Harry was sitting in a compartment with Draco, Ron, and Hermione on the Hogwarts Express with the compartment door open in case anyone else wanted to join them. But then suddenly, they heard a pissed female voice snap, "Being a Muggleborn isn't a fucking burden, Rogers!"

"Yeah, and obviously you're just an idiotic blood whore," said another female voice. "You do know that you are the result of incest, right?" Ron snorted; Harry looked over at Hermione to see how she was taking hearing all this, but she was glaring at Ron.

"Oh, shut the bloody hell up you Mudblood!" hissed another female.

Something large was shoved against the outside compartment wall the four older teenagers were in, and Hermione stood up immediately, hands clenched and eyes filling up with quick tears; she was ready to fight.

"CALL ME MUDBLOOD ONE MORE TIME, YOU LITTLE BITCH. I DARE YOU! AND I'LL MAKE YOU EAT MUD ALL RIGHT!"

Hermione instantly stormed out of the compartment, and after her Harry quickly joined her, and then Ron. They found three young girls, probably in their fourth or fifth year. But they recognise two Gryffindor girls: Christina and Rebecca. But the dark-haired Slytherin girl they didn't know who it was.

Christina quickly lowered her wand from Clary's throat and stepped back when the two Gryffindor Prefects and Harry Potter stepped out of the nearest compartment. She immediately felt as though she was in trouble.

Hermione crossed her arms and looked immediately at the Slytherin Girl, her features angry and the tears that once were in her brown eyes were long gone. "Who are you to call a Muggleborn such a foul name?! 5 Points from Slytherin!"

"I'm not scared of you," sneered the Slytherin girl named Clary Rogers and she stepped closer to Hermione to show her bravery. "You're just like these two dweebs." She points to Christina and Rebecca. "Mudbloods."

"Is that so?" Hermione asks the younger girl with a hard smile, though she did take that offensively. She kept her hands she really wanted to hit Clary with to herself. "Well, I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I take away 15 points from Slytherin house?"

Draco peeked his head out of the compartment at the mention of points being taken from his own house, though he heard the conversation before with the offensive name-calling. "You should be careful, dear Clary," he drawls with an unimpressed look at her. "You wouldn't want the entire Slytherin house to give you shit through the rest of the year now, would you?"

Clary seemed to consider that for a second, before shaking her head with a glare at Hermione who didn't seem to mind the rude expression.

"Good," Draco snapped. "Now leave the two girls alone or I'll make sure your year will be worse than Hell! Oh, and Professor Snape will certainly be hearing about this." Clary grunted and stormed off down the carriage of the train, and Draco rolled his eyes at the teenage attitude and disappeared back in the compartment.

"Are you two alright?" Harry asked the two younger girls, who both hesitated for a minute before they nodded their heads. He hates bullying; he doesn't ever want these young girls, anyone really, going through what he went through back in primary school. "You know you can go directly to a professor and get that girl in trouble? Or you can come to us so we can deal with her."

"We're all fine," Rebecca assures him with a quick smile. "Clary's just an annoying insufferable little bitch."

"Language, please," Hermione says at once, shaking her head at Rebecca firmly.

"Sorry," Rebecca mutters with a quick look down to the floor as if her actions will be excused. "Thank you, though, for scaring her away. She's hard to get rid of."

"No problem," Harry says, smiling at the two and then he ushers Hermione and Ron back inside the compartment they were in. He sits back beside Draco who opens his arms up for him, and Harry hugs Draco as he sits between his legs.

"Oh and..." Rebecca steps into the compartment, looking a little nervous, and looks around at the four older teenagers. "Do you have any... relationship advice for me?"

"Just talk to them," Harry says, turning his head to face her. It's what helped him and Draco out when they started as just friends. Talking. "Find out what interests you both have in common and build on from there."

"Alright," Rebecca says happily with a nod. "I guess I shouldn't Han-Solo Christina then." She giggles, as does Hermione at the reference. "Thank you!"

