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Too Close	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6387 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: I'm really happy with the response I'm receiving for this story, guys, and I'm definitely interested in reading your speculations as to why the killer is committing these crimes :) A lot of you come close to the truth actually ;)
Thanks to the following reviewer: starr
Warnings: slight violence near the ending of the chapter; MPreg; smidgen of suspense
Please enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 5
Warm sunlight filtered through the large windows in Kingsley's office, illuminating the various dust particles floating in the air.
A pair of concerned, dark eyes studied the Auror in front of the desk, while fingers were clenched around the most recent newspaper.
"The press has got wind of the serial killer," Kingsley announced with an exhausted sigh and threw the thick newspaper on his desk. The headline "Serial Killer Targeting Pregnant Men?" was splashed across the front page in bold letters, assuring that all attention was immediately drawn towards the article
"That explains the presence of the news reporters in the Atrium," Harry muttered darkly and suck down in the chair, grimacing when he couldn't immediately find a good spot. Discreetly he rubbed over his side, feeling his son kick him softly.
"I can't decide whether this article is a good thing or not," Kingsley said with a grimace. "On the one hand, we don't need unnecessary panic, but on the other hand, maybe with this article pregnant men will be more careful when they go out."
"Does the press have any specific details?" Harry inquired, throwing the crumpled newspaper a quick glance. He had nearly overslept today, so he hadn't had the chance yet to read the Daily Prophet.
"No, just that a serial killer is going around, targeting pregnant wizards," Kingsley replied, raking a hand over his head. "I don't think there has been a leak in our department. Most likely the press managed to be present at one of the murder scenes."
Harry kept quiet, already calculating the best route to return home without having pesky news reporters harassing him. Apparating was out of the question entirely, thanks to the baby, so the Floo network was his safest bet. He couldn't use the ones downstairs, though, and the one in his office wasn't connected to his house.
"Have you made any progress so far?" Kingsley questioned and there was the faint hint of hope in his voice.
Harry grimaced and shook his head. "All we know so far is that we are searching for a blonde woman, who lives near or in London, judging by the places where the bodies have been dumped. The last victim didn't have any evidence of the killer on him, so we're stuck for the moment." He clenched his hand in anger. "We asked the families of the victim whether they knew any blonde woman who had been in contact with the men, but they all claim that they never heard the victims talking about a blonde woman."
"So basically we're at a dead end, unless the killer is stupid enough to leave another clue behind," Kingsley summarized sourly.
Harry nodded and rubbed a hand over his forehead. This was by far the strangest and most infuriating case he had handled so far. How could one woman manage to kill so many men without leaving much evidence behind? Were they missing something?
The chair creaked softly when Kingsley leant back. "I take it you're here to announce that you're taking your leave?" he asked dryly.
"Yes, sir, I've entered the sixth month now and Draco and I decided that it would be safer if I stayed at home now," Harry replied and unconsciously he rubbed his belly again.
"All right, you'll be staying at home until the baby is one years old, right?" Kingsley inquired and his voice softened a bit.
"Yes, if that's not a problem, sir," Harry answered self-consciously. He knew it was a bad time to stay away from work so long, but the circumstances didn't give him any leeway.
Kingsley waved his hand dismissively. "No problem; I already filled in the paperwork."
"If you don't mind my asking: what did you fill in as a reason for my absence?" Harry questioned curiously. They could hardly admit that Harry was pregnant. They were hoping to keep it quiet until the baby was born, to avoid unwanted attention – from both the killer and the press.
"I wrote that you have been in a serious accident, which requires you to rest for at least sixteen months, as your magic was put under severe strain," Kingsley answered lightly. "I doubt the Ministry would want their Golden Boy to die from magical depletion, so they won't bother you about it."
"Thank you, sir," Harry smiled gratefully. He couldn't keep his baby a secret for his entire life, naturally, but by the time it would leak out that he had a child, the Ministry would be too embarrassed to not have sent someone to check up on him – as required by law when an Auror stayed home for more than two months – to give him a sanction for it. Sometimes there were advantages to being famous.
