"Getting Back Out There", Chapter Eight
I will eventually learn how to write a happier story! Maybe when I do the sequel, it'll be at least a bit happier. :) Just as an FYI, I have this chapter done and I'm working on chapter nine. I'm thinking about making it through chapter 10 and then doing a sequel. However, the sequel will just be a continuation, directly after most likely. I'm thinking I will just break it up because this one has been focusing more on Harry "getting back out there" and the next will have a different focus. Sound good? :)
Title: Getting Back Out There.
Author: xXJail_BirdXx
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me.
Main Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry has lost their first child due to a Quidditch incident. Will Harry and Draco's relationship survive? Will they try again? Will Harry ever be able to play Quidditch again?
Author's Note: This story is going to take place around 6th year, but don't expect it to go along with the real story in any way.
Chapter Eight
Seventh year started and both Harry and Draco had gotten caught up on all their work to be able to be with their normal classes again. Draco was ecstatic with how the year was beginning and so was Harry. Their relationship had finally gotten back to where it was before. They were just as close if not closer than they had been before. Both boys were back to class and back to sneaking around to see one another. Once the summer had ended, Dumbledore decided the boys no longer needed their own room. Although he knew that if the boys were going to be together, they’d find a way, he still felt it was unnecessary to be the one providing them with a room.
The two boys decided to meet each other at their spot in the forest about a month into the school year. Most nights, the boys would meet there, set up their ‘bed’ and pounce on one another. This night was no different. Harry laid back on the blanket as Draco lingered above him. He kissed Harry’s ear and neck, nibbling just a bit. He moved down to his chest, beginning to suckle gently on one of Harry’s nipples. He felt Harry tense.
“What’s wrong?” Draco asking, stopping.
Harry shook his head, “Nothing, it just was a bit sore.”
Draco held back a smile. With as much attention as he had been paying to Harry, and Harry’s nipples, he wasn’t surprised they were sore. Draco moved down, kissing Harry’s stomach. He was happy Harry had finally gotten his appetite back. He was now eating like a typical growing boy and Draco could tell. Harry’s body was no longer sunken it, but had almost a curve to it. Draco continued kissing down every inch of Harry’s body. Draco loved how it looked now, finally back to how it looked a year ago. Harry giggled a bit as Draco’s kisses moved down farther. Draco did his normal spell before entering Harry.
By the end of their connection, Draco noticed Harry was in tears.
“What’s wrong?” Draco asked, concerned.
“Nothing. Nothing at all. I’m not really sure why I’m crying. Just a buildup of emotions, I guess.”
Draco wiped Harry’s eyes and held him until they both fell asleep.
When Draco woke up the next morning, Harry was down by the lake by himself. Draco wasn’t quite sure why Harry had gone over to the lake, but didn’t want to question it. Harry took a lot of time to himself. Not enough to worry Draco, but enough for him to notice. Therefore, he decided to let Harry take his time alone while he got dressed and wandered through the forest a bit. It was a Saturday morning and therefore no classes, so neither boy had anywhere to be but with each other.
Draco walked through the forest, admiring the trees and the wild animals. He knew better than to wander too deep into the forest, but he knew it was safe to walk through some of the areas. He thought about his relationship with Harry and how much they had progressed. Harry still had his moments and Draco figured those were mainly the times when Harry went off on his own. Draco still had him moments as well and this would end up being one of them.
It was now mid-September. He imagined Harry being over eight months pregnant. He imagined how nervous he would be about the baby coming so soon. However, he still couldn’t seem to figure out what emotion he felt the most because he felt so many. He felt guilty at not knowing that Harry could get pregnant and not having taken the necessary precautions. He felt sad that they had lost their child. He felt happy that he wasn’t about to become a teenage father. He felt depressed watching Harry get so upset some times. He felt scared that Harry would leave him because he wasn’t ready to have children yet. He also felt nervous that Harry would do something drastic and it’d be too late for Draco to stop it.
By the time Draco wandered back, with a few hand-picked wild flowers in hand, Harry was once again sitting on their blanket, just staring at the water. Draco silently sat down next to Harry and placed the flowers on his lap.
“Thank you, Draco,” Harry said without looking at Draco.
