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You Can Run but not Hide	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3292 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: Sorry for the delay in posting; I had to finish it today *coughs* This chapter here is where it starts to become dark, so HEED THE WARNINGS.
Thanks to the following reviewers: Hestia; ANON
Warnings: form of manipulation; mention of miscarriage and dead baby in the form of nightmares (not explicit, but I thought it was better to warn about it); MPreg; slightly Dark Draco; I think those are the most important warnings for now
I hope you'll like it!
Part 5
A letter with the insignia of Saint Mungos was waiting on the kitchen table when Harry walked into the room after finishing up the boring reports. He draped his Auror robes over the back of a chair and snatched the letter off the table, opening it curiously.
"At least I got some good news," he muttered when he had finished reading the letter. A soft 'thump' upstairs made him look up and the letter still clutched in his hand, he made his way up the staircase, passing a few paintings of a lake and a forest.
"Draco?" he called out and knocked on the closed door.
"Yes?"
Harry swung the door open at the reply. Draco was seated behind his desk, two thick tomes open on each side of him and he was jotting something down on the parchment. There was a picture of a vial containing a yellow greenish liquid in one of the tomes, but Harry had never been good at Potions and couldn't even guess what the potion was called.
"Who is the letter from?" Draco asked, lowering his quill as he looked up and stopped writing.
"Ah, Saint Mungos. Well, more specifically Healer Daler," Harry replied, waving the letter as he stepped closer. "She agreed to a consultation. We can see her next Thursday."
"That's good," Draco hummed, leaning back into his chair and stretched his arms with a soft groan. "Let's hope she isn't as prejudiced as the last one."
"Yeah," Harry sighed and his stomach twisted when Hales' dead body flashed through his mind again. The image hadn't left him alone all day and it had made concentrating on his reports quite difficult.
The only small mercy had been that the sensation of being looked at hadn't lasted long and nobody had followed him to or out the Ministry, but unease had lingered throughout the rest of the day and he was more than glad to be home again.
"Did something happen?" Draco furrowed his eyebrows, concern flitting across his face. "You don't look so well."
"Thanks." Harry gave a self-depreciating chuckle and then pursed his lips together, folding and unfolding the letter as he contemplated whether or not to mention the case of this morning.
Draco pushed back his chair and surprised Harry by tugging him closer at his wrist, forcing him to step closer and sit down on the blond's lap or risk tripping over his own feet. "You want to tell me what's on your mind?" he asked softly, slipping his arms around Harry's waist.
The dark haired man hesitated for a moment longer, before he sighed. "Someone alerted the Aurors about a dead body they found in a house and Ron and I got called out to check up on it."
"I thought you weren't going to do fieldwork anymore until the baby is born?" Draco frowned; disapproval layered through his tone.
"Checking whether or not it was murder isn't really fieldwork," Harry defended himself. "Anyway, it turned out that it wasn't murder but the victim died when he fell off the stairs."
Grey eyes narrowed slightly. "While it is unfortunate for that man's family, why are you so troubled by that? It's not like this was the first time you saw a dead body."
Ignoring the blond's rather crude tone, Harry tapped his fingers erratically on the desk, shifting a bit on Draco's lap. "Because the dead man turned out to be Hales, okay?" he admitted and bit his lip. "I just – it was weird to see him lying there on the floor when I had talked to him not even three weeks ago." The chuckle that escaped him was slightly shrill and he grimaced. "Usually the dead bodies I see during my job are the results of curses or creatures' attacks or even potions. Not – not simply because someone was too drunk and fell down the stairs. And to have it be someone I spoke to just a few weeks ago … I don't know; I guess I'm just … It was just weird, you know?"
Draco was quiet for a while and Harry found himself focusing on the almost hypnotizing sensation that was Draco's hand trailing up and down over his back. Up, fingertips dancing slowly over his spine; down, a hand dragging over his back, the heat searing through his sweater.
"You're not going to like this," Draco started, sounding almost contemplatively, "but I don't feel sorry for him. At all. He had it coming if you ask me," he snorted and his hands grabbed Harry's hips when the man tried to get off his lap.