"Take care of yourself, Potter," Kingsley smiled and shook his hand.
"Thanks, sir," Harry murmured and left the office, hiding a grimace when his son gave him an unexpected harsh kick. The baby had become more active the last few weeks and he was only lulled to sleep by Harry walking around or Draco talking to him when they were lying in bed.
"Harry! Were you with Kingsley?" Hermione asked and said a hasty goodbye to a man with purple glasses and greying hair.
He nodded and waited until she had reached him before he continued his trek to the elevator. "Yeah, had to tell him that I'm staying home after today," he murmured, keeping a wary eye on his surroundings.
She nodded in understanding, pushing a stubborn lock out of her face. "Ah yes, you told me about that," she muttered and shifted the large pile of files from one arm to the other one. "How are you feeling?"
"Do you need me to carry some of those?" He nodded towards the thick pile; some of the papers were already threatening to slip out of their respective files. "And I'm feeling fine. Back is hurting a bit, though."
"No, you don't need to carry any of them. Aside from the fact that I'm capable of carrying them on my own, Draco would hex me if I allowed you to carry these," she joked, but her warm, brown eyes were alight with apprehension.
He rolled his eyes and leant his back against the wall, watching how two wizards and a witch exited the elevator, before three other wizards joined them – one looked particularly ruffled. "Draco overreacts too much," he huffed and brushed some stray strands of his hair out of his eyes.
Ever since they had discovered that he was pregnant, the blond had been adamant that the dark haired Auror didn't carry anything heavy or even something which had sharp corners. He appreciated the worry, but he hadn't suddenly become a fragile, porcelain doll that needed to be bubble wrapped for his protection.
"Ah, I think it's cute in an odd, overbearing way," Hermione chuckled and her eyes twinkled. "He's just worried about you. You can't really blame him."
"Wait until Ron starts acting this way; we'll see if you still find it cute then," Harry remarked snidely.
Hermione wrinkled her nose and she looked apprehensively. Her eyes flitted to the display which announced on which floor they were and she sighed. "This is my stop. I'll see you this weekend?"
"I promised, didn't I?" he retorted amused and she gave him a playful swat against his arm, before she left the elevator.
One floor later, it was his turn to exit and he walked straight to his office, giving nods in recognition to people who murmured an absent 'Hello'.
Draco looked up the second Harry entered the room and closed the door behind him.
"Did you tell Kingsley?" he demanded, putting down his quill. Some faint smudges of the ink decorated his hand.
"Yes, I told him; he has already filled out the paperwork," Harry replied and sat down at his desk, pulling the first file on the towering pile to him.
"What does the paperwork say?" the blond asked suspiciously.
"That my magic was depleted during one of the missions and that I need at least sixteen months to get it back completely," Harry answered and raised an eyebrow.
"Are you going to finish this day?" Draco looked quite disapprovingly.
Harry rolled his eyes and pointed with his finger towards the floor. "There is a bunch of reporters waiting downstairs to get a scoop on the murder case. I don't know about you, but I'm not planning on wrestling my way through that."
"Well, at least it took them quite some time now, before they managed to get some news about it." Draco scowled and rolled his shoulders. He threw his husband a disapproving look. "Don't work too much."
"It's not like I'm going to get exhausted by sitting at a desk," Harry muttered underneath his breath and turned his attention to the testimony of the latest victim's father.
This might be his last day at work for now, but that didn't mean he was about to slack off.

The wind howled around the house and the soft clattering of the rain hitting the windows filled the house. October had announced itself with cold wind, strong gusts and rainy days.
"How does it feel, having to spend your days at home?" Andromeda asked, taking a sip from her tea.
