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The truth always surfaces	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11489 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: Like promised, here I am with the next chapter

Katesall: I'm sorry that you think this story is repetitive. I wish you would wait until you've read more before forming an opinion; I'm trying to keep this story as realistically as possible. In real life people don't always break up with each other after an experience like that. They give second chances. If you waited a bit longer, you'd read how Harry really feels about draco. They can't just jumped in bed from the first moment. I'm dealing with a sensitive subject here, so I have to be careful with how I write it.

I don't notice any trend, except for the recurring pair, sorry. I try to keep my stories realistic, as said before, meaning I take the time to develop their relationship. People on fanfiction never complain about my story lines, so I assume I'm doing something right. I'm not going to change my writing style, because I would force myself then and then I would hate writing. This story is currently fourteen chapters long on ff and I'm not going to change it, sorry.

I'm not going to force you to like it - it's your choice after all. I enjoy my writing like it is now, but I can't please anyone, so sorry. I hope you find other stories that interest you (and no this is not sarcastic)

To the rest of the readers: please enjoy the next chapter

Chapter 5

31st of July

Harry was rudely awoken again – this time not because of his stomach, having emptied it two hours ago – but by a weight on his legs.

"Wakey, wakey, Harry." Someone chuckled, clearly amused at seeing Harry blink and grabbing his chest.

"Damn it, Draco, you scared the shit out of me." Harry growled, sitting up against his pillows and kicking his friend of his legs.

"Aw, I just came to wish you a happy birthday." Draco smirked. "Isn't that nice of me?"

"Asshole." Harry muttered but smiled. "What time is it?"

"Nine thirty." Draco replied after having casted the tempus charm.

Harry stared blankly at the wand, before it finally clicked what day it was.

"YES! It's my birthday today!" He said excitedly, a big grin splitting his face.

"It took you long enough to realize that." Draco replied dryly.

"Oh hush." Harry smiled and yawned. He tensed when he caught Draco's concerned gaze. "What?"

"How is your nausea?"

Harry sighed. "Fine."

"Do you need to puke now?"

"No."

Grey eyes narrowed. "Have you already been nauseous?"

Harry hesitated, not in the mood to hear Draco's worries. So he got nauseous, no big deal.

"Harry." Draco said warningly.

"Fine, yeah, I've already been nauseous; a few hours ago." Harry scowled, crossing his arms.

Draco sighed. "Harry, don't you think it's time you tell Black of this? You need help."

"I don't need help." Harry insisted stubbornly.

"Merlin, you can be such an idiot sometimes." Draco glared. "Fine, don't tell him now. But as soon as we are home, we're going to a Healer."

Harry gritted his teeth, but knew that protest was futile against a determined Malfoy. He just hoped that whatever it was that made him nauseous would disappear before they went home.

They both almost jumped three feet in the air when the door banged open and a huge black shaggy dog came jumping on the bed, licking Harry's face.

Draco's nose wrinkled in disgust when he thought of the dog spit on Harry's face.

Harry laughed and cleaned his wet face with his sheet.

Padfoot yipped and changed back into a grinning Sirius. "Happy birthday, pup!"

"Thanks." Harry chuckled.

Sirius turned around to face Draco. "What are you doing here, blondie? I thought you were still in the bathroom."

Draco scowled. "I came to wish Harry a happy birthday."

"How sweet." Sirius drawled smirking, his dark eyes glinting knowingly.

Draco narrowed his eyes, not liking the glint in his cousin's eyes.

"Let's go downstairs, pup." Sirius said excitedly. "Remus and Cissa are waiting with your presents." He jumped up and almost skipped out of the room.

Draco blinked bemused. "Going by his behaviour you would think it was his birthday." He shook his head.

Harry chuckled. "We better go downstairs before he comes up again."

Ten minutes later, they were all seated around the dining table, a pile of wrapped up presents waiting for Harry.

"Happy birthday, Harry." Narcissa smiled. She was dressed in a light blue dress that seemed to glitter every time she moved a bit. A necklace with one diamond in the shape of a heart was resting just below her collarbone.

"Thank you, Narcissa." Harry smiled happily.

