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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: Well, look at that, we're almost catching up to the version on fanfiction.

Thanks to the following reviewer: Jan (well, I have two different endings in which Draco either tells the truth or lies)

I hope you'll like the chapter!

Chapter 9

30th of August

"Draco, would you mind returning home? We need to talk to Harry." Remus spoke up as the first one when they all arrived back in the house.

An uncomfortable silence had fallen between them all, the moment the scan had been up there for everyone to see. Sirius and Remus had had mixed feelings about the scan. On the one hand, they thought Harry shouldn't have to go through this, getting scans and checkups, but on the other hand they couldn't help but feel amazed when they saw their godson's baby. It had something magical, seeing the baby while it was still growing inside Harry but they also knew it was getting time to talk with Harry about the baby. They didn't want to push the young man, but the time was slowly getting there to get an answer.

Draco looked ready to protest, but after glancing at Harry's face and seemingly seeing a response, he sighed and nodded. "Call me when you want to talk." He muttered to Harry who nodded back and bit his lip.

With a last wave, Draco threw some Floo powder in the fireplace, shouted, "Malfoy manor," and was gone with a green flash.

"Why don't we sit down?" Remus suggested after a short awkward silence. He and Sirius chose the couch near the fireplace while Harry chose the arm chair placed across from the couch.

"So what do you need to talk about?" Harry asked, trying to calm his nerves. His hands were clenched around the small package that Pomfrey had given him; it contained various pictures of his unborn child.

Remus bent forwards and carefully extracted the package, placing it on the table. "We want to talk to you about the baby." He began hesitatingly and glanced at Sirius who nodded.

Harry eyed them warily. "What about the baby?"

"Have you thought about what you're going to do with your baby?" Sirius took over and clasped his hands in his lap to prevent them from fiddling. It was ridiculous to feel nervous about this. He was an adult; he had no reason to be afraid of his godson. Except that he could be as bitchy as Lily when the mood took over. Especially now that he was pregnant.

Harry stiffened and avoided their eyes, starting to fiddle with his hands. "I don't know. I haven't thought about it yet." He muttered.

"Well, we were thinking that if you decided to give your baby up for adoption, we could, you know, adopt it. If that's okay with you." Sirius hastened to say and bit on his lip, an uncharacteristic show of nervousness.

He stared at them in shock. "You would adopt it?"

"Only if that's okay with you, cub." Remus assured him.

"But why?"

The two friends glanced at each other again and Sirius gave a tiny nod, urging Remus to explain why.

"We thought it would be best if we raised your child instead of some stranger. Then you will know for sure that nothing will happen with your baby." Remus explained. "But if you don't want that, we understand that. We just thought we would let you know so that you still have that option."

"Is it okay if I think about it?" Harry asked in a small voice, rubbing his forehead.

Sirius nodded. "Of course, take all the time you need."

"I'm going to my room." Harry muttered and stood up. "I want to read a bit."

Unconsciously he grabbed the package of the table and with it, he made his way to his room, flopping down on the bed when he arrived there. His snake who had been sleeping on the windowsill, bathing in the warm sunlight, slithered on his bed and curled up on his stomach, resting his head on his slightly protruding belly.

"What is that?" He hissed, his eyes looking at the package.

Harry sighed. "Pictures of the baby." He hissed back. Baby sounded like youngling in Parseltongue.

"You can already see your baby even when it's still inside of you?" Akeyra sounded surprised.

"Yes, it's something that's regularly done in human pregnancies." He muttered and opened the package, holding one picture against the light shining through the window. He cocked his head a bit to the right and squinted. If he looked at it in this position, he could make out something dark which was supposed to represent the baby. How weird.

"You don't sound too happy with that." Akeyra remarked and his tongue came out to taste the air. "I thought you humans were happy whenever you see a baby?"

"Yes well, my pregnancy is a bit more complicated than that." Lines appeared on his forehead. "It's not like this was something I chose for." Bitterness coloured his voice.

"You don't want the baby?" Akeyra rose up a bit and his upper body swung from left to right.

"I don't know yet. That's the problem. I'm not sure whether or not I'm going to keep it." He confessed. He took another picture and did the same to it as the former one. Maybe he should have asked Pomfrey to draw a circle around the baby or something. It was hell to try and figure out which spot was his baby. How could Pomfrey see the baby without any problems? Was there some kind of method to do that?

