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Chapter Thirteen The Blackmail

Draco was running as fast as he could to the Infirmary as if his life was depending on it. He was beyond panic when he ran to his room and didn't find Harry there. The second place he could think of was his godfather's room but nobody was there. So his last chance, before he searched the whole castle, was the Infirmary.

He opened the door to the Infirmary and was relieved to find Harry was there. On the bed. Unconscious.

Draco went to Harry's side. Severus, Sirius, Hermione, and, surprisingly enough, Ron was there.

"What happen to him?"

"Oh, nothing to worry about, Draco." Severus said quietly.

"Then what happen? Why is he unconscious?"

"It's your baby," Hermione gladly filled him in. "Seems like the baby's magic shock him."

"Or Harry was too excited and the baby didn't approved. And he choose the hard way to let him know," Sirius smiled.

"What's wrong with the baby?" Draco's worried eyes never leave Harry's face. "Isn't it too early for his magic to grow?"

"Don't worry too much, Mr. Malfoy. They are fine and he is just sleeping." Madame Pomfrey suddenly showed up. "But he will awake any time soon."

Draco took the empty seat next to Harry's bed.

"You should take a shower, Malfoy." Ron shook his head. "Do you really think that Harry would want to hug the sweaty smelly Slytherin?"

"He…" Draco stopped when he caught Harry's moves. "Harry?"

It took some times for Harry to gain his thought. He remembered watching the game. And the pain.

"Harry, baby, are you OK?" Draco bent to get closer to Harry.

"Draco?" Harry put his hand around Draco's neck and pulled him down. He kissed Draco's nose. "I'm fine. I guess our baby was trying to hex me."

When Draco looked a little worried Harry took Draco's hand and put it on his stomach. "Can you feel it? I think the baby's playing Quidditch in my stomach. Draco, can you feel it?"

"Well, you need to accept the magic, Harry, to embrace it. Not object it," Hermione told him. "Then you could feel your baby."

Harry's eyes didn't leave Draco for a minute, and he noticed that Draco was too stunned to answer. Under his hand he could feel his baby's magic was growing, mingling with Harry's and touching his own. It was comforting, like… like the baby was saying hello to him.

"Are you OK?" Harry turned around, to ask somebody in the room what had happen to Draco.

"I'm fine, it's just… it's so wonderful, babe." Draco bent down his head to kiss Harry's stomach.

"Can I touch it, too?" Hermione looked embarrassed to ask, but her curiosity won.

"Sure." Harry laughed at her discomfort.

"Just don't walk around let people touch your belly, Harry." Severus' tone was light but serious.

"I know." Harry turned to Draco, "How's the game?" He asked him in a sleepy voice.

"I caught the snitch." Draco smiled proudly.

"Only by 300 to 260. He gave us enough time to score." Ron smiled at them. He knew he didn't have much chance without Harry in the team.

"That long, Draco?" Harry playfully smirked at him.

"I got distracted when I didn't see you." Draco confessed, making funny face that made Harry laughed.

"You noticed him missing? With those crazy girls screaming your name?" Severus couldn't help teasing him.

Draco glared at his godfather while Sirius, stood at the other's side of Harry, only smirking at him. His eyes were telling him don't bother to deny. We were there, we heard, and we know.

"Since we know that you'll survive, I have other better things to do," Severus said lightly, "Come on, Black."

"His name is Green," Harry's reply was brushed away, as if it wasn't spoken.

"I'm glad that you're OK," Draco buried his face in the joint of Harry's neck and shoulder.

"You need to shower." Harry ruffled Draco's hair.

"I told him so." Ron shook his head.

"Time for dinner, Harry. Then you can leave to your room." Madame Pomfrey handed Draco a tray of food. She shooed the other out of the room.

"Stay for dinner, Draco." Harry smiled; they were left alone now since it was time for dinner.

"Well, like you said, I need to shower."

"Have dinner with me, and I'll have shower with you." Harry blushed a little at his own offer.

Draco pretended thinking the offer but ended up getting hard himself.

Draco took his time to soap Harry's body and washed his hair. He messaged his head gently until he heard Harry's soft moan.

"My turn." Harry whispered to Draco and reached for the soap. He let the water ran slowly rinsed him clean while his hand roamed all over Draco's body.

They were kissing until the water clean them thoroughly.

"Draco. I want you, now."

"Hmm?"

"Inside me, now. Please."

Harry face was flushed from the warm watered and his eyes were misty from the lust. Without any word Draco carried Harry and put him slowly on his bed. He didn't mind the wet floor and the damp bed.

"Are you sure, Harry?"

