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Long Strides to a Short Walk	By : EmeraldGrey Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5988 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-1
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9a
- 10-9b
- 11-9c
- 12-10
- 13-11
- 5
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Slash-fiction Long Strides to a Short Walk

D/H

PG-13 to NC-17

*PLEASE see Chapter 1 for all Disclaimers, Warnings, Pairings, Summaries, & Dedications*

Song is 'Broken' by: Seether

**~~**Chapter 6**~~**

" I wanted you to know that I love the way you laugh, I wanna hold you high and steal your pain, away"

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Even though they were both on the same Planet, and in the same Country, as well as in the same room and in the same metaphorical boat, Draco Malfoy felt far away from Harry Potter.

Chest tightening with his own suppressed grief, he cringed as once again the silence was shattered by the sobbing boy behind the white curtain.

Draco was very angry, but, it wasn't with Harry where his frustration lie.

' Well ok, he did treat me like a slut, and then shoved his hand straight through my chest pulling out my still beating heart only to throw it to the ground, grinding it under the heel of his boot but hey, I'm a Malfoy, and rumour had it, Malfoys didn't possess a heart. And, in all honesty, none of this was Potter's fault anymore than it was mine.'

No, oh nooooooo, his fury was all directed at Harry's so-called- friends, as well as his own friend Blaise Zabini; even though it hurt like hell to say it or think it, but yeah, Blaise had been just as much to blame.

True, he could cry about it, but what good would that do? It would just puff up his eyes and make his skin all red and blotchy.

"Dragon, it doesn't matter the depth of the grief, a Malfoy simply does NOT let their emotions rule them, especially in public."

No, he wouldn't cry.

And?

He wished to Merlin Harry would stop!

It was now two hours since they had been given the news, and when Draco tried to do the right thing and at least talk with Harry about this, this, situation they now found themselves in, well, the smaller boy had been less than cooperative.

In fact he had threatened Draco with a 'new storage place for his wand, if he didn't just

shut the bloody hell up, and sod the bloody hell off!"

If the truth be told? Draco liked the sassy Harry much better than the current head case.

He would much rather hear Harry's musical full bodied laughter, his breathless little sighs, his helpless giggles and purrs and moans, than the sniffling, mumbling, and heart-wrenching bawling the boy had been doing since Nurse Pomfrey had done that spell.

Yes, in a space of moments, just 4 little words, changed their lives forever.

"Ostendo dico Paternus parvulus"

The Nurse had clearly & firmly chanted as she had raised her wand just above Harry's tanned smooth flat abdomen.

With his paisley printed hospital gown rucked up to his chest, a white sheet barely covering the more interesting bits down below, he had stared at him wide eyed when recognising some of the words and the meaning of that spell, Draco had jumped up, jerking the curtain open, just in time to see in small black calligraphy, 'Draconis Lucius Malfoy.'

The room became quiet.

Until that silence was broken by her looking thoughtfully at Draco, a tiny frown appearing on her face as she said, "lift your gown Mr. Malfoy."

At Draco's instant refusal she had tisked, rolled her eyes and said, "If what I suspect is true and you are in the same predicament as Mr. Potter here," now pointing her wand at the silent Gryffindor, "You'd best get used to it.

Now I'm asking you nicely Mr. Malfoy,"

No sooner had the denial left his lips, in a flash, and an irritated wave of her wand, he was standing there starkers, a brilliant blush covering his whole body.

Carefully the incantation was repeated as she now stood in front of him, her wand hovering by his navel. " Ostendo dico Paternus parvulus."

Harry and the Nurse sucked their breath in, and even upside down he could not mistake the name that appeared in small black calligraphy on his own taunt belly, 'Harry James Potter.'

Draco's grey eyes widened and the large room echoed with his own surprised gasp, as he then did what any brave naked Malfoy would of done.

He fainted.

But, before he could take a header into the nightstand, she whipped her wand upwards

and cried, "Pluma Levo vesto cubo lectus.!"

Gently levitating her once again clothed young charge back to his bed.

When Harry started crying quietly, she'd already left the room, needing to explain her findings to the Headmaster post haste.

Draco awoke not long after, and he tried to get Harry to talk to him.

Their conversation quickly went from impossible to implorable, and Draco, remembering

his Father's wise words just stopped trying.

"If an agreement cannot be achieved, agree to disagree, then attack the problem from a different angle."

The distraught boy had been sobbing ever since.

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"I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well, I wanna hold you high and steal your

pain'

Draco looked down at the cream colored envelope on his blanket covered lap.

Colin Creevy had slipped it to him just before he had bravely admitted to Harry and to

Draco and the others in the room, just what his part in the Captains Bet Prank had been.

Both Harry and Draco had gone slack jawed.