"Now why don't you open your presents, hm?" Sirius suggested, and innocently shoved a long thin package towards Harry who eyed it warily. The last time he had received such a long thin package it had contained a Firebolt. Green eyes narrowed and stared at Sirius whose smile turned innocent. It couldn't be true, could it? Harry remembered a new broom coming out just a few weeks ago and the advertisement claimed it was faster than the Firebolt. But Sirius couldn't have bought that for him, could he? That would just be ridiculous.

"Sirius …" Harry said in a warning voice.

"What? Just open it already." Sirius insisted impatiently.

Harry stared at him with a frown, but reached slowly for the package, taking his time to unwrap it. His worst fear had come true. A sleek black broom greeted him, the word 'Airbolt' shining in silver at the top of the broom handle.

"Sirius!" He protested and glared at his godfather.

"What? Can't I buy a present for my godson?" Sirius huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"But this is the broom that just came out! The price was ridiculous high! You can't just spend that many Galleons for my birthday." Harry's glare intensified.

"Why not? My money is just sitting there, waiting in my vault. Now at least it had a purpose." Sirius shrugged.

Remus sighed and rubbed his forehead. He should have paid better attention to what Sirius had been buying three weeks ago. But honestly, how should he have expected that his friend would have bought the most expensive broom there was on the market?

"Sirius, I can't accept this." Harry continued to protest.

"Really, Harry," Draco interfered, his grey eyes studying the new broom intently, "you should just accept it. It's rude to refuse a gift after all."

Harry grumbled a bit more, but grungely laid the broom against the wall behind him, ignoring the triumphant look on his godfather's face.

"Time for my present." Remus smiled and handed him something thick, wrapped in dark blue paper.

"You didn't have to." Harry smiled self consciously.

Remus just shrugged and waved it off.

Harry's face cleared up when he noticed what it was. True to his studious nature, Remus had given him a book about Defense against the Dark Arts. It was more detailed than the school books and it illustrated more gruesome spells and curses with the defense spell next to it.

"Thanks, Remus." Harry grinned and beamed at him.

"Don't mention it." Remus smiled a bit shyly.

"Now my present." Draco urged him on and handed over a box with some holes in it.

Harry raised an eyebrow and at Draco's impatient huff, he opened it, gaping when he saw the content of the box. A small light grey snake with a couple of blacks spots spread out over his body was looking up at him, staring him right in the eyes.

"Are you my new master?" The snake hissed, rising up in the box, until his head peeked out of it.

"Yes. My name is Harry. Pleased to meet you." Harry hissed in return, automatically slipping into Parseltongue.

"My name is Akeyra. I am a Coronella austriaca." The snake told him proudly.

"You are a very beautiful snake." Harry flattered him, knowing that snakes were weak against flattery. Now that he thought of it, Slytherins were weak against flattery too – no wonder they had a snake as symbol.

"Thank you, master Harry." Akeyra hissed, sounding very pleased. "Are there frogs near your nest?"

Harry blinked at the weird question and was on the verge of asking why Akeyra would ask something strange like that, when he finally understood it. "Yes, you can find frogs in the backyard, near the pond. It's in the shade of the big tree at the back."

"Thank you, master Harry. I will be back as soon as I have had my meal." Akeyra replied and slithered down the table, out of the open door to the backyard.

Harry felt a bit sorry for the frogs, but it wasn't like he could do anything about it. His snake had to eat too.

"Where is the snake going?" Draco asked worried. "He isn't escaping, is he?"

Harry shook his head, smiling. "No, he's out to catch a frog because he's hungry."

Draco grimaced a bit. "And, do you like your present?" He smirked.

Harry grinned and gave him a big hug. "Like it? I love it!" He blushed a bit when he realized that he hadn't let go of Draco and stepped back hastily, clearing his throat. "Thanks for the snake."

Draco rubbed his nose in a rare sign of bashfulness. "No problem." He winked.

Two other presents were given to him by Neville and Luna. Neville had given him a small exotic plant that turned out to be a Vriesea which was a brightly coloured plant with white yellow leaves. According to the information Neville had put with the plant, the plant was ideal for bedrooms because it gave off a soothing scent. His leaves, therefore, could be used in Sleeping potions.