Draco lifted Harry’s chin with a finger and turned him towards him. His eyes were red and it was obvious a few blood vessels had been broken across his cheeks. This wasn’t that abnormal for Harry lately. Draco had gotten used to it. Whenever Draco decided to question it, Harry claimed it happened when he cried too much. That wasn’t very believable to Draco though. Even when Harry was sobbing every day quite a few months ago, his face never looked like this.
“Harry, what’s wrong?” Draco asked sincerely.
“Nothing new, Draco.”
That was Harry’s typical phrase lately: “nothing new.” Draco never really understood what that meant, but he didn’t want to pry.
“I think I’m going to sleep some more,” Harry told him.
It was habitual of Harry to take a nap in the afternoon, so Draco wasn’t surprised.
“Maybe you should go back to the castle and sleep,” Draco told him.
“Why?”
“Well, you can stay here but I’m not tired. I’m not going to just lay here while you sleep.”
Harry seemed hurt, “Why not?”
“Because Harry, what’s the point in just sitting here on a Saturday while you sleep?”
“I thought you liked watching me sleep?” Harry was clearly upset.
“I do, typically. It’s just…it’s Saturday afternoon. I’d rather not spend it just sitting here.”
“Fine! Just go ahead and leave. Spend your Saturday doing what you want to do,” Harry shouted before rolling over on the blanket, turning away from Draco.
Draco hung his head. This, too, wasn’t that uncommon of Harry lately. Whenever Draco spoke of leaving him to go somewhere, Harry got hurt and angry and told him to just go. He associated it with the day he left Harry before. He still thought Harry was being a bit too sensitive about it all, though, but wasn’t going to argue. Instead, Draco leaned down and kissed Harry’s forehead and went off to the Great Hall for lunch.
Upon entering the Great Hall, he saw Ron and Hermione sitting together, talking. Over the summer, their relationship had finally begun to bloom. They now spent nearly every moment together, giggling, kissing, holding hands. Although it got to be a bit much sometimes, Draco couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He and Harry had gotten to a better part in their relationship, but he still missed the days when they didn’t have a care in the world. He missed when it was just the two of them and there weren’t any problems.
“Mind if I join?” Draco asked the two lovebirds.
“Not at all! Please, sit,” Hermione said with a smile on her face.
“Where’s Harry at?” Ron asked
“Taking a nap in the forest.”
“He takes a nap nearly every day now. What happened to the old Harry that couldn’t sit still for five minutes?” Ron asked, shaking his head.
“Have either of you noticed anything, I don’t know, off about Harry lately?” Draco asked.
Hermione and Ron looked at one another, obviously connecting in some way.
Hermione sighed and turned towards Draco, “We have actually. I’m sure it’s all stuff you’ve noticed too, but we have been getting a bit concerned. Like Ron just said, Harry doesn’t seem to get out and do much anymore. If he’s not with you or in class, he just comes back to the commons room and sleeps. Plus, we both feel like we have to walk on eggshells around him. The moment we say anything negative, he either gets angry or starts crying. Ron says Harry is up and out of bed every morning before he gets up himself. That he returns to the commons room a bit later and waits for class.”
Draco noticed the commonality between what she was saying and everything from this morning. “When he comes back, can you tell that blood vessels are broken on his face?”
Ron nodded, “He says it’s from him crying. I guess he uses the morning to sulk.”
Hermione shook her head, “That didn’t happen before when he was depressed and locked in his room. His face was never like that and I know he was crying all the time.”
Ron nodded again, “That’s just what he says. Maybe it’s from lack of sleep? I hear him get up numerous times at night. He disappears for a bit and comes back and goes back to sleep. He doesn’t seem to eat like he was beginning to either.”
Draco was confused, “He does eat though and his body shows that he’s putting weight back on.”
“Yes, but if you notice, he often picks at his food. Maybe it’s just from so many years of eating with him, but we’ve just noticed he isn’t eating like he used to,” Hermione pointed out.
The three of them continued talking for another hour or so, going over everything each of them had noticed.
“I think Harry is sinking back into a depression of some sort. Or maybe he never got out of it and he’s just trying to hide it,” Draco told them. “Whatever it is, I think we need to sit down and talk with him.”
