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Shattered	By : TransientTemptation Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14159 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: So, this is a looong chapter. I'm not even sure what happened here but it got away from me in my sudden burst of inspiration. (It's not even everything I had thought out) But, uh, I guess that's more for you to enjoy, huh?

Harry glanced over at the beds in his dorm and saw that everyone was asleep. Silently he went to his trunk and brought out a familiar piece of parchment and took it to his bed. After pulling the curtains tight he pointed his wand at the middle of the parchment. “I solemnly swear I’m up to no good,” he whispered and from the tip of his wand outwards veins of ink spread across the page. Harry couldn’t help but smile a little as the familiar passageways and corridors appeared.
Once the Map was finished revealing itself he studied it carefully. Harry had decided that glancing at the Marauders Map randomly at night would be more likely to catch anyone behaving oddly and sneaking around than any of the patrols that the school set up. It wasn’t really much of a chance to catch whoever attacked Draco he realized but he figured it was a better chance than nothing at all. Plus he still felt as if he failed horribly. He still had the vial but no idea how to figure out what was in it.
He supposed he could take it to Snape but he couldn’t come up with a plausible place to have found it if it really did have something to do with what happened to Draco. After all, he doubted that Snape would believe that Harry had just stumbled across it when the entire Ministry team had missed it entirely. Harry wasn’t stupid. That didn’t sound in the least bit convincing. Hermione might have a chance of figuring it out too but he was somewhat unwilling to bring Hermione into anything that had to do with someone who’d rape and beat someone else.
A pair of footsteps on the map caught Harry’s attention and his eyes widened at the name above them. Draco Malfoy. What in Merlin’s name was he doing up out of bed and alone wandering the halls? Harry honestly was worried. What if he was attacked again? Why would he do something so foolish!?
Harry quickly grabbed his invisibility cloak and the map before darting out of the common room. The least he could do was keep an eye on Malfoy and make sure nothing happened to him again. Harry tried to stay as quiet as possible as he snuck through the halls and stairwells. He noticed that Malfoy had stopped on the map in a very familiar classroom on the fourth floor. Now Harry was even more worried. Why would Malfoy go back to the place that he’d been raped?
Harry slipped into the room quietly and spotted Draco instantly. He was just standing there, barely past the first row of desks, staring at the room blankly. It had been cleaned and fixed back up since Harry had last been there but it wasn’t hard for the Boy-Who-Lived to remember the damage that had been scattered around it. Not wanting to startle Draco and risk getting a spell to the chest, Harry slowly pulled the cloak off and cleared his throat lightly.
Draco spun around instantly, wand already up and pointing dead at the center of Harry’s forehead. Harry’s hands went up instantly. “Woah! It’s only me!” he said quickly.
Draco was nearly panting and Harry could see his arm trembling some as he slowly lowered his wand. The blonde took a few steps away from Harry and for once Harry decided to take the silent order. Draco looked more than a little jumpy, not that Harry blamed him. “What do you want, Potter?” Draco asked, slightly less angry sounding and more scared than he really wanted to be.
“I was wondering why you were in here,” Harry said as he slowly lowered his hands.
“What does it look like I’m doing… I’m standing,” Draco replied as he fiddled with his wand in his hand nervously.
“Yeah, but… why here. I would have thought this was the last place you wanted to be,” Harry said, still trying to sound as calm and non-accusatory as possible.
“I came here to think. Why are you here?” Draco challenged.
“I came here to think,” Harry echoed. Draco scoffed but let the obvious lie slide since Harry had allowed his to. Realizing this was probably the only chance he’d have to talk to Draco alone Harry risked taking a half step closer. Draco jumped back and Harry held up his hands again. “I really do want to help you,” he told Draco.
Draco scoffed again. “Oh yes? Why? My parents work for the man who killed yours, we’ve fought since the first day here, and we can’t stand each other’s houses or friends. Why would you help me?” Draco challenged.
“Because you didn’t deserve this,” Harry replied instantly.