Harry nods and looks back at Draco who is staring at him with those gorgeous sparkly silver eyes. That loving look Draco gives Harry never gets old, and Harry loves everything about it. He then moves over a little and lifts his legs over the compartment seat. "Paint me like one of your French men, Draco."

Draco furrows his brows, confused with what Harry means. He doesn't have an easel with him and doesn't own one. "What?"

"Oh, nothing," Harry says quickly, grinning widely. It was just a reference anyway. One Draco won't understand, though he should do as he saw the movie with Harry in their 4th year. Although, Hermione looked as if she understood the reference as she was giggling.

-

Up in the Great Hall during the feast, Harry was contemplating about the 7th year's Formal this June that McGonagall had reminded everyone about. It meant he had to find something to wear. And that's not all. He had to ask Draco – which won't be too hard as they're together – to the Formal. Would they wear matching outfits? Or perhaps just the same colour? Decisions...

Feeling rather bored, Harry looks down at the table and sees three students sharing a packet of what he remembers are Oreos, the muggle candy. How did they smuggle muggle candy into Hogwarts without anyone knowing? He then looks behind him at the Slytherin table and catches Draco staring at him, which makes Harry smile so he gives the Slytherin a little finger wave.

Draco chuckles and looks back at Blaise who is eating his roast vegetables. "So, what did you and Neville get up to on the Christmas Holidays?" he asks as he pushes the Yorkshire Pudding around his plate. He strangely didn't feel like eating. The sight of the food makes him feel a little sick.

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know," Blaise says smoothly with a smirk on his lips when cutting up his roast potatoes. He did seem to notice his friend's eating behaviour, which was odd as Draco always eats what's on his plate.

Draco sighs slowly and shakes his head. He should have known the answer. "Never mind," he drawls, grimacing at his food. He doesn't want the thoughts of what Blaise and Neville get up to alone. Ick! "I shouldn't have asked. But aside from that, what did you two do all week?"

"Well, we went on a few dates during the week," Blaise started listing and completely forgot about his dinner for a minute as he swished his fork around in the air, "and my mother finally met Neville's parents at St Mungo's, and it was a little awkward considering...well, Neville's parents are err... you know, a little off in the head, but they're nice people. Oh, and mother and I had an official Longbottom Christmas which consisted of visiting the local Muggle Christmas Lights, drinking hot chocolate while opening presents, making batches of rocky road, and taking a Christmas Photo together."

"Wow! You certainly were occupied all week," Draco says, raising his brows at his best friend and what he did in the short week of Holidays that sounded quite enjoyable. He remembers his own Christmas Holidays clearly and Merlin, how odd it was.

"How about your Christmas Holidays, Draco?" Blaise then asks, getting back to his dinner.

Draco sighs deeply and begins from the first day of his Holidays and towards the end of the Holiday. It was hard telling about his 4 year anniversary with Harry because it was ruined by a freaking Death Eater. And out of nowhere, he starts tearing up which Blaise notices and stops eating his roast.

"Oh," Blaise says quietly as he realises what his best friend would have been through. "I'm sorry about what you and Harry went through together. Nobody should have to go through that at all." He frowns and pushes a broccoli around in the gravy puddle. "I hope to see Karkaroff in the latest Daily Prophet article about being put in Azkaban with that father of Ivy's."

Draco nodded his gratitude at his best friend and gave him a watery smile. "Thank you, Blaise."

Back at the Gryffindor table, Ron and Hermione watched as Harry left the table. At least they saw that Harry ate a whole meal before leaving and he looked quite happy. However, they noticed Harry wasn't really smiling. His face was just emotionless.

Harry was okay. He really was. He just wanted to go for a little walk around the castle by himself. He thought about walking down to the Chamber of Secrets, but there really wasn't any purpose for him to do so. And he didn't want to remember the basilisk by its giant skeleton.

"Harry! Wait!"