Hermione and Ron both agreed. They decided that Draco would convince Harry to come to the room of requirement that evening and Hermione and Ron would be waiting for them. Some sort of an intervention was needed.
By the time the evening rolled around, Draco had convinced Harry to forgive him for earlier. He had also convinced Harry that they should try out the room of requirement instead of going outside that night. Harry put up a bit of a fight, saying he liked to sleep outside with the trees and the lake, but Draco eventually convinced him that they should stay in.
Draco led the way into the room where Ron and Hermione were already sitting.
“What’s going on here?” Harry questioned right away.
“We just want to talk to you,” Hermione said.
“Yeah, mate, we just want to talk,” Ron added.
Harry instantly turned to walk out, but Draco stopped him. “Please, just talk with us.”
Harry reluctantly agreed to talk and sat down in the circle with the three of them.
“We’ve been noticing some differences in you, Harry,” Draco started.
“Like what?”
“Like you get up quite often in the middle of the night, and you’re always up early,” Ron told him.
“Then you come back and the blood vessels in your face are broken and then you just sleep all day,” Hermione added.
“You get upset or angry over any little thing we say,” Draco pointed out.
“Even your eating habits are different,” Ron told him.
“I’ve been eating!” Harry stated.
“Yes, but not like you used to,” Hermione told him.
Draco grew quiet, thinking about all of this.
“I get up at night to go to the bathroom, that’s all. It’s the same thing in the morning. I get up and go to the bathroom and spend some time by myself. The blood vessels breaking is just from me crying, I’ve told you that. I sleep because I’m tired. Lately I just can’t seem to get enough sleep, but what’s wrong with that? I’ve been eating just fine!” Harry stood up and pulled his shirt up to reveal his very slightly rounded stomach. “Look how much weight I’ve put back on in the past few months. I just don’t eat everything that I used to. Some of it just doesn’t appeal to me anymore.”
Ron and Hermione nodded, trying to understand all that he was saying. Draco remained quiet.
“Draco?” Hermione asked.
Draco continued to stare off into space.
“I gave you an explanation for everything. What more do you need to know?” Harry asked.
“I don’t know, Harry,” Hermione said and Ron nodded in agreement.
“There’s one more thing I need to know,” Draco finally said.
“What?” Harry asked, almost angry.
“Are you pregnant?”
Harry got quiet and you could see the blood drain from his face as he sat in the chair.
Title: Getting Back Out There.
Author: xXJail_BirdXx
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me.
Main Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry has lost their first child due to a Quidditch incident. Will Harry and Draco's relationship survive? Will they try again? Will Harry ever be able to play Quidditch again?
Author's Note: This story is going to take place around 6th year, but don't expect it to go along with the real story in any way.
Chapter Eight
Seventh year started and both Harry and Draco had gotten caught up on all their work to be able to be with their normal classes again. Draco was ecstatic with how the year was beginning and so was Harry. Their relationship had finally gotten back to where it was before. They were just as close if not closer than they had been before. Both boys were back to class and back to sneaking around to see one another. Once the summer had ended, Dumbledore decided the boys no longer needed their own room. Although he knew that if the boys were going to be together, they’d find a way, he still felt it was unnecessary to be the one providing them with a room.
The two boys decided to meet each other at their spot in the forest about a month into the school year. Most nights, the boys would meet there, set up their ‘bed’ and pounce on one another. This night was no different. Harry laid back on the blanket as Draco lingered above him. He kissed Harry’s ear and neck, nibbling just a bit. He moved down to his chest, beginning to suckle gently on one of Harry’s nipples. He felt Harry tense.
“What’s wrong?” Draco asking, stopping.
Harry shook his head, “Nothing, it just was a bit sore.”
Draco held back a smile. With as much attention as he had been paying to Harry, and Harry’s nipples, he wasn’t surprised they were sore. Draco moved down, kissing Harry’s stomach. He was happy Harry had finally gotten his appetite back. He was now eating like a typical growing boy and Draco could tell. Harry’s body was no longer sunken it, but had almost a curve to it. Draco continued kissing down every inch of Harry’s body. Draco loved how it looked now, finally back to how it looked a year ago. Harry giggled a bit as Draco’s kisses moved down farther. Draco did his normal spell before entering Harry.