"Your mate seems happy with it." The snake surprised him, mentioning that and he dropped the pictures on the bed, staring at his pet snake who stared calmly back.

"My mate? I don't have a mate." Harry replied confused.

Akeyra slid of him and curled up on the bed, his head resting on his body now, allowing Harry to sit up and lean against his pillows. He kicked off his shoes and stretched his legs out.

"The light haired one who's always with you." Akeyra clarified. "He's the one taking care of you, no?"

His cheeks flushed when he understood that the snake was talking about Draco. "Euhm no, he isn't my mate." He chuckled nervously. "He's my best friend."

The snake stared at him and it made him shift a bit nervously.

"I recognize his scent." Akeyra finally said. "It's the scent only mates give off."

"You must be mistaken." Harry shook his head. There was no way Draco thought of him in that kind of way. That was just too preposterous. He may be his best friend, but he was certain he wasn't Draco's type in the romantic kind of way. Of course he didn't know what type Draco preferred because they had never talked about it, but he suspected it was someone who had the same upbringing as him and who would fit immediately in the high circles the Malfoys occupied. Someone like him wouldn't be able to do that. The purebloods may be impressed with his fame and power, but eventually it would all come down to his blood and upbringing and those weren't pure enough for them.

"I am never mistaken." Akeyra replied coldly. "Being a snake does not mean that I am in any way stupid. I know what I smell and his smell is that of a mate."

Harry winced. Apparently he had hit a nerve with his denial. He hadn't meant to offend his friend, but the idea of Draco regarding him as a 'mate' especially in the condition he was in, was too unbelievable to even think about.

"I didn't mean to imply you were stupid-I know you're not." He hastened to say. "It's just that I have difficulties believing that's the way he smells. It's just too preposterous to think that Draco would ever see me like that. Especially with what I'm carrying now." He helplessly gestured to his belly.

Akeyra blinked slowly. "Why would you have difficulties? It's obvious you are mates."

He opened his mouth, but closed it again when he couldn't think of a way to explain to his snake that his bond with Draco was something else than that of lovers. He flushed a bit when he thought of that.

"Ask him when you see him and you'll hear I'm right." Akeyra sounded a bit smug.

"Maybe I will." Harry muttered and watched how Akeyra closed his eyes and fell asleep again. He would wake up in another four hours to hunt for his food, Harry knew. It was a routine of him.

Absently his fingers came up to rest on the stone hanging on the cord around his neck and he stilled. He was still wearing Marc's necklace. His hand clenched around it and with one harsh tug, the necklace broke and he brought his hand back down, the stone hidden in his closed fist. Looking down on the pictures of the baby, he made a sudden decision and he stood up, leaving his room to get an empty box of the attic. When he came back with it, he threw the stone in it without looking at it anymore and then started going around his room, collecting every picture, letters and little gifts Marc had given him during the time they were together.

When the box was filled with it, he went with it to the backyard, ignoring his family's questioning gazes and he placed it on the grass, grabbing his wand and pointing at it.

"Cub, what are you going to …"

"Destructo!" Harry snapped and the box shattered, a few shards of a destroyed stone falling a few feet further and scraps of parchment flying through the air.

On the place where the box had stood, was now a black spot that appeared to smoke a bit.

"Oops, I put a bit too much power behind it, I guess." Harry muttered and walked back in the house, up to his room.

"So …" Sirius began casually and Remus stared at him with wide eyes, still trying to comprehend what Harry had just done. "How much do you want to bet that that asshole's stuff was in that box?"

Remus just stared at him, shaking his head.

Harry sat back down on his bed and took a deep breath. That had felt … good. It had felt wonderful to blow up that bastard's stuff. It had kind of a therapeutic feeling to it. Now that all the little trinkets that reminded him of Marc were gone, he could start anew.

His hand gripping the only locket left around his neck-the Malfoy crest-he stared pensively at the pictures of the baby, spread out before him on the bedspread.