Harry moved his hip. "I'm sure I can get someone who willing to do me just in the next door." He smiled when Draco glared at him.

Harry started moving his hip again and pleading when Draco didn't move.

Draco looked down and feeling his shaft hardening at the sight before him. Harry spread his legs wide while his hands clutching the sheet.

Draco slowly went down and licked Harry's entrance. He could feel Harry's relax body opened for him. He only used his saliva as lube.

Harry's moans filled the room. He urged Draco to just get inside in. "I want it too much it hurts. Please, Draco. Now."

"A little too demanding, aren't you?" Draco chuckled softly when he crawled up to kiss his round stomach before he met Harry's sweet mouth.

Draco was caught in surprised when Harry pushed him around and straddled him.

Smirking, Harry said in victory. "I want you. Now." Harry's hand reached back to grip on Draco's shaft and slowly directed it to his entrance. He slowly pushed back until Draco was in him completely.

Moaning in contentment, Harry leant back to kiss Draco. "It feels good."

"Yeah, it feels fucking good." Draco's hand prevented Harry to move too fast. "Go slow, baby."

"But, I want it fast. And hard." Harry fought Draco's hand but failed. He could only go very slowly.

They stopped in shock when suddenly the door burst opened, revealed a rather drunk Blaise.

"Draco what are you doing here. We have a party, mate. Let's get…" Blaise stopped when he's eyes focus on Harry on top of his friend. "Oh, shit."

Harry and Draco stared at each other and laughed when the door slammed shut.

"A little exhibitionist aren't you, Harry?"

"What?" Harry blushed when he noticed that he had come all over Draco's chest. "I'll clean it up for you."

Harry bent and licked Draco's body as far and as low he could go without actually let Draco slipped out from him. He moaned when Harry licked him.

The nice weight gave Draco the additional sensation. He could feel Harry's round belly bump into his flat one. His son, he sure the baby was a boy and he refused to think other than that, was growing inside of Harry. He could feel the magic growing in Harry. His son and his Harry. The thought somehow made Draco happy and he came screaming Harry's name.

"You are getting better, Harry."

"Do you think so?" Harry clenched Draco's now soft penis, not ready yet to let him go.

"Yup." Draco rolled around with Harry in his arm. "Now, you rest." He gave Harry a quick kiss before pulled out from him.

"Where are you going to?" Harry's sleepy voice asked him.

"I need to clean up a bit." Draco fought the urged to smile when Harry's giggle reached his ears.

The air in the Potions classroom was lighter than usual. Probably because the Slytherin just win the Quidditch game against Gryffindor and thus they would win the Quidditch cup.

Harry sat next to Neville, they had done their Potions perfectly, there's no reason for the Potions Master to take points from them, or so they thought. Boring, Harry tried to attract Draco who sat three seats away from him.

"Ten points from Gryffindor, you should learn to focus on your classes, Mr. Potter." Severus smirked at the shocked face of Harry Potter.

"What? But I've finished the potions." Harry answered disbelievingly.

"Feeling generous today, Mr. Potter?" Severus' voice was serious now, he didn't like when his students questions his authority.

Neville was desperately holding Harry's hand to stop him from answering back when Blaise hold his hand.

"Er, Professor?"

"Ten points, Mr. Zabini. Not a student from my own house disturbs my lesson." Severus walked to the front of the class. "Class dismiss. Keep your potions. We'll test it on the next class."

"That's what I want to tell him," Blaise let out a suffering sighed, although he caught Neville sympathetic look.

It was the first time Blaise made any moves toward Harry after three days avoiding Harry and Draco. He hate to stay away from Harry but he have to or else he would kiss him now that he knew Harry fancy a boy and a Slytherin. Or he might cursed Draco for making him a fool, telling him about his feeling while he knew that Harry was taken. By Draco himself.

The Potions Master's Room

"HOW COULD YOU?" Harry screamed at the top of his lung, he pointed his wand dangerously at the Potions Master.

"What did you do wrong now, Severus?" Sirius asked sweetly, he walked to his godson offering his comforting embrace.

Severus just ignored them, sipping his tea and reading his book in a calmness that infuriated Harry even more.

"He took points of my house. Again. Ten points." Harry said in short angry sentences between his hiccups. "He didn't give me any points and now he took points from my house. My friends would hate me. And I didn't even do anything wrong. I even finish my potions."

Sirius stroked Harry's head gently. "Your friends would never hate you, Harry. Besides, it's Severus. You know how he is."

"Stop talking as if I'm not here," Severus glared at them, putting away his half drank tea and his book. "And I took points from my own house. So we're even."

