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Chapter One

Draco Malfoy was laying on his king sized bed, naked and staring at the hangings above the bed in the head boy's room. An equally naked Harry Potter was sleeping peacefully beside him and snoring lightly.

The head boy turned to look at the sleeping boy next to him and marveled how he could be so innocent and wicked at the same time. One moment he was Dumbledore's perfect golden boy and the savior of the wizarding world. But the next moment he was on his knees, sucking his enemy's cock like it was his favorite lollipop and getting fucked in the ass by a death eater's son.

Their forbidden love started at the beginning of sixth year. One night, Harry was sneaking around in the dungeons after a trip to the kitchen. He was checking his map when he bumped into Draco who was patrolling at that time.

One thing led to another and the next thing they know, they were in the room of requirement sucking each other off. Harry ran off immediately after he realized what happened but the same thing happened again a few days later and it kept happening until both of them realized how much they wanted each other.

Draco reached out to stroke Harry face. "Wake up, lazy bone. You have to go now otherwise people will be suspicious."

Harry stirred and mumbled a few incoherent words. Seeing that Harry is still asleep, Draco pinched Harry nipples hard and Harry jumped out of bed.

"Fuck! Why did you do that for?" an extremely annoyed Harry asked.

"To get you out of bed of course. Wouldn't want anybody to find our golden boy sleeping with a slimy snake would we?"

"Can't you use a gentler way? I'm fragile now, dad."

"Are you a woman, Potter? There's no need to be gentle with- Wait a minute, what did you just call me?"

"I called you dad." Harry said with more confidence that he actually felt.

Draco thought he heard wrongly at first but when Harry said it again, his heart skipped a beat. However, it wasn't because of happiness. It was shock, disbelief, anger, doubts, anything but happiness.


Suddenly finding the floor very interesting, Harry said, "I'm pregnant, Draco."

Draco laughed and said, "Haha, very funny."

"I'm serious."

At this Draco looked up sharply only to find a pair of intense emerald eyes staring back at him. Those beautiful eyes contained no humour, only seriousness, truth and the tiniest bit of hope.

A cold shudder went down Draco's spine when he realized Harry was telling the truth. Harry was looking at him expectantly but Draco was at a loss of words, for the first time in his life. So he said the only thing that he could think of, "So?"

"So? What do you mean so? The child is yours!" cried Harry indignantly.

"Is that so?"

"Yes! You bastard!"

"No, we wouldn't want the child to be a bastard now would we?"

Harry visibly relaxed after Draco said that. In Draco's own twisted way, he was reassuring Harry that he would be responsible. Thank God he didn't turn me away. I thought he was going to throw me out of his room and then pretend that I don't exist.

Then Draco continued, "But how can I know whether the child is mine? With your high sex drive and all, it could very well be a Gryffindor. A Weasley perhaps? Or is it Finnegan? You're quite close to him."

Draco didn't want to become a father. It was all too soon. He hadn't enjoyed life fully and he hadn't done all the things that he wanted to. No way was he going to be tied down by a burden like that. Furthermore, his father would kill if he knew of this piece of information. Not to mention he'll lose all the Malfoy fortune if he was kicked out by his father.

It was Draco's turn to look at Harry expectantly who was shaking with rage. Sparks were flying off his finger tips. Draco kept his mask on but deep down he was undergoing emotional turmoil.

"How can you say that!"

"Why not? Weasley is not bad if you like freckles and poor chaps," he said and laughed dryly at his own joke.

Harry couldn't believe his ears, or rather he didn't to. He should have known, what did he expect Draco to do? To whisper loving words to him after knowing he's pregnant? To hug Harry tightly and shout delightedly into the room? Definitely no. Instead, Draco had just accused Harry of being a whore and for that Harry cannot forgive.

"Very well," said Harry, his voice catching as a small sob escaped. "I don't want anything to do with you from this moment onwards. If you don't want it, I want it but don't expect me to recognize it as a Malfoy! I don't wish to see you again either."

Draco looked at what he had reduced his lover to. Harry was quickly putting on his clothes in the middle of the room, his cheeks streaked with tears and eyes shining with anger.

Harry tried not to cry desperately but he still failed miserably. His shoulders wrecked with every sob and he kept wiping his tears away roughly the moment they slid down his cheeks.

Even after one year, Draco still wouldn't say that he loved Harry but he knew that he felt something else for Harry. The hatred had dissipated and in its place was something akin to love. He was jealous when he saw Harry laughing together with his friends. He was happy when he made Harry smile. And he knew that he and Harry could develop so much more if they were to stay together.

"Wait, don't go!" Draco called to the retreating Harry while trying to keep the desperate tone out of his voice. He didn't want Harry to think that he was begging him not to go, like a pathetic beggar.

Harry stopped walking but he didn't turn around. Instead, he just stood there and cried. He prayed secretly that Draco would change his mind and their child would at least have a proper family. Draco walked towards him and wrapped his arms around Harry carefully as though Harry was a fragile object. Harry tensed for a moment but relaxed. Draco rested his head on Harry's shoulder and whispered seductively into Harry's ear, "I could love you, Harry. I will try."

Harry was hurt by this. So Draco doesn't love me after all, should have known. Harry snorted and said, "I don't need your love Malfoy."

"Harry, think about it, we're still so young, seventeen for goodness sake! We have so many things ahead of us. Do you really want to be tied down by a child?"


