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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
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Chapter List
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Author's note: So yeah, I should be studying right now, but I figured updating would (hopefully) lead to some nice reviews, of which the memory would help me calm down when I get nervous during exams (or so my psychologist tells me)

Thanks to the following reviewer: cocobyrd87

I hope you'll like this chapter!

Chapter 8

"How did Draco react? You spent a lot of time upstairs." Sirius asked later that evening.

They were sitting in the living room, Remus and Harry reading and Sirius lying stretched out on the couch with an open Quidditch magazine on his chest.

Harry rubbed the back of his neck. "He said he wouldn't leave me. He said Marc was an asshole for leaving me." He muttered.

"Can't say he isn't right about that bastard." Sirius muttered darkly. "Are you sure you don't want me to pay him a visit?"

"No, you would only get yourself in trouble. Besides I think it's better this way. If he thinks I cheat so easily, that's a sign we wouldn't have worked out." Harry sighed. Although it hurt to think about Marc and his reaction, he figured it was better this way. If Marc didn't want to believe him and dumped him because of his own false assumptions, then Harry was better off without him. He only hoped that the hurt would pass soon.

"Good riddance." Sirius said in a final tone. "But it's good that Draco is staying with you."

"Did you ever doubt that, cub?" Remus asked surprised and closed his book in favour of the conversation.

Harry's cheeks reddened a bit and he looked away. "Yeah." He admitted. "I thought he didn't want to deal with a pregnant friend."

"Why wouldn't he? You're best friends after all." Remus replied calmly, swatting Sirius' hand when he reached out to take a sip of Remus' Butterbeer. "Get your own one, lazy dog." He reprimanded him.

Sirius pouted. "But then I would have to get up." He whined.

Amber coloured eyes rolled in exasperation. "Too bad. Now let Harry answer."

"I don't know why I thought it, alright. I just figured it would be too much of a hassle to him." Harry sighed.

"Well, now you know better."

"Yeah." Harry smiled weakly and then yawned.

"Time to go to bed, it seems." Remus remarked slightly amused.

Harry huffed but stood up, stretching his arms. "Fine, I'll go to bed. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." Remus and Sirius chorused together and Harry waved at them before slipping upstairs to the bathroom where he took a quick shower, brushed his teeth and slipped into an old pair of sweatpants and a dark blue T-shirt.

Sighing he climbed into his bed and pulled the light sheet over him. Drained from the worrying about Draco's reaction he quickly fell into a deep sleep, not waking up before nine a.m. the next morning.

Sirius sighed as he watched his godson going upstairs. "How do you think he's holding up?"

"Considering the circumstances, I'll take a wager and say he keeps it together well." Remus answered, placing his book on the table.

"Do you think he'll keep the baby?" Sirius asked curiously.

"How would I know? Harry hasn't said a single thing about that. I think he's still dealing with the fact that he's pregnant from an unknown guy." Remus frowned, feeling anger flaring up in his chest again at the thought that somebody had dared to touch Harry that way. When he would find that guy, he would make sure he wouldn't be joining the living again. Screw the Ministry and their biased rules. It was his family that had been hurt and he would make damn sure that man would know what happened when you dared to mess with a werewolf's pack.

"Hm." Sirius muttered noncommittally and stared at the ceiling with a contemplative look on his face.

Remus stared at him with a raised eyebrow. "What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking that well, there is a chance that Harry doesn't want to keep the baby. It's not that I can blame him considering the circumstances." Sirius began and sat up, ranking a hand through his hair swiftly before tugging softly on it. "But it got me thinking that instead of letting the baby be adopted by total strangers, we could, you know, adopt the baby if Harry would be alright with it."

"'We'?" Remus repeated incredulously. "As in you and me?"

"Well yeah, why not? We're a perfect team and would you honestly be okay with the thought that some random stranger would be caring for our godson's baby?" Sirius asked, cocking his head to the right.

"I don't like the thought, no." Remus admitted warily. "But do you think it would be a good idea to adopt his baby? He would still be confronted it whenever he would come to visit us, or every day in case he decides to keep living here."

