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CHAPTER 17

"Harry! Come back to bed," Blaise whined.

Harry was putting on his shirt. He smiled rather stiffly. "Blaise, please. I really, really feel like having some fresh orange juice right now. You know my cravings."

"You always do that," Blaise sulked.

"What's that supposed to mean? What do I always do?" Harry asked defensively.

"You know what I mean."

"No I don't so why don't you tell me?" he said with the little patience left in him. Pregnancy really does make a person angrier.

"You don't want to have sex with me."

Harry flinched at Blaise's blunt honesty. "That's not true." He lied.

"Yes it is and you know it! Why Harry? Tell me why. I want to know why you think I'm so disgusting that you refuse to have sex with me!"

"I'm just not ready for sex yet," Harry replied hotly.

"Not ready?" Blaise laughed. "We've been together for quite some time now and all we do is kiss! When are you going to be ready? I have needs too, Harry! And I've been trying to be a good boyfriend and wait until you're ready but you're still so obsessed with Draco! You can't get over him, can you?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Harry shouted, suddenly angry at Blaise for accusing him like that. "One minute you're Mr. Nice Guy and the next minute you're some super jealous boyfriend!"

"Oh so that's what I am to you. Mr. Nice Guy! And Draco is loverboy, right? Stupid Blaise is just a temporary substitute for Draco, who also happens to be the fucking love of your life."

"Will you stop acting like a jerk! Draco has nothing to do with this! Why do you have to keep bringing him into our conversation!"

Blaise sighed, "Oh trust me, Harry. Draco has everything to do with this mess. Deny all you want but you think about Draco all the time! You'll suddenly space out while I'm talking to you and you get all upset when I ask you what you're thinking."

Harry clenched his fist and took a step towards the door. He barely stopped himself from stomping his feet. This conversation was so bloody frustrating. Blaise was being absolutely unreasonable and unfair to him. He certainly did not think about Draco all the time. "Look, Blaise, I really don't want to have this conversation now. I'm going out," Harry's voice was strained.

"Typical Harry, always running away from everything. Just like you always run away from having sex with me, "Blaise said bitterly.

"WHY IS SEX SO IMPORTANT!" Harry shouted.

"Because it'll bring us closer together."

If it weren't for the seriousness of the situation and the fact that Harry was highly pissed off, he would have laughed out loud at Blaise's answer. It was so bloody lame and stupid. Not to mention extremely cheesy. "Bullshit. It looks like it's tearing us apart now."

"Well, it would have brought us closer if you weren't so fucking FRIGID!"

There was silence as Blaise's hurtful words sunk in.

"Oh, my God. I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean it to be like that." Blaise got up from the bed and went towards Harry hesitantly.

Harry's head was cast down. He put up his hand to stop Blaise from coming any closer to him. Then he looked up and glared at Blaise. His eyes were sparkling with barely suppressed anger and his lower lip was trembling uncontrollably. He took a step back and clutched the door until his knuckles turned white. Then he snarled, "Frigid? So that's what you always think of me, is it?"

"Harry, I'm really sorry. I'm an idiot."

"Is that so? You don't seem like an idiot to me, Blaise. You knew exactly what you were saying and you know what? I thought you were different but I guess it was all an act huh? The caring Blaise is just a goddamn mask and this is the real you. All you fucking Slytherins are the same! You're all heartless bastards! I wonder if Snape had some exclusive acting class for his precious Slytherins. You're all such good actors!"

"I-"

"Sex. Sex. Sex. That's all you ever think about, isn't it? You don't care about me or my children. And to think that I was seriously considering spending the rest of my life with you." Harry laughed bitterly. "Thanks for showing me the real you though."

"Calm down. You don't know what you're talking about."

"And you do? You are such a bloody hypocrite, Blaise. You were always saying how heartless or how much of a bastard Draco is but YOU ARE JUST THE SAME!"

"Let me explain."

"No! Fuck! This is just like the other time with Draco. I won't be so stupid this time. I won't listen to anymore of your fucking lies, Blaise. Have a nice life and just, just fucking leave me alone."

And with that, Harry turned and left, leaving Blaise alone in his apartment.

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Harry spent the next two hours wandering aimlessly in the streets. He was amazed by how much he missed when he was not paying any attention to what was going on around him.