So looking back at his check-up he concluded that try as he might, he wasn't able to hate the baby as he thought he could. That left wondering what he really felt about the child. And his family's offer of adopting it. It was … thoughtful of them, he supposed, to make an offer like that. Certainly if they adopted the baby, he would know for sure that the baby would be treated and raised well. He didn't want his baby to have the life he had had with the Dursleys. No child deserved his mother's family. But … he would see the baby practically every day then, supposing he continued living here. Would he be able to handle that? Seeing his child every day and knowing he would be like an uncle to his own baby? Would he start to resent his own godparents for being parents to his son or daughter? He didn't want to resent them.

He frowned. Why was he contemplating this? Wasn't adoption the best solution for his baby? It wasn't as if he was ready to be a father (or mother depending on how you looked at it) already on his age. And the way the baby had come into existence wasn't exactly a wonderful memory. Not to mention he didn't have a clue on how to act as a parent. It wasn't as if he had had wonderful examples when he grew up. Of course he had Remus and Sirius now, but that wasn't the same as having real parents.

So looking at all those reasons, adoption was the best idea for both of them. He wouldn't be reminded of that memory and his baby would have a good upbringing, better than he could provide. It was a win-win situation for both him and the baby.

So why was he hesitating? Why wasn't he going downstairs to announce he would let his baby get adopted? What was stopping him?

Awkwardly he placed his hand underneath his shirt, touching his small bump for the first time willingly. His hand was still big enough to cover the whole bump but that would soon change. His thumb traced circles while his other hand picked up one of the pictures. Studying it, he tried to imagine his life without the baby or acting as an uncle towards it. His stomach contracted at that thought. Acting like an uncle while knowing full well it was his own child … Hearing his son or daughter saying 'daddy' to someone else, someone who was not him… Would he be able to do that? Or would he regret the choice of adoption later in his life?

That was the one thing that kept him from announcing his decision. What if he regretted giving up the baby? Once he gave his daughter or son up he wouldn't be able to see it again, except when he chose for Remus and Sirius. And even then he would have to give the baby up. He either was the daddy or the uncle, but he couldn't be both. He couldn't be the father one day and then the uncle the next if the baby remembered him of the rape.

He had only one chance to make the ultimate decision. He was tempted to put if off until the birth but he knew that wasn't an option. He needed to make a decision before then, but it was so hard. Keeping the baby and adoption each had it up and down sides. The thing that kept him from deciding on adoption was the possible regret in the future and the thing that kept him from keeping it was the fear of fucking it up as a parent.

What if he was horrible as a father? What if he screwed it up? If he had had a partner who was the other father, he wouldn't have had such a big fear he suspected. At least then he would have help from someone else. Of course Draco had offered his help, but he couldn't possibly monopolize Draco's time. Draco had a life beside him and it wouldn't be fair to keep him from it only to have some support and help with the baby.

Harry thought back on the conversation he had had with Akeyra. The snake said Draco gave off the smell of a mate. Did he mean that in the literal sense as in a lover? Or just as a partner in general?

He felt his cheeks burning but he forced himself to think about it. If Draco saw him in a romantic kind of way, how would he react?

He groaned and fell backwards on the bed. This was getting so confusing! Why should he care in what kind of way Draco saw him? He had more reasons to reject that idea than to embrace it. The baby for one. How could Draco ever want him, knowing that he was carrying a baby from some unknown man? Marc hadn't and he had claimed to love him. If his own boyfriend didn't want him in this state, then why would his best friend want him like that?

Sure he had said he would stay by his side the whole time, but …

Harry shook his head, stroking the strands of black hair out of his face and stared at the white ceiling. He would ask Draco next time what he thought of him. Only then he would know for sure what Draco felt for him and make this turmoil unnecessary. He would think about Draco after that conversation then, when he knew all the facts. Thinking about it now would only add more stress.

So the baby … What was he going to do?

10th of September

With a tired groan, Draco fell into his comfortable armchair that was placed next to one of the large windows in his bedroom. The fire in his fireplace changed from the spitting green to the normal crackling red colour. His first week of studying as an apprentice underneath Severus' guidance had been exhausting. Severus was even more stern than in his classes and expected well-made potions from the first try. Despite the fact that he had a natural talent when it came to potions, he had been sweating and working harder than all the previous years combined. It was obvious that Severus wasn't planning on going easy on him even if he was his godson.

But that was fine. He had accepted the apprenticeship because he knew he would not get a better chance than that. There was no other Potions Master who was on the same level as his godfather and he knew this was a golden opportunity. He would be the only one who could claim the title of best Potions Master after Severus retired because he wouldn't settle for less than that. And his uncle wouldn't expect anything less either.