Grudgingly Draco had admired the courage of the younger boy, as with large tears of deep remorse falling down his pale cheeks, Colin had described how he had broke the seal of the potion, pouring the entire contents into one of the fire-whiskey bottles, then picking it up, had given it a few swirls, sat it down, and left.

No sooner had the admission left his lips, Snape had lunged at the small boy, threatening him in many dire and painful ways.

Luckily for Colin, Severus had been SO angry at the mere thought of the younger mud-blood ruining his precious Godson's future he hadn't even drawn his wand.

Also luckily for Colin, Dumbledore had quickly cursed the furious Professor with a binding spell, just as his fingers touched the flesh of the young boys throat.

But you could of heard a pin drop as shaking, Colin Creevy had then turned to Harry, looking deep into his wide green eyes after having carefully searched his school robe pocket and withdrawing a tiny black velvet box, popped it open to reveal a slender gold band with a tiny heart shaped diamond sitting on top.

Getting down on one knee in the traditional proposal fashion, he then told the gob-smacked Gryffindor he would be honoured to be the Father of Harry's unborn child, and as he declared loudly his devotion and everlasting love, it was then DRACO who had to be held back from killing the boy as he bellowed, "The Malfoy Heir would NOT be raised by a mud-blood!"

He then had further threatened the quaking younger boy with a promise to, 'take that bloody thing and fashion it into a cock ring, knowing for a fact it would fit, according to the gossip a certain red-headed fifth year Gryffindor had spread.'

Harry, going from bright-red to shock-white had promptly passed out, his raven head making a *thunk* as it bumped against the metal headboard.

Blissfully unaware, Harry had missed the rest of the confessions.

Draco had sat there numb as first a stuttering Neville Longbottom admitted to stealing the potion from Snape�s personal storage area, causing a lot of cursing and more and more dire threats from an angry still bound Potions Professor.

Next, a blushing Ron Weasley told how he had asked Blaise to join him at the Three Broomsticks for butter beers to discuss their part in the traditional Captain's Prank.

And when he admitted to only agreeing to do the prank at Wood and Flint's insistence not to break tradition, Draco just mentally added those two tossers to his rapidly expanding list of payback.

The Weasel then went on to explain how it was to of been a 'Lost' potion Colin was to have added to their drink, not a 'Lust' potion.

At that admittance, the young Weasley boy blushed so furiously he had become redder than his hair.

Blaise had admitted that, "although it had been his idea originally, he never meant for things to get this out of control and that if he could get his hands on a time turner he'd gladly go back in time to right the wrong his foolishness had cost his best friend and of course, Harry Potter."

Draco had noticed the little glances the Weasel kept shooting to Blaise during his little heartfelt speech, and a perverse pleasure had thrilled him to no end as he'd arched a blonde brow at the blushing boy.

He had also not only heard the sincerity, but had felt the deep concern and remorse emanating off of his friend. 'his former friend' He'd quickly reminded himself.

Bloody Hell, Blaise had turned his stomach with his Gryffindorish blathering!

Even his Godfather had winced at some of the things the Slytherin turned Gryffindor had said.

But it was when Blaise had pulled a Creevy, that Draco had heard enough.

Because even though the boy had seemed sincere enough, Draco didn't love him that way. And after what he'd done, Draco really couldn't say he even liked him still. Because even though the planned 'Lost' potion wouldn't of had him changing 'nappies' in 8 months, the thought of him and Potter ingesting an 'amnesia' potion probably could of had just as serious results.

Which leads him to Granger. Ah yes, Hermione-I fucking-know-it-all-so-kiss-my-arse-Granger.

The muddy thorn in his side, the bloody pain in his arse since year bloody one, had taken great pleasure in informing not only him but the whole bloody room all about the joys of a Wizarding pregnancy. She'd even brought a reference book, 'The Joys of a Wizarding Pregnancy.'

She had researched it so thoroughly, Snape had even raised an ebony brow at several of her dissertations.

And it wasn't until Draco pulled his wand on her, did she finally snap her jaw shut.

The whole room had let out a collected sigh of relief as she'd Harrumphed, muttering darkly under her breath about, "uppity snooty Slytherins and their know it all attitudes and some damn gratitude would of been nice but noooooooo, no one appreciated her or her hard work."

Sticking her nose high in the air, she'd stormed out of the Infirmary in a huff.

Dumbledore had thanked Creevy, and Weasely and Zabini for their honesty, and for being such brave little Gryffindors and doing the right thing.

Draco had noticed his Godfather�s usually sallow complexion take on a rather icky shade of puce, and he too felt like hurling.

Finally, the gits were gone, and after Dumbledore had un-bound him, the now-subdued Potions Professor had swept over to his Godson, whispering in his shell-pink ear that

he would owl his Father immediately, and not to worry, and to get some rest, think of the baby.

