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How Do You Want Me - Chapter 16
Title: How Do You Want Me
Author: Moitness
Rating: R
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: Angst, Extreme Physical Abuse, Language, Male Pregnancy, Parenthood/Children, Smut, Yaoi / Slash
Summary: Harry sneaks out of his dorm and runs into the one and only, Draco Malfoy. After Draco gives him an illegal potion, their world is about to be flipped upside down
Disclaimer: Not mine.



The next morning, Harry managed to eat his normal amount. His appetite should have been increasing, but instead had been declining with his mood. He was going to visit Pomfry, just as he promised Draco. Looking up from his empty plate, Harry noticed the blond was absent from his usual place at the Slytherin table.

Before he had a chance to wonder, Draco burst through the door. His murderous expression was focused on one person.

Rhy looked up from his breakfast. “Can I help you?” he asked calmly.

Instead of replying, Draco hauled the Ravenclaw up by his collar and punched him in the mouth.

“Mr. Malfoy!” Snape and Flitwick cried simultaneously, standing up.

Draco didn’t falter. He kept punching Rhy until the brunette fell to the floor. He held his hands in front of himself in defence. Draco was not deterred. He bypassed the hands and started choking Rhy’s vulnerable throat.

A group of professors were already on their way.

“Everyone remain in your seats,” Dumbledore said in his quiet way.

Three spells hit Draco. The blond crumbled to the floor next to Rhy like a broken doll. Rhy, coughing for breath, was helped to his feet.

“Draco!” Harry cried, but he was held back by Ron.

Blood streamed down Rhy’s face in two thick rivulets from his nose. He allowed Flitwick to escort him out of the room after tossing Harry a pain-filled look over his shoulder.

Snape revived Draco. He pulled the young man up from the floor by his arm roughly. Harry wrenched free form Ron and rushed to his boyfriend only to be held at bay by Snape’s wand.

“Do not take a step closer, Mr. Potter, or you will find yourself in detention alongside Mr. Malfoy.”

“Draco,” Harry pleaded, lamely.

Draco stubbornly refused to raise his head. Blond locks shielded his delicate face from view as he was led from the Hall by a very irate Head of House.

Harry crossed the Hall and fled through the opposite entrance.

Madame Pomfry looked up as Harry entered the infirmary. The Gryffindor glanced at Rhy and sat down in a free chair.

“I’d like to talk to you once you’re free,” Harry said, carefully avoiding the medi-witch’s stern glare.

“Am I correct in assuming you had something to do with this, Potter?”

“I would rather talk to about it in private,” he answered, looking pointedly at Rhy.

Harry waited until Pomfry sent Rhy away with a mended nose and a clean bill of health.

“Talk, Potter,” Pomfry said, as the door to the infirmary shut soundly.

“Can I have your word that you won’t tell anyone else?”

Pomfry took a seat and motioned Harry to do the same. “You know our talks are always confidential.”

“Someone is stalking me,” Harry started boldly.

“Is it Christopher?”

“No,” Harry shook his head. “Draco attacked him because I told him that Rhy kissed me.”

“Did you know Draco was going to hurt Christopher?”

Another no.

“Did anything else happen between you and Christopher?”

“No way,” Harry’s reply was almost automatic. “Draco just overreacts sometimes.”

“Would you overreact if your positions were reversed?” Pomfry asked gently.

Harry shifted in his seat. “I don’t know.”

“Does anyone else know you’re being stalked?”

Harry shook his head.

“How long has this been going on?”

“A few months,” Harry said. He looked up at the medi-witch and his big green eyes filled with tears. “I don’t want to give Draco up,” he said, as he blinked and allowed the tears to spill over.

“Now, why would you do that?” Pomfry’s tone was motherly. She handed Harry some tissues to mop at his wet eyes.

“That’s what they want!” Harry sobbed, sending a fresh rush of tears down his cheeks.

“This person stalking you wants to split you and Draco?”

Harry nodded, unable to speak.

Pomfry sat back in the chair, allowing the information to sink in.

Harry sat across from her. Tears were streaming down his red cheeks. He hiccupped and drew in a shaky breath, trying to calm his breathing. Pomfry handed him a turquoise potion.

“Drink this, it will make you feel better.”

“What is it?” Harry asked through his hiccups, eying the potion suspiciously.

“It’s a calming draught,” Pomfry answered, with a disapproving glare.

After much hesitation, Harry reluctantly drank the potion. His body relaxed noticeably. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“Thank you.”

A nod was his only answer.

Before anything else could be said, a timid Hufflepuff first year stepped into the room. He cleared his throat, glancing from Harry to Pomfry nervously.

“Professor Dumbledore would like to speak to Harry Potter in his office.”

Pomfry turned to the Gryffindor with a raised eyebrow. “Are you up to it, Potter?”

“I’m all right,” he replied, nodding. He stood up.

Pomfry smiled for the first time since Harry stepped into the infirmary that day. “I want to see you later today. Take care of yourself, Potter.”

The first year left Harry at the bottom of the stairs to Dumbledore’s office after whispering, “Acid pops.” He gave Harry a half smile.

“Good luck,” he said before disappearing down the corridor.

Harry took a deep breath. He ascended the stairs slowly. With any luck, the summons had nothing to do with Rhy. Harry snorted. If he was lucky, he would still have his parents. A sharp twinge of pain passed through his chest at the missed memory. He knocked when he got to the top of the staircase.