By the end of their connection, Draco noticed Harry was in tears.
“What’s wrong?” Draco asked, concerned.
“Nothing. Nothing at all. I’m not really sure why I’m crying. Just a buildup of emotions, I guess.”
Draco wiped Harry’s eyes and held him until they both fell asleep.
When Draco woke up the next morning, Harry was down by the lake by himself. Draco wasn’t quite sure why Harry had gone over to the lake, but didn’t want to question it. Harry took a lot of time to himself. Not enough to worry Draco, but enough for him to notice. Therefore, he decided to let Harry take his time alone while he got dressed and wandered through the forest a bit. It was a Saturday morning and therefore no classes, so neither boy had anywhere to be but with each other.
Draco walked through the forest, admiring the trees and the wild animals. He knew better than to wander too deep into the forest, but he knew it was safe to walk through some of the areas. He thought about his relationship with Harry and how much they had progressed. Harry still had his moments and Draco figured those were mainly the times when Harry went off on his own. Draco still had him moments as well and this would end up being one of them.
It was now mid-September. He imagined Harry being over eight months pregnant. He imagined how nervous he would be about the baby coming so soon. However, he still couldn’t seem to figure out what emotion he felt the most because he felt so many. He felt guilty at not knowing that Harry could get pregnant and not having taken the necessary precautions. He felt sad that they had lost their child. He felt happy that he wasn’t about to become a teenage father. He felt depressed watching Harry get so upset some times. He felt scared that Harry would leave him because he wasn’t ready to have children yet. He also felt nervous that Harry would do something drastic and it’d be too late for Draco to stop it.
By the time Draco wandered back, with a few hand-picked wild flowers in hand, Harry was once again sitting on their blanket, just staring at the water. Draco silently sat down next to Harry and placed the flowers on his lap.
“Thank you, Draco,” Harry said without looking at Draco.
Draco lifted Harry’s chin with a finger and turned him towards him. His eyes were red and it was obvious a few blood vessels had been broken across his cheeks. This wasn’t that abnormal for Harry lately. Draco had gotten used to it. Whenever Draco decided to question it, Harry claimed it happened when he cried too much. That wasn’t very believable to Draco though. Even when Harry was sobbing every day quite a few months ago, his face never looked like this.
“Harry, what’s wrong?” Draco asked sincerely.
“Nothing new, Draco.”
That was Harry’s typical phrase lately: “nothing new.” Draco never really understood what that meant, but he didn’t want to pry.
“I think I’m going to sleep some more,” Harry told him.
It was habitual of Harry to take a nap in the afternoon, so Draco wasn’t surprised.
“Maybe you should go back to the castle and sleep,” Draco told him.
“Why?”
“Well, you can stay here but I’m not tired. I’m not going to just lay here while you sleep.”
Harry seemed hurt, “Why not?”
“Because Harry, what’s the point in just sitting here on a Saturday while you sleep?”
“I thought you liked watching me sleep?” Harry was clearly upset.
“I do, typically. It’s just…it’s Saturday afternoon. I’d rather not spend it just sitting here.”
“Fine! Just go ahead and leave. Spend your Saturday doing what you want to do,” Harry shouted before rolling over on the blanket, turning away from Draco.
Draco hung his head. This, too, wasn’t that uncommon of Harry lately. Whenever Draco spoke of leaving him to go somewhere, Harry got hurt and angry and told him to just go. He associated it with the day he left Harry before. He still thought Harry was being a bit too sensitive about it all, though, but wasn’t going to argue. Instead, Draco leaned down and kissed Harry’s forehead and went off to the Great Hall for lunch.
Upon entering the Great Hall, he saw Ron and Hermione sitting together, talking. Over the summer, their relationship had finally begun to bloom. They now spent nearly every moment together, giggling, kissing, holding hands. Although it got to be a bit much sometimes, Draco couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He and Harry had gotten to a better part in their relationship, but he still missed the days when they didn’t have a care in the world. He missed when it was just the two of them and there weren’t any problems.
“Mind if I join?” Draco asked the two lovebirds.
“Not at all! Please, sit,” Hermione said with a smile on her face.
“Where’s Harry at?” Ron asked
“Taking a nap in the forest.”