Draco looked utterly shocked by that. “W-what?” he asked, blinking a few times as if struggling to comprehend.
“Listen, Draco… I don’t think you’re evil,” Harry said. Draco gave him a skeptical look. “I think you’re a spoilt, misguided, pompous, judgmental, vindictive brat… but you’re only that way because that’s how you were raised. You’re not evil… and I know the difference better than anyone.”
“Oh gee… that clears everything up. Thank you, Potter. That’s just the way to make me feel better,” Draco said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Listen all those things I listed just now… you can change them. You can’t change evil. We might not get along and you might not be the nicest person in the world but you didn’t deserve anything like this. Not even at your worst did you deserve this,” Harry told him.
Draco studied him for a long moment seemingly thinking hard on what he’d just said. But before he could respond Harry heard footsteps. He cursed softly and practically leapt the distance between him and Draco, throwing the cloak over them in the same motion. Draco cried out but his arms were trapped against his sides as Harry wrapped him in a tight hug before he could bring his wand up. “Shh! Just stay still and be quite!” Harry hissed, clapping a hand over Draco’s mouth.
Draco glared and bit Harry’s hand. “Ow! Stop that,” Harry hissed as he pulled his hand back.
“What the hell is going on? Let go of me!”
“No, we’ll be caught,” Harry hissed back. “Just be quiet and I’ll let you go in a minute! I swear!”
Draco squirmed but went quiet. The footsteps were growing louder and Draco stiffened, his eyes going to the door he could see over Harry’s shoulder. “What is this thing anyway?” Draco whispered since he could see a slight pattern over his eyes and feel fabric pressing over his head.
“An invisibility cloak. Hush,” Harry whispered back.
Draco did his best not to panic at the unexpected and rather unwanted hug from Harry while he kept an eye on the door. He tried not to think about how surprisingly strong Potter was or how closely they were pressed together. He could even feel Harry breathing against his ear.
Harry on the other hand was doing his best to not get distracted by the unusual feeling of Draco in his arms. The other boy was slender and lithe but had just enough muscles to be enticing. He was a little taller than Harry but not by much, probably only an inch that Harry would probably spout up in another month with the way Harry grew. Harry could smell the body soap and shampoo the other boy used. It was surprisingly light scented and fairly neutral, not at all like what Harry would have imagined but it was pleasant too.
But what was really drawing Harry’s attention was the slight bulge that was pressing against his abdomen from beneath the other boy’s shirt. He knew he’d spotted something off with Draco’s stomach in Hospital Wing and now he was absolutely positive. He could feel it clearly and though Harry wasn’t sure how it was possible he wasn’t stupid enough to not realize that it was obviously real. Draco Malfoy was pregnant.
It seemed like it took forever for the footsteps to walk past but once there was silence for several moments Draco began to squirm again. “Let me go, Potter!” he hissed. Harry obliged, somewhat reluctantly, and stepped back with is cloak, revealing them both to the empty room again. “I guess that explains why nobody saw that dragon I know you had,” Draco said as he brushed himself off. Harry noted that his hands shook slightly.
“Yeah, it comes in handy,” Harry replied absently.
Draco looked up at the less than biting response he got and nearly took a step back at the look in Harry’s eyes. Harry knew. Of course he knew, he’d been holding them together tight enough. But that sad pathetic look in his eyes… it stung Draco’s proud nature. “Don’t look at me like that,” he said though his voice shook again.
“I’m sorry, Draco…”
“Don’t!” Draco snapped almost desperately. “Don’t you dare pity me! Or apologize to me! I don’t want it!”
“I’m not pitying you,” Harry said. “But… I am sorry that it happened. You shouldn’t have to deal with something like this.”
“I told you not to apologize,” Draco said as he turned and walked a few steps away. “I’ll be fine. It’s only a baby.”
“You know you’re a bad liar when you’re upset,” Harry said softly. “It’s not just a baby and you know it.”
“That’s all it is to me!” Draco snapped.