"Draco, the man is dead." Harry frowned. "Even if he was quite prejudiced, that doesn't mean he deserved to - "
Draco snarled and the unexpected sound made Harry shut up immediately, instead gaping at the blond. "That man," Draco hissed, bringing his face closer as his hands tightened around Harry's hips, "thought that our baby deserved to die because of what he or she is. I'm not sorry at all to hear that that son of a bitch is dead. Don't expect me to feel sorry for him, because I won't. He doesn't deserve your pity or your sympathy either, Harry."
Harry let out his breath slowly and studied Draco's face; the stubborn and unforgiving glint in those grey eyes. It was easy to forget at times that Draco could be quite ruthless. Well, maybe not forget but after having been treated to the softer side of the blond, Harry caught himself being surprised whenever Draco showed his ruthless side nowadays. That same mouth that whispered praise and love and endearments and could kiss him both tenderly and passionately could easily tear someone down viciously if the blond felt inclined to do so.
Draco was also not a very forgiving man and Harry knew all too well how protective the other wizard could be of his loved ones. It was not difficult to imagine that the blond would still be pissed off at Hales' remark about their baby. If Harry was honest, so was he still.
"I'm sorry," he muttered and slipped his hands around Draco's neck, toying with the tufts of soft, blond hair at his nape. "It's not – I'm not forgiving him for what he said about our baby and it's not like I'm really going to miss him, but it was just unsettling, you know?"
"You're far too good," Draco muttered and only he could manage to make that sound like an insult.
Harry grinned wryly. "I'm pretty sure opinions vary about that."
Draco snorted; one of his hands sliding up Harry's back to tug gently at dark hair. "No, I'm pretty sure everyone will agree with me on that," he retorted dryly and stole a quick kiss. When he pulled back, his eyes were glowing faintly with mischief and a layer of lust. "How about I take your mind off of things, hm?"
His lips were already practically devouring Harry's, hands slipping underneath his sweater, touching sensitive skin, before Harry could reply and the younger man gave in with a soft sigh, tangling his fingers in fine, blond hair.
A distraction from this unsettling day sounded perfect.
Hales' death was ruled as an accident and the file was closed nearly as quickly as it had opened; the funeral held a week after they had found his body.
The start of April not only announced Harry entering his fourth month of his pregnancy, but also the ninth birthday of his godson, which they spent at Malfoy Manor.
Honestly Harry had been shocked when Mrs. Malfoy had suggested that they held the party at the manor; she and her sister were still walking on relatively thin ice and their conversations – the few they had had so far – were stilted and awkward as they tried to figure out subjects that were safe to discuss.
But Mrs. Malfoy had offered and Andromeda had accepted and so Harry found himself on the tenth of April in the large, impressive garden; nursing a drink that smelt faintly like roses, but tasted like peaches. He wasn't entirely certain why the scent and the taste were completely different, but it was delicious and it was one of the few drinks that the protective Veela hadn't snatched out of his hand.
"Teddy seems to be enjoying himself," Hermione remarked amused as she sidled up next to him; a champagne flute with a dark red liquid held in her right hand.
"He has cake, candy and presents," Harry retorted dryly. "Of course he's enjoying himself."
She laughed, pushing back a stubborn lock behind her ear. Her light brown eyes darted to his stomach quickly. "You doing okay?"
"Yeah, can't complain," he smiled and took a sip from his drink. "The morning sickness seems to be gone completely now, so I'm really happy with that."
"I can imagine that," she chuckled. "I was quite happy when I stopped feeling like I was going to puke every time I moved. You're going to have your next appointments with the same Healer?"
"Yes, the first appointment went well, so we're going to have the rest with her as well," he replied, smiling when Teddy looked at him and showed off his new book about fairy tales that he had received from Mrs. Malfoy.
"Well, I'm glad you found a Healer you're comfortable with," she told him sincerely.
"Harry."
Harry craned his neck and his smile grew when he noticed Draco rapidly approaching him. Hermione let out a strange huff.
"I'm going to see whether there's still some cake left," she murmured and walked away before Harry could say something.
"One day you and my friends will manage to talk civilly," Harry sighed, but leant back; a hard chest securely against his back as hands casually rested on his hips.
"That's hoping for a miracle, Harry," Draco drawled and rested his chin on Harry's shoulder. "The party is going well, hm?"
"Yeah, Teddy is having a lot of fun," Harry chuckled, watching how his godson's face lit up with delight when he opened his godfather's present and encountered the brightly glittering Snitch. The Snitch came with some restrictions; it wouldn't fly as high as a regular one and wouldn't fly too fast, but it would give the nine year old a challenge.
