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How Do You Want Me - Chapter 25
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.



Wednesday morning, Draco woke up alone in his bed. He rolled over, in his half-awake state expecting to find Harry, before he realized the brunette was missing. With a sigh, he pulled himself out of bed and headed down to breakfast.

As he was leaving the Great hall for his first class, Draco caught sight of Hermione in the crowd.



“Oi! Granger!” he called.



The girl looked over her shoulder. Upon seeing who was calling her, she turned back around, but slowed her pace.



“What is it, now, Malfoy?” she asked, through gritted teeth.



“Have you talked o Harry?” he asked, jogging slightly to keep up with her quick pace.



“Yes,” she answered, evasively.



“Is he mad at me?”



“Yes and no,” The Gryffindor prefect answered, turning the corner.



“Oh, what’s that supposed to mean?”



Hermione stopped in her tracks, almost causing Draco to run into a group of Hufflepuffs. “It means he needs some space. Harry will deal with his problems in his own time. The last thing he needs is you breathing down his neck. Let him come to you.”



Draco waited until the beginning of April for Harry to “come to him”. They hadn’t spoken since their last fight and it made Draco anxious. The only thing that kept him sane was the sight of his ring on a chain around Harry’s neck.



Despite himself, Draco had to admit that Harry looked better than he had all year. His colour had gotten better, and although his pregnancy remained hidden underneath a glamour, the hollowness in his cheeks started to fill out. Draco could only stand by and watch as Harry reclaimed a life that did not include him.



Just as he had taken Ron’s place in Harry’s life much earlier in the year, now Ron had taken his place. Draco’s parents weren’t helping the situation any, either. They were continually bothering him about “officially” bringing “the Potter boy” home during spring hols. Draco didn’t have the heart to tell them that he and Harry were no longer speaking. Instead, he told them that Harry had yet to make a decision.



Finally, Draco got an owl.



Draco-



I got permission to go to Hogsmeade this weekend. I’m going to be at The Three Broomsticks at three with Ron and Hermione. If you want, you could meet me there.



-Harry



When Draco got the letter, he looked across the Hall, searching Harry out from between Ron and Hermione. The brunette looked up, and a lock of hair fell over one emerald eye. Draco itched to brush it away. Harry inclined his head to the right slightly, and raised his eyebrows. Draco gave him one slight nod. A small smile bloomed on Harry’s face before he slipped back into the conversation with his fellow Gryffindors.



Draco was nearly bouncing with excitement by the time Saturday arrived. He elected to go to Hogsmeade with Blaise and Seamus, which was a much more attractive option than going alone. They spent the day walking around the village, enjoying each other’s company. Just as Harry had lost touch with his best friend, Draco had missed spending time with Blaise. Fortunately, Seamus blended well between the two Slytherins.



The couple left Draco at the Three Broomsticks at five minutes to 3 o’clock.



“Don’t scare him off, mate,” Blaise said, clapping Draco on the back.



“I’ll try not to.”



“Just treat him the way you’d treat any bloke on a first date,” Seamus added, fussing with Draco’s collar.



“But this isn’t our first date.”



Seamus jerked on the collar, pulling Draco’s face to him.



“To him, it is.”



Draco nodded in acquiescence. With one last once-over, Seamus pushed Draco towards the entrance. Taking a deep breath, Draco ducked into the dark pub. He stood by the door for a moment, allowing his eyes to adjust.



Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in a far booth in the corner. They didn’t see Draco as he crossed the room towards the, but Harry looked up when Draco stopped in front of their table.



“Mind if I sit down?” he asked, forcing himself to smile.



Harry said nothing, but slid over so Draco could take the seat next to him.



“Thanks for inviting me,” he said, looking at Ron and Hermione.



“No problem,” Harry answered, taking a swig of his butterbeer.



“Can I get you something, dear?” Madame Rosmerta asked, stopping at their table.



“Just a butterbeer, please,” Draco replied.



Once the owner was gone, Draco folded his hands on the table to keep himself from playing with them out of anxiety. The awkward silence was broken by Hermione.