Harry turns on the spot but keeps walking backwards. He smiles at his boyfriend jogging up to him. "Hello again, my lovely Draco," he says lightly and stops in his tracks so Draco can come closer. He notices the tears in Draco's eyes and immediately asks what's wrong. "Draco, dear, are you okay? You look as if you've been crying."

"What?" Draco says quickly. "Oh..." He shakes his head and wipes at his eyes with a chuckle. "It's just hormones or something. I dunno. So where were you heading off to?" He puts his arms around Harry and holds him close. He had noticed Harry walking out of the Great Hall during his meal only minutes ago. Harry matters more to him than finishing his dinner, though he did try and eat a Yorkshire pudding on his way out of the Great Hall.

"I just wanted to go for a walk," Harry tells him with a shrug, his arms finding their way around Draco. He feels rather suspicious of Draco and the tears he sees in the blonde's gorgeous silver eyes. "That's all. Promise. I dunno where I was heading though."

"Perhaps we can head someplace where we'll be alone?" Draco suggests, and a smirk slowly appears on his lips. Harry rolls his eyes, kisses him on the nose, and takes the Slytherin up to Gryffindor Tower and into the dorm room where they crawl into Harry's bed and just lie together in each other's arms for the remainder of the night.

*****

One thing Harry missed out on finding out about the remainder of the year during the night feast, as he left early with Draco, was that Hogwarts will have a few international students arriving in the morning from Australia. He didn't know why they were coming over. There are not any Tri-Wizard Tournaments anymore. Not that he knows of anyway. Ron didn't mention it when he told Harry and Draco about the International Students after he finished dinner with Hermione.

Harry couldn't sleep at all as the thought of the possibility of a Tri-wizard tournament happening again was making him anxious. He hopes there isn't one. The thought of one happening again along with the memories of his 4th year terrified him. He'd relapse for sure at some point! He thought too much about this and felt a panic attack coming on, but he tried to stay calm. Draco was sleeping next to him anyway, all snuggled up to his side, so he had him to snuggle into and wake up if he felt like relapsing. He nearly did have a panic attack at 3 a.m. in the morning as he was overthinking things, so he crept over to Ron's bed, woke him up quietly and had to reassure himself that no Tri-wizard Tournament was happening this year. Ron, sleepily, had told him that there wasn't going to be another Tournament and to stop overthinking so much and go back to bed after giving him a hug. Harry did so sluggishly, sitting up in bed trapped in his thoughts for half an hour staring at the fire in the centre of the room, but still couldn't sleep for the rest of the night so he just lay down beside Draco and put an arm around him.

In the morning after everyone had awoken and dressed for the day, Harry walked with Draco down to the Great Hall, trying his best to keep his eyes open, and found half of the Hufflepuff table already occupied with Hufflepuff students, as well as people dressed in navy blue sitting with them. It brought him back to memories of muggle primary school with the uniform's colours. Some girls wore blue and white dresses, and the others had navy blue tartan skirts with a white collared long-sleeve top with blue, green, red, and yellow logos on the chest pocket, a blue and white striped tie, navy blue jumpers with same-coloured logos, dark blue knee-high socks, and black shoes. Over the jumper, they had a thick navy blue jacket on. The only change in the boy's uniform was that they wore black pants, black socks, and black dress shoes.

Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table with Draco. He noticed the unfamiliar man talking with McGonagall at the Professor's table. If that was the headmaster, he looked quite young and around the mid-thirties. He didn't pay much attention to the Headmaster, only focusing on the feel of Draco next to him and how tired he was as he stared down at a small incision in the wood of the table.

Hermione and Ron then join them, and Hermione's hair looks a little dishevelled. Harry tried to muffle a snort when he noticed it, knowing what the two had done earlier. He saw Ron's bed rocking earlier. He was sure Draco didn't notice, though he was glad that the Slytherin didn't witness such awkwardness. It was traumatising!

Headmistress McGonagall then stands up, and everyone quietens down. "Good morning, students. We have special guests here with us and they'll be staying with us for the remainder of the school year. Please welcome the year 10s and 12s of Mininjara Australian School of Witchcraft, Wizardry, and Traditional Magics." The Great Hall broke into a round of applause.