Glancing at the clock, he grimaced in dismay when he saw he had missed dinner again. He had hoped to arrive home on time to have dinner with his mother, but a mishap with the sequence of potion ingredients had kept him longer in Severus' office than he would have liked. He could make it up to his mum tomorrow. It was Friday now and though his uncle could be a slave driver when he wanted to, he was not that bad he wouldn't give Draco the weekends off. Maybe he could even squeeze in a visit to Harry tomorrow.

He hadn't had the time to visit his friend again since the school year started due to the huge workload Severus gave him. But if he did a night shift with his homework today, he would have a few hours free tomorrow that he could spend with Harry.

Thinking of Harry he wondered if the young man would find it strange if he asked for a picture of the baby. He sighed wistfully. He knew Harry had received a package with the scans of the baby in their last visit, but he hadn't had the time to ask for a copy before Lupin had asked him to leave. But would find Harry it strange if he wanted a copy? He had said he would be there for him and the baby so wasn't it normal that he wanted to have a copy too to look at?

He groaned. This was so confusing to think about.

The hissing of the fire made him jump and he turned around in his chair, standing up and kneeling down in front of the fireplace when Harry's head floated in the fire.

"Good evening, Harry." He smiled, pleasantly surprised to see his best friend now.

Harry frowned. "You look tired as hell, Dray. Are you sleeping enough?" He asked concerned.

Draco snorted. "Look who's talking. You look like you haven't slept much either." He pointed out when he saw the light bags underneath Harry's eyes.

"It's nothing, just been thinking a lot." Harry replied, waving away the concern directed at him.

"You know that has never been your strongest suit, Harry." Draco teased him smiling and delighted in the narrowed eyes of the black haired man.

"Hanging around Snape isn't doing wonders for your social skills." He huffed.

"My social skills are fine. It's not my fault the truth hurts." Draco smirked.

"Bastard."

"Thank you. I do try my best."

Harry scowled at him but didn't deign him with a reply.

Draco frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Why do you think there's something wrong?" Harry asked evasively.

"Harry, don't insult me. I can see that there is something on your mind. What is it? Did something happen to the baby?" Draco asked, masking his panic. How would he be able to cope if he knew that something had happened to his child?

Harry furrowed his eyebrows, seemingly confused. "No, there is nothing wrong with the baby. Everything's fine with it."

Draco exhaled slowly in relief. "Then what happened?"

Harry bit his lip and was silent for a moment. When Draco opened his mouth to repeat his question, Harry muttered, "Can I come over?"

Draco blinked. "Yes, sure. No problem." He stood up and took a few steps back, making room for Harry to arrive.

Ten seconds later, the fire turned green again and Harry came stumbling onto the dark blue carpet, Draco catching him in his arms on time.

"Merlin, you're such a dunce when it comes to Flooing." Draco muttered, shaking his head.

Harry scowled. "Oh shut up."

"Great comeback." Draco rolled his eyes and led Harry to the two armchairs near the windows. They both took a seat and Draco turned to look at Harry.

"So what's wrong?" He suddenly became distracted when his eyes caught the sight of Harry's neck. "Hey, you're only wearing the Malfoy crest." He commented surprised, but was secretly pleased to see Harry bare of that bastard's necklace, but still wearing a necklace of his family.

A tanned hand flew up to his throat and Harry rubbed the skin there. "Yeah," He cleared his throat. "I decided to get rid of his stuff."

"Good for you." Draco nodded satisfied. "But I don't think that's what you were coming here for." He remarked dryly, but inwardly he squirmed. Harry looked pale and very serious and a feeling of unease rose up in his stomach. Had Harry somehow discovered what he had done? No, that was impossible. The potion had made sure to wipe his memory and he had destroyed the notes. So if it wasn't that, what was making Harry so worried?

"A while ago I was … talking to Akeyra." Harry began uneasily and his eyes swerved from Draco's attentive face to the furniture and trinkets in the room.

