when you don't take the necessary potions needed in this stage of the pregnancy. If you start with the potions tomorrow then you have nothing to worry about during the check up in two weeks."

Mechanically Harry accepted the folded paper and stuck it in his pocket. On automatic pilot he shook Rowland's hand and followed an excited Draco out of the office. Vaguely he registered Draco grabbing his hand and leading him through the Floo.

It was almost four p.m. but Draco remembered that Severus had said he would be back with the boys at six. That left with him with two hours to talk with Harry about the baby.

He led his unresponsive lover to the couch and pushed him down softly. Thinking about the list with potions, he figured he could ask Severus to make them.

"Harry, now we really do need to talk." He began seriously. This time he wouldn't be deterred and he wouldn't let Harry slip away to some remote part of the manor. They would talk about the situation and they would do it now. No excuses.

Harry sighed and leant back against the back of the couch. "What are we going to do now?" He muttered, blank eyes staring at the ceiling.

Draco hesitated. Clearly Harry was not happy with the fact that he was pregnant which to be honest confused him. He had always thought Harry to be a family man who would love to have many kids. Now they had the chance to have a child of their own. Wouldn't Harry be happy with that?

"Eh, I thought we could keep the baby." He mumbled; his happiness slowly draining away at Harry's cool response.

Green eyes looked at him in shock. "Keep it?" Harry repeated weakly. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, why not? It's our baby." Draco replied, his voice getting stronger. Why was it wrong of him to want to keep the baby? It was something of them both, something they created out of love. How the baby had gotten in Harry didn't matter; the only thing that mattered was that they would get a child of them both.

"Draco, we're only together for a few months; don't you think it's too early to have a child?" Harry sighed, ranking his hand through his hair.

Draco swallowed; those had been the exact same words Severus had uttered a while ago when the possibility had come up that Harry could be pregnant. Why was it this time that Harry decided to side with Severus? Of course he didn't know that Severus had said the same thing to Draco, but it still came down on the fact that Harry wasn't happy with their baby.

"If we had been complete strangers when we started this relationship, then yes, it would have been too early probably." Draco started calmly. If he just stayed calm and explained to Harry his view on the pregnancy, then surely Harry would realize that this baby was a good thing that had happened to them. "But Harry, we have known each other since we were eleven. All right, so we didn't get along perfectly at that time, but the thing is that we know each other really well. And we already have two boys. It's not as if we don't know a thing about parenting."

"But this would be a kid of our own; that's something entirely different." Harry replied through clenched teeth.

"What do you want to do then?" Draco asked softly, dreading the answer. He wasn't sure if he wanted to hear Harry's reply. What if it was something he rather didn't hear?

Harry let his hands fell back on the couch with a soft, dull pop. "I don't know, Draco. I just need to think about it." He looked at him pleadingly. "Can we talk about it later? I want to clear my head a bit."

Draco sighed and leant back in the couch. "What's later? We can't ignore it forever, Harry."

"I know we can't. All I ask is that you give me some time so that I can think about it." Harry replied back calmly. "It's not like I've been dreaming all my life of carrying children myself. This is just … a bit much to take in."

"But you're still going to take those potions, right?" Draco asked, looking for reassurance. It would be so easy for Harry to not take the potions; it would have serious consequences if he didn't take them, but what if Harry wanted to face those consequences?

No. Harry would never do something that would endanger their child. He wouldn't want to lose it, right?

The terrible thing was that Draco couldn't even be sure of that. He was excited at the prospect of another child, but Harry obviously had other ideas. Ultimately it was up to Harry to decide what happened with the baby. After all, he was the one carrying it. Draco couldn't force him to keep it if he didn't want the baby. All he could do was hope that Harry would realize that this baby was the best thing that could have happened to them. It sickened him a bit to know that his happiness was now pushed completely in Harry's hands.

With one decision Harry could break his heart.

Harry slipped out of the room and Draco was left wondering if their relationship would survive if Harry decided to not keep the baby.

Harry made his way to his room. It was maybe not the best place to hide for thinking, but he couldn't bring himself to search for a more secluded place.

He was dead tired. He let himself fall on his bed and stared at the ceiling. There was no more denying now. There was no way he could go on thinking he couldn't be pregnant.

What should he do now? The pro side of keeping the child didn't weigh up to the contra side of removing the child.