She and Harry were seated at the kitchen table while Teddy was working on his homework in the living room. Occasionally they could hear Teddy cooing to the new kitten they had adopted – Ginny's cat had had six kittens and she wasn't able to keep them all, so she had asked Harry whether he could adopt one. Teddy had nearly jumped up and down in glee when he was told that he could choose a kitten from the nest. Draco hadn't been fond of the idea at first, but he was slowly warming up to the grey fuzz ball, which had been named Dagda by Teddy. Apparently he had found the name in one of his books and the name had stuck in his memory.
As long as Teddy finished his homework, Harry couldn't be bothered to tell him off for being distracted by the kitten.
He groaned and stirred the spoon in his own tea, scowling at it. "It's quite annoying actually. I never realised how bored I would become by being confined to this house. It's a good thing I can still visit Hermione and Ron, because otherwise I would go stir crazy."
"It's only for a couple more months," she soothed him. "Then you can go out again."
"I know," he sighed and rubbed over his stomach. Since he didn't go into public anymore, he had forgone wearing the charm and his belly was displayed to everyone who entered his house. His stomach had grown quite big already; he was seven months pregnant now and the baby was as active as ever. "It's a good thing I can distract myself by working on the nursery," he added and took a sip from his tea.
"And my nephew doesn't complain about you working in the room?" Her dark eyes – shared by most Blacks – regarded him amused.
Harry huffed and waved his hand. "Draco knows better now than to annoy me. If I need to stay in this house, I have to do something. Plus it's not like I'm doing anything too strenuous. Narcissa helped me with putting up the bed and the wardrobe."
"I bet she loves the fact that she's becoming a grandmother soon," the older woman smiled.
After the war Andromeda and Narcissa had reconnected, albeit with a lot of strenuous silence and stilted conversations in the beginning. They would probably never be close sisters after all those years of being separated, but they were working on their bond and were able to talk to each other more easily now.
"Yeah, she does," Harry replied and his smile was soft. "She's been a great help so far."
Narcissa usually visited him three times a week; both to just give him some company to talk to and to help him with the nursery. She was just as bad as her son in insisting that Harry didn't tire himself out.
He couldn't be angry at her, though. He appreciated her company more than he ever thought he would; she would never be able to fill the hole his mother's absence had created, but aside from Molly, Narcissa was the closest to a mother figure he had in his life. Even more than Molly, as she was busy with her own sons and daughter, while Narcissa only had one son to spend attention on – two after her admission a couple of years ago that she considered Harry as her second son.
"And Lucius? How does he react to your pregnancy?" Andromeda asked curiously; a glint of apprehension lurking in her eyes.
Lucius was a subject they both tended to avoid whenever it was possible.
Harry gave her a feeble smile. "He's … accepting as much as he can be," he murmured, staring into his tea. "He likes the idea of becoming a grandfather, of seeing the Malfoy line continued, but I think he absolutely despises the fact that I am the one who makes it possible."
"Well, my dear brother-in-law has always been an idiot," Andromeda snorted and shook her head. "Thank Merlin my sister was involved in Draco's upbringing, so that he didn't end up like his father."
They both didn't mention that Draco had been on track to becoming just like his father.
"Uncle Harry, grandmother, look! Dagda has a print of a paw on his paw!" Teddy rushed into the kitchen, cradling the grey haired kitten in his arms. At least he knew how to handle the vulnerable kitten carefully.
"Look, here." Teddy presented the front paw of Dagda almost reverently, pointing at a black haired spot that looked remarkably well like a paw. Dagda let it happen; his big, green eyes staring at the adults solemnly.
"That's cute," Andromeda remarked with a smile and softly caressed the paw, receiving a tiny mewl in response.
"I thought you were working on your homework?" Harry commented amused and leant forwards to pet Dagda's head, which earnt him a heavy purr. "Oomph." He abruptly leant back in his chair and rubbed his stomach with a wince. The baby's kick had been a lot stronger than he expected; this one actually hurt somewhat.