"Thank you, Uncle Harry!" Teddy yelled excitedly and dashed over to give the older man a tight hug.
"Careful, Teddy," Draco reprimanded the young boy and Teddy immediately loosened his embrace, a flush of guilt colouring his cheeks.
"Sorry, uncle," he apologised, taking a step back, clasping his hands behind his back.
"It's fine, Teddy," Harry reassured him and quickly ruffled his hair. He grinned and winked. "Now you can practice Quidditch better."
Teddy grinned, eyes switching from brown to a dark forest green, glittering brightly before he ran back to the table, eager to open the rest of his presents.
"I'm not breakable, you know," Harry remarked lightly, squeezing Draco's wrists quickly.
"Doesn't matter," Draco murmured and nuzzled a spot behind Harry's right ear. His thumbs started rubbing circles over Harry's hipbones through his trousers. "I heard something interesting when I was at the Ministry yesterday."
"Oh? What?" Harry asked confused, trying to recall whether anything interesting had taken place. He had been at his desk the entire day, reviewing some old cases. As far as he knew, nothing really out of the … Ah shit.
Right at the moment Harry realised what Draco was referring to, the blond replied, "Apparently a convict managed to escape his two guards and make it up three floors before he was Stunned. He was caught on the floor beneath yours. You wouldn't happen to know anything about it?" His tone was calm, but odd, as if he was restraining himself.
"I heard about it from Ron in the afternoon," Harry admitted and clucked his tongue. "Honestly I had practically forgotten about it. It has happened before and before you say anything, one, I can protect myself just fine and two, he wouldn't even have been able to pass the wards surrounding our office," he said, already anticipating Draco's argument.
"I know you can protect yourself, Harry," Draco sighed and one of his hands drifted idly up, settling on his stomach, where the barest hint of a belly was visible through Harry's sweater. "But I don't like how close that convict came to you. What if you had been on the floor when he escaped? There are no wards there that could have protected you."
"But he wasn't," Harry muttered and pursed his lips. "And even if I was, again, I would have been able to defend myself. I was the best in Defence, remember?"
"I don't like you being near danger," Draco insisted and lips brushed quickly across a sensitive spot in Harry's neck. "You're not undefeatable, Harry. One wrong move and - "
"I know I'm not undefeatable," Harry said sharply. "But I'm not going to lock myself up in a bubble either."
"I don't expect you to either," Draco said soothingly and pulled the pregnant man closer to him. "I just want you and our baby to be safe. The Ministry – it's not a safe place."
"What do you expect me to do, Draco?" Harry sighed, shaking his head warily.
The soft crooning – a sound Harry was slowly becoming used to as Draco didn't hide away his Veela side anymore – made Draco's chest vibrate and Harry shivered lightly as the high thrilling sound reached his ears.
"It would be better – and I would feel better – if you stayed home for the remainder of your pregnancy," Draco murmured and the crooning became softer until it was a faint buzz in Harry's ears. "I don't want you to get hurt and working at the Ministry … It's not safe. Especially not now that you're in your second trimester. You know what the Healer said: your magic will start acting up more and more. Do you really want to risk it?"
Harry opened his mouth, but closed it again when he realised he didn't know what to say. He knew his magic could start acting up now, but it wasn't as if much harm could befall him if he stayed behind a desk, right? The convict's escape had been a fluke and the man hadn't even reached Harry's floor.
But he didn't want his baby to get hurt either. Still, would it really be better if he took off time from work? Surely, looking through reports wouldn't be too strenuous and his baby would remain safe.
"Just think about it, okay?" Draco said, a forced light tone in his voice. "I don't want to lock you up, Harry. I just want you and our baby to be safe."
Harry's grip around his glass tightened slightly and he nodded; heaviness settling in his stomach.
"Let's go back to Teddy, hm?" Draco suggested and slender fingers gripped Harry's chin, turning his head around so they could share a proper kiss.
Harry forced himself to smile. "Yes, let's."
"Are you sure, Harry?" Kingsley frowned, leaning back into his chair with a slightly perplexed look in his eyes.
Harry couldn't really blame him for his confusion. "Yes, I'm sure," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I think – it's better this way. If anyone sees my magic acting up, questions will be asked and I'd rather avoid that."
Kingsley raised an eyebrow. "It will be difficult to keep everyone in the dark once you have the baby."
