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Lifetime Decisions	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11408 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Author's note: Here I am with the next chapter :) I finally managed to finish the story entirely (just need to edit the next chapters), so I'm thinking of turning to weekly updates from now on. What do you think, guys? The entire story will have eight chapters in total, including the epilogue.
Thanks to the following reviewers: Djaddict (It's not that bad - I think); Wavedancer; Olivia; SlythindorMalfoy and DrarryLove0179
Warnings: violence; description of wounds; MPreg; shifting in POV's
I hope you'll like this chapter!
Short recap: Harry had his first check-up and to thank him for being Draco's surrogate, the Malfoys have invited him over for dinner.

Chapter 4
A few hours later, Draco took his attention away from the two suits lying on the bed when he heard the sound of the door opening and Astoria appeared in the doorway.
"Good evening, Astoria," he greeted her and turned around so he could give her his full attention. She disliked it when his attention was split between her and something else.
"Good evening, Draco." She nodded and closed the door behind her. "I'm sorry for returning so late; my sister and I ended up talking with each other for longer than I had anticipated. She was eager to tell me all about her courtship with Blaise Zabini." One of the corners of her mouth went up a bit, but Draco couldn't say whether it was because of amusement or of disdain.
"Is that so? It seems I have to talk with Blaise then, because he hadn't mentioned the courtship yet," he murmured. It had been a while since he and Blaise last spoke and this news would be a good topic to start the conversation with.
She walked further into the room and the two suits caught her attention. Her blue eyes gazed at him and she raised an eyebrow. "Is there a special occasion?"
"You could say that," he muttered and frowned. "Mother and father want to thank Harry for carrying the baby and are throwing a dinner for him. I'm trying to decide which suit I should wear."
She seemed to breathe in deeply, before letting it out softly and she nodded. "All right, I suppose I should find something to wear as well then. How late will the dinner start?" She made her way over to her own walk-in closet.
"Dinner starts around seven p.m., but Harry will be here sooner so my parents can express their thanks."
He studied her while she opened the wardrobe and searched for an appropriate gown to wear. She seemed to have more luck in making a decision, for she soon selected a gown that was a very deep shade of green that would reach until her ankles and laid it out of the bed. A pair of high heels in the same shade quickly joined the gown.
"I'll be taking a shower then," she murmured and the click of the bathroom door that closed behind her sounded very loud in the otherwise silent room.
With her disappearance, the tense atmosphere that had popped up when she had returned, seemed to dissipate and Draco rolled his shoulders, only then realizing how tense he had been.
Frowning, he turned back to his contemplation of the two suits in front of him, while in the back of his mind hoping that Astoria would soon turn normal again, because he didn't know how to deal with her now.

"Harry, my dear, I'm glad to see you again," Narcissa smiled and stepped forwards to hug him when he stumbled out of the Floo.
Cursing his clumsiness that reared its ugly head whenever he used the Floo system, Harry hugged her back, breathing in the comforting scent of her rose perfume.
"It's been too long since we last saw each other – you simply must visit more often," she chided him gently and pulled back, smiling softly.
"I'll try," he smiled back and glanced at her husband standing a few feet behind her. He took a deep breath and nodded at him. "Hello, Lucius," he greeted in what he hoped was a neutral voice.
He and Lucius had never managed to be on good terms with each other – like Hermione had told him, there was just too much bad blood between them to ever reconcile.
"Potter," Lucius nodded coolly back and he figured that was the most friendly greeting he could expect to get from the man.
"I know our son probably told you already how grateful we are, but I want to thank you for giving us a grandchild. You don't know how much that means to us," Narcissa murmured and he shifted uncomfortably when he saw her eyes glistening with what looked suspiciously a lot like tears.
"No need to thank me; I just wanted to help Draco, because I know how much he wants to have a child," Harry replied and rubbed the back of his neck. He really didn't understand why they felt the need to thank him, when all what he was doing, was just helping out a friend in need.
Of course letting your friend get you up the duff isn't exactly what most friends would do for each other, a sneaky voice piped up but he ignored it easily.
"Still, it's not a thing that can be taken lightly, so please accept our gratitude," she insisted and squeezed his arms softly, but insistently.
"I accept it," Harry hastily replied and he thought he could hear Lucius snort in disdain.
"I hope you'll enjoy dinner," she smiled again and released him, turning around.
"I'm sure I will," Harry reassured her and looked at the door when it opened to reveal Draco standing there with Astoria next to him.
"Good evening, Harry," Draco smiled and Astoria nodded coolly.