His godson's attention was quickly diverted from the cat to Harry. "Is the baby kicking?" he asked with glimmering eyes.
Silently Harry nodded, quirking an eye in amusement when Teddy reached out with his hand and looked at him hesitatingly.
"Can I feel?" he asked; his big eyes already focused on Harry's belly.
"Sure," Harry murmured and he hadn't even finished agreeing, before Teddy pressed his hand against his stomach. His eyes – a cerulean blue this time – widened when the baby kicked harshly against his hand.
"My brother is strong," Teddy murmured amazed and carefully patted Harry's belly.
"You can say that," Harry snorted and took another sip of his tea. He raised an eyebrow. "Is your homework done?"
Teddy pouted and shook his head.
"Go on then," Harry chuckled and dejectedly Teddy shuffled back to the living room, cradling Dagda against his chest.
"Looks like he's really enthusiastic about becoming a big brother," Andromeda chuckled, placing her cup on the table.
"He talks to the baby as well before he goes to sleep," Harry murmured with a smile.
"That's adorable," she commented. "Now, do you need my help with preparing dinner?"
Harry nodded and stood up to retrieve the vegetables that needed to be chopped. He could do it on his own, but having someone to talk to during the preparation was always more fun.

If Draco kept his word, he would be home in fifteen minutes. Harry stepped back from the cooking pots and casted a charm on it that would keep the food warm without it getting burnt. The table was set, so he just wiped his hands off on a kitchen towel and went to check on Teddy.
"How is it going here?" he asked curiously, leaning with a hand against the door.
"Almost done, uncle," Teddy replied absentmindedly, writing something down with a heavy frown on his forehead.
Harry nodded. "Draco will be here in fifteen minutes, so make sure you wash your hands on time," he reminded his godson and returned to the kitchen.
A demanding mewl made him turn around again. "Ah, you need food?" he asked Dagda, who had followed him into the kitchen.
Dagda sat down on his little butt, curling his fuzzy tail next to him and showed his tiny, white teeth when he let out another sharp "Meow!"
Harry chuckled and shook his head, but made him way over to the cabinet where they kept the cat food, the plate for the cat and a fork to get the food on the plate. While he was dumping the content of the small can on the plate, spreading the food a bit over the plate, Dagda kept brushing against his legs, letting him know every five seconds that he was hungry.
"Yes, yes, here's your food," he muttered and bent down as much as he could to place the red plate on the floor.
Dagda attacked his food as if he hadn't eaten in days.
Coming up again with a huff – it was becoming harder to bend down with his growing belly – he grabbed the empty can, stuffed his wand in the back of his pocket – a habit he had grown into after years of working as an Auror – and went to throw the can into the garbage can, which had been put outside in the garden to avoid having the smell permeating the kitchen.
It was already becoming fairly dark; the heavy rain clouds certainly didn't help in keeping the darkness away. The garbage bag was rustling in the wind and the wind howled through the trees, causing some of the branches to sway.
Shivering in just his sweater and jeans, he quickly threw the empty can into the garbage can and turned around to go back into the kitchen.
The snapping of a branch made him stiffen and come to an abrupt halt. He breathed out shallowly through his mouth and pricked up his ears, waiting to see whether he would pick up another sound.
He almost completely relaxed again – he must be becoming paranoid from all his missions as an Auror; it wouldn't do to turn out like Moody – when the brief sound of crunching leaves reached his ears again and he froze. Heart beating madly in his chest, he slowly turned around, squinting through the darkness at the trees removed the furthest from his house.
Was someone there? Or was he just hearing an animal passing by?
Keeping his hand on his wand, ready to draw it out at the slightest hint of danger, he approached the treeline warily, keeping his senses open. When he was almost near the trees, he stopped and listened. He could hear the faint buzz sound of the magic that was keeping the new wards erected; he could hear the wind howling through the trees.
"Hello? Is someone there?" he called out hesitatingly.