"That's why I would ask him if he was okay with it." Sirius explained patiently. "I won't force him to let us adopt his child; I just thought it would be better instead of some random stranger doing it."

"Well, let us wait to hear Harry's decision. If he decides to give the baby away, we can make the offer to him." Remus gave in.

"You would want to do it?" Sirius asked surprised. While he had suggested the idea, he had thought his best friend would be against it for some odd reason. It wouldn't be the first time Remus refused to join in in his ideas.

"Well yes, why not? Do you honestly think I would let you be alone with that child?" Remus snorted. "That kid would be mentally scared for life if I dared to do that!"

"Hey, how insulting! I'm great with kids!" Sirius protested heavily and flung a pillow to Remus' head, who dodged it with his arm.

"Yes, as long as they go back to their parents." Remus smirked and stood up, dodging another pillow. "If you don't mind, I'm going to bed now too. I'm feeling a bit tired."

"Yeah, run away, you coward! You know full well I would win this fight!" Sirius called after him and Remus only laughed softly before making his way to his own room.

He stopped at Harry's door and knocked on it, softly opening it when he didn't hear a reply. He smiled softly when he saw Harry curled up in bed, his sheets bunched up around his legs. Remus walked over to the bed and straightened out the sheets, pulling them back over Harry to make sure he wouldn't get stuck in them in the morning.

He patted the black hair softly and retracted his hand when Harry shifted a bit and sighed. After one last glance at his cub, he slipped out of the room and went into his own room. He wondered how Harry would react to the preposition of adopting his baby and shook his head. That was something he needed to worry about later.

With a sigh he dropped in his bed and closed his eyes, joining the world of the sleeping soon.

"So, how are you feeling today?" Draco asked from his spot on the grass.

They were lying on beach towels in the backyard, underneath the shadow of the oak tree. The air around them was shimmering with heat and both boys were casting Cooling charms every half hour. Their drinks were kept under a Cooling charm too; Butterbeer for Draco and apple juice for Harry. Even though Butterbeer had only a small percentage of alcohol in it-not enough to create a pleasant buzz unless you drank a lot of it-Remus had refused to give him a bottle to make sure the baby was really not harmed.

Although Harry had rather had a Butterbeer, he wasn't about to kick a fuss about it.

"I'm okay, I guess." He replied, stroking back a lock of his hair that had been plastered against his forehead.

"Still feeling nauseous?" Draco inquired concerned.

Harry shook his head. "No, I think the nausea is passing. I didn't have to throw up this morning nor yesterday, so I'm hoping that stage has passed."

"Well, if it hasn't, tell me and I'll make an Anti-Nausea potion for you." The blond offered.

"Thanks." Harry smiled gratefully.

It was silent for a moment until Draco broke it again. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure."

"If you don't want to answer, that's fine; I'm just curious."

Emerald green eyes glanced at him warily. "Okay." Harry said slowly, sitting up.

"Have you…decided what to do with the baby?" Draco sat up too and looked straight in Harry's eyes. His fingers were playing with the grass and he projected an aura of calmness as much as he could. This was the one question he had both dreaded and wanted to ask. Seeing as Harry was this far along already, the option of abortion was ruled out. That left either keeping it or letting it be adopted and Draco waited with baited breath for the answer. What would he do if Harry decided to give up the baby for adoption? He couldn't force him to keep it, but he greatly disliked the thought of having a stranger touching his child and raising him or her. Realistically Draco knew they were both too young to keep the baby. They were just graduated and he would soon start his internship by his uncle. They were only eighteen; even though they were considered adults already by the Wizarding world, eighteen was still a very young age to raise children already. So looking at their age, it would be better to let the baby be adopted.

But … That baby was something he and Harry created together. It was part him and part Harry and he couldn't stand the thought of giving something up that was of them both. He didn't want to give up this baby; he wanted to keep it.