He could think of many downsides of keeping the baby. There was the fact that he and Draco weren't together for that long. Sure they knew each other since they were eleven, but that didn't really count. Until a few months ago, he had wanted to hex Draco. What if he and Draco split up in a few years? Without the baby, he could just disappear from Draco's life and never having to see him again. But with the child, there would a lot of problems like visiting rights. He would never be able to cut Draco out of his life completely if they had a baby together.

All right, so maybe it wasn't a healthy thing to think of a possible breakup. He was happy with Draco now; there was no reason to think that would be different in a few years.

Then there was also the murderer to think off. That man was the reason why he was carrying a child now. Harry doubted it was because the man wanted him to be happy. So if he kept the baby, he would be playing in the killer's cards. That was something he didn't want to think about.

However it was only fair to think of the positive sides of the pregnancy as well. Although there weren't many positive sides he could think of. So maybe he had dreamt of having his own baby when he was younger. But when he pictured having his own child, it had been his wife carrying it, not him. It was unnatural for a man to be pregnant. Why was he the only one to see that? Why couldn't Draco think more rationally?

Harry sighed and sat up, leaning against the wall. He actually felt guilty when he thought about how happy Draco was with the news. He had been afraid that Draco would be disgusted with him as soon as he had heard that he could be pregnant and though he was relieved that Draco wasn't disgusted – the total opposite of it actually – that didn't mean everything was suddenly okay.

He didn't want to keep the baby just to make Draco happy. What good would that do? In the worst case it would make him resent his own child and that was something he didn't want. No child deserved to be resented by his own parent.

Speaking of parents, he suddenly wondered how his parents would have reacted if they knew he was knocked up. Would they be happy to have a grandchild? Or would they hate him, finding him a freak? Would they even have accepted Draco? At times like this, he wished he had known his parents – or that at least Sirius and Remus had stayed alive.

Sirius would probably have killed him for choosing Draco though. Or just castrated Draco.

A small dry laugh escaped Harry's throat. He could envision the shock on Sirius' face when he told him Draco had knocked him up. His godfather would probably faint.

Harry groaned and let his head smack against the wall. Reminiscing about his family was all good and humorous, but it didn't help him with his current problem.

This was just getting too much. How was he supposed to make a decision now? This would affect his life whichever he decided to do. He couldn't decide this night.

His emerald green eyes roomed across the room, taking everything in. They stopped at a round shaped stone bowl and grew big. Memories. He still had those memories of his parents to look at.

Yes, that was what he would be doing tonight. He would forget about the pregnancy and just watch some memories of his parents; it would be a good thing to distract him.

He stood up and walked over to the bowl. After the holidays had ended, he had taken the Pensive and placed it in his room. He had felt much better having the memories of his family close to him.

Harry took a deep breath and dipped his head in the bowl, the images swirling around him, waiting to be chosen. Not really looking at anything, he just picked a memory at random.

His feet touched a wooden floor and he looked around to find himself in a cozy living room. There was a red carpet lying in front of the fireplace and the flames of the fire were being reflected in the windows. There was only one door that led to a hallway. A couch was placed against the wall and two other arm chairs stood in front of it, all three red of colour. A bookcase was standing next to a grandfather's clock. Looking outside Harry noticed it was evening, but he couldn't make out which season it was.

He almost jumped three feet in the air when a dark haired man suddenly entered the room and sat down on an armchair. Harry was staring at James Potter.

His father's brown eyes were trained on the door and he was tapping his foot impatiently.

"Lily! Come on! Hurry up already!" He huffed, crossing his arms.

"Be freaking patient, James! Merlin, you would think you had to wait ages." A red haired woman huffed and she glared at her husband when she entered the room.

Harry couldn't think anything else than that his mother was beautiful. Her long flaming red hair (much brighter than the orange tinted hair of the Weasleys) flowed on her back in loose curls. Her big emerald green eyes softened when she looked at her husband and a smile was tugging on her beautiful face.

She crossed the room quickly and sat down on James' lap and Harry fervently wished they wouldn't start making out. That was something he didn't want to see of his parents.

"Well, I went to Poppy today." Lily started.

James put his arms around her waist and he looked at her anxiously. "And what did she say?"

Lily put her head against James' forehead, her smile getting brighter. "She said you better take good care of me, daddy."

James' face beamed and he hugged his wife tightly, kissing her passionately. He placed his hand on her stomach and looked at it in wonder. "You mean that we're having a baby?" He asked breathlessly.

Lilly nodded and kissed him again. "Yes, I'm already two months far!" She told him excitedly.

"We're going to celebrate this!" James declared and he stood up, his wife following him, beaming all the way.

