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Chapter Twelve The Quidditch

With the upcoming Quidditch game, Draco spent more and more time on the field. And Harry, refused to be alone, spent more time on the library. He found Hermione's company soothing. And right now, they were rediscovering why they became such a good friends.

It was because they had so many similarities. They were neglected by their boys to spend their own time in a boring way while they had their fun. Playing Quidditch. And while they were not practising, they would spend their time with the team to plan on the strategy.

"I really want to hex him." That was another similarity he found.

"Yeah, I understand. Men are jerks." Harry agreed with her in no time.

"They only have Quidditch in their head." Hermione complaining.

Nodding in sympathy, Harry started to complain too. "I swear that Draco has forgotten that I'm carrying his baby. He just stop giving me any attention I need. In my condition." Harry added after a second thought. It was true. Between the practises, the assignments, and the school, Draco was too tired to meet him up in the Gryffindor dorm.

"We have to do something drastic just to make us noticed. Don't you think it's pathetic? I mean look at us. We're attractive, intelligent and good… not bad looking. And we need to make the boys notice us."

"You can always do what I did. Redecorating is comforting. It lessen your stress and light up your mood." Harry suggested her.

Hermione laughed at the thought the two of them changing the Great Hall's decoration. "Oh no, Harry. It's not my style."

Harry was thinking hard when Hermione started talking again. "But maybe we could modify the plan a little."

"What do you mean?"

Smiling deviously wasn't a Gryffindor trait, but it fitted at that moment. We could change their hair. Theirs a little old fashion, don't you think so, Harry?"

"Yeah. I want to see Draco's reaction when he realized that he had my hair."

"So, we'll do it?"

They looked at each other and then shaking their head in the same time. "Nah, they will kill us."

Appeased after their had plan, even if they were not going to carry it out, they went back to the thick book in front of them. Hermione was reading the advance Transfiguration book while Harry had the Potions book. It only lasted a few minutes though before Hermione slammed her book closed. Ignoring Madame Pince's glare, Hermione put her had in the table.

"I'm so boring. I need to do something now."

"Yeah, me too." Some of the Gryffindors had asked Harry to come to the Quidditch practiced but Ron forbid them, saying that they would be mean to ask him to watch them play since Harry himself couldn't play. Although the real reason was Ron was afraid that Harry would throw another tantrum. And he didn't have Draco to save him.

"I thought you're giving Neville extra Potions course."

"I'm supposed to," Hermione sighed, "But more the a month ago, he came to me and said he didn't need it anymore."

"You got to be kidding."

"Nope, but he is getting better in that lesson."

Another silent moment.

"Oh, I'm sooooo boring. I wish something would happened and change my day."

"Be careful of what you're wish for, Hermione." Harry, sitting opposite the door, noticed a cross Slytherin girl coming to their table.

"There you are, Potter."

"Good afternoon yourself, Parkinson." Harry gave her a lazy smile.

"What have you done to my Draco?" Pansy Parkinson placed her hands on her hips. She was looking down at Harry and completely ignoring Hermione.

"Your Draco?" Harry lifted his left eyebrow. He felt anger started to fume inside of him. Anger. Not jealousy.

"My Draco." She pronounced it in a slow tone.

"Oh, please. It's not like you have a chance with him." Hermione was too glad to have the distraction to let the Slytherin ignored her.

"I almost have him."

"Almost is the keyword. Really, Parkinson. You should try other guys. Can't you see that you are definitely not his type?"

"I almost have him." She repeated stubbornly.

Hermione gave her an inquisitive look.

"My love will win his heart." Pansy said arrogantly.

"Your love for his fortune." Hermione turned to Harry. "Malfoy was the richest pureblood wizard family. And his family getting richer everyday."

"And I love him even more."

"He doesn't love you." Harry finally got his confidence back. Yes. It was anger. Not jealousy.

"You should really change your heart now. Or you lose any chance you might have." Hermione was secretly thinking her own words. "You could try Zabini. He's even nicer. A lot."

Pansy took the seat next to Hermione. "He's not my type. No offence, Porter," She smirked at Harry, "But black is sure not my type."

"How about red?" Harry returned her smirk.

"Weasley?" She said it as if it's a bad word. "I'm not into a poor one. Though red is sure more interesting than black."

"But the twin are getting richer every day, too. They are running a successful business."

Hermione was smiling at Harry's attempt to match the Slytherin with the devious Weasleys twin. Sure it will be interesting.

"If you like, we could arrange a date for you. But you have to chose which one you want. It might be a little confusing when you first meet them. But it will take a Gryffindor's bravery to handle one of them. So if you can't…" Hermione left the word unfinished.