The present of Luna contained a bracelet with one green small clear rock and a purple rock with tiny black spots in it. In her letter she stated that the bracelet would help him protect against harm.

After putting away his plant and clasping the bracelet around his right wrist, there was only one gift left to open. It was small and wrapped up in white shiny paper, bound together with a bow of pale blue ribbon.

"I wonder whom that came from?" Harry frowned, picking it up carefully.

"That present is given by me, sweetheart." Narcissa smiled gently and raised her glass with apple juice, an amused glint in her pale blue eyes when she caught Harry's astonished face.

"You really shouldn't have …" Harry stuttered.

She waved her hand. "Nonsense, dear, it's your birthday. You're practically a son to me – it would be very rude to ignore your birthday."

Harry rubbed the back of his neck embarrassed but opened the small package, cocking his head to the right when he encountered a closed dark green velvet box.

"Go on, open it." Narcissa encouraged him.

He found the lid and opened it slowly, his mouth falling open when he saw what the box contained. It was a silver locket, engraved with the Malfoy's crest. Next to him, he heard Draco gasp when he recognized the locket and with trembling hands he opened the locket, blinking away tears when he saw the two little pictures in it. On the left, the photo portrayed his parents, embracing each other, big smiles on their faces. On the right was a photo of him, Draco, Remus, Sirius and Narcissa, all sitting together in front of the fireplace in the grand living room of Malfoy manor during the Christmas dinner last year. They were all smiling excitedly.

"How …" Harry trailed off, not sure if his voice would stay steady.

"I said it before, didn't I?" Narcissa smiled warmly, ignoring the flabbergasted looks Remus and Sirius threw her. "You're like a son to me now; this is a way to welcome you properly in the family."

Harry went redder than he went before and started to stammer while Draco grinned and slapped his back.

"Welcome to the family, Harry." He laughed softly and his grey eyes glimmered. He recognized the locket as one of the heirlooms his grandfather had left him, but he didn't begrudge Harry for having it. In fact he rather liked the thought of Harry wearing it – a sign that he belonged to the Malfoys. He didn't care one bit that it could sound possessive.

In the end Harry decided to show his thanks by hugging Narcissa who at first was startled but hugged him back after a few seconds. Harry wiped away the few tears that had managed to escape his eyes and quickly slid the locket around his neck, the weight leaning comfortable against his chest.

When Harry went upstairs to put his broom, plant and book away, he noticed a familiar owl waiting for him in the open window. His heart started beating rapidly and a smile appeared on his face and he quickly walked over to the window, relieving the owl of his burden.

The package wrapped in black and gold paper was rather small with a letter attached to it.

"Happy birthday, Harry!

I wish I could have been there with you to celebrate your birthday, but we can't always have what we want, right? Anyway, enjoy your birthday and I miss you! I can't wait to see you again.

Love

Marc"

Harry's smile got brighter and he ripped the paper away eagerly, barely holding himself together. Emerald green eyes widened and his mouth dropped open when he saw a necklace lying against the silk cloth. A rose quartz shaped in the form of a heart was glittering in the sunlight, creating a soft glow against the ceiling.

A trembling finger caressed the cool soft surface of the stone and he carefully clasped it around his neck, his finger touching the stone for a moment before letting it rest against his collarbone. He knew he had made the right choice by keeping Marc. It was so sweet of him to give him this – especially when Harry remembered for which quality rose quartz stood for and he blushed heavily.

He sat down on his chair and looked out the window, musing on how he could thank Marc for his beautiful present. His smile never left his face the entire day.

10th of August

When Draco stopped in front of Harry's room that midday, he heard him cooing to Akeyra and he smirked, knowing he had made a right choice by choosing the snake.

His smirk disappeared when he thought of the new addition adorning Harry's neck. He had barely been able to contain the glare that threatened to appear in his eyes when he had spotted the small stone just on Harry's collarbone. He hadn't needed to ask who that necklace came from. Harry's beaming face had been enough as an answer. Surprisingly Lupin and Black had managed to control themselves as well. They had only told Harry to immediately come to them if Marc ever tried something again and warned him to be careful. There was nothing more that they could do.

Draco shook his head and plastered a smile on his face before he entered the bedroom.