The memory ended there and Harry couldn't help but wonder in the back of his mind how Snape had attained that particular memory.

He swallowed the lump that had found his way in his throat. His parents had looked so happy when they heard Lily was expecting him. It had looked like they couldn't be happier than at that moment.

Swallowing he chose another memory.

This time he was somewhere outside in a garden, the sun beating down on him. His parents were sitting on the grass, his mother leaning against his father's chest, her swollen stomach being caressed by James.

They were joined by a very young looking Sirius and Remus. Harry's eyes nearly popped out when he saw just how young they all looked. The war had done more than just taking their friends' lives; it had literally aged them.

Sirius bent down to talk to Lily's belly.

"And how is my godson doing today?" He cooed and placed his hands on the protruding stomach.

Lily laughed; a soft twinkling sound that made Harry unconsciously relax. His mother had a very nice laugh. "He's doing just fine, Padfoot. He's a night person just like his father." She grimaced. "He kept me up all night with his kicking."

"Yes! That means we can make a perfect Marauder out of him!" Sirius grinned, but covered his head when Remus smacked him.

"He doesn't need to roam around at night in Hogwarts, you idiot. He would get into too much trouble." Remus scolded him.

Sirius scowled at him. "Just wait you. He'll make his godfather proud."

James snickered. "He wouldn't have to do much to do that."

"What do you mean with that?" Sirius asked insulted.

James opened his mouth to reply, but closed it and looked abruptly at Lily's stomach. "Damn, he's one hell of a kicker." He said surprised.

Lily rolled her eyes. "You think?"

"Oh and besides turning him into a Marauder, I'll also be having so much fun with turning him into a ladies' man." Sirius laughed his barking laugh, rubbing his hands in glee. "The tricks I can show him … I mean even with James' looks, he'll get the ladies if he follows my advice."

Remus and Lily smacked him again while James looked insulted.

"Hey, I'm better looking than you!"

"Who says he's going to be a ladies' man?" Remus suddenly remarked and the small group turned to stare at him. He raised his hands and looked defensively. "What? He can turn out gay too, you know."

James blinked. "Well, if he is gay, then that's fine too I suppose. We'll just have to change our advice a bit I think." He laughed.

Sirius pouted, but snickered too.

Lily however got a strange glint in her eyes.

Remus regarded her warily. "Eh, Lily, why are you looking like that?"

"Can you imagine how cute he would be if he was expecting his own child?" Lily suddenly squealed, clapping her hands, shocking the men. "Oh, the things we can talk about together! It will be so much fun shopping for maternity clothes and baby clothing and all the other stuff. I could give him advice and everything!"

"Eh, Lilyflower, who says our son will be the one carrying?" James asked warily. "And why do you automatically assume he'll be gay and be bottom?"

Sirius just looked at the woman in shock while Remus wasn't sure if he should be amused or disturbed.

Lily waved her hand dismissively. "If he gets my nature, he won't want anything else than to carry his own children. Can you imagine how cute our grandchildren would look?" She got a dreamy look in her eyes. "Oh, I can't wait to see that happen!"

"Lily, he still has to be born." James weakly pointed out. "Don't you think it's a bit too soon to already think about future grandchildren?"

"You never can be early enough." Lily insisted.

"I feel sorry for the little guy." Sirius muttered to Remus who couldn't help but agree. Poor cub; he wouldn't stand a chance against Lily.

Harry left the memory in shock. He exited the Pensive and stumbled over to his bed. Watching such a memory left him shaking. He still didn't know how Snape had gotten those particular memories (he hadn't been in any of them), but he pushed that thought to the back of his head.

His parents would have been happy with his choice of partner – well at least with the part of being gay. Harry still wasn't sure if they would have approved of Draco, but he was comforted with the thought they wouldn't have hated him for being gay.

Although he couldn't help but shudder when he thought of the look in his mother's eyes when she was discussing grandchildren. Maybe it was a good thing for him that she wasn't here to see him pregnant. He had a feeling that he wouldn't survive that.

Strangely it had done something to him, seeing his parents so happy with the pregnancy. They had been excited to have him, had been patiently waiting for him to be born. Had he been planned or had he been an accident? Whatever it was, it hadn't mattered to them because they were obviously happy when his mother had been expecting him. They had had every reason to be afraid of having a child; they had been living in a war and Voldemort could have attacked at any moment. Still that hadn't kept them from keeping him and being happy with him.