He held back his sigh; he and Astoria had never got along well – not for the lack of trying on his part, because he had done his best to be polite towards her, but she seemed to have decided that he wasn't worthy to be near her. She probably detested him because of his blood status, which wasn't pure enough for her liking and now she probably had got a bigger dislike of him, because he was carrying her husband's child instead of her carrying it. He could understand her frustration about the last part and decided to keep out of her way as much as possible tonight. It wasn't like they were forced to converse with each other, after all. Draco and Narcissa would talk with him enough to not warrant him to talk with either Lucius or Astoria.
It was just dinner. He could do this. He squared his shoulders and followed the small family to the dining room where the house elves were busy putting plates on the table.

It happened when Harry had almost entered his fifth month of pregnancy. He was walking home from the hospital because Apparating was something he should try to avoid while he was pregnant due to the risk of splinching the baby.
When he was almost near his house, he saw a man with his back to him, dressed in frayed jeans and a leather jacket, staring at his house.
Frowning he halted and wondered whether he should speak to the man or just ignore him.
His decision was made for him when the man turned around and he tensed when he recognized him. His name was Jake Malington and he had been trying for months to ask Harry out. They had met in the hospital when Harry had been Healing his six year old daughter who had been attacked by a dark creature. He was divorced from his wife and once his daughter had healed completely, he had sought out Harry and had asked him out on a date.
Aside from the policy that advised Healers and Medi-wizards to not date patients or family members of patients because it could get complicated, Harry wasn't interested in the man and had gently rejected his offer of a date.
Jake had seemed to take that as a challenge, thinking that Harry was just playing hard to get, because over the course of seven months he had been sending letters and small gifts and sometimes even turning up in this hospital, though security always got rid of him quickly once it was clear that he didn't have any purpose there.
"Harry," Jake smiled and he took a step closer.
In response Harry took a step back and his hand that had been resting in his pocket against the biting cold tightened its grip around his wand. Jake's muddy brown eyes had a dangerous glint in them and he wondered whether the man had taken some kind of drugs or had snapped suddenly. Either way this didn't bode well for him. He had to get rid of the man quickly and without risking the baby that was growing inside of him.
"Jake, what are you doing here?" he asked politely and kept an eye on his hands, ready to cast a spell if Jake so much as moved a finger.
"You didn't answer my last letter," Jake answered calmly, and took another step closer. "I was wondering why. All I asked is just one date. I really like you, Harry and Sophia likes you too."
"Although I'm flattered, I have to decline your offer, Jake," Harry said coolly. If being nice about it didn't work out, he would just show the other man how displeased he was with his advances.
"But why? I know you like me – I could see it in your eyes when we were in the hospital," Jake insisted and his hands clenched and unclenched briefly, but didn't grab for his wand. "You have very beautiful eyes," he mused and cocked his head to the right.
Harry shifted uncomfortably and took a deep breath. "I don't like you, Jake. I don't want to go on a date with you and I want you to stop contacting me."
Jake frowned. "No, you don't. You like me; you're just playing a game, but I've grown a bit tired of playing the game, Harry," he chuckled. "Why don't we go to Diagon Alley? We can go to the new restaurant and afterwards we can go to my house where you can see Sophia again."
He shook his head. "No, Jake. I don't want to go anywhere with you; I don't want to speak with you and I don't want to see you again. Leave now," he snapped, narrowing his eyes. Maybe he should petrify the man and call the Aurors, letting them deal with the man. He was certain this was stalking and that was punishable by law.
Jake narrowed his eyes in response and this time he glared at Harry coldly. "All I want, is just one date, Harry. I'm sure you'll enjoy it," he said through gritted teeth.
"No. How many fucking times do I have to tell you this, before you understand it? I don't want you!" Harry hissed.
He should have listened to Pansy's advice and should have reported Jake to the Aurors once he kept sending those letters. Merlin, when would he ever learn?
Jake surprised him by whipping out his wand and the next moment he had to step out of the way of a Tripping spell. He cursed inwardly; if Jake would keep attacking him, he would have no choice but to retaliate and he wanted to avoid that. Normally he wouldn't have a problem with attacking back, but he had to think of the baby now. He couldn't lose it because some bastard couldn't get it through his thick head that he was rejected.
He was able to raise a strong shield on time before a Cut curse could hit his arm and he raised an eyebrow while throwing the other man an incredulous look. For someone claiming to like Harry, he sure was doing his best to harm him.