"But he didn't give me any points." Harry told Sirius.

"You took points from your own house?" Sirius asked him disbelievingly.

"Because Zabini wanted to tell him that class time was over." Draco grinned at him. He kicked the door shut.

Harry ran to Draco and told him the same things he told Sirius. By the time he finished, he had red eyes and red nose and his hiccups subdued.

Severus gave up under three pairs of accusing eyes. "Fine, if we test your potions and you did it right, I'll give you back your ten points."

"Okay." Harry looked at Draco in his eyes, "Can we go back to your room? I want the chips."

Draco held Harry's hand and led him to the door. He turned to his godfather and winked at him, "You know that harmony in bedroom is important, right?"

They looked at each other when the door was closed, leaving them alone. Sirius walked to Severus and sat at his lap.

"I never thought that I'll say this, but I think your godson is right." Sirius smiled at him, "I can't have you take it on Harry when you're frustrated."

"I didn't," Severus grumbled, but didn't stop Sirius' hand. He easily lifted Sirius and carried him to the bedroom. Harmony in bedroom, and he need Draco to tell him.

That night after he had made up his mind, Blaise knock Draco's door, not wanting to run into the other night incident. He opened the door when he heard Draco's voice, letting him in.

The sight almost made him pulled out his wand and hex Draco. Or better hit him till he blooded and bruised. 'But Harry won't like it.' He sighed.

They were on Draco's bed. Draco's head was on Harry's lap, a book in one hand while Harry's hands were caressing Draco.

"Oh, hello Blaise." Harry gave him a small shy smile.

"You look good, Harry."

"Thank you." Harry blushed deeper. And Draco didn't like it. Only he had the rights to make Harry blushed. Slowly Draco sat up. His eyes never left Blaise's.

The room was awkwardly silent. Harry could feel the tense building up inside the two of them and he didn't know how to ease them.

"Can I talk to you in private, Draco?" Blaise asked him coldly.

"Sure." Draco kissed Harry's cheek. "Try to get some sleep, babe."

Harry only nodded his head. He watched the supposed best friend looked daggers at each other.

~Ö~

"What do you want?" Draco asked when they reached the empty common room. It was long after curfew anyway.

"Oh, is it that obvious?" Blaise gave him mocking smile.

"Just spit it out already. I want to go back to my Harry." It was Draco's time to smile.

Blaise glared at him. "You knew I want him."

"I have him before that."

"So, it was you."

"What?"

"The ring and those roses."

Draco only smiled at him.

"I want to date him."

"I thought I've told you that he's mine."

"Just a date, Draco. Or do you want you parents to find out?"

Draco just sighed. He wondered what Blaise would do if he told him that his parents not only knew but also approved. But he decided that the whole world didn't have to know about it.

"Just one." Draco growled. He went back to his room, ignoring whether Blaise followed him or not.

"But you're not following us, Draco." Blaise's sweet voice trailed behind him.

"Harry." Draco smiled assuredly at him.

Harry was smiling at him, too. He was wearing Draco's dark blue pyjama. Only a little to big for him but hid his belly nicely. He had the blanket pulled around him.

"Have you finish the gay talk, oops I mean the guy talk. What ever." Harry gestured his hand to dismiss it as if he didn't care.

"Are you talking to me, Harry? Or talking about me?" Draco chuckled softly. His eyes were glinting mischievously.

Suddenly Draco was at Harry's side. His hands were roaming Harry's body, tickling his weak points.

Harry was all squirming and squealing, begging Draco to stop. "Please, Draco. It's tickling. Stop it. Aaa…" Harry laughed when he was suddenly at Draco's lap. He hid his face at the crook of Draco's neck.

Draco was only laughing until his eyes caught Blaise's eyes staring at Harry's long pale feet hungrily. Harry only had his top pyjama and his boxers to sleep on.

Slowly Draco put Harry back to bed and pulled the blanket to cover Harry from toes to his chest, effectively blocking Blaise's sight from his Harry.

"Blaise was wondering if you would like to come with him to Hogsmeade," Draco's voice was tight, almost forced.

"Are you coming?" Harry looked at Draco, understood that there was some unwritten agreement between the two of them.

"No, I have things to do." Again Draco's voice was forced.

"Things?" Harry teased him.

"Hmm, you smell good," Draco kissed him, "Yeah, you remember that I'm a Head Boy with responsibility."

"I understand," Harry faked sad voice and turned to Blaise, "What will we do there?"

"I need to get some things. Maybe you can give me some advice," Blaise smiled, ignoring Draco's snort.

"When will we be going?"

"Friday after class, if it's not a bother."