He stood up – his legs still shaking – and stared out of the window. Even in full war time, they had welcomed a child with open arms, knowing full well that something disastrous could happen to them. They had been brave enough for it.

"What should I do?" Harry muttered, green eyes staring at the endless garden, still covered in snow.

Without realizing it, he had placed his hand on his stomach, while thinking of his options.

That evening, during dinner, Draco had noticed how quiet Harry was and how pensive. He had eaten his dinner almost robot like, listening to the boys' chatter, offering them smiles and encouraging words to keep them talking. His eyes had been vacant the whole time. He might have been talking with the boys, but his mind had been elsewhere.

Draco had wanted nothing more than to discuss the pregnancy further when they had went to bed, but he instinctively knew that pushing Harry to talk about it would only work against him. Harry would retreat further in his shell and he would stubbornly cling to the notion that a pregnancy at this moment was the stupidest thing they could do. If he kept himself from arguing or pushing, he may have a chance that Harry would think about keeping the baby.

While Harry had busied himself with Teddy and Scorpius, Draco had taken Severus aside to speak to him about the potions.

Severus had shaken his head and had looked disapprovingly at him, but he had assured his godson that he would make the potions for Harry. If only to make sure that Harry wouldn't get poisoned.

Grey eyes followed Harry while he came from the bathroom, dressing in a long sleeved shirt and shorts. For a short moment, Draco had seen Harry's bare stomach and he couldn't help but try and envision how Harry would look with a protruding stomach, full with their child.

The image that popped up made him flush.

Harry climbed in bed, but frowned when he saw the flushed state Draco was in. He reached out and touched Draco's forehead briefly, checking his temperature.

"Are you okay? Are you getting sick?" Harry asked worried.

Draco pulled him towards his chest, trapping his lover in his arms. He kissed his lips gently. "No, I'm not getting sick, don't worry." He muttered, discreetly moving his hand until it covered Harry's stomach.

If Harry noticed the peculiar position of his hand, he didn't mention it nor did anything to discourage him from it.

"Good night, Harry." Draco whispered.

A quick kiss was pressed against his collarbone. "Good night, Draco." Harry murmured back and almost instantly fell asleep.

Draco stayed awake for a little while longer, caressing Harry's hair and looking at him, the moon illuminating Harry's face.

"If only you would realize how much I would love having a child with you." Draco whispered sadly and closed his eyes finally, trying to catch some sleep.

He never felt Harry's hand tightening on the one he kept around Harry's stomach.

5th of February

The next morning Draco found Harry playing with the blocks with Scorpius, while listening to Teddy reading a story.

Again Draco resisted the urge to ask Harry about the baby and just turned to the kitchen where he found a tray filled with vials standing on the kitchen counter. Frowning, he read the short letter that was lying next to it.

'Draco

I made the potions for Potter. This batch will last him for two months. If you need more, then inform me on time.

Severus'

Although Draco was grateful to Severus for making the potions, he didn't like the implication that they wouldn't need more potions. Severus was implying that they would only use this batch of potions because Harry wouldn't keep the baby.

Draco sighed and stuffed the letter in his pocket. He just had to prove Severus wrong. But first he had to get Harry to take a potion.

He walked back to the living room. "Harry, it's time for the potion." He said in what he hoped was a neutral voice.

Teddy and Scorpius looked at him worried. "Daddy, are you sick?" Scorpius asked, wringing his hands fitfully.

Harry shook his head and stood up smiling. "No, I'm not sick. Those potions are vitamins I have to take." He explained and made his way to the kitchen, where he swallowed the potion with a grimace.

Draco was actually surprised that Harry didn't put up a fight about the potions.

"Harry, …"

Harry cut him off. "Draco, no. Not now." He said firmly and returned back to the boys.

Draco sighed and shook his head. At least he had taken the potion.

He went to his study to sign some documents from acquaintances in Europe. After signing three documents and sealing them before placing them aside, his eyes caught the calendar hanging on the wall opposite of him. He blinked and realized it was almost Valentine's Day.

"Hm." He sighed and leant back in his chair, his fingers tapping on his desk. What should he get Harry as a present?

Grey eyes shifted to a closed drawer on his right. Well, he had a present … But maybe it was too soon? Then again, Harry was already pregnant … It would only be the right thing to do.

Draco shifted in his chair and looked pensively at the drawer. Would he risk rejection? Could he handle that?