The attacks followed rapidly and all Harry could do was inch backwards every time and keep his shield raised. He had been planning on sending a Patronus to the Auror department to request help, but he couldn't find the time to cast the spell, busy as he was with keeping his shield up and firing spells of his own.
He cursed inwardly; he didn't know how long he could keep defending and attacking at the same time before he would grow too tired. But he couldn't keep on fighting like this either.
Suddenly the stream of curses ended and Jake stiffened, a curious look crossing over his face.
"What the …" Harry's eyes widened when he realized what had made Jake stop his assault. A clear, high, painfully familiar voice sounded right behind the corner of his house. "Shit, no," he breathed and felt the first tendrils of panic wrapping around his heart.
A woman with straight, black hair pulled back in a tight bun and dressed in a large, dark blue coat rounded the corner and a small, young boy, who sported unruly, black hair and was dressed in a green jacket and brown pants was skipping right in front of her.
"Andromeda!" Harry shouted in warning, but it was too late.
Before either he or Teddy's grandmother could make a move, Jake had whirled around and had snatched the boy off the ground, holding him up against his chest, with one arm curled around Teddy's small chest, his sneaker clad feet dangling above the ground.
"Make any sound and you'll regret it, brat," Jake hissed in his ear and the small boy cowered in fear, his previously green eyes, now having switched to a brown colour, glistening with tears. He whimpered and his small hands came up to clench down on the strong arm keeping him trapped. "And you, lady, one move and this boy will get acquainted with one of my very nice spells," he spat at Andromeda, who stiffened and lowered her wand again.
"What is the meaning of this?" she asked softly, but her dark eyes betrayed her fury at having her grandson being held hostage.
"It's very easy, lady," Jake murmured and took a few steps back until he was right in the middle between Andromeda and Harry. "You see, I'd like to go out on a date with Harry, because we both like each other, yet Harry here is being stubborn and apparently fond of playing hard to get. If he will just agree to go on a date with me, then everything will be fine. I don't want to harm this boy, but Harry needs to give up on this stubborn act."
Harry grimaced; he understood the underlying threat perfectly. If he didn't agree to go out on a date, Teddy would suffer. He couldn't let his godson be harmed. But neither did he want to go out on a date with a dangerous guy who thought it was reasonable to threaten a young child to get someone to agree with his whims. What would happen if he indeed agreed on a date and the man discovered that he was pregnant? Staring at the crazed look in Jake's wild eyes told him that explaining the situation wouldn't make any difference.
So either his godson got harmed or Draco's baby. How was he supposed to choose?
He couldn't choose. He couldn't let either one of them get harmed.
How could he avoid them being harmed? The answer was simple: by agreeing on a date.
His jaw tightened and he slowly lowered his wand. Only his closest friends could tell when he was lying and he hoped that Jake hadn't stalked him that severely to know when he was lying. He had one chance to get Teddy out of danger and keep himself out of harm's way. He could do this. He may not be an Auror, but he still had retained his quick reflexes from Quidditch and from during the war.
"All right, Jake," he began and slowly walked towards the man, Jake's eyes keeping track of his every movement. "All you want is one date, right?"
Jake slowly nodded, his eyes narrowed in distrust. "Yes, one date to begin with."
"All right." Harry took a deep breath and came to a halt barely two feet away from Jake. "I promise I'll go out on a date with you if you release the boy now."
"You really go out on a date with me?" Jake sounded distrustful, though he had lightened up a bit when he heard Harry's offer.
"Yes, but only if you let him go now," Harry stressed the last part.
Teddy was staring at him tearfully, but he kept quiet, seemingly trusting his godfather enough to get him out of trouble.
"How do I know you won't Apparate with him as soon as I hand him over?" Jake asked and he licked his lips.
Good question.
Harry gestured at Andromeda. "You can hand the boy to her and I'll keep standing here. You would know immediately if I tried to Apparate," he replied calmly.
For a few agonizing minutes, Jake didn't move and neither did the other two. He seemed to be contemplating something; his eyes would shoot to Harry, before glancing at Teddy and staring at Andromeda. She was standing quietly behind him, her arms loosely hanging next to her sides. Her wand was dangling in her left hand, but Harry knew from experience she could grip it tightly and fire a curse in just two seconds if she had to. Her letting the wand dangle relaxed was just a trick to convince her opponent she wouldn't be quick enough to react.
Harry had seen with his own eyes how quick her reflexes were and the extensive knowledge she possessed when it came to punishing people who had gone too far. Like that one wizard two years ago, who had foolishly thought he could attack Harry for befriending Draco when Harry had a sleeping Teddy in his arms, on their way to home. Andromeda had been quick to react and since then there had been very few incidents.