"I-I actually don't know yet what I'm going to do." Harry muttered softly and crossed his legs. He was staring at the towel and drawing circles on it. A frown marred his forehead. "It's not like I … planned for it and I can't say I'm happy with it." He sighed, tossed his head back and closed his eyes. "I feel like I'm a bad person now." He whispered, not really intending for Draco to pick up what he said.

It was true; a baby was not something he had been planning and he could hardly say he was beyond himself with joy, knowing that he was carrying it now. He didn't even know who the father was. This baby was the product of a drugged rape-was it bad of him that he didn't love it?

When he had pictured being pregnant (something he had envisioned would happen much later in his life), he had always thought he would be happy with it from the moment he knew it was growing inside of him. After all, that baby would have been wanted by both him and his partner; it would have been something they had created out of love. Something they would have been looking forward to.

But this baby …

He felt awful that he thought badly of the baby; after all it wasn't the baby's fault he or she was growing inside of him now. The baby couldn't do anything about it that it was conceived. But it wasn't … wanted. When he thought of the birth, he could only think about it with icy dread filling his stomach. Would he be able to look at the child after he or she was born? Would he be able to love it? Or would he only resent it as the living proof that something precious was stolen from him? Wouldn't it be better to give the child up for adoption? He was sure other people would be very happy to care for his baby; especially if they couldn't have any of their own. If the child was adopted, he wouldn't be remembered for the rest of his life that someone had taken advantage of him without ever being punished. He could even try and pretend that it had never happened and get on with his life. Would that make him a bad person?

"You're not a bad person, Harry." Draco spoke softly and came to sit next to him, pulling him in his arms. "It's only natural that you feel like this now. You still have some time to decide what you'll do."

"But will I make a good choice?" Harry asked thickly.

"Whatever you decide, it will be a good choice. And I'll be there for you, okay? Whatever you decide to do, I'll be there to support you." Draco murmured, shifting a bit so that Harry could lean more comfortably against his side.

"Thanks, you don't have to do that." Harry smiled weakly.

"I'm your friend, Harry. Why wouldn't I?" Draco asked rhetorically.

"Harry, Poppy just firecalled." Remus appeared in the doorway, pausing for a moment when he discovered the position the two young men were in. "In two weeks we have another appointment with her."

"Alright." Harry called back, sighing.

Remus nodded and went back inside.

"Can I go with you?" Draco asked curiously, absently pushing a lock of his hair behind his ear.

"Euhm, sure, no problem." Harry blinked. "Though I think it's just a check up."

Draco shrugged. "I don't mind; I want to be there."

There was something about the way he said that, that made Harry look up at him. He considered asking why he wanted to be there, but decided against it in the end. Having extra support was always nice.

"Say, Sirius, you were pretty close to James, weren't you?" Remus asked curiously and sat next to his friend, who placed the newspaper on the table in favour of looking at him.

"Yeah, you were too, weren't you?" Sirius snorted and took a sip of his Firewhiskey.

"Well yeah, but did you hug James when we weren't around?"

"What the … What brought this kind of question? Sure, I hugged him a few times, like when Harry was born but not much, why?" Sirius raised an eyebrow.

"It's just …" Remus pursed his lips and stared out of the kitchen window. "Whenever I watch Harry together with Draco, they are always in close contact with each other, hugging a lot. Now again, Draco was hugging him."

Grey eyes blinked. "So? Maybe Harry wanted some comfort." Sirius shrugged. "Surprised that Blondie is willingly hugging him despite his upbringing, but all the better for Harry, right?"

"I suppose so." Remus mumbled, his eyebrows furrowed.

"All right, what are you speculating about now?" Sirius sighed and leant his head on his balled fist.

Amber coloured eyes stared at him innocently. "Why would I be speculating?"

"Come off it, Moony. I've known you since our first year. Don't think I don't know when you're thinking about something. That look you're wearing is familiar enough to me." Sirius scoffed. "You were looking that way every time Lily didn't beat up James in our fifth year and you thought that meant she had started to take a liking to Prongs-and you were right in the end." He grungely admitted.

"I'm not speculating anything; it's just that…" Remus trailed off, pursing his lips and gazed out of the window absently.

