Traitor, traitor.

Chapter 8 ~ A spanner in the works.

Harry's POV ~

The house elves had been there for hours and yet they were still cleaning, even though Harry couldn't see a speck of dirt anywhere. He was in the kitchen just about finished making hot chocolates. He sprinkled a few marshmallows here and there then dusted them with some extra cocoa powder.

He picked them up and walked into the main sitting room with a flourish. "Here we go, good sir." He said in his best French accent as he placed the slightly bigger of the two in front of Draco who was curled up on the less offensively red of the sofas. Harry had already apologised about the decor stating he had had nothing to do with any of it. Secretly he hoped he would one day be able to give Draco his own sitting room and whatever else he wanted.

Draco had flapped his hand at him dismissing the apology and relieving Harry instantly.

"Thank you!" Draco said cheekily, bringing the hot chocolate to his lips. It was creamy and sweet, one of the best that money could buy. That was Harry's opinion anyway. He curled up on the other end of the sofa his own hot chocolate in hand. "So any plans for tomorrow?" Draco asked lazily. Harry shook his head. "Just work." Then he had a thought. "What day is it tomorrow?" Draco gave him a look.

"Wednesday, Potter." He said with a sigh. Harry sprung up spilling Hot chocolate down his front. "Ah! Shit! Hot, hot, hot." He blew on his top and hopped up and down, though sensibly putting his drink down first. "Harry! What the hell has gotten into you?" Draco asked surprised.

Harry felt his shit face coming before it appeared. "Well... Um, you see... Well... MY SONS COMING HOME TOMORROW AND I'M TOTALLY NOT PREPARED." Draco shook his head at the news. "Honestly Harry, you think I didn't know? The house elves have sorted everything, I even got them to go get some shopping. Actually talking about food and drinks," He fixed Harry with a long, hard stare. "What's up with all the empty bottles of fire whisky Harry?"

Harry gulped for air. "Well, you see Dray..." His voice trailed off. "How much have you been drinking Harry?" He stared at the floor in agony and shame. "About two bottles a week." He whispered to the floor. "TWO BOTTLES A WEEK??? POTTER FOR GOD'S SAKE A BOTTLE SHOULD LAST YOU A MONTH!" Harry felt the tears well up in his eyes.

"I... I know Dray, I know. I've just been having a rough time." The tears began to slip down his cheeks. Draco got to his feet and pulled Harry into a hug. "Oh Harry, you poor poor thing. Tell me about it." His breathing got shallow as he tried to suck in air. "Okay."

Draco pulled him down onto the sofa and just hugged him. "Tell me," He whispered. Harry nodded and began.

"I'll start right at the beginning. Before Dumbledore died he took me into his office to tell me something. He told me to marry Ginny if it was the last thing I did. That ut was the only thing he would ask of me." Draco bristled but soon calmed down. "Anyway, he died a few days later and I, being the stupid, naive teenager I was thought that if Dumbledore wanted it then it must be right. I put it off for as long as I could though, saying that I didn't want her to get hurt. I didn't of course but there were more prominent reasons than that. I fell in love with you Draco, I truly did. Had I thought there was any other way at the time we could have, would have been together. Fate and my own decisions intervened though, and I told you that we could no longer see each other. Then the war finished and I thought we could be together at last. It was not meant to be.

Ginny told me she loved me right after the final battle, amidst the wreckage of Hogwarts. I believed that meant what Dumbledore told me was true, she was my soulmate, so I told her I loved her too and we got engaged." Harry paused at that point to wipe a tear from his eye and then carried on. "We were together for so many years, but my job overtook my life. That and a desire to not be with her. She hated Teddy and the fact he wasn't our child. I stood by my decision, the poor kid was only a  baby at the time and I loved him. More than Ginny. She was constantly pressuring me to have a baby with her but I just couldn't. I couldn't do that to a child, Draco, to grow up in a home where you were not with parents who loved each other, or even I was scared that I would not love the child and so I put it off, again and again, making excuses each time. 

I loved her I truly did, but not as I should have loved her. As a best friend, not as my wife. In the last year or so I noticed how she was becoming less and less there and more distant emotionally. I was desperate to keep her, I had known nothing else for so many years. Then I eventually gave in and said we could try for a baby. I chickened out last minute though and used a temporary infertility spell on myself so no child would appear. I just wanted her to think I was trying my hardest finally. She was overjoyed I agreed.

We tried and I was confident she would be said that no baby would appear but in the end happier about it. I was shocked and confused when only a month later she had conceived a child. My child, she told me, through tears of joy. I laughed and smiled and told her it was great but secretly I was stricken with grief and knowing the child would not grow up in the home it should. I cried myself to sleep that night, she had gone to her parents to celebrate and told me that she was going alone this time. I became totally and utterly depressed, putting on a brave face most of her pregnancy.

I was working more as well, but closer to the birth I managed to get some time off and decided to surprise her and take her out for a meal. I felt bad about how detached I had been previously, and so I got home early that afternoon, wanting to make sure she had time to get ready.

I walked into the house and some instinct told me to be silent and I heard a male voice coming from our bedroom. I was shocked and horrified but wondered if it was one of her brothers. Thank god it wasn't. I stayed put outside the door and listened to the conversation within.

'Dean babe, he has no idea the baby isn't his. Plus we need the money, me and the baby.'

'I know Ginny but honestly? We shouldn't be treating Harry this way. He doesn't deserve it and he's my friend. You know I'm already feeling guilty.'

'Dean I'm used to the lifestyle Harry lets me live. He's richer than everyone at the ministry put together, and has made me a celebrity and a hero. Also, the sex isn't bad.'

'Ginny really, I could provide for both of you. Yeah, it won't be pure luxury but we can make it work and the baby will grow up with both parents in the home. Harry will know it's not his Ginny he is in no way stupid. Plus I would say our sex is pretty great too."

I heard Ginny giggle at that and I couldn't take it any more, I burst into the room and there they were, my pregnant wife and one of my friends doing unholy things on my bed. I lost control. 'Get out!' I screamed, 'GET OUT!' 

Ginny flew up in a fluster and started trying to salvage anything, but Dean just took her arm and lead her from the room, looking at me like a hurt puppy dog. That was the last time I saw either of them or talked to them anyway. I filed for divorce, and luckily I made her sign a prenup so she won't get a penny out of me. Also, the baby is the same colour as Dean so it's obvious it's not mine."

Harry let out a chest-heaving sigh and noticed that Draco was half asleep on his chest. He slipped out from underneath him and scooped him into his arms. He carried him bridal style all the way to the guest room next to his own. 

He set the man down on the bed expecting him to fall away seamlessly, but he didn't. "Stay," Draco whispered and so Harry did. He climbed into bed right beside him and hugged him close. "Just for tonight," He whispered, "Just for tonight."

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