9th of February

When Harry woke up that morning, he was met with a yellow rose lying on his pillow. Confused he leant on his elbow and picked up the rose. The sweet smell reached his nose and he smiled softly.

He turned around to give Draco a kiss, but the other side of the bed was empty. He sat up and noticed a folded paper waiting for him on his nightstand.

Curiously he opened the parchment and read.

"You're... My friend

my companion,

through good times and bad

through happy and sad,

beside me you stand,

beside me you walk,

you're there to listen,

you're there to talk,

with happiness,

with smiles,

with pain and tears,

I know you'll be there, throughout the years!

Thank you for giving me a chance, Harry. I'll make sure you'll never regret it!

All my love

Draco"

Through blurry sight, Harry smiled and traced the words carefully. That was such a sweet thing of Draco to do for him.

Before entering the bathroom, he carefully put the letter in a box and the flower in a vase. With one last tender look, he went to take a shower.

The next day, Harry found a white rose placed on his books, together with a folded letter. Upon opening it, he found a little poem.

"The red rose whisper of passion,

And the white rose breathes of love;

O, the red rose is a falcon,

And the white rose is a dove.

White roses stand for purity and innocence and that's how I would describe you. You're the most innocent and purest person I ever met and I'm thankful for every day you allow me to stay with you.

All my love

Draco"

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Harry placed the white rose next to the yellow one and blinked away the few tears that had formed in his eyes.

He turned around and went to find Draco. It was only proper to thank him for the poem and the rose after all.

On the eleventh of February, two things happened.

Harry was taking a walk in the garden, enjoying the silence and the beauty of a garden covered in pure white snow when he was stopped abruptly by something sparkling in the air. Slowly he walked over to it and gasped softly when a lavender colored rose appeared in front of him, a note attached to it.

Smiling excitedly Harry reached out and grabbed the flower, carefully untying the note from it. Taking in the sweet smell of the flower, he read the letter with a tender smile.

"This time no poem, but just my confession. This flower stands for love at first sight and coincidentally also for enchantment. I may have not fallen in love with you immediately, but I knew from the moment I met you when we were eleven that you were special and not only because you were the bloody Boy-Who-Lived. Sadly it took me a while to realize why exactly you caught my attention so much. I guess I have to thank my son for opening my eyes properly.

You are a wizard, but you didn't have to use your magic to enchant me. Your personality and looks were all you needed to draw me in and I can not wait to discover more of you.

I love you, Harry and I thank you for brightening up my life.

All my love

Draco"

Harry pressed the letter against his chest and a few teardrops fell on the rose. He chuckled weakly and shook his head. Who knew Draco was such a romantic?

He still didn't know why Draco sent him those roses and Draco didn't want to tell him, claiming they were just leading up to a bigger present. At first Harry hadn't understood why he would receive a present until he had looked at the date. It was only a few days until Valentine's Day and Harry had been panicking for days now because he didn't have a clue as to what he could give Draco. He had been ranking his brain for a suitable present but had come up with nothing. He knew Draco didn't expect a present for him, but he would feel guilty if he didn't have anything for him.

The present had to be something that would show Harry loved him. What kind of gift would show that?

Besides that, he had also been thinking about the baby. He had been wavering between keeping the child and removing it. On one hand he knew it was a very bad idea to keep the child while the killer was still out there, waiting for his chance, but on the other hand, he didn't want to murder his own baby. If he had the baby removed, he would feel like he killed it. The thought alone made him very uncomfortable.

Besides, he had seen Draco looking at his stomach with a tender look and he had felt his hand caressing his stomach at night. Draco thought he was inconspicuous when he did that, but Harry always noticed it and it had his heart fluttering for some reason.

The fact that Draco was obviously happy with the pregnancy made Harry think more about his decision. If he had to be honest, he would have to admit that the thought of carrying his own child had some appeal. Still he hadn't fully decided what he should do with the baby.

Slowly he made his way back to the house, clutching the letter and the rose to his chest.

When he entered the hallway however, he immediately sensed a tense air. Frowning, he placed the letter and the rose on a small table against the wall and walked further.

Ginny was standing in the hallway, trembling and crying silently while Draco was looking at her in disgust.

Harry immediately made his way over to her. He grabbed her hand and stroked away some tears. "Ginny, what's wrong? Did something happen? Why are you crying?" He asked worried.

"I have – have to tell you something." Ginny cried softly and buried her face in Harry's chest.

Harry frowned and looked over to Draco who was now glaring heatedly at the red haired woman. "Come on, Ginny, let's go to the living room."

