Wounds

Rating: M to be safe

Disclaimer: I wish I owned it but alas…I don't

Summary: Harry and Draco haven't seen each other in almost 8 years when their paths cross again. Old wounds are ripped open and it doesn't seem like Harry can survive it again. (Crappy summary yes…but go with it.)

Mpreg. Draco/Harry DON'T LIKE DON'T READ

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"I saw you kissing another guy, now who was it?!"

"I told you I was in the infirmary all morning, I don't know what you saw but it wasn't me!"

"Just shut up Potter!"

Harry was shocked. Draco hadn't seriously used his last name in months. "Draco I-"

"No…no were done."

"But"

"I mean it! I can't handle it anymore. The constant lying about us to others… and now this. I'm done." He sounded mad but his eyes looked wounded.

"What?"

"You heard me." His voice was cold sending a jolt of pain through Harry. Draco turned and quickly stormed down the stairs.

"Wait!" Harry tried to go forward but his legs gave out beneath him. A wave of nausea hit him again and he wasn't sure if it was from what had just happened or aftermath from that morning. Either way he couldn't stand. Tears pooled in his eyes and he willed them not to fall. Draco didn't mean it, he couldn't. He was just having a bad day, he would check with the infirmary and then apologize. All these things ran through his head, but something told him they were all wrong.

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"Izzy napkins go under the forks, not the knifes."

"I knew that…I just forgot."

Harry smiled watching his seven year old daughter help him set the table.

"At least she helps you with the table. Ron won't touch any type of table setting."

"Not my fault Hermione." Ron came up next to her as she set some cups onto the table. "I had to set the table all the time when I was home. In another 19 years I'll be happy to help with the table but until then I am taking a hiatus from setting any type of table."

"19 years, yeah right. 8 more months and you'll be all over that while I take care of the baby. Unless you want to be on diaper baby duty."

"Touché"

Harry smirked. Listening to those two was like watching a day time sitcom. Only a month or so into their first pregnancy and she was already using it as leverage.

"How's the table coming?" Jenni called in from the kitchen.

"Done." Harry answered. Jenni was Harrys girlfriend. After 7 years he decided to attempt at dating. So far so good. "Mrs. King will be here soon to pick you up, run upstairs and get your bag."

"K." She ran from the room blond ponytail swinging behind her.

"Smells good Jen!" Ron yelled into the kitchen.

At first Harry had been reluctant to have a dinner party with a friend of hers from work. He wasn't very good with meeting new people, they ask too many questions. But she had been at it for a month now and he finally caved as long as Ron and Hermione could be there. The doorbell rang and Ron jumped up to get it.

"Iz, Mrs. King is here." Harry yelled up the stairs.

He heard Ron open the door and his glass smash into the ground.

"Oh Ron" Hermione got up to see what was going on with her husband. "Seriously you have butterfingers like no…" Her voice faded out as she rounded the corner. Harrys breath hitched as he heard a name whisper out of her mouth. "Draco…"

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So that was the prologue, let me know what you think. Chapter One coming soon!!