And, in a swirl of black robes he left.

Dumbledore had just stood there twinkling.

Pointedly ignoring the batty old coot, Draco had picked up a book. He groaned as he realised just what he'd selected to read.

Obviously in her haste to leave, the mud-blood had left her bloody I know fucking all book. Shrugging, Draco picked up the large volume, and began to read, 'Chapter One: So you're going to have a Magical Baby!'

'Bloody Hell!' Draco grimaced, as he placed the book back on the nightstand, only this time, it was closer to Harry's side.

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'I'm bored, bored, bored" Draco muttered. Sighing noisily, he picked up the envelope from Creevy. Pulling out first the folded sheet of paper, he read;

'Malfoy,

even though I know how Harry feels about you, for years now YOU are all he's bloody ever talked about, non stop! But? I don't care. I watched you that night at the LC and I must admit, he did look happy, as did you. (I had no idea you even knew how to smile!)

Sorry, had to say it, anyway, I wanted you to have this copy of the photograph I took.

It broke my heart to see him so happy with you, and, after Hermione told Neville and me

all about what you or Harry would have to endure, well, I just felt so guilty, and so I decided, well I decided to ask Harry to marry me.

While it's no secret in our world or the Muggle one that I am and have been in love with Harry Potter since I first laid eyes in him, even I can see, he's had eyes only for you.

Draco, *If I may be so bold as to call you that, after all it IS your name* I, as well as the whole bloody school, know your reputation. Now, I'm not judging you, but? In all honesty, we both know you are too much a Play-Wizard to ever be truly content with just one person.

Harry and Harry's child deserve better, and while I may not be as wealthy as you, I have something to offer Harry that you do not. I can give him my devotion, my love, my loyalty. Can you honestly say the same?

I alone am responsible for what's been done, let me do the right thing by at least trying to do the right thing. No matter his answer, I won't rest until I have won his heart!

Well, there, I've said how I feel, and now you know where I stand. You have the memory, and now, you have a photograph, but, Draco, please, let me have Harry.

Colin Creevy

P.S. I'll duel you if I have to

Draco growled crumpling up the offensive letter. 'cheeky lil' git!'

Harry may not want him, or anything to do with him, but he'd be damned if that bug-eyed, big-eared, still-wet-behind-said-ears, Gryffindor-tosser, was going to have bleedin' fuck-all to do with HIS child!

His hands shook with barely suppressed anger as he pulled the photograph out and looked at it. Then, he slowly smiled, feeling a calm come over him as he watched Harry and himself giggle madly, slurring their words, and throwing back several shots of the dammed fire-whiskey.

And when picture-Harry, smiling sweetly nuzzled up to picture-Draco for an Eskimo kiss, he felt a familiar stirring down below. As he reached under the coverlet to adjust himself, he couldn't help but notice that on the other side of the curtain, it had grown silent.

Harry had finally stopped crying.

Biting his lip, Draco couldn't decide if that was a good thing, or (knowing the headstrong Gryffindor�s temperament,) a bad thing.

Wishing with all his heart that he could fling back that damned cloth barrier take Harry into his arms and just hold him, taking all of his pain inside himself, Draco lay down curling his arms protectively around his stomach.

If he couldn't hold Harry, he'd hold his unborn child.

After finding out all of the dangers and many pitfalls, as well as the good of a Wizard pregnancy, Draco couldn't say with all certainty that he was happy, but, he was a Malfoy, and a Malfoy didn't run away from responsibility.

Draco sighed, closing his eyes, blinking back his own forbidden tears, and forced himself to sleep.

'Cause I'm broken when I'm open And I don't feel like I am strong enough'

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome And I don't feel light when you've gone away'

'You don't feel me here, anymore'

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'The worst is over now, and we can breathe again, I wanna hold you high you steal my pain, away'

The early morning sun pouring through the window of his bedroom was not what awoke him. No, the persistent *tap-tap-tapping of a delivery owl AT said window was what had him now awake, tripping across the hardwood floor, one hand down his jocks scratching his goolies, the other rubbing his face, being forced to shield his sensitive eyes from the cheerful sun.

Not being a morning person, cussing heatedly at the intrusion on his much needed sleep, his tune soon changed as he recognised the Black crest of the collar this eagle owl wore, and the fact that it was HIS eagle owl.

The tawny bird squawking loudly, large wings beating madly as it's sharp talons dug desperately into the wooden window ledge when in his haste to open the window, he had pushed it outward instead of upward, smacking her with it.

After rescuing his beloved pet Constant, and offering her, her favourite owl treats and some water, she then hopped onto her oak perch and reluctantly, lifted her little leg for him to retrieve the note tied there with a silver cord. He could of wept for joy as he read;

' My Darling Re,

I have the BEST news! I shall tell you more when I see you later this day. I shall port-key to you, expect me around five.