"Is that a challenge, Granger? I'll show you what a Slytherin could do."

"OK. Let's get to the business. Just one more time, Parkinson, are you really sure you up to it?"

"Just wait and see."

"We need a plan." Harry said excitedly. "As much as you don't like them, they don't really fancy a Slytherin. And they don't like a set up date, either. So…"

Harry was extremely hungry tonight since he lost his appetite on lunch. He tried to finish his dinner as soon as possible. As much as he hated to admit it, he missed Draco. A lot.

"Slow down, Harry." Seamus teased him.

"People might think that you are so eager to meet Malfoy," Dean eyed him suspiciously.

"I'm hungry, that's all."

"Yeah, with all the calories and no Quid… exercise, you'll be fat." Seamus changed his words when Ron kicked him hard, they didn't dare to look at Harry's eyes.

Harry seemed to miss it and he didn't slow down. After finished his dinner, he left to the Potions' Master room.

The Potions' Master Room

Draco was having his dinner with his godfather and Sirius when Harry arrived.

"Have you finished?"

"Yes."

"Let's go." Harry pulled Draco to his feet but he can't move him even an inch toward the door.

"Harry, what do you think if we just stay here, tonight? Severus won't mind."

"What? But…"

"Come on, Harry. I'm tired and I'm not up for the walking. You can read the Potions books. I know you love Potions."

"I don't."

"Well, you study more for Potions and you do better."

"That's because I have more times. I don't have something better to do than read that damn books. And I can't FLY."

"Harry, please. I'm really tired. Can we…"

"NO. I could do it myself. Come on, Siri." Harry slammed the door shut. But a few second later the door was reopened and Harry's head appeared. "And I don't love Potions."

"I know he does." Draco told his godfather slowly.

"Are you sure you don't want to follow him?" Severus stared at his godson. "Who knows what stupid things he might do."

"Oh, like what?" Draco had his eyes closed. After a second thought he just got up and ran to follow Harry.

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"Harry?" Harry was walking to the entrance door when he heard his name called. He turned around and met Blaise's curious eyes. "Where's Draco?"

Harry just shrugged his shoulder.

"Do you mind if I go with you?"

Harry shrugged his shoulder once again.

They walked in silence.

"I haven't seen you lately. Are you busy?"

Blaise looked at Harry, surprise. "Yeah, I mean with Quidditch and stuff." He explained when he noticed Harry's confuse look. "I'm helping someone with Potions. You know that I'm not bad in Potions, right?"

"Aren't you busy with all the practises?"

"I can manage." Blaise was happy with Harry's sudden attention.

They arrived at the lakeside when Draco appeared.

"Malfoy." Harry was still angry with him. "Decided to show up?"

"Can't let you do the detention alone, Potter." Draco nodded to Padfoot. "You can leave us, Blaise." Draco glared at his best friend.

Shifting uncomfortably, Blaise silently questioned Harry if it would be fine if he leave and then decided to go back to his room. He couldn't defy his best friend as much as he wanted to stay with his crush.

Draco watched Harry's eyes following Blaise steps.

"What do you have in mind, Harry?"

"Nothing concerns you."

"Are you still angry at me?"

"No."

"Then talk to me."

"I bet you are tired, Draco. Why don't you go to bed?"

Draco silently followed Harry's angry steps. His eyes didn't leave Harry's rear. When Harry stumbled on his feet, Draco was fast to reach Harry and pulled him by his waist. Harry let himself being pulled and hugged. He was slightly dizzy and rested his head on Draco's shoulder.

"Be angry at me, Harry. But you have to be careful."

"I'm not angry at you. Anymore." Harry added it after the second thought.

"Oh," Draco smelt Harry's hair. "I miss you."

"Really? You could have fooled me. Seems like you try to avoid spending your times with me."

"What?"

"You didn't come to my room for three days, now. You didn't meet me at all outside the classes. It feels like all of a sudden I'm not worth your attention anymore."

"I have Quidditch practises and I do my assignments. That keep me busy but I do notice you. I keep watching you all the time."

Harry narrowed his eyes. "Blaise has time to tutor someone Potions."

"Are you suggesting that I'm lying? And why are you calling him by his first name."

Harry just shrugged his shoulder. "You're not flirting with those stupid girls, right?"

"What girls?"

"Those girls watching your practise. I bet they're fantasying you taken them flying in your broom."

Chuckling softly Draco hugged him tighter. "And how did you know, Harry?"

Harry buried his head on Draco's neck to hide his blushing face. "I watched you under my Invisibility Cloak."

"What?" Draco pushed him a little so that he could see Harry's eyes. "Don't you ever do that again, Harry."

"Why? So that you can…" Draco kissed him hard on Harry's mouth.