Harry looked up with a smile when Draco sat next to him on the bed and continued petting Akeyra who was sleeping curled up in his lap after haven caught another frog.

"Are you ready to leave?" Draco asked, glancing at the packed suitcases. "We'll be leaving in ten minutes."

Harry nodded. "I checked; everything is back into my suitcases."

"Good. Is Akeyra going to stay in your neck?" Draco asked, staring at the snake who looked at him with blank eyes. It was a bit unnerving.

"Yeah, I don't want to conjure up a cage for him. Besides he says he likes sleeping in my neck." Harry muttered and hisses something to Akeyra, who rose up and slithered up Harry's left arm, settling himself around his neck as if he was a shawl.

"Have you been nauseous?" Draco murmured, his grey eyes looking intently at Harry's face, ready to observe any facial expression. If Harry lied, he would know. And boy, the consequences wouldn't be pretty – he hated being lied at.

"No." Harry replied and shook his head. He caught Draco's sceptical gaze and he rolled his eyes. "I'm not lying. I really haven't been nauseous this morning."

"So, it just stopped all of the sudden?" Draco raised an eyebrow. He knew of no illness that would make someone nauseous for weeks and then suddenly disappearing again.

Harry shrugged. "Yeah, not that I complain. It's not like I love hanging over the toilet, puking my guts out."

Draco scrunched up his nose. "I don't need that visual image."

Harry just smirked. He had been ecstatic when he woke up this morning to a normal stomach, not feeling any need to puke. He didn't care why it suddenly had stopped; he was just happy that he wouldn't need to go to a Healer now. He had enough of lying in a hospital; it had seemed as if he had spent half his school years in Hogwarts in the infirmary.

"Let's go downstairs, so that we can put everything there."

Harry nodded and they grabbed their suitcases, dragging them down the stairs and placing them in the middle of the hallway. This time the portkey would take them to Sirius' home, making them land in the living room.

"Everyone ready?" Remus asked with a smile. The vacation had left him with a tanned skin and for the first time in years he looked younger than his actual age.

Draco and Harry nodded and took their place between Sirius and Narcissa, grabbing a hold on the portkey which was now a raffled black sweater.

One minute later, the portkey activated and in a flash they landed in the living room.

Harry clamped his mouth shut when he felt his stomach trying to eject his breakfast and after a few seconds of feeling extremely nauseous and getting dizzy, his nausea disappeared, his stomach settled and it only left him with a burning throat from the stomach acid.

"Thanks again for inviting us, Cissa." Sirius grinned and embraced his cousin.

"It was no trouble at all." Narcissa assured him and after hugging Remus and Harry, she walked over to the fireplace and took a pinch of the green Floo powder, her suitcases already sent through the fireplace to the manor. "Dragon, are you ready?"

"Yes mother." Draco smiled and after hugging Harry quickly and waving to his cousin and Lupin, he joined his mother in the fireplace and disappeared in a green flash.

"Well, now all that is left is unpacking and making lunch." Remus smiled and dragged a complaining and whining Sirius to their rooms, levitating their suitcases in front of him. Harry followed his family amused, Akeyra still asleep in his neck.

As soon as he was in his room, he grabbed parchment and a quill and set about writing a letter to Marc, asking to get together as soon as he arrived home. He couldn't wait to see his boyfriend again. Even after the fight they had had, he had missed him terrible and he couldn't wait to kiss and hold him again.

11th of August

Harry knew it had been too good to be true. As soon as he had woken up, he had felt the familiar nausea creeping up again and he had reached the toilet just in time to see his dinner of last night, landing in the white bowl, while his eyes starting to sting and burn. He heaved again and grabbed the sides of the toilet, holding himself steady.

Too late he realized that he had forgotten to lock the door and in his state, he couldn't do anything to prevent Remus from barging in after his keen werewolf sense had alerted him to the noise and foul smell.

"Merlin, Harry." Remus muttered and knelt next to him, rubbing his back soothingly and waiting for the puking to stop.

When Harry was finally done, he leant back against the cold tiles of his bath tub while Remus got up and made a wash cloth wet and rubbed it over his face, swiping away the sweat and handing him a glass of cool water.

"Thanks." Harry said in a rasping voice and he winced.