"I'm aware of that," Harry snorted; his right hand absentmindedly covering his stomach. "But if I can keep my pregnancy off the radar for now, that would be brilliant. I'd rather not deal with the press now." He paused and added wryly, "And you know how fast gossip can spread in the department."
The older man grimaced and inclined his head in agreement. "Unfortunately I have to agree with you," he sighed. "All right, if you're certain, I'll send the paperwork through."
"Thanks, Kingsley," Harry smiled gratefully and they shook hands before Harry left the office.
Officially the paperwork would state that his magic had been dangerously depleted due to a secret mission and he needed at least six months to recover fully. Harry didn't like abusing his fame, but in this case it would come in handy. The higher-ups were too afraid of losing the public's favour to look into the real reason why Harry was taking off six months. They were well aware that Harry would only need to talk to the press once for them to lose all favour and receive a shitload of difficult questions should they insist he kept working.
He offered a distracted smile at a witch who was busy jotting down notes in her notebook and leant against one of the elevator's walls; rubbing over his tired eyes.
Several nights during the past few weeks he had been plagued by nightmares and they were slowly taking their toll on him. He was used to nightmares – he had had more than his fair share when he was younger – but while he had been able to shake them off relatively quickly in the past, these nightmares lingered, had his chest seizing in panic whenever he thought about them.
They weren't very clear; each scene rather hazy. Each one was different, each one didn't last long, but every single one of them had one thing in common: his baby died. Sometimes it happened when he was still carrying the baby and then the cause was a stray hex or a curse. Another nightmare showed him tripping and falling down the stairs, resulting in a miscarriage. Another one had him cursed and when the time was there for his baby to be born, the baby wasn't breathing anymore.
That the nightmares unsettled him was more than an understatement. Each one had him gasping for air, throat dry, chest heaving with panic as he forced himself to calm down and reach out to the small thread that connected his magic to that of his baby, to assure himself that everything was fine with his child.
Ever since that particular conversation in the Malfoy gardens, the fear that he could lose his baby had been steadily growing; first a lingering presence in the back of his mind, now it occupied his mind for the majority of his days.
It wasn't healthy, he knew. There was also no real reason for him to worry so much; the latest check-up had revealed nothing wrong with the baby. In fact his pregnancy was progressing as it should. And yet that nagging fear wouldn't leave him alone.
Until he had finally snapped last night and told Draco he would be taking time off for the remainder of the pregnancy. He wanted to keep working until he couldn't anymore, but if a break from work would mean that the panic and worry would finally subside … Well, he was willing to make that sacrifice if his baby would remain safe.
Anything to keep the nightmares away and his baby safe.
Ron had been dumbfounded by his decision, but had agreed that it was better for Harry and after that Harry just had to inform his boss about his decision.
Throwing one last look at the Atrium – just for six months, he reminded himself, it wasn't like he wouldn't see it for the rest of his life anymore – he took a pinch of Floo powder and let the green flames whisk him away to his home, where Draco was already waiting for him with a small, but warm smile and a tender kiss; hands with the faint shimmer of claws cupping his belly reverently.
He was home. Safe and protected. Nothing could harm him or his baby, especially not with Draco at his side.
"I love you," Draco practically purred, arms closing around Harry, pressing him tightly to the Veela's body.
Green eyes closed and Harry rested his forehead against the blond's shoulder; tension bleeding out of him at the comforting touch. "I love you too."
"It's supposed to be spring," Harry grumbled to himself, closing the window in the living room with a quick flick of his wand. "Hell, it's nearly summer."
As if that was its cue, lightning cleaved through the dark clouds and thunder rolled after it, not that far away anymore. The branches of the trees in the garden swayed back and forth, the strong wind treating them like toys.
Harry sighed, slipping his wand back into his pocket. It was the end of May and while this week had started with nice weather, a storm had rolled over the country this morning and was now wreaking havoc on the town where their house was located.
"Your papa is going to be in a bad mood once he's home again," he hummed, stroking his belly. Being five months pregnant, his stomach had become rounded enough for everyone to realise that he was carrying a child and didn't merely eat too much. Not that anyone outside their closest friends and immediate family knew about the baby; Harry's only visits out of the house were restricted to Ron's and Hermione's place, Andromeda's house and Malfoy Manor where Mrs. Malfoy delighted in helping him plan the nursery. Harry thought he would feel trapped, only seeing four different places at most now, but he felt more at ease in his own house now than he did anywhere else.