"I like it when you're jealous."

"I'm not."

Draco gave him the knowing smile. "Look, baby. If you were under the cloak, the bludger might hit you, and the Beater won't stop it cause they don't know that you're there. You might get hurt, and I don't want it to happen, OK."

Harry nodded his head.

"Promise me you won't do that again."

Harry nodded his head again.

"I want to win the game and make you happy."

"And you think beating my house make me happy?" Harry tried to break free but Draco held him tighter.

"You'd be happy if Weasley beat me?"

"It's not about you and Ron. I'll be happy if my house win."

"I want to win the game for you."

Harry looked into his eyes and found the sincerity there. He smiled softly. "That is so sweet. Thank you, Draco."

"Give me some time. Just until the game's over. I promise I would make it up to you." Draco's hand was rubbing Harry's back in a slow soothing way.

"But you don't need to practise that hard."

"Please, baby."

"But I miss you." Harry pouted.

"Pleaseeee?"

Sigh. "Fine. Just until the game finished." Harry let him kissed his forehead.

"I can see that you've done. Let's heading back." Sirius suddenly changed to his human form, surprising the boys. They had forgotten about Sirius at all.

Nodded, they followed Padfoot; Sirius had changed back, back to the castle. Padfoot and Draco escorted Harry to Gryffindor Tower before they went to the dungeon.

A week had gone since they have talked. True to his words, Harry gave Draco his time. He only went to Draco's room once, to take his choco chips. He only left one bag for Draco. It was hard not to see Draco but it was harder not to touch him, and kiss him, and…

The week went very slow for him. Harry spent the whole days with Hermione, and sometime Pansy joined them, planning about the date with one of the Weasley twins. It was rather difficult since she hadn't chosen which one.

He didn't get to meet Ron, and the rest of the Quidditch team until it was time for meals and sleep. Now he knew how lonely Hermione was when he was still in the Quidditch team.

Anyway, the Quidditch game would be held tomorrow. And as much as he missed Draco, he didn't know if the blond would be happy to see him in his room. So here he was ended.

He was in the dungeon. In the Potions Master's room. Brewing a potion. An extremely difficult one. With two pairs of eyes watching his every moves.

He was adding the last part when the door burst open. Turning around, he found Draco in a dishevel state. Harry left his cauldron and walked to Draco. Standing with his hands on his hips.

"Where have you been?" Harry asked him, eyes on Draco's flushed face.

"I'm looking for you. Granger said that she didn't see you after dinner and Weasley said you're not in your room."

"You met them?"

"Yup. No other girl. Or boy. I swear." He smiled when Harry blushed a little.

"Why are you looking for me?"

"I missed you. You didn't come to my room last weekend and tonight. And you took your chips stack." Draco's tone accused him.

"I thought you want me to stay away from you until the game's over."

"No way. I miss you, aren't you going to hug me?"

Harry closed the small distance between them. He kissed Draco softly.

"I looked for you in the library, I sneaked to your dorm, I even search to Blaise's room but I can't find you. I thought you might in the Quidditch pitch but you're not there. This is the last place I could think of and I ran my way here."

"What would I be doing in Blaise's room?" Harry smiled at him.

"Only because I refused to think of you at the Astronomy Tower."

"Oh."

"What are you doing here, any way?"

Harry freed himself from Draco's loose embrace and walked to the steaming cauldron.

"Severus made me brew this potion. He would give me ten points if I made if right."

"Severus?" Draco looked at his godfather, smirking at him.

"He is your godfather, and I spent too much time here to know him better."

"Looks like you won't gain any points now, Harry." The smile on the Potions Master's face scared Harry.

Harry studied his potion. He frowned and started blaming Draco. "It's all your fault. I do it right, measure it carefully and you came in just right for the last steps."

Draco kissed Harry on his mouth to stop his rambling. Then he felt Harry pushed him before he ran to the bathroom and threw up his dinner. Harry felt Draco's hand on his back, comforting him.

"I thought you have stop vomiting." He could hear the concern in Draco's voice.

"I did."

"What happen?"

Harry drank the water Draco handed to him before he answer. "I have stop eating the chips since three days ago."

"Why?"

"Because it makes me fat."

"What?" Draco looked at him as if his hearing fail him.

"Here." Harry put Draco's hand on his round belly. "See? I'm fat now."

"That's what happen to pregnant people." Sirius teased him.

"Are you OK, now?"

Harry nodded his head. They went back to the living room. Their godfathers had the same expression. Shaking his head, Severus swished his wand and… a big slice of chocolate cake appeared.

"Eat it, Harry. It only adds a little fat on you. Really, is that what Finnigan told you? That you are fatter now?" Severus frowned at him.