So if Jake tried something, Harry could trust Andromeda to react on time.
Finally Jake nodded and bit his lip. "All right, fine. I'll give the boy back, but then we're going out on a date." The smile he used was probably meant to be comforting, but it made him look threatening and even madder if that was possible.
"Okay," Harry murmured and nodded.
When Jake was turning around to hand Teddy back to his grandmother, Harry caught her eyes and he pointed one finger at Jake's back, while lifting his wand slightly up to indicate he would subdue the man as soon as Teddy was safe. Andromeda blinked slowly and her eyes shifted a bit, replacing her attention. It was a miniscule movement and Harry didn't think Jake had caught on to it.
Hell, it had taken him almost two years to understand the emotions that Andromeda wanted to convey when she made those particular small movements. He guessed it was part of the Black's upbringing, but he had never asked her.
As soon as he saw that Teddy was safely back in Andromeda's arms, he pointed his wand at Jake, who had yet to turn around, and said, "Expelliarmus,", quickly followed by a, "Incarcerous!"
Unfortunately Jake had turned around quickly as soon as he heard the first syllable coming out of Harry's mouth and his face turned ugly in rage, his pale skin quickly turning a dark red. Before his wand was snatched away by Harry's Expelliarmus, he snapped, "Abscido!" Followed by a "Reducto!" aimed at the ground near Harry's feet.
Shit!
The ground exploded and various pieces of stone hit Harry's chest and face, but that stinging pain was of no concern to Harry now. The first spell Jake had cast was speeding towards him in a zigzag pattern, the lime green colour burning intensely. The Severing curse. And it was aimed at his stomach.
He couldn't let that curse hit his stomach – it was best to avoid it, but the pieces of jagged stone had shattered his glasses and blood was dripping in his eyes from the gash on his forehead. The blood and the shattered glass made it difficult for him to see clearly, but he did the one thing he could think off in the little time he had before the curse would hit him: he turned around, ignoring the voice of Mad-Eye Moody in his memory snapping at him to never turn his back towards an enemy, dropped down on his knees and curled his arms around his stomach, murmuring the spell for the Silver Shield, which was a smaller version of the normal Protego spell and was designed to protect certain areas. A silver bubble mixed with tendrils of midnight blue shifted around his stomach and he could feel the cold substance sticking to his abdomen, protecting it from any harm it could befall.
Two seconds later, the Severing curse hit him in his left shoulder and he barely supressed a scream when he felt the curse ripping his flesh apart, together with some muscles, spraying him with his own warm blood.
His ears started to ring and he saw through unfocused eyes how the pool of blood around him started to grow quickly. Too quickly for his liking.
He could hear Andromeda snapping curses in a furious tone, heard Jake's screams of pain before it was abruptly cut off and Teddy was crying in the background, scared out of his wits.
Harry wanted to get up and go to his godson to comfort him and make sure he wasn't hurt, but when he rose up from his position, the world started to spin and soon darkness took over.

"You were really lucky, Harry," Lyrian murmured and tsk'd when a parchment with his vitals appeared before her. "There is not going to be any lasting damage to your shoulder – keep the bandage around it and put a layer of Healing paste on it before you go to sleep tonight. Use that paste for three days and your shoulder should be fine then. If you hadn't dropped down and leant to the right, the curse would have severed your arm."
"How is the baby? Is the baby okay?" Harry ignored the information he heard about his shoulder. He knew his shoulder would be fine – the fact that he was lying in a hospital bed with his shoulder still intact, wrapped in a white bandage that smelled like the Healing paste and the slight burn of the pain courtesy of the curse, told him he would be fine in a couple of days. The Severing curse hadn't hit anything vital, so he didn't care about a flesh wound.
What he did care about was the fate of the baby he was carrying. Had the shield spell done its work? Was the baby safe or had he been too late?
She sighed and looked at him disapprovingly. He stared back.
"You really should worry about yourself more," she muttered and shook her head, but continued before he could make a remark. "The baby is fine. The Silver Shield did its job well and there was nothing wrong with the baby. Your quick reaction made sure nothing happened to it."
Harry let out a relieved sigh and relaxed in the bed. That was good to hear. He didn't want to imagine what would have happened if he had to explain to Draco that he had lost the baby.
He swallowed at that thought and he put his hand underneath the blanket on his abdomen, feeling the gentle swelling rising up and down with every breath he took and exhaled.