He led her slowly to the living room and pushed her down on the couch, sitting next to her.

Draco entered the room too, leaning against the door with his arms crossed.

"Can Malfoy leave?" Ginny whispered in a broken voice.

"Why should I leave when you're the one who's intruding?" Draco snapped angrily.

Harry's eyes flashed dangerously. "Draco, just wait in the hallway or something. I promise it won't take long."

Draco glared harder, but turned around sharply and stormed out of the room.

"Tell me what happened, Ginny." Harry repeated his question.

Trembling and sobbing Ginny told him, "I didn't want to tell you this, but I don't want him to hurt you too."

"Who would hurt me?" Harry asked confused.

"Malfoy." Ginny sobbed harder. "He – he sent me a letter a few days ago. Said he wanted to talk to me. But when – when I met him, he – he …"

"He what?" Harry got a dreading feeling in his stomach. Had Draco hurt her? Hexed her? But something didn't feel right. A few days ago. To his knowledge Draco had never left the house. And why would he want to meet Ginny?

"He – he … raped me." Ginny whispered almost inaudibly.

Harry froze; green eyes narrowed and stared at the opposite wall. Raped her? That was a serious accusation. If Ginny took that accusation to the Ministry, they would throw Draco in Azkaban without even batting an eye. Draco was trying hard to build up the Malfoy name in a positive way, but that didn't mean that people had forgotten about the Malfoys' part in the war. One had to complain once about Draco and Draco wouldn't stand a chance.

Harry stared at Ginny's bowed head. She seemed so sincere, but Harry couldn't believe that Draco would do something horrible like that. It didn't make any sense. Why would he want to meet Ginny and then rape her? He loathed everything about her; Harry couldn't even mention her name once without him starting to spit fire. There was no way he would rape her. Draco wasn't a horrible person. What was Ginny playing at with saying such things?

"Can you prove that?"

Ginny startled at hearing Harry's cold voice. She stared at him in shock. Why would Harry ask her such a thing? Why didn't he believe her straight away? He should have been comforting her now, dumping Malfoy and getting him put in prison. "Harry, I – I swear I'm not lying!" She sobbed and wringed her hands together nervously.

Harry leant back in the couch, crossing his arms, looking at her in a calculating gaze. "Then you won't have any trouble with providing me evidence."

"Don't you believe me?" She asked in shock.

"Ginny, if you want to accuse Draco of rape, then you have to provide evidence. The court would want to see evidence before they put up a trial against Draco." Harry replied impatiently.

Ginny shot up, glaring furiously at Harry. "Fine! I'll give you the memory!"

"Good, I'm going to get the Pensive." Harry said calmly and stood up. "Stay here; I'm only gone for a minute."

Harry walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. He turned around to see Draco leaning against the wall.

"What did she tell you?" Draco asked, trying to keep calm.

Harry raised an eyebrow and made his way to the stairs. "That you raped her a few days ago."

"WHAT!" Draco looked at him in shock. "How … What … THE FUCK? I wouldn't want to touch her if she was the last freaking woman on earth! You have to believe me!"

"Don't worry, I know you wouldn't do something like that." Harry assured him, walking to his room with Draco following him. "I don't know why she would accuse you of something that horrible, but she's going too far now. Why would she do something horrible like that?" He shook his head in wonder. "She has to know that you would never get out of Azkaban alive if she took that to court."

"Haven't you figured it out already, Harry?" Draco scoffed. "That fucking bitch wants you all to herself. She said so last time we met in that pub. When you were gone to the bathroom, she told me I had to enjoy the time I had with you." He crossed his arms. "I never thought she would go that far, though." He frowned. He looked at Harry. "What are you going to do now?"

"She's going to provide me with evidence." Harry smiled thinly and picked up the Pensive. "We have to stop her before she goes to court. If she thinks she can fool me in thinking you would do something like that, she obviously doesn't know me well."

Draco stopped him when he wanted to exit the room. Harry looked at him surprised.

Draco kissed him softly. "Thanks for believing me and not her." He whispered.

"Draco, you're my lover. Even if you were a downright arrogant bastard in Hogwarts, you would never hurt a person like that." Harry replied, squeezing his hand. "I know that; you would have hexed her instead."

Draco chuckled dryly.

"Besides, she said you raped her a few days ago – that's impossible because you never left the house." Harry continued, while going back to the living room.

He entered the room with Draco following him. Ginny tensed when she saw Malfoy closing the door.