Harry's reddened face spoke for him.

They walked to Draco's room.

"I miss this place." Harry looked around.

"I miss you here."

Harry turned to Draco and suddenly he pushed Draco to the bed. He straddled him, and bent his head to kiss Draco hard on the mouth. His hands didn't stop undressing Draco.

"Harry stopped it. You're not well. We shouldn't be doing it now."

"But you miss me." Harry's answered was stifled since his mouth was busy licking Draco's navel.

"You need to rest." Draco's answered difficulty. He moaned when Harry's mouth went lower.

With the last ounce of his self-control he pulled Harry up and kissed his mouth. He could taste the chocolate. He startled when Harry struggled hard to break free from him, again. All he knew were the sudden loss of warm weigh on his body, the sound of someone vomit, and the sound of that someone cursing him. Well, it was his fault that Harry was pregnant now.

Draco went after Harry and carried him back to his bed. He changed Harry to his pyjamas and tucked him in.

"I think we better take a break for tonight. I felt insulted that every time I kiss you, you had the urge to vomit." Harry giggled softly. "Beside tomorrow is the big game. We need to rest."

Harry pulled him down to give him goodnight kiss before release him. Draco stripped his own clothes and slept in with only his boxers on.

"Sweet dreams, Harry." Draco whispered softly into Harry's ear. He slept in his favourite position, Harry in his embrace, just like his pillow.

Harry smiled at the excitement on his friends' faces. Actually, at the Quidditch team's eagerness to start the game. This is the first game when Harry didn't play with them.

Harry stole a glance at the Slytherin table and met two pairs of eyes. He smiled at them and went back to his meal.

"Harry, don't tell me that you're nervous." Hermione smiled at him.

"I'm not. I didn't get to play, remember." Harry pout.

"So why are you eating strawberry muffins? You love chocolate, remember." Harry could hear the laugh in her voice.

"I don't know. I just feel like it." Harry made funny face.

"Must be the baby," Hermione whispered so that only Harry could hear her. "Malfoy likes strawberry." She nodded to the Slytherin.

"Do you really think so?" Harry's eyes were so big now.

"You should read more, Harry." Hermione just shake her head.

"Harry," Dean called him and didn't give him any chance to answer her back, "Are you coming and supporting us?"

"Sure." Harry smiled at him. He will sit next to the Potions Master with Padfoot and Hermione, but their friends didn't need to know that.

Almost all the students were at the Quidditch stand looking forward to the game. Most of the teachers were there when Harry and Hermione arrived, with Padfoot next to them.

Fifteen minutes had gone and the Gryffindor were a head of the Slytherin with 60 to 40. Both team were playing cautiously, studying their opponent's strategy and carefully made their moves.

Harry watched with much thrill. He wished it were he that flying on his Firebolt, playing Slytherin. Both team had the same personnel except for Anthony Watson who replaced Harry.

Harry could see that Anthony was nervously watching every Draco's moves, instead of searching for the snitch.

"Oh, come on, Tony. You were supposed to look for the snitch not looking at Draco." Harry almost yelled.

"You're not a possessive one, aren't you, Harry?" Hermione laughed at him.

"Draco, find the snitch. Now." Harry jumped when Draco flew closed enough to hear him, completely and purposely ignoring her comment.

Draco slowed his broom and winked at Harry before flew to the other side of the field.

"Harry, you have to sit still. Don't endanger your baby." Severus told him calmly. He didn't really care who win the game, as long as the game was over and he could go back to his quarter.

Harry sat back before he turned to his Potions teacher and glared at him. "I'm perfectly fine and my baby is fine, too. Thank you." He caught Hermione's grin when he turned back.

"Draco," Harry jumped again, "Find the sn…" He suddenly lost his voice. Hermione caught him before he double over the floor. His hands were enclosing his stomach. His face was crumple with pain.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione panicky asked him. Severus and Padfoot were right at her side.

"Move, Grange. I'll take him to the infirmary." Severus pushed her slightly. Even his voice couldn't hide his worry.

The game was getting hot up now. Both team were more aggressive, trying to score as much as possible while the bludger kept getting in the way.

Draco scanned around but he didn't catch any glimpse of the gold little thing. His eyes landed on the teachers' stand but he couldn't find Harry. His heart beat harder now, and he couldn't help panic.

'There's something wrong.' Draco searched again but he didn't catch any glimpse of dark messy hair of Harry. 'Relax, Draco. He probably needs to pee. Or he just get bored watching the game.'

He didn't see Hermione and Severus, either. 'Is something happen to him? I shouldn't let him come here.' Draco was frightened now. 'Damn, I wish the game will be over soon.'

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