One of the Australian girls sitting next to a female Hufflepuff student raised her hand. "G'day. Sorry to interrupt, but it's actually pronounced Mi-nin-jara." She pushed a lock of her honeycomb-coloured hair out of her face. "Not Minenjera."

Her friend next to her slapped her wrist and shook her head firmly. "Eloise, no," she hissed.

"Sorry, Poppy, I can't help it; correcting people."

"I apologise," McGonagall says to the girl, but then looks back to her students. "I understand many of you would require to know why some of the students of Mininjara are here. I have been told by their – I'm sorry, Jack, is it Principal?" The man sitting next to her shakes his head with a smile and replies, ("Vice Principal, Minerva.") "Vice Principal that they have an International Program where the students who have signed up for it visit the other Wizarding Schools for a few Semesters just to get a view of how the other Schools Work. So please, my students, show our Australian guests the friendly greetings of Hogwarts while they're here. Oh, and one final announcement... my 7th year, the Mininjara students will be back home a month before your formal takes place."

Every one of Hogwarts students and professors clapped again to welcome the visitors. "Oh," said McGonagall once more. "I forgot to mention that if any Hogwarts student wants to sign up for an Australian buddy, which means your buddy will come with you to your classes, then you may do so by signing the sheet Vice Principal Jack Osborne has in front of him. That is all."

Hermione looks right at Ron beside her, and then to Harry who's across the table from her, head drooping and resting on Draco's shoulder. She asks them loudly, "Want to get a buddy, guys?" Harry opens his eyes quickly and looks her way, coming out of his sleepy daze. "It'll be a new experience! We could learn about them, about their culture."

"I mean... sure," said Ron but with a shrug of uncertainty. "I guess I could get a buddy to sacrifice to Godric Gryffindor." Harry snorted; it put a smile on Draco's face and Hermione shook her head at them in disbelief. "Mate, how about you?"

"Yeah.... no thank you," said Harry slowly, shaking his head. He didn't want to have such a responsibility. He just knows it is likely for him to easily lose his buddy to the corridors of Hogwarts. Having to stick by the student the entire day too? No thanks. He would like his time to be spent with Draco and only his Slytherin boyfriend.

"I won't be held responsible for losing an Australian Student in the hallways of Hogwarts either," said Draco while buttering his crumpet with butter and jam. "If I did, I'd just let them find their way back to the Great Hall. It's not my problem."

Suddenly, a head behind Hermione turned around quickly and glared their way. It was a young woman around their age with brown straight hair and green-blue eyes. She gets off the seat and sits down next to Hermione. "Hi darlin'," she says with a wink at Hermione who smiles back at her and flushes. Then she looks towards Draco with a glare. "Mate, if ya dare lose one a my own in the fucking hallways of this massive fucking castle, then I'll drop kick ya fucking arse down the fucking table, ya fucking slime on a rock."

Draco glares back at her with his jaw tightly clenched. He looked as if he wanted to hit her. Harry noticed this and rubbed at Draco's upper arm, trying to get his attention. He knows what the girl said was quite harsh, especially with the name-calling, but he knows Draco wouldn't look like he wanted to scream at the girl. Draco would keep his calm, possibly snap a little but that was all.

"Oh, this one's sassy," Hermione says with a grin at the girl beside her, though she didn't exactly like the swearing. "I think I might keep her. What do you say?" She raises an eyebrow at the Australian beside her.

"I'd love that," the Australian girl replies and gives her a grin back. "My name's Jessica Roberts."

"Nobody cares," Draco mutters darkly to the table, and Harry chuckles beside him and dishes a bowl of porridge for himself.

"I'm Hermione Granger," Hermione says and pretends to not hear the blonde Slytherin next to her best friend Harry. "Oh, and this is my boyfriend Ron Weasley, my best friend Harry Potter, and Harry's boyfriend Draco Malfoy." She points to the three males sitting with them, then she holds out her hand to Jessica, "And it's lovely to meet you, Jessica."