"It's just that what?" Sirius asked and tapped his fingers on the floor.

"Don't you think that Draco … is very touchy feely with Harry? I mean, for just being best friends, he hugs him a lot." Remus replied hesitantly.

"Well, maybe he just likes to hug Harry a lot. What are you trying to say? That Draco has a crush on Harry?" Sirius asked incredulously, laughing a bit. The idea of a Malfoy having a crush was laughable. Malfoys didn't do crushes. They were too cold and aloof for that.

Of course Malfoys normally didn't hug other people willingly.

Remus just pursed his lips and didn't reply. If he were to be honest, he didn't know what he was trying to say. It did seem as if Draco had a crush on Harry with the way he acted around him, but maybe he was wrong about this assumption? It wasn't as if he had seen Harry and Draco interacting a lot. Maybe the hugging was normal between those two.

Two weeks later, on the thirtieth of August, Harry woke up with butterflies raging in his stomach. Today he had his first official check up since he got the news of the pregnancy and he didn't have a clue as to what the check up entailed. He had never known a pregnant woman-his family made sure he didn't interact a lot with outsiders-so he didn't know what happened during such checkups. He knew they used a scan to show the baby and check if the baby was alright, but would that happen now or later?

A knock on the door made him look up.

Sirius stuck his head in the doorway and smiled slightly. "Hey, pup, had a nice sleep?" He asked softly and crossed the room and sat down on Harry's bed, who shifted a bit to provide more space.

"I think so." Harry replied and yawned a bit.

Sirius laid a hand on his head and stroked his hair. "Are you ready for today?" He asked awkwardly.

Harry sighed. "I don't have a choice, do I?" He asked tiredly.

"We're there for you, pup." Sirius muttered. "We'll help you through it."

"Thanks." Harry smiled weakly. "I guess I better get up now."

"Yeah, you still have time for breakfast." Sirius replied and stood up. "I'll see you downstairs."

Harry nodded and slid out of bed, entering his bathroom to take a shower. Since a few weeks his nausea had passed to his great relief, so he didn't have to worry about suddenly leaving the shower to puke his guts out. It had never been a good experience.

After his shower, he changed into a grey shirt and blue jeans and went downstairs where Remus immediately directed him to his breakfast. Because he was eating for two now, his godparents were making sure he ate enough, even going as far to make him some snacks throughout the day to make sure he had enough nutrition.

While he was munching on his buttered toast, he took the paper and was greeted with his picture, taking when he was in London a few weeks ago for grocery shopping. In the picture he was talking to Remus and he had his hands stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie. It had been chilly that day.

Afraid the press somehow had discovered his pregnancy, he immediately read the article.

Harry Potter still undecided about future work?

The summer is reaching his ending, but there is still no news about Harry Potter's decision over his future. Many people are expecting Mister Potter to follow the Auror program, like our sources in Hogwarts told us, but so far his name hasn't appeared on the candidate list. Auror Phillips, who interviews the candidates, was unwilling to confirm whether or not Potter signed up, but an anonymous source in the Ministry told us that Potter's name wasn't listed. May we take this as a confirmation that Potter won't join the Auror ranks? And if so, what is Potter planning to do?

Hopefully we will get a personal answer of Mister Potter soon.

Harry snorted disdainfully and threw the paper back on the table. Of course that would be what the press was worrying about: his future job. They all wanted to know what the famous Harry Potter would be doing for the rest of his life. Well, he would like to know that as well.

Defeating Voldemort had made him aversive to chasing other Dark Wizards, so that job option was ruled out. He had thought of maybe purchasing a career in Quidditch or even Healing so that he could still help people, but then came the news of the baby. Even if he could make a decision about what he wanted to do, he wouldn't be able to purchase his dream due to the pregnancy. Even though the baby was unwanted, he wouldn't dream of doing something that could possibly hurt the baby. So Quidditch was ruled out; he could study for Healing but how would he explain his growing belly when he started studying in September?