He never knew there was a huge book store near his apartment and when he decided to waste some time in the store, he was shocked to find Justin Finch-Fletchley as the owner of the muggle book store. He never knew the street was so busy in the afternoon. Cars zoomed past him, unaware that they just passed a pregnant man. He never knew that so many people owned dogs in his neighbourhood until he saw the owners walking their dogs.

He looked at the unfamiliar faces around him. Happy face. Happy face. Happy face. Everyone on the street had a smile on their face, save for Harry and the beggar squatting next to the phone booth. Harry suddenly felt unbelievably angry. Why is everybody so happy? What the hell is worth being happy about? Dammit! I want them to feel what I'm feeling too! Oh God, I can't stand this Hufflepuff-like cheerfulness right now.

Harry felt rather shitty at that moment. After the initial anger and annoyance was over, he began to feel hate. He began to hate himself for being so self-centered. Who was he to decide who deserves to be happy and who doesn't? And he left Blaise alone in the apartment after yelling at him like a madman.

There was an old lady selling hot dogs and deciding that food will solve all his problems(his stomach thinking, of course), Harry went and bought two chili dogs from the kind-looking lady. The sight of food reminded Harry just how hungry he really was. Then he realised just how silly he'll look if not for the glamour charm that activates automatically every time he leaves the apartment. He was Harry Potter, the pregnant male saviour of the wizarding world, and he was living in a muggle community.

Sighing heavily, he brought the food to a nearby park. He sat down on the park bench carefully and began wolfing down the food to calm him protesting stomach while he thought over everything that happened that week.

It had been a terrible week for Harry.

First, he found out about the sex of his other baby. He had asked Hermione, Ron and Blaise to leave the room because he thought it was a rather private moment and the other person who was supposed to be with him had lost his right to do so. Blaise looked hurt when he was asked to leave and Hermione was being very understanding about the whole thing. Harry was really grateful for that.

It was a girl.

Frankly, he'd never gotten over the shock of being pregnant with twins. He didn't even know men could get pregnant before all this and suddenly someone tells him that his son created his daughter. What kind of fucked up shit is that? Being brought up by ignorant muggles really had a negative impact on Harry's wizarding "career". Magic never ceased to amaze him even after all those years.

Then Blaise had suddenly become a jerk. It wasn't the first time they argued about whether or not to have sex. It was as if Blaise only wanted Harry for sex and that was the thing that hurt most. Harry had been unwanted by the Dursley since he was a baby and when he thought he found someone that truly cared about him, the person turned out to be after something other than Harry's love.

It was exactly what happened with Draco.

The final blow came when the Daily Prophet reported that Wood was pregnant with Draco's child. Harry felt like killing himself at that moment. It was like the pain that he had so carefully hidden was finally boiling over and threatening to consume him. He always thought that male pregnancies only happened between soulmates. But Oliver is pregnant. With Draco's child.

Before that he could always pretend that it was all just a horrible dream. That Draco still loved him. That everything was not real. Afterall, it was how he lived through eleven years in the bloody cupboard under the stairs.

By simply pretending.

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Harry put his face in his face and sighed. He really shouldn't let himself feel that way. Not only was it unhealthy for himself, it could affect his babies too. Their marriage was over and nothing could have saved it. Draco had hurt, humiliated and betrayed him. Not once, but twice. He had cheated on Harry while he was pregnant with Malfoy children.

A loud hoot from above caught Harry's attention and he glanced up. Flying towards him was a familiar brown barn owl. It was Hermione's owl.

Harry groaned. It wasn't exactly the best time to deal with Hermione.

He untied the letter on the owl's leg and began to read.

Harry

Please come to Hogwarts now. Professor Snape wants to see you immediately. Please try to come as soon as you can. I've never seen him this worried before. Seriously.

I think something bad has happened to Malfoy.

And they couldn't find Oliver Wood anywhere.

Hermione

Harry crumpled the hurriedly scribbled note with trembling hands. He couldn't fathom what could have happened to Draco. As much as Harry 'hates' him, Draco was still very important to him and he wouldn't want anything bad to happen to him.

To Oliver Wood maybe, but not Draco.

And without another word, Harry flagged down a taxi to take him to King's Cross Station, praying that Draco was okay and Oliver Wood somehow died in a freak accident involving many sharp objects and a certain spider living in the forbidden forest.


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