• 1-Love By Accident
• 2-Chapter 2
• 3-Chapter 3
• 4-Chapter 4
• 5-Chapter 5
• 6-Chapter 6
• 7-Chapter 7
• 8-Chapter 8

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1. Oh, and I don't own the quote from Romeo and Juliet.

A/N: Sorry about how long this chapter took. I've been paying more atten ton to As A Bat lately.

I talk about how Harry and Draco are going to use the gunpowder in this chapter. I don't actually know if what I've described would be effective, so just remember that this is fiction. Reality doesn't matter! Also I get a little maudlin and start quoting Shakespeare, though Harry changed the names on me.

Sure, blame the pregnant kid.

Hush, you!

She's always telling me to hush. She must know I'm right.

No. Only enough to be annoying.

Which means always.

:b Enjoy, everyone!

Pansy decided that it would be in her best interests to find out what Draco had been doing in the greenhouse with Potter. Hopefully there would be some kind of evidence that she could condemn them with, but didn't have a clue what she was looking for. All she knew was that Harry had stopped wearing his glamour, but he still didn't do anything but book work in DADA. Something was up, and if she knew it, then she would have some leverage.

Pansy had always fancied Draco, but he continuously brushed her off. These days, of course, no one was talking to him because of his attitude toward Harry Potter, but that didn't mean she didn't still want in his pants. She could forgive him being nice to Potter, since he had saved her life that day as well. However, she intended to be married to Draco once they had graduated, and she needed to begin the process of drawing him into her web. She had no doubt that she would be able to do so if she could find some juicy tidbit that she could blackmail him with, but she had to have something to start with.

So this was why she was sneaking off during Herbology, doing a little snooping around the greenhouses. She could always claim a little honest curiosity about her surroundings. Sprout was stupid enough to believe it.

What Pansy found had her smiling. This meant that Potter wasn't over whatever he'd been afflicted with. And Malfoy was in it up to his neck. The prat had completely changed sides. And that was just fine with Pansy. It would give her the edge, knowing something like that. She wouldn't run straight to his mother with this one. No. This lure needed a bit of play in the line to be most effective. She'd cast it when it would be more effective.

They waited nearly a week before they snuck off into the Dark Forest to learn the weapons they had been given. The Colts were in a cross draw shoulder holster and had been spelled so that they didn't cause a bulge in his robes. The holster sat neatly over the top of his school uniform. Draco was practicing with the rifle, hitting targets they'd marked at half a mile away. They were both taking to the weapons quickly, but Harry proved to be a crack shot. Within days, he was making perfect scores with both the pistols and the rifle. Draco wasn't far behind him, but he never made a perfect score. It was Harry's Seeker's eyes coming in to play.

Harry was still ambivalent about using the guns on a person, even if that person was Voldemort, but he knew that he would do it when it got to the point where he had no other choice. Harry and Draco were already coming up with a battle plan, but it was all contingent on being able to draw Voldemort and his army to the place they wanted them, and even if he couldn't discover the presence of their non-magical bombs, he might still smell a trap. They would have to be very careful.

The bombs were fairly simple, but they were designed to be very nasty. Draco had made a short trip to a Muggle grocery store in London that had a small coffee shop and made a deal to buy all their used coffee tins. He'd also bought a few barrels of nails. All of it was currently being hidden in the Potions lab, transfigured into new tables. The bombs would consist of a small coffee tin full of black powder settled in a large one that was full of nails. The things were meant to frag a lot of people, but because they used such a simple explosive, they didn't have a lot of range, so there would have to be a lot of them. They would be sealed with earth and a tiny ignition charm placed on each one. It should be enough to cause the explosion of the powder, but small enough that the magical signature would be lost in the magical ambiance of the Hogwarts grounds.

Draco knew that Snape was supporting them. He had noticed the amounts of saltpeter, sulfur and charcoal they were using, and he would easily figure out what they were making, but the supply cabinet was always full. They would go out onto the grounds every night and plant the charges, making sure to replace the sod over the top so that the area appeared natural. They always used the invisibility cloak, and they never told anyone what they were doing. There was too much chance that someone would overhear them. Hermione had asked Harry about it once, but he had told her it was for defense and that the walls might have ears. She never said another word, and neither did the others.

Harry's pregnancy was progressing normally, or as normally as it could be. James was getting bigger every day, and both parents very favorite thing to do was watch their son with the Revella Feto charm. Draco was there for every exam, and he paid close attention to how the charm was performed, so now he could do it himself. Sometimes they would just sit in the Room of Requirement and watch him, soft classical music playing in the background to calm them. And without knowing it, the child was bringing his parents closer and closer together, just by his very existence.

Dumbledore was not being fooled about their feelings for each other. He would smile at the both of them in a knowing way every once in a while, and once he took Harry aside and reminded him that students were not allowed to have sexual relations with other students until they were over seventeen. Then he'd smiled and said, "Just don't forget what the Room of Requirement is for." Harry'd just shaken his head in bewilderment and explained that they were not getting involved with each other until Voldemort was no longer a threat. For some reason, though, that damned twinkle wouldn't leave the old man's eyes.

Pansy slammed her book closed. She still couldn't figure out what Crabbe had done to Potter, and it was annoying the hell out of her! She might not be top of the class in Potions, but she made good grades, and still she couldn't figure the thing out. It should have blown that room sky high! They shouldn't have even had enough time to get out of the room with that much wormwood in the cauldron. Instead, only Potter and the back wall had sustained any damage. And what kind of damage was anyone's guess.

