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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
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor make any profit of it. J.K. Rowling owns everything.

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Author's note: I'm busy with studying for the exams now, but I figured I would keep my updating schedule LOL

Thanks to the following reviewer: ladilyn (Thanks ^^)

Warning: I still find this a fairly crappy chapter, for which I apologize, but I had no clue on how to write it better. Sorry. Hope you'll still like it

Chapter 7

When Harry woke up, hours later, he didn't want to get up and go downstairs. He stared at the ceiling and bit his lip, pushing back the tears that wanted to escape. He didn't want to cry anymore. What was the use of crying? It wouldn't get him Marc back. Harry chocked a bit on the next breath he took in. Marc. He couldn't believe he had just left him, had broken up with him. Why was it so easy for Marc to think that Harry had cheated on him? When had he ever shown interest in someone else? Marc knew damn well he would never cheat on him, but he just dumped him. He didn't even listen to him when he told him the truth.

And now he was alone. He had counted on Marc helping him and now he wasn't there anymore. Harry had no illusions that Marc would come back to him. Could he really blame him? He was pregnant with another man's child; of course Marc wouldn't want to take responsibility for a child that wasn't his.

He sighed and sat up cautiously. When after five minutes, the urge to throw up didn't make itself known, he sighed in relief. With a bit of luck, he wouldn't have to experience that again.

He frowned when a commotion was heard downstairs.

"He's my best friend! It sounds like he needs me so let me go upstairs." Draco argued loudly and loud footsteps made their way through the living room.

Harry bit his lip and looked at the door anxiously. So far it didn't sound as if Draco knew of his predicament, but the blond would not stop until he knew what was wrong. Trepidation rose up in Harry's chest. Would Draco leave him too once he knew what he was carrying?

"It's better if you come back on another day." Sirius advised Draco, but it was clear that Draco would not be stopped.

"I want to see Harry now." Draco replied stubbornly.

There was a long moment of soft murmuring, before Harry heard familiar footsteps making their way to his room.

Harry gulped and sat up straight in his bed, putting up an indifferent mask.

The door opened and Draco stood in the doorway with a frown on his face.

"You're going to tell me exactly what happened since I last saw you and don't dare to lie to me." He ordered and and closed the door with an audible click and crossed the room in a few strides.

"I didn't know you were coming today." Harry smiled weakly and fiddled with the corner of his sheet.

Grey eyes narrowed. "Surprise." He sneered. "Now tell me what's wrong. You look ready to faint."

Harry sighed and pulled his knees up to rest his chin on them. He stared out of the window and muttered, "Marc and I broke up yesterday." He ignored the shudder that went through his body and pressed his lips together.

Silence hung heavily in the room but Harry refused to look at the other boy, not wanting to see pity.

"Why?" Draco asked finally and he sounded neutral.

Harry swallowed and squeezed his eyes shut, his hand clenching in the fabric of his shirt.

"Harry?"

"You know how nauseous I was the last couple of weeks?" Harry began and from his peripheral vision he saw how Draco nodded warily. "A few days ago Remus took me to Pomfrey."

"And? Did she discover what causes the nausea?"

"Yeah, she did." Harry smiled bitterly and reached for his nightstand where Remus had placed the brochures about male pregnancy. He grabbed a few and shoved them in Draco's hands who let out a sound of surprise.

Harry buried his face in his knees, tensing when Draco uttered a soft 'Oh Merlin'. Harry refused to look up, even after the rustling of the papers let him know Draco was done reading.

"So I take it it's not his baby?" Draco broke the silence.

Harry shook his head. "No. I don't know whose it is." He brought out with difficulty.

"So, you were …"

Neither one dared to utter the word. A heavy silence fell between them, making Harry feel like he was suffocating. What was Draco thinking now? Would he think Harry was disgusting, sullied? Would he leave him now?

Harry almost jumped three feet in the air when he felt two arms slipping around him and pulling him against a hard warm chest.

"Draco?" Harry asked shocked.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that, Harry." Draco whispered in his hair. "Is that fucker in jail now?"

"I–I don't know who it was. I can't remember any of it." Harry confessed, swallowing back a lump in his throat. "In fact if–if Pomfrey didn't tell me I–I was pre-pregnant, I never would have known."

"How far … how far along are you?" Draco asked, his whole body tense with anger.

"Three months." Harry replied softly, wiping across his eyes with a part of his sheets.

He felt Draco freeze against him.

"Three months? So i-it happened during the school year?" He asked shocked.

Harry nodded and lifted his head, looking at Draco. "You know, I would understand it if you don't-you know, want to be my friend anymore." He said softly, biting his lip.

Draco gazed at him incredulous. "What the hell? Why wouldn't I be your friend anymore?"