“So what did you do all day, Draco?”



Draco cleared his throat. “I just walked around with Blaise and Seamus. You guys know they’re dating, right?”



“Of course we know,” Ron answered.



Draco just nodded. “Of course.”



Fortunately, Madame Rosmerta brought his butterbeer just then. Draco took a long swig, gratefully.



“What are you doing tonight?” Harry asked suddenly, turning to the Slytherin.



Draco chocked on his butterbeer and had to take another drink before he could answer. “Nothing, why?”



“We need to get going,” Hermione said suddenly.



“What? We just got here,” Ron protested.



Hermione elbowed him in the side.



“Ouch! What did you do that for?”



“We’re leaving, Ronald,” Hermione said, pulling her boyfriend out of the booth. “We’ll see you later, Harry. It was nice seeing you as well, Draco.”



“Nice to see you too,” Draco said, at the same time Harry said, “See you.”



“So, I’m not doing anything tonight,” Draco repeated, trying to get Harry back to his train of thought without directly asking him.



“I was wondering if maybe we could go somewhere and talk,” Harry replied, staring at the worn tabletop.



“Sure,” Draco answered, with a shrug.



“I was thinking maybe we could talk in your room,” Harry suggested, raising his eyes to Draco’s.



Draco had to clench his teeth together to keep his jaw from dropping. “Of course,” he answered tightly.



Harry pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and began to chew it nervously. “If you want to go somewhere else, we can. Or if you don’t want to talk, I completely understand. I’m sure you’ve got plans already, anyway. The Slytherins are always-“



“Harry,” Draco interrupted, placing his hand on the Gryffindor’s. “You’re rambling.”



“Sorry,” Harry answered, gently pulling his hand away. “Do you- ah- mind if we go now?” he asked, setting his empty bottle at the end of the table.



“Sure,” Draco answered. “Let me finish this,” he said, pressing his own bottle to his lips. Quickly, he knocked back the remainder of the butterbeer and set this bottle down next to the other. He stood up and offered Harry his hand out of habit. “Ready?”



“Yes,” Harry answered, although he chose to ignore the hand Draco offered and took his time standing on his own.



“How far along are you, now?” Draco asked quietly.



“Twenty-nine weeks,” Harry answered. “Pomfry says I have about 10 weeks left, provided everything goes well.”



Draco pulled the door open, and allowed Harry to leave first.



“Is everything going well?” he ventured, as they started up the path toward Hogwarts.



“As well as can be expected. I’ve put on a bit of weight, in case you hadn’t noticed.”



“Indeed,” Draco nodded. He failed to mention that he had been watching Harry every day since their fight.



The two teenagers chatted surprisingly easily all the way back to Draco’s room. Draco felt an uneasy sense of déjà vu as he held the door to his room open for Harry. The Gryffindor walked slowly across the room, trailing his fingertips over Draco’s soft grey duvet. Instead of sitting down, like Draco expected him to do, he elected to sit in the overstuffed armchair next to the bed.



“My back has been killing me lately.” He said, lowering himself into the chair gently.



Draco sat down across from him on the bed. “Would removing the glamour be too much to ask?” His voice nearly cracked with emotion.



“Actually, I was going to ask if you would mind. It’s a lot easier to deal with my new shape if I can actually see it.” Harry drew his wand out of his pocket and cast the necessary spells. His robes suddenly filled out as if he had been wearing his invisibility clock over his midsection. “That’s better,” he said, smoothing the material out.



Draco bit back a sigh. “What did you want to talk about?” he asked, instead.



“I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting,” Harry admitted, holding Draco’s gaze. Seemingly all traces of his previous anxiety were gone. “I’ve been taking the potion Madame Pomfrey gave me and I’ve been doing much better. I haven’t had an episode in nearly three weeks.”



“Great,” Draco answered, automatically.



“I can’t do this alone, Draco. Ron and Hermione have been great, but I miss you. I’m tired of fighting.”



Draco looked down at his lap, the back up at Harry. “Me too.”