Yesterday he had noticed his stomach had acquired a slight swelling, not big enough to make other people realize what really was going on, but the swelling was still there. He would be able to hide his pregnancy for a month or so, but after that, it would be too obvious.

He didn't want the public to know that he was carrying a baby. The press would have a field day, he realized, if they heard about his pregnancy. They would be excited about trying to find out who managed to knock him up and the thought alone made him sick.

So for this year, he wouldn't be able to do anything. He sighed and took a sip of his orange juice. He supposed it wouldn't be bad to take one year off. Maybe it would be good to take a year off to relax-and to think about the baby.

He grimaced and placed his glass back down on the table with a soft thud.

"Don't think about this article too much. Eventually they'll leave you alone if they get nothing." Remus advised him after he had read the article.

"I know, but it still sucks that they can't leave me the bloody hell alone." Harry said through gritted teeth, feeling his annoyance spike up a level.

"Language." Remus admonished him.

Harry pursed his lips, but didn't reply.

"Good morning." Draco entered the kitchen and took the seat next to Harry.

"Hey, Dray." Harry greeted him. "Did you manage to buy all those books you had to from Snape?"

Draco would be starting his apprenticeship with Snape in two days and he had been worried about two books that had been out of stock when he had wanted to buy them. He knew that his apprenticeship with his uncle was a unique opportunity and he had been worried he would lose it if he didn't get all his books on time.

Draco nodded. "Yes, the bookstore sent them to me yesterday. Uncle Severus can't complain-I'm all ready for the apprenticeship." He smirked.

Harry chuckled. "Good luck with that. Better you than me."

Draco tsk'ed. "Uncle Severus isn't that bad, Harry."

"Yeah, right. That's why he got the reputation of being the evil bat." Harry rolled his eyes.

Draco sighed, but didn't reply, knowing it was futile.

"We have to leave now, Harry." Sirius reminded him and he stood up. He glanced at Draco. "Are you coming with us too?"

"Yes, if you don't mind." Draco answered.

Sirius shrugged. "Suit yourself." He muttered and waited until Harry and Draco had entered the living room before following them.

Remus was already there, holding the box with Floo powder. He stuck out the box to Harry and the dark haired boy grabbed a pinch and threw it in the fire, shouting, "Hogwarts' Infirmary."

He felt Draco quickly stepping in the fireplace next to him and before he could question the sudden move, he was sucked into the familiar whirlwind and watched how various rooms flashed by before he stuck out his foot and landed in the infirmary, stumbling over the heightened floor. Draco was quick to catch him and managed to prevent him from meeting the floor.

"Thanks." Harry murmured and felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Draco smiled softly. "No problem."

The fire flared up again and Remus and Sirius stepped out the fireplace, more gracefully than their godson.

"Alright, we're here now. Where's Poppy?" Sirius asked out loud and was rewarded with the sound of heels clicking on the floor.

They turned around and saw the nurse exiting her office. She walked to them with pursed lips. "A bit more patience wouldn't hurt you, Mister Black." She scolded him and then looked over at the boys, surprise flashing across her face when she caught sight of Draco. "Well, good morning, Mister Malfoy. I wasn't expecting to see you here."

"I'm here for Harry." Draco replied, shifting his stance a bit so that he was leaning more against Harry.

Pomfrey raised an eyebrow. "Alright then, Mister Potter, please lie down on the examination table."

Harry took a deep breath and sat down on the examination table, feeling the paper crinkle when he laid down on it. Sirius and Remus sat down on the chairs next to him and Draco chose to stand next to him.

Pomfrey took her wand and muttered a serie of spells. Two lights of blue and green shot out of her wand and enveloped Harry's body, sinking into his skin.

Immediately a chart full of numbers appeared right above Harry's stomach and Pomfrey nodded while she studied it.

"Right, your vitals are perfect and your baby is doing well too." She said satisfied. "That's good news. Now," here she hesitated a bit, "are you ready to see your baby? You're due for a first scan so I want to do the first one today if you're willing."

Remus and Sirius looked at Harry, silently telling him that it was his choice.