“Come in, my boy,” Dumbledore’s voice was jovial as ever. It gave Harry no hint as to what he would fine once he stepped inside the room.

Rhy and Draco sat in front of opposite corners of Dumbledore’s desk. Thy were facing each other, as though they were afraid something would happen if they turned away.

“Harry.” Draco’s glare broke into a smile of relief.

Across from him, Rhy stiffened slightly. “Hullo, Harry.” The tone mocked Draco defiantly.

Harry looked from his boyfriend to his-- there wasn’t a proper word for what Rhy was to Harry. Draco had a choice few, however.

“Take a seat, Harry,” Dumbledore said, conjuring a chair for the Gryffindor.

Harry sat down between Draco and Rhy. The tension between the two was nearly tangible.

“Harry, I’d like to ask you some questions.”

Harry nodded. He glanced nervously at Rhy and then at Draco. Draco gave him an encouraging smile, though it was obvious the blond didn’t believe it himself. Harry turned his eyes back to Dumbledore when the Headmaster began speaking.

“Harry, did you know that Draco had planned to have an… altercation with Christopher this morning?”

“No,” replied, shaking his head. He sent raven locks into his verdant eyes, shielding them from view.

“Did you and Draco discuss anything pertaining to Christopher last night?”

“Yes.” Harry brushed the fringe from his eyes so he could see the older wizard clearly.

“Would you tell me what you discussed?”

Harry glanced at Draco nervously. Draco gave a slight inclination of his head, signalling him to continue. Harry cleared his throat.

“I told Draco that Rhy kissed me.”

To Harry’s left, Rhy gripped the arms of his chair tightly. His knuckles turned white with the effort.

Dumbledore’s tone remained calm, as always. His next question surprised them all. “Why did you kiss Harry, Christopher, when you knew he was already involved with Draco?”

Rhy shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His cheeks turned pink under his normally cool exterior. “It was a mistake, Sir. I thought Harry was coming on to me,” he said, turning an innocent look towards the brunette.

Harry paled, but said nothing.

“He’s lying, Professor!” Draco shouted, shaking a fist at the Ravenclaw.

“Please control yourself, Mr. Malfoy, or I will assign you detention with Mr. Filch for the duration of the week.”

“Yes, Sir,” Draco grumbled, sinking back down in his chair.

“Now then,” Dumbledore continued, as though he hadn’t been interrupted. “Harry, did you make an advance on Christopher?”

Harry shook his head violently. “No way. I would never do that to Draco.”

Dumbledore nodded. “It seems, gentlemen, that we have found ourselves in a stalemate.”

Once more, Harry looked from Rhy to Draco. He folded his hands in his lap. “If you’re going to punish someone, let it be me,” he said softly.

“I think, Harry, that this confrontation has worked itself out.”

“So we can go?” Draco asked, jumping up from his chair.

“Sit down, Mr. Malfoy, I am not finished.”

Draco sat reluctantly, with a scowl on his face.

“Christopher, when is the last time you saw a fresh cut on Harry’s body?” Rhy opened his mouth to reply. He glanced at Harry and closed his mouth. The smaller boy was silently begging him not to reveal his secret. Rhy pursed his lips.

“He hasn’t cut himself since I began monitoring him.”

Dumbledore nodded. “Very well. Christopher, I believe it is time that I relinquish you of your monitoring duty.”

Rhy nodded. “Of course, Sir. I- what?” He looked to Harry and then back to Dumbledore, his eyes wide.

Dumbledore nodded again. “I believe Harry has learned his lesson.” The statement was a question directed towards Harry.

“Yes, Sir,” Harry replied.

He glanced hopefully at Draco, who gave him an encouraging smile. Harry returned the smile. He felt the warmth spread through his body and turned to smile at Rhy. The smile fell off his face when he met the Ravenclaw’s cold stare. Clearing his throat, Harry faced Dumbledore, feeling much more subdued.

“I would trust that if there are any more problems, you will come to me before trying to solve them yourselves.” His last statement was accompanied by a pointed look at each Harry and Draco.

The couple nodded.

“Very well. Christopher, you and Draco are dismissed. I would like to speak to Harry alone for a moment.”

A dark look passed over Draco’s features as he stood up. Harry laid a hand on his arm.

“I’ll be fine, Drake.”

“Okay.” Draco pressed a kiss to Harry’s cheek. “I’ll wait for you outside.

Dumbledore waited until the door closed behind Draco before speaking. He folded his hands on top of the desk.

“Harry is there anything you would like to tell me?”

Harry carefully schooled his features not to reveal any of the emotions he was feeling. “No, Sir, not that I can think of.”

“Are you sure?” Dumbledore pressed. “You don’t have anything else you want to say about Christopher or Draco?”

Harry pretended to think for a moment. “No, I’m rather certain we covered it all at the meeting.”

“Very well.” Dumbledore sat back in his chair. “Just remember that my door is always open, if you need someone to talk to, Harry.”

“I know. Can I go now?”

“Yes, of course.” Dumbledore waved his hand. “You are dismissed.”

Harry stood up and walked to the door. He paused with his hand on the knob and turned around. “Thank you, Sir. For everything.”

“Any time, my boy.”

Harry smiled before closing the door softly behind himself.

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