"What is he doing here?" She asked in a trembling voice. She couldn't help but curse inwardly. Why was Harry being so difficult? He should have been helping her now, even stunning Malfoy and bringing him to the Ministry.

"Don't pay attention to him. Please drop the memory in this Pensive." Harry instructed her and pointed to the pensive standing on the table.

Glaring at the floor, she took her wand and withdrew the memory from her mind, concentrating on it heavily so that everything would be in it.

While Harry waited for the memory to settle and to begin, he nor Draco or Ginny noticed the door opening and two small boys joining them silently.

Teddy frowned when he saw Ginny sitting on the couch with puffy red eyes and wondered what she was trying to do now. He couldn't throw another potion on her seeing as it would be obvious he did it on purpose if he tried to do that now.

Next to him Scorpius cocked his head to the left confused as to why the mean lady was back again.

He wanted to open his mouth to question his parents, but was hushed by a warning look and a hand on his shoulder from Teddy. Figuring his big brother would know what to do; he kept silent, watching the memory in fascination.

The Draco in the memory had his face contorted in sick pleasure while he forced Ginny to take off her clothes, holding a wand at her throat. The Ginny in the memory was sobbing and trembling, but following the orders. The memory ended at the moment Draco pushed Ginny on the bed before forcing himself upon her.

"See? Are you now satisfied?" Ginny sneered. "You have your memory now."

Harry glanced at Draco. He had thought Ginny wouldn't have managed to produce a memory because the accusation was clearly false, but he had underestimated her. Nobody but he and Draco would be able to tell it was a false memory. And the only reason why they would be able to tell it was a lie was because Harry knew Draco had been with him all the time. How was he supposed to save Draco out of this?

"Papa doesn't wear that ugly color."

Harry and Draco both jumped nearly three feet in the air when they heard the clear high voice of Scorpius behind them. They whipped around, staring at the two boys standing in front of the closed door.

"What do you mean, Scorpius?" Harry asked confused. How much had the boy seen of the memory?

Teddy was glaring at Ginny, knowing she was lying. She was trying to steal his dad again! Why couldn't she just give up?

Scorpius pointed his little finger at the Pensive. "Papa never wears the color of purple. He says it makes him look ugly." He repeated.

Harry slowly turned back to Ginny who had reddened in the face.

"Why are you looking at me that way?" She asked nervously.

"If Draco doesn't wear that type of color, then why is he wearing it in your memory?" Harry asked, crossing his arms.

"How should I know?" Ginny suddenly shouted, making the boys jump. "Why won't you believe me, Harry? I gave you the memory!"

"Well, if the memory is true, then you won't have any problems telling it again under the influence of Veritaserum." Harry replied calmly. "That's what they are going to give you anyway in court during the trial."

Ginny paled and quieted down. She hadn't thought of that. If they made her swallow Veritaserum, she wouldn't be able to tell her lie. They would know she hadn't told the truth. She had thought she had made up the perfect plan: Harry was a Gryffindor true and true and would have believed her if she told him Malfoy had raped her. After all, Harry had only dated Malfoy for a few months; he had dated her for years. Surely he would have believed her over him? Then why did she have the feeling that everything was fallen apart?

"Draco, will you please take Teddy and Scorpius outside?" Harry asked in a neutral tone. "Ginny and I need to talk."

Quickly Draco took the boys by their hand and led them outside, closing the door behind him and making it soundproof in case Harry decided to start shouting.

"Draco, why was she showing that kind of memory?" Teddy asked, studying the man in front of him. "You would never do something like that to her, would you?"

Draco shook his head, pushing the boys slowly to the stairs. "Of course I would never do something like that to her – or to someone else. I can't even look at her, let alone touch her. This is just another filthy trick of her to steal your dad from me."

Teddy halted in the middle of the staircase. "But dad doesn't believe her, does he?" He asked uncertainly.

"No, thank Merlin, he finally realized who she really is." Draco smirked. "I would have loved to stay there and see her face when Harry confronts her."

"Ginny, why would you do such a thing?" Harry sighed and glared at her. "And don't dare to tell me you are telling the truth. Besides Scorpius telling that Draco doesn't own that color, I know he hasn't left the manor in days. He never visited you."

Ginny shot up, clenching her fists. "Because I love you! I want you back! Malfoy doesn't deserve you! All he did was hurting you during Hogwarts!" She gasped in anger.