Jessica shakes Hermione's hand. "It's nice to meet ya too, and you three as well," she replies, nodding her head at the three boys. She quickly glances down at Hermione's chest to the House Crest. "So, uh... your house is Gryffindor? I'm guessing Godric Gryffindor. I did my research before comin' here so I have some insight into your school."

"Yep," says Hermione with a nod of her head, surprised to see a fellow book nerd. "Hogwarts has Gryffindor – red – the house of the brave and chivalrous, Hufflepuff – yellow – the house of the loyal and hard workers, Ravenclaw – blue – house of the witty and creative, and Slytherin – green – house of the cunning and ambitious. How about your houses?"

"Oh, well, we have the Bunyips which are blue, the Opaleye – yellow, the Yowie – green, and the Rainbow Serpents – red," Jessica tells her while playing with a lock of her long straight hair. "They're the names of the most known native Australian Magical Creatures," she added when she saw the dark-haired boy with glasses, who sat next to the blonde Slytherin, looking quite confused and tired. "The House Common Rooms and dormitories are located in the four cardinal points of the school. Yowie is near the gardens and Greenhouses, Bunyip is located near the lake, Rainbow Serpent is located near the Statue Garden and Opaleye is located near the Owlery. Far enough from each other but a short and enjoyable walk to the school in itself."

"Oh, how interesting," said Hermione with interest at the thought of what the Australian Wizarding School would look like. "So, could you tell us a bit about your school? Is it a castle just like Hogwarts or wholly different? And what about how and when your school was founded?"

"Wow, curious much?" Asked Jessica with a laugh. Hermione smiled and nodded her head. "Well... Mininjara was founded in 1552 and welcomes New Zealanders, though most of the students are Australian. It's located in New South Wales deep in the Blue Mountains-"

"Are your mountains actually blue?" Ron then asks. Jessica looks at him and snorts.

"No, ya fucking dumb fuckwit," Jessica snaps. Harry ends up sniggering at the insult towards his best mate, though Ron just sighs and stuffs his face with toast. "Anyway, in the beginning, Mininjara was nothing more than a network of caves and sweeping hills and forests, with a deep dark sapphire lake. It was not until 1840, that students from different ethnicities and cultures were allowed to attend the school. And what I mean are the early convicts, the British and Irish who were sent away to Australia. So..." she looked up at the roof in thought, "that would be my great great great great... great great grand-somethings."

"Now... castles don't exactly exist in Australia," Jessica says and tells them more about her school such as how the school follows the castle theme like most of the other schools around the world while still being true to its roots having aboriginal art and traditional influences impeded into the walls and floors. One of its notable features is the library, an extensive room filled with books in all languages and no restricted section. Any student can go in there and pick up a book, but they all are enchanted so if the reader has dark motives, the book will snap shut or bite the reader until he or she drops it. "It fucking sucks when you want to fucking murder the school bully by magically giving her a poison."

"Oh, wow," says Hermione lightly, her eyes a little wide with interest at the thought of reading all the books in the library at Mininjara and studying the Ancient Aboriginal Artworks.

"Tom Riddle would have a field day at Minen... Minne – oh, forget it – your school," Harry then says, and he begins to worry a little about these Australian students who have tendencies to kill other students. He's keeping Draco away from these students.

"Oh, and we Aussies never wanted to join in the British Wizarding Wars simply because we just didn't want anything to do with the war," Jessica says as she looks down at the English Breakfast Muffins with curiosity. Sure, she's had them before in her home country, but wonders if they taste the same. Where was the bush tucker, Damper, snags, and Vegemite? "It wasn't our problem, our fight. By the way, do ya have any Vegemite or Damper?"

"Damp what?" Harry asks in a drawl, confused and tired. He just wants to go back to bed. And what is a Vegemite and Damper?

But as soon as Jessica asked, a jar of Vegemite appeared in front of her, as well as a cream-coloured thick soda bread. She grinned, licked her lips, and began to cut into the damper and paste her toast with Vegemite.