He whirled to the right when another rustling sound, as if that of robes on leaves, disrupted the silence. That couldn't be an animal passing through.
"Lumos," he whispered and the tip of his wand glowed brightly, illuminating the large trees in front of him. Somewhere above him an owl hooted and flew away. He took a step closer to the trees and his eyes widened when the light of his wand fell on a dark blue robe. The robe shifted, proving that someone was wearing it and the wind wasn't simply playing with it. A robe meant it was either a wizard or a witch then.
"Hello? Can I help you?" he asked warily and lifted his wand higher. He squinted when he noticed some dark splatters on the robe. "Are you hurt?"
His house was built right at the edge of a small forest; had someone walked off the path and wandered to this side of the forest?
The person, whose face was turned away from him and hidden behind a large hood, muttered something too low for his ears to pick up and shuffled backwards, seemingly frightened.
"Hey, I'm not going to hurt you," he murmured soothingly and took another careful step closer. "You look hurt – why don't you come with me to my house, so that I can fix you up? Or I can call a Healer if that is what you prefer?"
The figure seemed to shake his – or her? It was hard to make out what gender they were in the dark and with the large robe covering their form – head and stumble backwards.
"Look, you're safe here. The wards will protect you," Harry reassured the person and slowly approached him, making certain not to make any sudden movements. From the skittish way the person moved, Harry assumed he or she had been attacked. It would certainly explain the blood on their clothes.
"We need to take care of that wound you have there," he told the person, jerking his chin to the blood splatters. "Otherwise it will get infected and that will make it only worse."
With the next couple of steps he took, he left the wards; the leaves crunched underneath his shoes when he reached out with his hand to coax the injured person to come closer while the buzz of the wards served as background noise.
Something glinted in the moonlight and Harry let out a startled shout when a knife was swept past him, catching his arm and dragging a deep cut into it, before he managed to stumble back. His attacker leapt forwards and his heart thudded painfully when he realised in a split second that the person was aiming for his stomach.
Instinct took over and he heard himself shout a curse that made the ground explode in front of him; several stones exploded, its sharp shards flying against his attacker, who let out a strangled moan of pain when the pieces caught the skin.
The only thought that went through his mind was: protect his baby.
With the attacker distracted by the shards of stones, he quickly turned around and stumbled back into the protection of the wards, gasping loudly at the searing pain in his arm, which flared up when he put his arm around his stomach.
He was barely behind the wards when the magic gave off a loud, sizzling sound and the wards glowed a menacingly green. His attacker had thrown their body into the wards in a feeble attempt to grab him and the magic reacted by burning their skin, searing layers off it.
The mysterious person let out one last scream of rage and frustration before they Apparated away.
Breathing harshly, his heart thumping like made, Harry stood in shock in his garden; his wand trembled in his grip and he looked down at his stomach, swallowing with difficulty.
He had nearly been stabbed in his stomach. He could have lost his baby.
Fear wrapped its ugly tendrils around him, squeezing tightly around his lungs.

Somehow he managed to stumble back into the kitchen without tripping or falling down, which couldn't exactly be attributed to his legs, which felt like they consisted out of jelly instead of muscles and bones. His mind reeled with what had happened just now and he was barely aware of the way his wounded arm was clutching around his stomach in which his baby was moving anxiously.
"Harry, where were you? You were taking an awful long time to … What the hell happened to you?" Draco asked harshly, once his eyes fell on the large gash in Harry's left arm. He was frozen in the process of removing his red Auror robes.
Harry leant against the door, fumbling with the lock, and he stared at the blond numbly. "I think … I think I was just attacked by the serial killer."
His legs gave out and he sunk down on the floor; shivers raking through his body.
He wasn't safe anymore.

AN2: Only two chapters after this one to go and the next chapter will contain the confrontation with the killer. Please let me know what you thought of this chapter in a review. Should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me so that I can fix them.
See you all in the next chapter!
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