Come What May

Come what may

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It was quite suddenly when Draco finally realised he was crying in the arms of Harry Potter. He got an immediate shock.

"Potter! Let go of me!" he cried out.

Harry stepped back. "But, but... Draco! I was just-"

"Silence! Never ever speak about this to anyone or I will curse you!" Draco yelled and he grabbed his robe and towel and ran out of the bathroom.

Left behind was a speechless and amazed Harry. He sighed. All he wanted to do was help Draco, he wasn't such a bad person after all. He was just afraid of admitting to himself he wasn't all that Slytherin. Harry stopped thinking of Draco, at least he tried to, and grabbed his belongings and went back to the Gryffindor commonroom.

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It was early morning and Harry was on his way to the Great Hall, together with his best friend Ron.

"Yesterday I heard that we're getting a new DADA teacher. What do you think Harry, shall professor Lupin be back fnally?"

Harry only half-heard Ron's words. He was too busy with looking for Malfoy at the Slytherin table.

"MALFOY!" Ron screamed.

Harry looked up to where his friend was staring at, only to be surprised by Malfoy senior, sitting at the Head Table.

"OH!MY!GOD! You're NOT going to tell me HE is our new DADA teacher!" Ron franatically screamed, while holding on to Harry's arm, pinching it close to purpleness.

"Urm- Ron," Harry tried to hush his friend, because everybody in the Great Hall was looking at them, including Lucius Malfoy.

"Ron! C'mon! Sit down!" Harry succesfully forced his friend to their place at the table and they started eating in silence.

"Wow. I just can't believe they made Malfoy our new DADA teacher. He's not someone to teach Defense against the Dark Arts, just someone to teach Dark Arts!" Ron said to Hermione, who nodded.

Ron had been nagging about how horrible he found Lucius for a few days and everybody had gotten fed up with Ron nagging. Even Hermione.

"Ron! Quit it! Yes. Lucius is horrible! Now stop it!"

Ron looked a bit surprised at Hermione. "Oh, urm, sorry."

They were sitting in the library and just now Lucius Malfoy made his entrance. Hermione mentally smacked Lucius on the head with a stick, because she knew how Ron's reaction would be to this. Lucius looked Death-Eater-ish at all the students who were working nd when he let his eyes rest on Ron's face he smiled weirdly.

"Well, goodmorning mister Weasly," Lucius said and smirked.

Hermione heard how Ron tried to keep breathing as Lucius Malfoy turned around and excited the library.

"RON! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ABOUT!" Hermione screamed.

* * *

Harry was thinking as he wandered through the corridors of Hogwarts. And he was thinking of Draco. He still felt guilty and he felt it as his duty to help Draco. After all, everything was his fault.

Suddenly Harry recognised a voice around the corner. Draco's voice.

"Draco, you need to forget this. You must go on! Forget Jamie! You must punish Potter!"

Harry heard some soft sobbing.

"But- but, father! I can't possibly forget Jamie."

Jamie? Harry thought, who's Jamie?

"No but's Draco, you must obey me. And you'll see. It's for your own good."

Lucius coughed and walked away, leaving Draco lonesome and crying behind.

Harry walked up to Draco.

"Draco, sorry, but I overheard your conversation with your father. But who's Jamie?" Harry said this so softly and looked so concerned that Draco just had to answer.

"You said you knew, didn't you Potter? Well, Jamie is my son." Harry gasped. "Was, he was my son," Draco corrected himself.

"You... You were pregnant?"

Draco nodded. "But you knew, didn't you?"

Harry shook his head. "I thought you were a Veela! Because I read that Veela's are very sensitive when it comes to spells and curses. So, I thought..."

Draco smirked. "A Veela? Didn't knew you found me so attractive, Potter!"

Harry blushed.

"So. You really find me attractive?"

Harry coughed loudely. "No! I just feel so guilty! I-I never realised I hurted you so bad. I'm so so sorry, Draco!"

Draco smiled weakly. "Yeah, well, it's not your fault anyway. It's my bloody father. He's shagging everybody he runs into and when I get pregnant, all he can do is make my life as miserable as possibly. This accident came in handy for him. He wouldn't have wanted a bastard grandson!"

Harry saw a tear cloud in Draco's eye. All he wanted to do was hug the blonde boy.

"But why don't you run away from your father? You'll be independent!"

"'Cause we're living in a material world, and I'm a material boy!" Draco sang and blew Harry a kiss. He turned around and ran towards the Slytherin dungeons.

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