After you left, the others awoke when the charm had worn off. LeStrange and the other tossers, AKA our roomies, threatened to 'hex me to Hades and back' if I ever did that again. His fat arse was complaining he had missed 'brekkie'. Oh boo bloody who!

HONESTLY Re, I'm sure you will agree, he as well as the other 'lardo�s' in our Dorm could stand to miss a few meals! Haha. I don't care that he is more than a friend, he was being a right bastard to me, and I had to bite my lip, & count to 100, to bloody calm down, or I swear my Pet, I was gonna transfigure him into a bloody vase, and throw the tosser off the tower!

But then? I got an owl from Mummy, *stop that, I can hear you laughing, brat* telling me that plans had changed and drastically so, but in a good way, and then I was told to port-key straight to you, and the rest would be shown to us both.

So, see my Angel, I am in the dark as much as you, and you know how I hate to be left out of the loop, and YES I am pouting.

I can't wait to hold you.

with all my love, all my heart and all my soul,

Ti

Bringing the peach colored parchment to his nose, Re inhaled, his senses filling with the smell of the cologne his lover had scented the letter with. If what Ti had written to him was truly true, this changed everything.

Feeling like he had just won a Muggle lottery, after kissing the top of Constant's feathery little head, he skipped off to bathe, his mind already planning just how welcome he'd make his lover feel, come five this afternoon.

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'There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight, I wanna hold you high and steal your pain'

'Cause I'm broken when I'm open And I don't feel like I am strong enough,

'Cause I'm broken, when I'm lonesome And I don't feel right when your gone away'

Lucius Malfoy was in shock.

An Owl from Hogwarts had delivered Severus's letter hours ago. Hours ago he had just finished a wonderful bath. Hours ago, Narcissa had just given him wonderful news; she was going to be leaving soon for her annual trip back home, and he and Draco would have to make do without her.

Hours ago, they had enjoyed a wonderful breakfast.

He had just finished pouring his second cup of morning tea when a *tap-tap-taping* had drawn his attention from his task. Summoning a house elf, it had retrieved the letter, presenting it to him, then running off back to the kitchens.

Recognizing his best friends seal crest, he opened it, and then taking a long sip of his tea, had quickly scanned it. It read;

"My dearest Luc,

it pains my heart deeply to have to be the one to tell you this but, please be strong, for your son, for 'our' little Dragon.

Ah yes, it does seem like yesterday, we were arguing over his clothes, his first broom,

his first word, you said it was Da, I said it was Sa. Actually? It was both.

I feel we have done a great job in raising him. And, while I'll always think of 'your wife' as that bitch on heels, Narci has played her part well. No One would ever know the truth.

Even after all these years I still pinch myself that he's here! Yes, between the two of us, and grudgingly I concede, three of us, Dragon has been one of our greatest achievements. he is bright, successful, beautiful, adoringly charming, he could have anyone he wanted, male or female he's that popular.

You and I both know, bragging on our child is one of my favourite pass times. But, what I must tell you is far more important. Brace yourself, but, well there is just no way to say this with out shock, so here goes.

Luc? Draco is Preggers.

Due to some rather unbelievable circumstances, Draco is pregnant.

Um, there's more. And I'd rather live like Wormmie than to have to tell you this. Ah, it's James's son, Harry, who is the Father. Draco needs you Luv, I need to see you to explain it all. Dumbledore won't let me leave, he's worried about Potter as well.

You see, our little Dragon knocked up the BOY-WHO-LIVED.

I await your arrival,

Yours,

Sev

Narcissa, sitting across from him had jumped up, loudly demanding an explanation.

Why? Because she was now wearing that 'long sip' when he'd spewed it all over her robes! He was happy, and sad at the same time. This changed everything!

Picking up his letter, he went to his study, lit his fireplace with his wand, and sat there, staring into the dancing flames as his mind sifted through bittersweet memories. Memories of a laughing messy black haired blue-eyed boy.

Pouring himself a generous amount of brandy, he hoisted up his glass saying, "Congrats James, where ever you are my love, Cheers! We're going to be Grandparents!

After draining the glass dry, he poured himself another, and another, until he'd drained the bottle dry. The room echoed with his broken sobs, as he crumbled, knees hitting the floor, crying out for a love long lost, drowning in memories best forgotten.

Narcissa found him, and summoned a house elf to levitate him upstairs to his rooms. A small tear slipped down her cheek as she wept for the stranger that was her Husband.

She longed to comfort him, but she'd learned long ago, she didn't have the right equipment.

With a heavy sigh, she climbed the stairs to her own rooms, alone.

'Cause I'm broken when I'm open and I don't feel like I'm strong enough'

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome and I don't feel light when your gone away,

'You've gone away, you don't feel me here anymore'
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