No, I don't want to be tied down by a child but this is the product of my own actions. I'd rather be tied down than to kill the innocent child. Furthermore, I'll always have a part of you with me if you leave me. I can love the child and it'll return my love. Harry thought sadly.

"Abort it," said Draco softly.

-Whack- Harry had turned around so quickly and slapped Draco hard after Draco's cruel suggestion that Draco was caught totally off guard. A bright red hand print was starting to form on Draco's flawless pale skin. Draco touched his cheek tenderly and glared hard at Harry.

"How dare you!" shouted Draco after he recovered from the initial shock. The Harry he knew was no doubt bad-tempered but he would never hit anybody unless he was beyond angry and on the verge of strangling that person.

"No, how dare you! You are heartless, Malfoy. This is a life you're talking about. How can you be so casual about this? Yes, I don't want to be tied down so early in my life but I will be responsible for my actions, unlike you."

Draco shrugged. Don't make me do this, Harry. I'm too proud to admit it but I know I could love you if you just get rid of the damn child. Please don't leave like that!

Harry shook his head in disbelief. All these while he thought Draco had changed for the better. He thought Draco was not heartless. He thought Draco was considerate and most importantly, he thought Draco loved him enough to settle down early but the feelings were obviously not mutual.

"I'm disappointed with you, Drake. Goodbye."

So it's over then. Our forbidden love couldn't last after all. Draco felt his heart ache when Harry called him Drake, probably for the last time. Only Harry was allowed to call him that but at that moment, all Draco wanted to do was to hurt Harry back. Malfoys should not be messed with, let alone one that was beautiful and deadly like Draco.

"Hold on, Potter. Just want to tell you that you were a great shag, always so hot and tight around me. And you moan like a ghoul, did Weasley tell you that? Too bad we didn't work out, eh? You're so good at giving heads…"

At this Draco looked straight into Harry's eyes to find them burning with betrayal and rage. He was clenching his fists tightly and glaring at Draco with pure hatred.

"You could have told me truthfully that Weasley was too poor to raise a child and didn't want it. I can give you financial aid, as long as you continue our little affair. No need to pretend to be upset just to -."

Draco didn't even get to finish his sentence because Harry punched him in the stomach forcefully.

"Fuck off, Malfoy! Go to hell!" he yelled and stormed off.

"Bloody hell!" Draco swore loudly and rubbed his stomach tenderly. "You'll pay for this, Harry."


Harry stormed off and once outside, he began to cry in abandon. His heart wrenching sobs filled the corridor and a few of the portraits peeked at Harry to see what was going on. Some shook their head disapprovingly and Harry glared at them through teary eyes.

"What is wrong, boy?" a kind lady in a black dress asked as she sat comfortably on her rocking chair. She looked like she was going to fall asleep.

"No, nothing's wrong. Thanks for your concern."

"Well, if anything is wrong, just tell me. I was once a healer you know, specializing in the mental department. I was he best healer at that time and I had so many admirers, they were-. "

"Ok, I will," Harry interrupted. He was very tired, especially after the emotional drain earlier on and he had no energy to listen to the old lady droning on and on.

"Well then, good day to you," she said and fell asleep immediately in her rocking chair, snoring lightly as she slept on.

Harry just nodded weakly and continued to walk to the staircase that leads to Gryffindor tower. The head boy's suite was located even higher than the Gryffindor tower and Draco found it extremely annoying since he was so used to living in the dungeons.

"First, second, skip, skip, fifth, skip, seventh," Harry counted carefully as he descended the stairs in order not to be tripped by the trick stairs. Harry hated the trick stairs since the first day of class. He wasn't aware of the stairs and as a result fell in front of his classmates… and the Slytherins!

"Ah!" screamed Harry as he forgot to skip over one of the trickiest step. He stumbled down the stairs quickly and hit the floor with a sickening dull thud.

Unconsciousness was slowly claiming Harry. He groaned as a sharp pain came from his belly. He was barely conscious but he noticed the wall was buzzing. The paintings were relaying a message to Dumbledore about Harry's fall. He vaguely heard some of them speak before slipping into total darkness, disconnected from the real world and hopefully from his pain.


Dumbledore was in the headmaster's office examining his fingers while talking to himself when a loud shriek interrupted him.

"Yes, Helga, what's the matter?"

"Ha- Ha- Harry Potter fell down-."

"Everybody falls and the earlier Harry learns how to stand up himself the better," Dumbledore said.

"No!" Helga Hufflepuff protested. "He fell down from the head boy's staircase!"

Dumbledore didn't even have the time to think about why Harry was in Draco's room when he rushed off immediately to one of the highest tower in the whole castle. Before he left, however, he managed to ask Madam Pomfrey to prepare a bed in the hospital wing for Harry.

Dumbledore arrived five minutes later to find that an extremely pale Harry sprawled ungracefully on the floor. Dumbledore could see that Harry was lying in a small pool of blood coming from his lower body. Without further ado, he conjured up a stretcher for Harry, placed Harry on it carefully and levitated it all the way to the hospital wing.

A/N: Hi! This is my second fic. I know the first one is not finished yet but I cannot not write this story. It keeps bugging me. I wanna thank my loving beta Ayane. Thank you! Hope you guys like this fic. Review ok? Thanks!

Till next time then...