"What happened? Are you getting sick?" Remus asked worried and pressed his hand against Harry's forehead, checking for a fever. He found none.

Harry shook his head weakly, putting the empty glass on the green tiled floor. "Just something bad I ate last night, I guess." He muttered, evading the golden eyes that were staring at him.

"We all ate the same, cub." Remus pointed out and then suddenly stiffened, narrowing his eyes.

"What?" Harry asked warily. He startled when Remus suddenly leant closer to him and seemed to sniff, his eyes gaining a concerned and baffled look. "Remus, what …"

"Come on, I'm bringing you to Poppy." Remus suddenly announced and helped him standing up.

"What, why?" Harry asked surprised, leaning against the wall when he got a bit dizzy.

"Because we have to find out what caused you to puke." Remus replied and ushered him to the bedroom, stuffing a jeans and a blue T-shirt in his arms. "Go change."

"But I don't need to see Poppy; I'm fine." Harry protested.

He was met with a glare. "We're going to see Poppy and that's final, Harry." Remus told him and he sounded tense. "Go change now."

Harry opened his mouth to argue some more, but one warning look was enough to shut him up and he hastily switched his pyjamas for his new clothes, all the while wondering why Remus was so bent on having him examined by Pomfrey. He had caught him puking just once; this hardly explained why Remus seemed so worried.

"Where is Sirius?" Harry asked when they entered the living room, looking around him. Maybe Sirius would be able to convince Remus he didn't need to see the school nurse.

"He's out to the bakery." Remus told him absently and Harry's shoulders sagged, realizing his only hope had left the house.

"Come on." Remus dragged him to the fireplace and said, "Hogwarts, Infirmary."

He was saved from an embarrassingly fall out of the fireplace by Remus who hold his arm.

Pomfrey looked up from her desk with a frown. "Mister Potter, Mister Lupin, what are you two doing here?"

"You need to examine Harry, Miss Pomfrey." Remus told her gently and pushed Harry on an examination table, keeping his hand on Harry's shoulder to keep him from escaping. "I caught him puking this morning and I'm worried he's getting sick."

Pomfrey sighed and stood up, walking over to the duo. "I had rather not wished to see you here again, Mister Potter." She looked at him disapprovingly and grabbed her wand.

"Trust me, it wasn't my choice either." Harry snorted and looked away.

"Alright, so how long has this nausea been going on?" The nurse asked, her wand glowing green when she used it to scan Harry's body. "And don't dare to lie to me, young man. I have had you here enough to know when you're lying."

Harry's mouth tightened and he scowled. "A couple of weeks." He muttered annoyed. Why did they have to make such a big deal out of this? It was just a bit of puking.

Suddenly Pomfrey made a surprised sound and Remus stared at her. "Miss Pomfrey?"

She ignored him and her eyes narrowed when she turned her attention to Harry's stomach, letting her wand scan the area again. It turned blue again.

"Mister Potter, please be honest with me now." She began and looked at him with an unreadable look on her face. "Have you had sex a few weeks ago?"

Harry stared at her and he could feel a blush spreading from his neck to his cheeks. "What? NO! I haven't had sex; I never had sex. I'm – I'm still a virgin." He blushed even more when he admitted that. He really didn't want to talk about his private life with the school nurse. Or with Remus for that matter.

"Really? You're not lying?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Miss Pomfrey, I swear! I have never had sex before." Harry spluttered, wondering what the hell was going on now. Why would she need to know that? What had sex to do with him being nauseous?

"Then how could this have happened?" Pomfrey muttered, frowning and doing the scan again. It came back with the same result. But if Potter spoke the truth, then how could he be possibly …

"Madam?" Remus asked, trepidation rising up in his body. His senses had to be wrong. They had never failed him before, but in this case they had to be wrong. Because if they were right, then this meant that his cub was …

Pomfrey stared at Harry who looked back at her puzzled. "Mister Potter, I don't know how to say this and this will come as a huge shock to you, but … It turns out that you're pregnant. Almost three months to be exact."

Silence reigned in the room. Harry stared at the nurse who looked back at him with sympathy in her eyes.

Pregnant? Him?

AN2: So how was it? Please leave your thoughts behind in a review

Next update will be next Tuesday normally

Love and cuddles

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