Harry had been here a handful of times before and each time he was still surprised with how warm and welcome Draco's bedroom felt. Most of the rooms in the Malfoy manor had a cold distant feeling about them, but Draco's room was one of the few who had escaped the cold and had entered the warmth. But everything was still fitted for someone with his fortune and name of course. The four poster bed almost took the whole length of one wall and dark green draperies with silver lining hid the pillows and sheets from view. His dark cherry wooden desk was filled with books about potions and arithmancy and parchment was neatly stacked on top of each other in the middle of the desk, a feather and ink waiting next to it. His wardrobe was across from the bed and was a walk in. Harry couldn't imagine the amount of clothes and shoes that filled that large wardrobe. His trunk used for school was placed right next to his desk and was still closed.

"Harry?" Draco raised an eyebrow when Harry fell silent.

The young man was startled and he looked back at the blond. "Oh yeah, euhm, so I was talking to Akeyra."

"And?" Draco spurred him on, now really curious. What had his snake to do with him?

"And he said something weird."

"What?"

"He said that you gave off the smell of a … mate." Harry squirmed restlessly on his chair and didn't dare to look Draco in the eyes, choosing instead to stare at his hands, that he was wringing together in his lap.

"A mate." Draco repeated blankly and Harry nodded. "In what kind of sense?"

"Something like a lover I think. At least that's what snakes understand under that term." Harry replied softly and rubbed the back of his neck.

Silence rang in the room and Harry swallowed. Well, this was awkward. If Akeyra was wrong then why didn't Draco say anything? Wave it away or laugh it off. Why was he silent?

Eventually Harry gathered all his courage and looked up. He was taken aback by the intense look that Draco was directing at him.

"What would you do if I told you that Akeyra is right?" He asked calmly, as if he was asking about the weather. However, his hands were clenched around the arms of his chair and the way he tilted his head let Harry know that he was extremely nervous.

"I-I …" Harry stammered, not knowing how he should react. Yes, what if Akeyra was right? What if Draco wanted him in the romantic sense? What should he do now? What should he feel?

Asking Draco had clearly not made his turmoil easier. In fact, it had gotten worse with what ifs and buts.

He felt something bumping his hand and he saw a pale hand reaching forwards, grabbing his chin softly and pulling his head up until he looked straight into grey eyes that were swirling with all kinds of emotions: excitement, fear, happiness, wariness. As if hypnotized he stayed seated, watching how Draco came nearer and nearer until they were breathing in each other's mouth. Until they were so close, Harry could count the blond eyelashes adorning grey eyes if he wanted to. Draco mouthed something against his lips and right when those soft lips touched his own, when he could feel the soft pressure Draco put behind the kiss, a knock sounded on the door.

"Draco, are you here?" Narcissa called out and they both flew apart, both faces flushing red. Before either of them could say anything, the door opened and Narcissa entered the room, looking surprised when she noticed Harry.

"Oh Harry, dear, I didn't know you were here." She smiled. "Well, all the better. Why don't you join me and Draco for dinner? Or did you eat already?"

"Euhm, no, I haven't eaten anything yet." Harry cleared his throat and stood up hastily. "But I don't want to impose, I'm sure you and Draco have a lot to talk about after his first week as Snape's apprentice." He had to get out of here before he would collapse. This was not how he had envisioned the conversation to go. He hadn't expected Draco to practically confess his feelings and he definitely hadn't expected that kiss. Well almost kiss since they were interrupted. Which was good, no? The interruption had been good. At least that's what he told himself. So many feelings were clashing with each other. He needed to get alone now so that he could think properly.

Unfortunately he hadn't counted in Narcissa's determination. She waved away his concern and said, "Don't worry, Draco and I would be happy to have you stay at dinner, won't we, darling?"

"Yes, no problem." Draco still sounded a bit breathless but whether or not his mother heard it, was a good question. Outwardly she didn't show anything.

"Besides I'm curious as to what you have been up to, Harry. It's been too long since we last saw each other." She added and beckoned the boys to follow her.

Avoiding grey eyes that were staring a hole in his head, he sighed softly and followed Narcissa, knowing he would only offend her if he kept refusing.

They arrived in the dining room where an elf was putting up the last plate.

"Because it is so late already, I asked for a simple dinner." Narcissa explained the light course of fluffy baked potatoes, fresh salad and roasted chicken.

They sat down at the table the Malfoys used when they had not many guests to entertain and an awkward moment arose when a house elf wanted to pour wine in Harry's glass and the young man refused it, asking instead for apple juice.