Harry asked for a piece of damper too, and when he tasted the mouth-watering food, he actually liked it. It was pretty much bread, but with a nice kind of taste in it, he couldn't figure it out. The Vegemite, however, didn't look that tasty to him so he didn't try it.

"What's that goop?" Ron asked with disgust at the sight of the Vegemite, and how odd it looked and smelt.

Jessica looked taken aback at what Ron said, and Ron swallowed down uncomfortably as he saw her reaction. "How fucking dare ya insult the Legendary Vegemite, ya fucking piece of shit!" she says at once, giving Ron a death glare. "Vegemite is the food of the gods!"

"Alright," Ron says quickly in a whisper. "I'm sorry." Hermione giggles at him and pats his shoulder softly.

"And back to my school," Jessica says swiftly. "Mininjara was founded by the 5 Aboriginal Elders that came from the north, the east, the west, the south and the heart of Australia," she says calmly as if she wasn't snapping at Ron only minutes ago. "The names of the founders have been lost to time, but their legacies still live on as the greatest teachers in existence. Aboriginals don't have surnames, by the way."

Five Trees grow strong in their honour in the Heart Courtyard, this being Red Gum, Acacia, Giant Boab, Paperbark, and a Banksia. These trees were planted by the founders as saplings on the first day the school opened to symbolise the school will continue to grow and prosper.

The school strives to educate and encourage their students in any way they can, preparing them to adventure into the magical and muggle world. The school has produced many great names that have influenced the greater wizarding world. All Aboriginal tribes have wizards and witches, and they are looked upon by the non-magical Aboriginals whom they call MobMobs.

Ron snorted at the odd name. MobMobs? More like Odd Odds.

Jessica glared at him. "Shut up, ya soulless cunt," she snaps, and Ron, not knowing what she means, just shrugs, and continues eating his toast. "Anyway..." she says will a roll of her eyes. "Our current Principal is Jason Smith, and as you know unless ya all are death, Jack Osborne is our Vice Principal. The Ministry is located in Canberra, right under the Australian Government. To enter, you must stand in the centre of the Indigenous floor painting in front of the Parliament House and speak the Four special known words. Then the ground will shake around you, and the circle painting underneath your feet will start sinking down and it'll take you all the way down to the Ministry. It really is a special place filled with magic."

"Why are you so mean?" Draco snaps all of a sudden, his eyes narrowing into slits as he glares at her.

Jessica looks at him, unamused. "I'm not being mean, ya fucking bleached-haired prick," she replies flatly with a smirk. "If the regular use of swear words offends ya, then you should lock yourself down in that fucking dungeon of yours until my fellow Australians leave because we're all like this."

"How pleasant," Draco says sarcastically with a forced smile. Merlin, she's like a rabid animal almost. Beside him, Harry's patting Draco's hand to make sure he stays calm and to make certain to stay calm, Harry twines their hands together and squeezes every so often.

"You do have ghosts in Australia?" asks Harry suddenly, quietly to Jessica, his spoon moving around the sides of the bowl, collecting uneaten porridge. "Like Sir Headless Nickolas over there, talking with your Vice Principal." He hasn't heard the word Principal since Primary School.

"Of course, we have ghosts, yuh spectacle-eyed cunt," Jessica says at once as if offended at the sudden question. Harry just laughs softly at the insult, though Draco looks quite irritated at the insult to his boyfriend, his nostrils flaring. "Our ghosts are peaceful beings. Among these is Felicity Rose." Jessica, while starting to butter another slice of damper, continued to tell them about Felicity and how she was murdered by her brother when he went insane. Felicity returned to him as a spirit and nursed him with care until he died, then continued her education at the school. Still, a soft-voiced saint today, helping everyone in need and never blaming anyone for incidences. Another notable spirit Jessica told them about was Charlotte de Boir, who haunts with her husband. She is suspected to have been a Veela or Muse and to have been murdered by a passionate love, but no one is quite sure, as she will not speak. Her husband and her parade around as if they are at a wedding, always dropping a kind word. Charlotte is constantly making pretty flower arrangements and her Husband watches the cricket and attempts to teach younger students when a teacher is not on hand.