Harry bit his lip and after a moment of thinking, he nodded slowly. "Yes." He answered and the butterflies in his stomach started raging again.

"Alright." She nodded. "Raise your shirt please. This spells works the best on a bare stomach."

Feeling his cheeks burn for some strange reason, he pushed his shirt up with a trembling hand that fell to his side as soon as he thought he had enough skin bared.

"Declaro natus." She said and a soft purple light shot out of her wand and formed a bubble on Harry's stomach. It stayed there for a few seconds, seemingly absorbing something and then slowly rose up until it was hovering mid air. White smoke filled the bubble and then suddenly disappeared, leaving a grey screen behind.

Pomfrey stuck out her wand and pointed at a particular dark spot on the right side of the screen. "There is your baby, Mister Potter." She said uncharacteristically soft.

Harry heard twin gasps coming from his godparents, but he himself didn't dare to look. For some unknown reason, he couldn't bring himself to look at the screen and see the baby for the first time. How long was Pomfrey planning to show that image?

He startled when he felt a cool hand grabbing his own and he looked right into stormy grey eyes, swirling with an emotion he couldn't name.

"Harry, take a look." Draco whispered and Harry felt himself looking at the screen, his eyes focusing on the black spot.

Was that his baby? That tiny dark spot? Even with the proof right in front of his eyes, Harry had trouble believing that was his baby. It was so small. Was that normal?

"Don't startle now; I'm going to let you hear your baby's heartbeat." Pomfrey murmured and with another wave of her wand, the room was suddenly filled with a soft but quick thump,thump sound.

Over and over again. Thump,thump.Thump,thump. Thump,thump.

Harry felt something rising in his chest, making its way up through his throat and he found he had difficulty breathing. His vision got blurry and he realized that tears were silently making their way across his cheeks.

He felt Sirius wiping away his tears and heard him asking what was wrong, but the only thing he could focus on was the screen.

That was his baby there. His baby that was growing inside his stomach. Why did that make him feel weird? Why was he feeling like this, all confused, but not resentful? He had thought he would have hated the baby when he saw it on the scan, but he couldn't bring himself to muster up the hate. Even the feeling of resentfulness was not present. What was he feeling then? Why couldn't he hate the baby?

Unknowingly to Harry, Draco was studying his face, eager to catch up any glimpse of reaction to the baby.

He still couldn't believe that he was seeing his baby now for the first time. He had feared Harry would refuse the scan and was relieved when the young man had consented. And he was relieved Harry had taken him with him for the check up. It was … There were no words to describe how he was feeling now. The sound of their baby's heartbeat was extremely comforting and Draco found he had difficulties deciding who to study more: Harry or his baby. It was now real. Before the scan he had thought about the baby but it hadn't felt real. Now however, seeing his unborn child and listening to his or her heartbeat … It made it all feel more real.

That was really his baby that was growing inside Harry, his baby that was waiting for the day it could be born.

Without realizing it, he squeezed Harry's hand and felt him squeezing back softly.

He wondered if this was how all future fathers felt when they got to see their child for the first time. It was easily one of the best feelings he had ever experienced.

He watched how Harry was staring intently at the screen and saw how little tear droplets made their way across his pale cheeks. Harry was biting his lips now and his eyes were cloudy with different kinds of emotions, each one flashing by too quickly for Draco to understand them.

Was it bad of him to hope that Harry would decide to keep the baby, now that he had seen him or her and heard his or her heartbeat?

While Draco and Harry were occupied with staring at the screen, Remus was studying the blond. He didn't know how to classify Draco's look, but if he had to be honest, he would say his face resembled that of James when he had first seen the baby through a scan. The face of a proud father to be.

He shook his head. It was ridiculous of him to compare Draco's face to that of James. There was no resemblance between them. The thought alone was too ridiculous to even consider.

Maybe he was reading too much into Draco's actions like Sirius had suggested earlier.

Either way after this visit, he knew his family had a lot to talk about.

AN2: So how was it? Please leave your thoughts behind in a review! See you all this Friday again

Love and cuddles

Melissa
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