Harry shrugged. “I just don’t know where this leaves us. Are we back at the beginning for a third time? A fourth time?”



Draco shook his head. “No,” he stated firmly. “We are just where we need to be.” After a moment’s hesitation, he took a hold of Harry’s hands. “I never want you to be afraid to talk to me if something is bothering you, okay?”



“Okay.”



Draco pulled his hands away this time. He stood up and shoved them deep in the pockets of his trousers. “Harry, do you want to come home with me for spring hols?” he asked, suddenly.



Harry’s head jerked upward. “What?”



“You’ll get to stay in my guest rooms, of course. Mother and Father have just been bothering me about bring you home. I wasn’t going to ask you before, because, well we weren’t talking. But I understand if you don’t want to, I mean-“



“I’ll go.”



“I understand,” Draco continued, completely oblivious to Harry’s answer. “Of course you wouldn’t want to- what?” He stopped in the middle of his monologue, as he realized what Harry had said. “You’ll go?”



“Yes,” Harry nodded, smiling.



“Oh, Harry.” Draco dropped to his knees, wrapped his arms around Harry’s legs and laid his head against the Gryffindor’s belly. “I promise you won’t regret this. You or Jamie.”



“We had better not,” Harry chided playfully, as he carded his fingers through Draco’s baby fine hair.



The next Friday, Harry met Draco in the Great Hall with the rest of the students who were going home over the break.



“That’s all you’re bringing?” Draco asked, gesturing to Harry’s school bag.



“I don’t need much. Besides, I shrank most of it.”



Draco shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he said, handing his trunk over to the house elves. “Ready?” he asked, turning back to Harry.



“Ready.”



Harry surprised him by taking his hand on the way to Hogsmeade. Draco did his best to mask his surprise, although he almost giggled in pleasure, when Harry failed to release his hand upon their boarding of the Express. Fortunately, Malfoys do not giggle.



They chose a compartment close to the end of the train. Just as they settled down, someone knocked on the door. Draco groaned inwardly.



“Yes?” he called, his voice conveying more irritation than he intended.



The door slid open and Blaise and Seamus stood there, grinning like fools. Draco broke into a genuine smile.



“I thought you two were staying,” he said, stepping back so the two boys could enter the compartment.



“Last minute plans,” Seamus explained. “Me da’ got a free trip to the States from work. He told me to bring Blaise with me, and that was a suggestion I couldn’t pass up.”



“Nice.” Draco nodded, approvingly. He sat down next to Harry, allowing Blaise and Seamus to take the bench across from them.



“So you’re going home with Draco, eh Harry?”



“I suppose,” Harry said, looking at Draco sideways with a small smirk.



“Oy, Draco’s a good chap. He’ll take care of you.”



“In bed, he will,” Blaise muttered into his closed fist.



The tips of Harry’s ears turned scarlet.



“Come on now guys. The last thing I need is for Harry to jump off the train before we get out of Hogsmeade.”



“Don’t worry, Draco,” Harry said, sitting up straighter. “It’s going to take more than Blaise’s comments about the sex he’s not going to get over break to make me leave.”



“Oooh,” Blaise gave a low whistle. “The kitten’s got claws.”



“Touché, Potter,” Draco chuckled.



The group bantered pleasantly back and forth for several hours. During one particular lull in the conversation, as Draco was staring out the window at the green countryside, he felt something hit his shoulder. When he looked over, Harry’s thick raven head was resting on his shoulder as the Gryffindor slept.



Looking across the compartment, Draco confirmed that he was the only person still awake. With a contented sigh, Draco laid his head down on top of Harry’s and closed his eyes. He awoke sometime later to Harry’s voice.



“Draco, wake up. We’re at King’s Cross.”



With a start, Draco pulled his face out of the cushion and sat up. “Where’s Blaise?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep.



“He and Seamus left already,” Harry answered. “We tried to wake you up, but you were sound asleep. They told me to tell you goodbye.”



Draco nodded, wiping the sleep from his eyes. “Well, let’s get on. Mother and Father will be waiting.”