Draco had smirked and teased him that it was probably his urge to nest that had him refusing to really go outside. He had paid for that remark with a mild Stinging Hex.
"We both know he really dislikes getting his hair wet, right?" Harry grinned when he felt a small nudge against his thumb. A week ago Healer Daler had informed him and Draco that he was expecting a boy and to say that the both of them had been ecstatic about that news had been an understatement.
They had barely got out of their bed for the entire weekend. Harry was still sporting some vague bruises where lips had sucked too harshly and fingerprints on his hips where hands had gripped too tightly. Not that he had any complaints; he had been an enthusiastic participant and Draco carried his fair share of love bites.
A harsh 'THUMP' upstairs startled him and he looked up, furrowing his eyebrows. It couldn't be anyone sneaking in – the wards would have been blaring the second they sensed an intruder. They were even more sensitive than the ones placed around Malfoy Manor and that was saying something.
One hand gripping his wand and the other one flat on top of his stomach, Harry walked upstairs; the faint creaking of the steps drowned out by the sound of the thunder clapping above the house. He pricked up his ears, trying to locate where the sound was coming from. By now the noise had a steady rhythm; every ten seconds the thumping noise filled the house.
The first floor was clear, but as he ascended the staircase the noise became louder and he realised that the noise was coming from the end of the corridor: Draco's private room.
The blond wizard must have left his window open when he left two hours ago for a meeting.
Harry hesitated in front of the closed door, recalling Draco's warning that he shouldn't enter the room if the blond wasn't there. Then the window clattered again and he huffed, swinging open the door. There was only so much of that noise he could tolerate; Draco would just have to deal with it.
The noise did indeed turn out to be the window closing and flying open again whenever the wind slammed into it; it was a wonder the glass hadn't shattered yet. Rolling his eyes, he pointed his wand at the window and made sure it was shut tightly. The sound of the storm was now muted; a dull, faint roar.
Satisfied that the irritating noise had stopped, Harry turned around, intending to go back downstairs where his book was waiting for him. Before he could take more than a few steps, his eyes fell on a book which was lying cover up on the floor. It must have fallen off the desk when the strong wind entered through the window.
Shaking his head, Harry bent down and picked up the book, a bit surprised at the unexpected heavy weight. He closed the book and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at the title of the book: 'Hidden Pathways of Legilimency'.
"Huh," Harry mumbled, a bit intrigued. He opened the book again and looked curiously through the index. After the failed attempts that had been Snape teaching him Occlumency, Harry hadn't thought much about Occlumency or Legilimency; he hadn't known Draco had an interest in it.
One particular chapter title had him cocking his head: 'Suggestions and Their Power'. Feeling a bit disturbed for reasons he couldn't immediately identify, he hastily put down the book on the desk, eyeing it warily. He knew Draco wasn't completely innocent; his moral compass was rather shrewd, but surely he wasn't messing around with Legilimency.
Of course not, Harry reassured himself. Draco might not be completely good, but he wasn't evil either. He also knew that the Ministry was still keeping an eye on him; no way would he be so stupid as to use Legilimency on someone.
He's just interested, that's all. Just pure academically interest like Hermione has her interests, Harry thought, but he resolved to ask Draco about the book as soon as he came home this afternoon.
Lightning cut through the darkened room and a faint glint at his right had Harry turning around in surprise. The source of the glinting came from one of the lower shelves and the dark haired wizard realised that it was a ward shimmering whenever lightning struck, nearly completely hidden behind a thick tome. There were only a few wards that nature's elements like fire and lightning could detect and it caused Harry to become quite wary as he walked over to the bookcase.
What was Draco hiding behind a ward that was meant to conceal and suppress any magical residue? Why did he feel the need to hide something in the first place? And why had he kept it a secret from Harry?
"Dispello," Harry said clearly and waved his wand in the complicated pattern that would get rid of the Concealment Ward.
The ward trembled, shivered as if it was cold and then melted away, revealing …
A key the Aurors used to gain entrance to the corridor of the holding cells. A key that was infused with a bit of all too familiar magic.
Harry's key.
AN2: Next chapter will be the last one - and this time I mean it.
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
I hope to see you all in the last chapter!
Cuddles
Melissa
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