Harry shook his head some, despite the fact that Draco couldn’t see him. “No, it’s not… you wouldn’t be shaking so much right now if it was ‘only a baby’,” he replied. “This is not something you can just pretend isn’t big because you’re scared.”
“I’m not scared!” Draco hissed, whipping back around.
“Draco, if you weren’t scared… then I’d be worried,” Harry said. “You’re fifteen and pregnant with your rapist’s baby. Someone you don’t even know. Someone who hurt you and was never punished for it. You’re more than allowed to be scared. Hell, I’d be terrified.”
Draco sat down heavily in a nearly chair. “You and your damn bleeding heart,” he said weakly as he put his head in his hand. There was several minutes of silence as Draco took a few slow deep breaths. “So… when can I expect the whole school to know?” he asked, sounding incredibly tired suddenly.
Harry shrugged. “I’m not telling anyone.” Draco looked up at that, apparently confused. Harry sighed and went to sit on a desk near where Draco was sitting. “Listen, I keep lots of secrets. More than I probably should… and I’ll keep this one too. As long as I can anyway. At some point someone else will notice.”
Harry couldn’t help but glance down at Draco’s stomach where his bump was hidden behind his robes. Draco put a hand over the area. “Yes… I’m already aware I can’t keep it a secret for the whole thing. I’m due while we’re still in school…”
Harry tried to do the quick math in his head. “Juuul-”
“June, Potter,” Draco corrected before Harry could finish his hesitant attempt at speaking. Harry gave Draco a sheepish smile and a shrug, to which Draco rolled his eyes. “You really are infuriating, Potter.”
Harry rolled his own eyes in response. “So are you going to tell me why you were really in here?” Harry asked, gesturing to the classroom.
Draco sighed heavily. “I honestly didn’t intend to be here. I just… had to walk and clear my head and next thing I know I’m here and you’re scaring me half to death by sneaking up on me.”
“I didn’t mean to sneak up on you,” Harry replied somewhat indignant.
Draco glared slightly though it lacked a lot of its usual heat. “You have a cloak that lets you be invisible, Potter, you know perfectly well you’re sneaking up on people,” he said. “But while we’re on the subject… what were you really doing here?”
Harry hesitated some, not entirely sure he could tell Draco about the map. “I saw you walking around and decided to follow you in case you got into trouble,” Harry said, trying to be as truthful as possible. Other than needing to keep the map a secret he saw no real reason to lie to Draco about why he was here. Not now that Draco had probably the biggest secret he had suddenly thrown on the table between them.
Draco stared at him for several minutes. “You really do have a complex don’t you?”
“I do not!”
“You do. You can’t even let someone wander the halls alone anymore without needing to be the hero,” Draco said, pointing to the door with one hand.
“It’s not like that!” Harry protested.
“Then what’s it like?” Draco challenged. Harry hesitated again and Draco gave him an impatient look. “Well, Potter? If it’s not a hero-complex than what is it? Why did you follow me to ‘protect me’ which I didn’t need by the way?”
“You’ve been through enough!” Harry blurted out before slapping hand to his mouth. Draco’s eyes widened and Harry nearly groaned. Why had that slipped out? He hadn’t meant for it to. Harry sighed and lowered his hand. He had to say something else. “What happened to you was horrible. I can’t even imagine it… and yet you came back. Most people wouldn’t. But you did and everyone’s staring at you and whispering about it. I know what that part feels like at least. It’s horrible. I didn’t want you to be hurt even more when you’ve been nothing but strong about this whole thing.”
Draco blinked several times. There was a long drawn out silence and finally Draco stood up from his seat. “I do not understand you, Harry Potter. Not even a little bit.”
Harry gave a dry chuckle. “Yeah, I don’t get myself half the time. But I do want to help you, Draco. Anyway I can. I don’t pity you… but I don’t want you to be alone in this either. You shouldn’t have to be.”
Draco gave a heavy sigh and shook his head. “Gryffindors…”
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