"Because, well, I'm carrying a baby now and …" Harry trailed off, not knowing how he would explain how he felt. If Marc didn't want to stay with him, why would Draco? Marc had been his boyfriend but Draco had only been his best friend for a few years. It was possible he wouldn't want a best friend who was knocked up from someone he didn't know.

"Why would I leave you because of the baby?" Draco asked, scoffing. "Marc was an asshole for leaving you like that. If I was your boyfriend, I would have supported you and if you decided to keep the baby, I would have acted as his own father. It wouldn't have mattered to me. I would just make sure you were happy and the baby was well."

Harry blinked a few tears away and smiled weakly. "Thank you." He murmured in a broken voice and hugged Draco back. "You don't know how …" He broke off but Draco nodded, knowing what he wanted to say.

"I'm here, Harry, I'm not leaving you." He murmured and let Harry bury his face in his neck, rubbing his back.

Half an hour later, Draco was staring at the opposite wall, his back reclined against the headboard and Harry dozing right next to him. He was caressing the soft black hair and he couldn't resist sneaking a peek at Harry's stomach every so often.

Harry was carrying a baby. He was three months pregnant. And Draco was the father.

An immense feeling of guilt rose up in his chest, not unlike the feeling he had had after that morning, three months ago. How could this have happened? How could Harry have fallen pregnant? He had only given him an adapted version of the lust potion, nothing else. He would have known if he had given the black haired boy a pregnancy potion. But Harry would never lie to him about a pregnancy. So, how on earth had this happened?

When Draco had read the papers, it hadn't quite clicked yet that he was the father. He had assumed that Harry had indeed fucked with Marc, but when Harry told him how far along he was, there was no other option. He was going to be a father in six months. Harry was carrying his baby.

He would have felt proud and excited, if not for that fact that Harry had no clue he was the father of his baby. And he could never tell him.

Draco pushed back the lump that was blocking his throat. He would never be able to tell Harry that he was carrying his child. If he did that, Harry would never forgive him. He would hate him for sure and Draco wouldn't blame him for that. He had raped Harry. Even if Harry had been into it that evening, it had only been because of a potion. Not because he was attracted to Draco. If Draco told him the truth he would never see Harry again and there was a high chance he would be thrown in jail. If that happened, Harry would forever be out his reach and his baby … He would never get the chance to see his son or daughter grow up.

He couldn't let that happen. Even with the guilt churning in his stomach, he had made his decision. He would stand by Harry's side and he would support him with the baby. Even if Harry never returned his feelings, he would never leave him. He wanted to stay with Harry in whatever way was possible and he wanted to see his child grow up.

Carefully he placed his hand on Harry's stomach, covering the place where his child was resting. He placed a sweet kiss on Harry's forehead and whispered, "I'll be there for you, Harry, I won't ever leave you or the baby."

Harry murmured something sleepily and turned his head on Draco's chest, oblivious to the soft tender smile he was given.

Five hours later, Draco returned to his home after he had eaten early dinner and immediately went to the library, intent on discovering why Harry was pregnant now.

He collected five books he thought might help him and settled himself at a round dark wooden table, sinking in the soft cushions of the green armchair. He searched for the book with the love and lust potions and leaved through them, checking with his notes he had hidden in one of his books in his bedroom. He compared his notes with the love potion and frowned. So far he had not found anything that would turn the potion in a pregnancy potion. What had he done to make such a big mistake? Had he mixed up some ingredients? He had never done that before.

One hour later, Draco was ready to throw his books away, feeling agitated with every chapter he read while not finding the answer.

He was about to close the last book when his eyes caught a particular passage.

One of the things you have to be aware of when making this potion, is to make sure you don't mix it with a potion designed to alter memories. The ingredients used in a Memoriam potion will create, together with the ingredients of a Lust potion, a potent pregnancy potion for males. If you wish to avoid pregnancy, make sure to never combine these two potions.

Draco stared at the passage dumbfounded. So because he had been so stupid as to not thoroughly check the books about Memoriam and Lust potions, he had knocked up Harry. Fuck. This was bad. If this ever got out … He didn't think the Aurors would find the remains of his body once Black was through with him. He shivered and closed the books, returning them one for one back to their designated place.

Taking one last look at his notes of his invented potion, he took a deep breath and muttered, "Incendio."

The fire licked at the paper, eating it up eagerly until there was nothing else left but black powder. Until there was nothing left of the evidence that could rip Harry away from him.

"I'm sorry, Harry." He whispered. "I don't deserve you." He sighed and turned around.

His mother had seemed anxious to talk to him. If only she knew she was about to be a grandmother soon.

Ignoring the sting of guilt trapped at the back of his mind, he made his way through the manor. Tomorrow he would talk with Harry again and try to find out what he thought about the baby.

AN2: So yeah, not one of my best chapters, but *winces* I promise next one is better.

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Love and cuddles

Melissa
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