“He takes a nap nearly every day now. What happened to the old Harry that couldn’t sit still for five minutes?” Ron asked, shaking his head.
“Have either of you noticed anything, I don’t know, off about Harry lately?” Draco asked.
Hermione and Ron looked at one another, obviously connecting in some way.
Hermione sighed and turned towards Draco, “We have actually. I’m sure it’s all stuff you’ve noticed too, but we have been getting a bit concerned. Like Ron just said, Harry doesn’t seem to get out and do much anymore. If he’s not with you or in class, he just comes back to the commons room and sleeps. Plus, we both feel like we have to walk on eggshells around him. The moment we say anything negative, he either gets angry or starts crying. Ron says Harry is up and out of bed every morning before he gets up himself. That he returns to the commons room a bit later and waits for class.”
Draco noticed the commonality between what she was saying and everything from this morning. “When he comes back, can you tell that blood vessels are broken on his face?”
Ron nodded, “He says it’s from him crying. I guess he uses the morning to sulk.”
Hermione shook her head, “That didn’t happen before when he was depressed and locked in his room. His face was never like that and I know he was crying all the time.”
Ron nodded again, “That’s just what he says. Maybe it’s from lack of sleep? I hear him get up numerous times at night. He disappears for a bit and comes back and goes back to sleep. He doesn’t seem to eat like he was beginning to either.”
Draco was confused, “He does eat though and his body shows that he’s putting weight back on.”
“Yes, but if you notice, he often picks at his food. Maybe it’s just from so many years of eating with him, but we’ve just noticed he isn’t eating like he used to,” Hermione pointed out.
The three of them continued talking for another hour or so, going over everything each of them had noticed.
“I think Harry is sinking back into a depression of some sort. Or maybe he never got out of it and he’s just trying to hide it,” Draco told them. “Whatever it is, I think we need to sit down and talk with him.”
Hermione and Ron both agreed. They decided that Draco would convince Harry to come to the room of requirement that evening and Hermione and Ron would be waiting for them. Some sort of an intervention was needed.
By the time the evening rolled around, Draco had convinced Harry to forgive him for earlier. He had also convinced Harry that they should try out the room of requirement instead of going outside that night. Harry put up a bit of a fight, saying he liked to sleep outside with the trees and the lake, but Draco eventually convinced him that they should stay in.
Draco led the way into the room where Ron and Hermione were already sitting.
“What’s going on here?” Harry questioned right away.
“We just want to talk to you,” Hermione said.
“Yeah, mate, we just want to talk,” Ron added.
Harry instantly turned to walk out, but Draco stopped him. “Please, just talk with us.”
Harry reluctantly agreed to talk and sat down in the circle with the three of them.
“We’ve been noticing some differences in you, Harry,” Draco started.
“Like what?”
“Like you get up quite often in the middle of the night, and you’re always up early,” Ron told him.
“Then you come back and the blood vessels in your face are broken and then you just sleep all day,” Hermione added.
“You get upset or angry over any little thing we say,” Draco pointed out.
“Even your eating habits are different,” Ron told him.
“I’ve been eating!” Harry stated.
“Yes, but not like you used to,” Hermione told him.
Draco grew quiet, thinking about all of this.
“I get up at night to go to the bathroom, that’s all. It’s the same thing in the morning. I get up and go to the bathroom and spend some time by myself. The blood vessels breaking is just from me crying, I’ve told you that. I sleep because I’m tired. Lately I just can’t seem to get enough sleep, but what’s wrong with that? I’ve been eating just fine!” Harry stood up and pulled his shirt up to reveal his very slightly rounded stomach. “Look how much weight I’ve put back on in the past few months. I just don’t eat everything that I used to. Some of it just doesn’t appeal to me anymore.”
Ron and Hermione nodded, trying to understand all that he was saying. Draco remained quiet.
“Draco?” Hermione asked.
Draco continued to stare off into space.
“I gave you an explanation for everything. What more do you need to know?” Harry asked.
“I don’t know, Harry,” Hermione said and Ron nodded in agreement.
“There’s one more thing I need to know,” Draco finally said.
“What?” Harry asked, almost angry.
“Are you pregnant?”
Harry got quiet and you could see the blood drain from his face as he sat in the chair.