Narcissa raised an eyebrow. "Harry, sweetie, are you sure you don't want any wine? You're legal to drink it now contrarily to last Christmas." Her mouth pulled up in an amused smile. The boys had sneaked two bottles of wine to Draco's bedroom on Christmas evening and had completely emptied it with the result of a heavy hangover the next morning for which Narcissa refused to give them a potion, claiming it would be a lesson for them to keep to the limit.

Harry's cheeks reddened a bit and he stared helplessly at Draco, forgetting the kiss for a moment. Draco raised an eyebrow and gave a minuscule nod towards his mother as if to say that he could tell her.

"It's … I can't drink alcohol now." Harry mumbled, feeling embarrassed. With all the emotional turmoil he had been going through since he had gotten the news of his pregnancy, he had forgotten that Narcissa didn't know anything of the baby. Her last visit had been before his visit to Pomfrey and he hadn't seen her again until tonight.

Narcissa blinked, furrowing her eyebrows. "Why not? I can hardly imagine you turned into an alcoholic who's now forbidding to drink."

Draco snorted and took a sip of his own wine. "Hardly. He's pregnant."

"Draco!" Harry hissed and glared at him. He had wanted to tell her on his own terms. Now the blond had dropped the bomb and how was he going to explain everything without confusing her? She didn't even know he had broken up with Marc.

"Oh? Well, that's … surprising." Narcissa cleared her throat and her pale cheeks were a bit flushed. "How far along are you?"

"Four months." Harry replied and shifted a bit on his chair, his hunger disappearing completely.

"I didn't know you were already trying with Marc for children. I'm not judging you, but isn't it a bit … early to have a child?" She asked hesitatingly. Sure, she had pegged Harry as a type who wanted to have children soon, but this soon? He was barely out of school. Of course she wasn't mad at him and if he really wanted a child so soon, that was his right, but she was thoroughly confused. If she did the math right then Harry had gotten pregnant during the school year. So that's why he had been nauseous when they had used that Portkey. She could have slapped herself for her stupidity. How could she have not seen it before? She had had exactly the same symptoms when she was pregnant with Draco. Not many pregnant people would handle a Portkey well and she should have known the real cause of Harry's nausea that time.

"Marc is not the father." The young man brought her out of her musings with a shock with that admission.

She stared at him surprised and when she looked at Draco, he seemed to have gained a hard glint in his eyes. Knowing that her son would never be able to be mad at Harry whatever he did, she put the pieces together quickly. Marc was not the father and Harry had been reluctant to tell the truth. If Harry had decided from the start he wanted the child he wouldn't have been confused when he felt that nausea; he would have been more excited when Draco told her the truth and wouldn't have gotten angry at her son for telling her. Her son was mad at something or most likely someone.

Her hand flew up to her mouth to cover her gasp but Harry still flinched, looking down at his plate, confirming her suspicion.

"Oh you poor thing." She breathed out and in a few strides, she was standing next to him, gathering him in her arms. "Did they catch the one who attacked you?"

It was Draco who answered because it seemed that Harry wasn't willing to talk, though he embraced her back. "No, that man used some kind of memory charm. Harry can't remember anything that happened when that attack occurred." His voice was icy calm but his anger showed through.

"Oh you don't deserve this, darling." Narcissa cooed and stroked the unruly black hair that she had tried so many times to tame with spells. Her response was a tightening of his arms around her waist. "It will be okay, you'll see. If you need help, I'll be there for you."

"Thank you." Harry's voice sounded small but his gratitude was clear through his voice.

Vaguely she wondered why that coward would have used a pregnancy potion on the boy also, but she dismissed that when Harry pulled back and wiped his eyes.

"I take it you haven't decided what to do with the baby next?" She murmured.

Harry shook his head. "I'm still thinking about it." He mumbled sounding exhausted.

She nodded. "Take all the time you need. If you need someone to talk to, you can always come to me."

She gave him another hug, knowing he needed it now.

After an awkward dinner, Narcissa had sent them back upstairs, promising hot chocolate and some cookies while they talked.

"Harry." Draco began, but the other boy didn't seem to listen to him.

"You know, it's already very late and I shouldn't have intruded upon you like that." He babbled and nervously wringed his hands together while walking to the fireplace. "I think I'm going home now and rest a bit you know? I'm a bit tired. But thank your mother for the dinner, it was good." He took a pinch of Floo powder out of the jar next to the fireplace.