"OK. I could do some haircut, anyway."

"No you won't," Draco ruffled Harry's hair, "I love your hair."

Blaise rolled his eyes before he stood up, ready to leave before Harry changed his mind, "I'll see you then."

"I'll walk you out," Draco's unfriendly tone didn't change his mood.

"Bye, Draco." Blaise sneered at him.

"I'll kill you if you touch him." Was Draco's retort before he shut the door closed.

"What do you think, Draco?" Harry showed him the robes he chose. "This blue one, or this dark red."

"You are so not going to wear the ones my mother bought for you." Draco cursed the possessive tone in his voice.

"Why not?"

"You never wear them for me."

"Well, they were going out robes. And I've spent my last three months here."

"They were nice." Draco said dejectedly.

"Which one?"

"All of them."

Harry was eyeing him suspiciously. He took the green robe, the one he wore on their bonding day, and turned to Draco.

"Or this one?"

"You are not wearing it for him."

"But I look good in it."

"Harry, why are you trying this hard? Is there something you didn't tell me?"

"I just want to make you jealous," Harry smirked at him but caught off guard when Draco kissed him hard on his mouth.

"I am already."

Harry noticed the distress in his voice, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't make fun of this." He put his head on Draco's shoulder, "But who would want me now that I'm pregnant, ugly and fat."

Draco laughed softly, "He doesn't know that you're pregnant and he thinks that you're wonderful. And pregnant or not, I know that you're wonderful."

Harry looked at Draco's in his eyes and made his decision. "Lend me your robe," Harry unbuttoned Draco's robe, "I would wear mine only for you."

Draco sat on Harry's bed, only in his muggle clothes, watching Harry brushed his hair. "Just don't let him kiss you, Harry, or I'll kill him."

Harry turned to Draco, faking his surprise, "Draco, he is your best friend. I won't let him do that to me." He kissed Draco's forehead, "Be good, and I might get you something."

Draco just sighed when Harry left him.

~Ö~

Harry was just walked through the portrait when he caught Blaise leant on the wall, waiting for him.

"Blaise, I thought I'll see you at the Great Hall."

"Sorry, I can't wait to see you." Blaise noticed that Harry was wearing Draco's robe but wisely said nothing. "Ready to go."

"Yes." Harry nodded his head. Draco's robe was a bit bigger for him and covered his belly so he was not afraid of anyone found out about him being pregnant.

Enthusiastically, Blaise held Harry's hand and practically dragged him when they turned at the corner and bumped to Neville who was going back to the common room.

"Blaise…" Neville's cheery voice surprised him. "What are you doing here? I was about to…" Neville stopped when he eyed the holding hands.

"Neville." Blaise looked a little guilty in Harry's opinion. "I can't help you with Potions today, I have…"

"It's OK." Neville cut him. "I was looking for you, actually. I want to tell you that I don't need your help anymore." Sounded so rude even on his own ear he hastily added, "I mean… I can't took your time anymore, you need to study for the NEWT's."

"What?" Blaise was trying to hold his anger. Just one time absence and he didn't need me anymore?

"Actually we're going to Hogsmeade, would you like to come with us?" Harry smiled brightly at him.

"I can't, you see that I have to…"

Harry waved his free hand, "But you and Blaise doesn't have study appointment today, come with us. The more people the more fun."

"No," Neville started to walk, "I really can't. Have fun you two." He gave them small forced smile before he turned his back.

They were standing there, looking at Neville's fading form until Harry shook Blaise's hand. "I don't mind if you want to stay."

Blaise looked vacantly at Harry. Enjoying Harry's soft smile before he shook his head. "Nope, we have a date, remember?"

They walked in silence to the Hogsmeade. "So, what you want to buy, Blaise?"

"Er?"

"Well, you said you need my advise to by something. What kind of thing?"

"I don't know." Blaise was thinking hard before he smile, "That's why I need you. Actually I kind of like someone and I don't know what thing that would make him happy."

"What? How could I know? Even Draco would willingly tell you that my taste is terrible."

"Problem is he is a Gryffindor. Who know better than a Gryffindor, right?"

"A Gryffindor, huh?" Harry grinned at him. "Our year?"

"Yup." Blaise nodded his head obediently.

"Oh, my God." Harry close his mouth with one hand, his eyes were big from horror.

For an instance Blaise thought that Harry would know he was the one he liked. But "Tell me it's not Ron, please." was really not what he wanted to hear.

"Nope."

"Good," Harry giggled, "You would have two people hexed you, if you do."

"Oh, who?"

"Ron and Hermione." Harry's innocently said, as if it was obvious.

Of course.

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