"Is my godson okay?"
She inclined her head. "Yes, he's fine. Scared out of his mind, but his grandmother managed to calm him down. They are waiting outside right now." She fixed her eyes on him, looking very stern. "Do be more careful from now on, Harry. I have no intention of fixing you up every time you get in trouble."
"This trouble wasn't my fault," he muttered petulantly and frowned.
"Aurors will come by later to get your testimony," Lyrian informed him after she had put away her wand.
"Does that mean I have to stay in bed?" Harry flushed a bit at hearing the whiney tone his voice had acquired.
She raised an eyebrow. "Yes. You lost a lot of blood and your body needs rest now."
"But …"
"If you don't rest for your own good, do it for the baby then. All that stress isn't good for it," she pointed out and Harry clamped his mouth shut, recognizing a lost battle when he saw one.
She nodded satisfied and smiled. "Now then, I think it's time for the visitors to see for themselves that you're fine."
"Uncle Harry!" Teddy cried out as soon as the door opened and he stormed in, climbing hastily on the bed to hug his godfather.
Harry hid a wince when Teddy's full weight landed against his chest and rearranged him so that he was lying next to him with his head and an arm on his chest, being mindful that the boy didn't notice the round swelling of his stomach.
A small finger poked softly in the bandage. "Does the booboo hurt?" Teddy asked, biting his lip and Harry grabbed his hand, pulling it away from his shoulder.
"Not so much. The medicine is taking care of it," he smiled and nodded to Andromeda when she sat down next to him on one of those uncomfortable, plastic chairs that Saint Mungos seemed to be fond of.
"I'm happy to hear you're doing all right," she said softly, but her black eyes looked at him reprimanding. "Do try to be more careful next time though."
"I hadn't anticipated him to be that quick with his spells," he grimaced. "What happened to him?"
"I subdued him and the Aurors took him away. That's all I know," she replied with a shrug, but the satisfied glint in her eyes told him that with subduing she meant something entirely different than what he understood of the definition.
He smiled weakly in response, figuring it was best if he didn't ask more questions.

They continued talking – well, Harry and Andromeda were talking while Teddy was slowly dozing off – until the door suddenly slammed open with a loud bang, startling Teddy who shot up, forcing Harry to drop his arm.
Draco was standing in the doorway and he didn't look happy at all.
"What on earth were you doing that brought you in danger?" he asked through clenched teeth and his eyes quickly glanced at his stomach, hidden underneath the thin blanket.
"Teddy, come, your uncles need some time alone to talk," Andromeda murmured and she took Teddy by his hand, leading him out of the room, while the boy turned his head to stare at the two men until the door closed behind him.
"How did you know that something happened?" Harry frowned and sat up straight.
Draco came to a halt at the foot of his bed and glared. "The Malfoy family possesses a family tree and every new baby gets added to the tree as soon as the person carrying it is one month pregnant. Normally the thread connecting the baby to us and you with me glows a soft gold. Today however both threads started to burn brightly red and the piercing noise of my magic let me know that something happened that put both of you in danger. So what the fuck happened?"
"I was attacked," Harry sighed. "A man who wants to date me was in front of my house and asked me out again. I rejected him again, but Teddy and Andromeda were going to visit me and the man got angry and grabbed Teddy. I managed to convince him that if he gave Teddy back to Andromeda I would go out on a date with him, but when I wanted to subdue him, he was quicker than I anticipated and casted the Reducto and the Severing curse before I managed to disarm him. But don't worry, I ducked on time so that the Severing curse only hit my shoulder and the Silver Shield spell protected the baby, so there is nothing wrong with it," he reassured the blond.
"It only hit your shoulder?" Draco spoke through gritted teeth and his hands came down to clamp around the foot end of the bed. "Do you realize how much danger you were in? What if the Severing curse had hit one of your vital organs? What if it had hit your neck? You could have died!"
"But I didn't," Harry replied calmly. "I ducked on time so the Severing curse only cut my shoulder. I was more worried about keeping the baby safe, considering he had aimed the curse on my stomach. I just need to put the Healing paste on my shoulder for the next couple of days and I'll be fine." He shrugged.
Draco closed his eyes and he seemed to count to ten, making Harry wonder what was wrong with him. He had explained what happened and Draco could see for himself that there was nothing wrong with him. The baby was fine as well, so why did he look so worried still? He should know Harry would never lie about the baby's condition.
"You said you rejected the guy 'again' – how many times did you reject him?"
