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Punishment or a Gift	By : Darcie Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4720 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9
December rang in beautifully, blanketing the grounds with a heavenly coat early. The students were excited as Christmas neared and a break from Hogwarts crept upon them. Harry and Draco had spent a fair amount of time beside each other at certain Quidditch games, hand- holding only to Draco's request which saddened Harry slightly but to be with Draco at all enlightened his soul enough to keep him extremely worry-free. Hermione continued to be supportive in Ron's absence. Ron simply desperately attempted to block the images from his head but when he caught Harry and Malfoy gazing at one another briefly in class or at meals, his stomach churned and he would need Hermione to drive those pictures away.
Harry began to watch Draco more as the days passed by. The Slytherin was always the first to class and the last to leave. His meals became slightly larger and he wasn't positive or not as to whether Draco was gaining more weight. These little things were all Harry had since contact with Draco was limited and Draco would simply refuse sorrowfully to meet with him alone at nights. The illness was the cause for everything and the blame for everything. As Christmas became closer, the sheer mention of the "illness' angered him. To ask Draco about the illness and it's causes was a deadend. Draco seemed to be unknowledgeable about the illness in his own body. How could he not know anything about it?
Two days before students left for the holiday's, Harry lingered outside Snape's classroom in the shadows to emerge when Draco finally exited that horrid place. It took four minutes for Draco to begin to gather his materials. Before the boy could stand, Harry noticed Snape stepping closer to Draco's side. Harry listened intently to the whispers, easily deciphering their secret conversation.
Snape set his left hand upon Draco's shoulder. "How are you holding up?"
Draco held his books close to his chest and stared at his feet. "As well as I can, sir." The answer didn't phase Snape's cold glare as he removed his hand and began walking back towards his desk, his robe sweeping the floor behind him.
With his back turned to the boy, Snape clasped his hands and pursed his lips. "Dumbledor is excited, I can't say the same."
"I know, sir." Draco stood from his desk and headed for the door lazily.
Snape's cold toned sentences continued. "Your father and mother gave permission for you to stay here for the holidays thanks to our little white lie."
The blonde Slytherin paused at the door, only feet from Harry's position and turned towards the Potions teacher. "Thank you," he murmured graciously. He was shooed away with a quick wave of Snape's hand and was instantly grabbed by Harry outside the door. Fear struck him and if the dungeons weren't so dark, his eyes would have admitted the true emotion coursing through his body.
"We need to talk." Harry sternly murmured into Draco's ear as he clutched the boy's upper arms.
Draco carefully kept their bodies from touching and nodded against the side of Harry's face. Chills raced through his spine, combined chills of love, fear, anticipation, and uncertainty, but he kept his voice strong as a Malfoy must do. "On Christmas in the Gryffindor common room, I'll tell you everything." He broke away from Harry's grasp forcefully and quickly exited the dungeons, nausea overwhelming his senses.
"Honestly, Harry, you're going to groove a trench in the floor." Hermione descended the stairs in the common room, her eyes set on her friend pacing back and forth, one hand in a fist, the other entangled in his already ruffled auburn mass atop his head.
"I'm losing my mind, Hermione!" Harry paused in his tracks. He pulled his hand from his hair, wiggling his fingers to discard the hairs he pulled from his confused head. She stepped up to the trembling boy and grabbed his hands to comfort him. It was another motion she used often to comfort her friends and others. It became tiresome sometimes, putting out energy towards others in an emotional hole. Rubbing his hands lightly seemed to calm him physically but she knew his heart and mind were twisting in directions they never meant to go. "Is it Draco?" "Yes!" Harry continued to shake slightly and as he began again, he became excited and his words meshed together. "I keep watching Draco and he's changing. Changing in ways I don't want to think about and I keep thinking about him. I can't stop myself from repeating to myself that I love him. I love that damn boy and he's got some illness and I caught him talking to Snape...."
"Stop!" Hermione rudely interrupted and squeezed her friend's hands. "Just stop."
Harry glared back at her with a tear nearing the corner of his eye. He blinked and he watched Hermione's pupils as they followed the tear trickling down his flushed cheek. Quickly, the tear was eradicated with the back of his hand. "I can't stop," he murmured. "I can't stop until he tells me on Christmas."
Her eyes widened and her fingers wrapped unconsciously around his slender digits. "He's going to tell you?"
He raised and eyebrow and pulled his hands roughly from her grip. "Of course, why?"
His voice raised a decibel as he examined Hermione's face. Her lips were slightly open forming an "O', her pupils large and her breath rate increasing. "Do you know?" he angrily solicited.
She placed her left foot behind her, soon her right foot followed as she backed away slowly from the fuming Harry. "Yes, I do. How can you not?" Her voice was small but sound as she noticed Harry's nostrils flare. "Are you that naive?" She gained strength at the thought of how thick-headed the Boy-Who-Lived could be. Everyone's hero failed to notice the most obvious detail in the object of his infatuation, compassion and love.
Harry stalked closer to her, his eyes wild, flaring emerald in all directions as he desperately kept himself from tipping over an edge and lashing out at Hermione for no proper reason. "Naive about what?"
"Harry! Have you not wrapped your arms around him lately? Or seen him without his robe completely closed or even standing up!"
"He doesn't allow me to touch him!" Harry snarled.
"He's six months pregnant with your child!" Hermione screamed it with all she had, her vocal chords instantly sore from her outburst, her heart paining from the promise she broke to Draco. And her heart pained more to see Harry's face turn crimson and with no wand in his hand, she squealed the moment he opened his mouth to holler, "I will not believe Draco is pregnant with my child!"
His magic spread around the room in a violent rage, the candles exploding in a waxy fiery rage, the fireplace burning out of control, and the furniture levitated to crash to the hardwood floor creating a roar that thundered throughout the house.
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