Draco calmly took his wand and muttered the spell that closed off his fireplace for Flooing. Harry whipped around and stared at him like a deer caught in headlights.

"Euhm, Draco, what's the meaning of this?" He asked nervously and took another step to the fireplace, but still faced the blond man.

"You and I need to talk." Draco explained and sat down in his armchair. "Sit down."

"You just can't order me around like I'm a dog." Harry fussed but one intimidating glance of Draco and he sat meekly down, casting his gaze to his knees.

"You never gave me an answer." Draco placed one leg over the other and calmly stared at Harry, though inwardly a heavy turmoil of all kinds of feelings was raging in his stomach. He had kissed him. Kissed him. And if his mother hadn't interrupted, who knew what had happened next. Would Harry have kissed back? He certainly hadn't been pushing him away. Was that a good sign? Or had he just been too startled to do anything? What was going to happen now?

That was the question Draco feared the most. He had never once hinted to Harry that he felt more than friendship for him. In fact, there was a good chance that he would never have done something if Harry hadn't asked him that question. But did he really smell like a mate to a snake? That was a disturbing, yet exciting thought.

But what would happen next laid in Harry's hands. If Harry didn't want more from him than friendship, he would give it to him, but he would always been secretly wanting him. Would that be satisfying enough for him? Living the rest of his life as his best friend, instead of something more? But he couldn't just abandon Harry because Harry didn't return his feelings. That wasn't Harry's fault. Either he felt something for him or not, but that wasn't something Draco could change in his favour.

"Do you really feel something for me?" Harry's soft spoken question drew him back out of his musings and he stared at the young man, whose face was hidden underneath black hair.

Draco nodded silently, not sure if his voice was up for saying it out loud. His mouth suddenly felt dry.

Harry shifted on the cushion of his chair. "How long?"

Draco licked his lips and answered, "About a year and half now."

"Why did you never say anything to me?"

"I-I didn't want to screw up our friendship. We had just started out as friends and I didn't want to chase you away. And I wasn't sure if you were gay or not. I had no desire to get rejected to be honest." He muttered. This time he was the one looking at his lap.

"Why me?"

"I don't know why." Draco took a deep breath. "Does it matter? If you need a list, then sorry, but I can't give one. I don't know why I fell for you, it just happened."

"Do you still want me?"

Draco stared at Harry incredulous who was biting his lower lip, making it redden more in the progress. "I just kissed you. Isn't that enough evidence that I want you? And why wouldn't I still want you?"

"Because I'm pregnant?" Harry's answer came out like a question instead. "If even Marc didn't want me anymore, then why would you?" He was honestly confused. Why would Draco, who could everyone in the world if he wanted to, want him, pregnant with another man's child? It just didn't make sense.

"And?" Draco asked impatiently. "Didn't I say I will support you with the baby?"

"Well yeah, but …"

"Then what's the problem?" Draco interrupted him. "I want you and I have no problems acting as a father to the baby if you want to keep him or her."

Speechlessly Harry stared at him. He didn't know what to say or how to react. With a painful tug at his heart, he realized that this was the reaction he had hoped to get from Marc. How come that Draco was able to act like a father if it was necessary when he hadn't been together with Harry while Marc couldn't?

"Listen, I know that this has been a lot to take in for you, so why don't you go home and think about it?" Draco suggested and stood up, activating the Floo again with a whip of his wand. "And when you're ready to give me your answer, let me know. I'll be waiting for you."

"O-okay." Harry stammered and stood up, feeling his legs wobbling. Praying he wouldn't collapse, he walked over to the fireplace where Draco was leaning against the wall.

Right before Harry stepped into the Floo, Draco gave him a quick but hard kiss on his mouth, gripping his hand tightly. "Whatever you decide, I'll be there for you." He whispered and before Harry could react, he was swallowed up in green fire and in a daze he stepped out in the living room.

Sirius, who was seated on the couch with a magazine on his lap, raised an eyebrow. "Harry? Where did you go?"

Harry stared at him dazed and Sirius stood up, walking cautiously over to him.

"Harry, are you alright?" He asked concerned and his hands stretched out to grab Harry's shoulders.

"I don't know." Harry heard himself mutter.

What was he going to do now?

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