Harry's mouth fell open in surprise at hearing the unexpected question. "Eh, around eleven times or so?" he answered uncertainly. He hadn't exactly kept track of how many times he had rejected Jake.
Draco stared at him.
"What?"
"You rejected him eleven times? Did it never occur to you to get a restraining order or so? Because it's clear that the guy didn't get the hint."
"It's not like he was really stalking me – asking someone out isn't a crime."
"If he wasn't stalking you, how did he know where you lived? You didn't tell him that, did you?" Draco's eyes narrowed.
"Of course not! Why would I give my address to someone I barely even know?" Harry said annoyed. "He must have followed me home one time or so. That's the only way he could have known where I lived."
Draco sighed tiredly. "You really need to stand up for yourself more," he muttered.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Harry glared.
"What happened to that guy?" Draco countered with another question, not caring to dignify Harry's question with an answer.
"Andromeda subdued him and the Aurors took him away. I'm supposed to talk with them later."
"Good. After that, pack your stuff, like clothes and toiletries."
"Wait, what? Why?" Harry asked baffled.
"Because you're going to live with me for the remainder of your pregnancy. It's clear that you're still attracting trouble wherever you go and I can't have you getting into danger again if one of your other 'admirers' decide to follow you home. The next time you might not be so lucky and you or the baby might get seriously hurt; I can't have that happening. When you go back, we'll expand the wards to include part of the street as well and create another ward that will only let people keyed into it see your house."
"What the hell, Draco? I'm not going to live with you! I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself!"
"Yes, I can clearly see that," Draco replied sarcastically and jerked his head to Harry's bandaged shoulder.
"I am fine," Harry repeated through clenched teeth. "I'm okay with your idea of expanding the wards, but I don't see why I should go live with you."
"To keep you and the baby safe, of course." Draco stared at him as if he was stupid. Which he probably was in Draco's mind. "The manor has excellent protection wards and you can use the Floo in your room to get to your work. That way you won't be exposed to danger outside."
"I'm perfectly safe in my home! The attack happened outside of it, not inside, because the wards work!" Harry snapped and crossed his arms.
"And what if you're attacked outside the wards again? You have been lucky so far, Potter, but one day that luck is going to run out."
"You can't keep me inside like some sort of rare pet, Malfoy. I'm staying in my house and that's that," Harry hissed angrily.
"Don't be so stubborn, Harry. There is nothing wrong with you living in the manor for the remainder of your pregnancy. I just want to keep you and the baby safe. You can't guarantee that you won't be attacked again and the manor provides far better protection than your house can. Even you have to realize this." Draco frowned.
"That's why I said you can extend the wards to include part of the street – I'm just not going to live in your manor," Harry replied, wondering how long this argument would last. They were going back and forth and he was developing a small headache.
"Can you guarantee me that you won't get in trouble again? That you won't be in danger after his? If you can guarantee me this, then I'll let you stay at your house," Draco retorted and smirked, knowing he had won this argument.
Harry scowled and clenched his fists. "You know I can't exactly guarantee that," he muttered petulantly.
He wished he could guarantee the safety of the baby and him, but given his prior experiences, both of them knew he would always find a way to get into trouble. Normally that wouldn't be so bad, because he was capable of holding his own, but the pregnancy took a fairly large part of his magic to sustain the womb and help the baby grow. Meaning that in a few months, he would have problems with performing spells that required a lot of magic. If he was attacked then, he would be in serious trouble.
Merlin, he hated it when Draco won the argument. The bastard couldn't keep that smug smile off his face and it pissed him off.
"Indeed you can't. Listen, it's not like I forbid you to go outside for the rest of the pregnancy. You still can, but the manor can provide more protection; the Floo can connect you to the hospital once I reset some wards and nobody would be able to follow you because the wards extend far. For once in your life, choose to be sensible, please?" Draco asked in an exasperated tone.
"You're a real bastard sometimes," Harry muttered and looked away.
Draco smiled triumphantly, realizing the insult was Harry's way of admitting defeat. "I knew you would see it my way." He turned around and walked to the door. "I'll come back later to pick you up after you've talked to the Aurors, so you can pack your bags. I'll let my parents and Astoria know that you're going to live with us."
Not for the first time Harry wondered why the hell he had befriended the infuriating blond.

AN2: More drama and angst coming up in the next chapters :D You know, the usual ~ Please let me know what you thought of it in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
Tomorrow I'll be posting two Drarry oneshots for Halloween (one of them being the last part in my mini Halloween series) and one Naruto oneshot for the ones interested :)
See you all in the next chapter!
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