"Maybe, but I decided to forgive him." Cold green eyes stared at her in contempt, making her shiver in fear. Harry had never looked at her that way before. "He wasn't the one who cheated on me with six men. He wasn't the one who was after my money and my fame. He sees the real me and not Harry Potter the hero."

"But I wasn't after your money or your fame! And I do see the real you!" Ginny protested. "Why can't you see that we're made for each other? Yes, I made mistakes in the past, but I swear to you that I'm sorry for them all. I love you with all my heart, Harry and I just want to make you happy. Don't you want more children?" She asked, knowing full well that Harry was a family man and loved children.

"Of course I want more children." Harry replied calmly, keeping a tight hold on his magic. It was itching to lash out at the woman in fury, hurting her for hurting him and Draco. He just barely managed to keep calm. How dare she claim she loved him while trying to accuse Draco of something that horrible? How dare she say she wanted to make him happy while she was the one who cheated on him?

"Then why don't you come back to me?" Ginny asked hopefully. "I'll give you as many children as you want!"

"I don't want to have children with you." Harry replied icily. "I want children with Draco."

Ginny laughed harshly. "Harry, dear, surely you realize that's impossible."

"Have you ever heard of pregnancy potions?" Harry shot back. Brown eyes widened in shock. "I can't believe that I never saw how you really were. Draco was right not to trust you. I gave you a second chance, believing that you had changed for the better and now you're pulling this kind of stunt? How sick are you? Do you realize that Draco wouldn't be able to get out of Azkaban alive if you went to court with your false accusation?" He balled his fists, his whole body trembling in fury.

Ginny sneered, her brown eyes turning ice cold in hate. "Of course I realized that! That was the whole fucking point!" She shouted furiously. "He doesn't deserve you! He should be locked up in Azkaban, just like his parents!"

Harry whipped out his wand, keeping it trained at her heart, making her freeze in her movement. "I'm going to give you one chance to get out of here and stay out of my life." He whispered dangerously. "I don't want to see your face ever again nor do I want to hear you. If you take that complaint to court, I'll make sure you'll live to regret that. If you try anything to hurt my family again, I'm going to make your miserable life a living hell."

For the first time Ginny finally understood why every Dark wizard thought twice before attacking Harry. She could easily see now how Harry had been able to defeat You-Know-Who. She swallowed, not ready to give up on her love just yet.

"But Harry, please …" She pleaded, reaching out with her hand.

"One minute, Weasley. I'm going to give you one minute to get out of this manor and to disappear from my life before I show just how many spells and curses I learnt during my Auror training." Harry warned her.

Feeling her heart break and finally realizing she would never have a chance with Harry again, having herself to blame for that, she ran out of the manor, her sight blurry with tears. She Apparated away, not caring where she would appear.

Harry breathed heavily, lowering his wand and sinking down on the armchair. He couldn't believe what just happened. Ginny had tried to accuse Draco of rape. She would have destroyed him. How could she have done that? Why hadn't he seen how far she had fallen? Had he been that naive?

He looked up dazed when someone kneeled in front of him.

Draco cupped his face, looking at him concerned. "Are you okay? Did she hurt you?"

Harry shook his head. "No, I told her to get out of the manor immediately. I forbade her from ever contacting me again." He breathed out slowly. "I'm so sorry for not believing you when you told me she couldn't be trusted."

"Don't worry about it; you couldn't have known that this would happen." Draco whispered. "She's a crazy bitch; nobody could have expected she would try something like that. I'm just happy that you believed me instead of her."

Harry grabbed the hands on his cheeks, smiling weakly. "What kind of lover would I be if I didn't believe you?" He sighed. "Just strengthen the wards against her in case she tries to come here again."

"Will do." Draco promised him.

"Is mean lady gone now?" Scorpius asked worried.

Harry sat up straight, beckoning Scorpius and Teddy over. "Yes, she's gone; she won't bother us ever again."

Draco sat down next to him, Scorpius climbed on his lap and Teddy crawled on the spot on his other side.

"She's gone for good?" Teddy asked for reassurance, not quite believing he was finally rid of Ginny.

Harry nodded and gave him a kiss on his forehead. "Yes, she's gone for good. She won't ever come back again."

Teddy sighed relieved and cuddled closer to his dad.

Looking at the two boys snuggled against him and feeling Draco's embrace and the tender kiss in his neck, Harry finally knew what he could give Draco for Valentine's Day.

AN2: Alright, one problem is removed LOL What did you think of it? Please leave your thoughts behind in a review! Normally I should be able to update again this Friday

Love and cuddles

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