She hated not having all the information. But she could work with what she had.

Draco was sitting alone at one of the worktables in the library, reading something with a pencil handy to take notes. She walked over and sat down in front of him. "What do you want, Parkinson?" He didn't say it nastily, but he was very cool, informing her that her presence was neither wanted nor required.

"Four weeks ago, you snuck out of the dungeon. You were seen leaving with Potter. The very next day of classes, Potter's suddenly participating in everything except the one subject he most excels at, and the only class he wears a glamor in any more is DADA. And a week and a half ago, I find an empty Doppelganger pod in the greenhouse." Draco raised an eyebrow at her, but he said nothing. "Whatever he's doing, you're in it up to your neck, Draco. Your mother isn't going to like this."

Draco glared. "Tattling again? A bit childish, wouldn't you say?"

Pansy sniffed, leaning back in the chair she had appropriated. "Oh, I didn't say I was going to tell her." She smirked. "Yet."

His eyes narrowed to slits and his face turned to ice against her. "What do you want?"

"Nothing. Yet. But you'll give me what I want when the time comes, or else your mother will be informed of your - relationship - with Potter." With that, the Slytherin girl stood and left the library, hips swaying provocatively.

Draco watched her go, then turned around and groaned, banging his head against the table. He knew that Parkinson hadn't figured out that Harry and he had feelings for each other, but her plan to lie about it was like a waiting explosive. It could really blow up against them. He started banging his head against the table, softly enough that Madame Pince wouldn't come over. This was bad. Very bad.

Draco told Harry about Pansy's impending blackmail scheme the next day at Harry's check up appointment. "What's scary is that she has no idea just how much I want her insinuations to be true. And she's right. If my mother catches wind of something like that, she may very well try to assassinate you herself, orders or no orders. Voldemort would punish her for it, but she'd think it was worth it."

"Damn. Any idea what she's going to ask for?"

He shook his head. "No. She's not one to hold on to a card for too long, though. She gets impatient very easily." He sighed. "We'll know soon enough."

"I don't like this. You're in a lot more danger now."

"I know. But what can we do that we haven't all ready done?"

Harry thought hard about it. "I think we should talk to Dumbledore. He might be able to help us, at least somewhat. If anything, we can warn him against your mother."

Draco sighed and looked at his shoes. "I wish she wasn't such a prejudiced wench."

"That's not your fault, Draco. You know that." The paler man said nothing. "Draco?"

"I can't help but be ashamed of my family right now. Both my parents bow down to that insane Mudblood like mindless animals, and then Mother has the gall to believe that I'm dishonoring the family name! Right now I hate that name. I hate thct tct that I'm the only one who has the guts to stand up for what's right and the intelligence to know that what's in my best interests isn't the most important thing in the world! Right now the only thing good about the name Malfoy is that you've given it to our son."

Harry knew that they were as secure as they could get while they were in the infirmary, so he allowed himself to follow his impulses rather than squash them and drew Draco into his arms, embracing him gently. He was in an oddly lyrical mood, and he found himself opening his mouth. " 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Malfoy. What's a Malfoy? it is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet; so Draco would, were he not Draco call'd, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Draco, doff namename, and for that name which is no part of thee take all myself.'"

Draco chuckled at Harry's whimsy. "Shakespeare? And I'd still be a Slytherin."

Harry smiled. "Maybe not. I had an argument with the Sorting Hat, did you know that? It wanted to put me into Slytherin, but I begged it not to. If I hadn't heard from the moment I learned about the wizarding world just how bad Slytherin House was supposed to be, I might not have put up that fight. I was choosing to be against what I thought Slytherin stood for at the time, but being in Slytherin doesn't automatically make you a dark wizard. You and Snape are both proof of that. And there's nothing wrong with Shakespeare."

Draco shook his head, still grinning, and stepped back. "Only you, Harry Potter. Only you could come up with that quote at the perfect moment."

"That's me! Perfect!" Draco laughed out loud and grabbed the pillow off the cot. Then he swung it at Harry, smacking the darker youth on the head starting a pillow fight which lasted until Madame Pomfrey came in and found the both of them covered with feathers and yelled at them to clean it up, which they did by hand, still laughing the entire time.

Harry and Draco talked to Dumbledore the very next morning. They gave him the letters that Narcissa had been sending. He promised that they were safe at Hogwarts and that he would be wary of her. For Harry, that wasn't enough. "Headmaster, that's what you've always told me, but things have a habit of happening here anyway, don't they, especially when it concerns me and those I care about."

"Harry--"

"No. No platitudes. I know that Hogwarts has the strongest wards in the country, but they can be breached. It's been done before, by Quirrel, by Riddle's diary, by Crouch, hell even by Sirius back when you thought he was the murderer he'd been accused of being. And Narcissa Malfoy is a very cunning and capable witch. Lucius wouldn't have married her otherwise, no matter her bloodline."

Dumbledore sighed. "You're right, of course. Very well. I will be wary of Mrs. Malfoy. And I think I'll see about some separate quarters for the both of you, and soon. It should get you out of the way of those in this school who would harm you."

Draco said, "Thank you, Headmaster."

Harry thanked him as well and they left his office. Once they were out of earshot, Draco whispered to Harry, "So, do you think he'll do as he's said?"

Harry shrugged. "I don't know, but something had better change, and soon. My son means the world to me, Draco." He paused and looked up into the blonde youth's eyes. "And so does his father. I don't want anything to happen to either of them."

Draco just smiled.

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