"I'm sorry, cricket?" Ron asks, purely confused with the new word. But he knows what a cricket is. But how can anyone play with the cricket? You've got to catch it first.

"It's a popular sport in Australia, Ron," Hermione tells him and decides to finally neaten her hair up but with a quiet wave of her wand as she didn't have her brush with her. "The Aussies love it. Their cricket is like our well-known and loved Football."

"And we love eating our meat pies and snags when watching the cricket at our local stadium," said Jessica with a grin on her face. "By the way, do any of ya watch Doctor Who, Supernatural, or Sherlock Holmes?"

Hermione nearly dropped her spoon into her porridge. "I mean yes, they are the most incredible TV shows of the muggle world," she replies quickly with excitement. "I cannot believe I've found someone – an Australian – who likes the same shows I do."

"Well, of course!" Jessica says at once, smiling brightly at her. "I watch it through Netflix. Oh, forgot to mention that Mininjara has TVs too in our common rooms. We aren't old school like you guys are."

"I have Netflix on the flat-screen TV at my house," Hermione tells her. "Merlin, who would have thought-"

"I love you, Draco," Harry then says quietly, but it wasn't soft enough not to be heard. He just wanted the attention of his boyfriend. It's all he really asks for right now.

"I love you too, Harry," Draco responds just as quietly and calmly with a loving smile on his face. Finally, something that's interesting that he likes is happening and being said. Now he's just waiting for Harry to pick him up bridal style and carry him away to anywhere that this pest of a girl isn't.

"Holy shit balls," gasps Jessica at the sudden realisation that she didn't realise before when Hermione introduced everyone. She pretty much zoned out after Hermione introduced her to Ron. Of course, she knows there will be gay couples in Hogwarts. She didn't realize it was the two people sitting facing her until now. 

Harry wants to laugh at the new words he's being taught by Jessica, but he's too lost in Draco's eyes that he forgot entirely what was happening around him as he leans in for a kiss with his boyfriend, who gladly accepts.

"Well, isn't that lovely," Jessica says lightly at the happy couple. But then she looks back at Hermione. "I have to ask, who's your favourite doctor from Doctor Who?"

"Oh," said Hermione, looking up at the ceiling in deep thought. "I've got to say... the eleventh doctor, probably."

"Oh, me too!" Jessica says gleefully.

And for the rest of breakfast, Harry just zoned out of reality and even nearly fell asleep sitting up. He doesn't know much about the Sherlock Holmes TV series, and he only ever watched a few of the first few episodes of Doctor Who season one. He wouldn't be able to join the conversation. He didn't want to anyway.

"Hold on, what's your last name?" Jessica suddenly asks Draco after she had glanced at the Newspaper article that a kid next to her held.

"It's Malfoy," Draco grits out, frowning. Why would she care?

"I swear I've heard of that name before..." Jessica says, staring curiously at him, her lips pursed. "Oh!" Her face lights up. "Your father's Lucius Malfoy. He's in jail, right?"

Draco shuts his eyes as though to block out her words, his whole body starting to tremble, his face becoming bloodless, his breath coming out of him in rattling wheezes. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," he says after a moment, sounding strained.

"Draco," Harry says softly, frowning and squeezing Draco's hand that is under the table. He's ignoring the Australian girl; hating what she's saying. "Do you want to leave the table?" he then whispers to his lover. "Go somewhere together?"

"Is it true?" Jessica prods. "Your father's in jail? Hm?"

"Would you just shut your face?" Draco hisses poisonously at her.

Hermione puts a hand on Jessica's shoulder, but it doesn't stop the Australian in time to ask, "How does it feel?" That was enough for the Slytherin, it seems.

"It feels like pure shit!" Draco bellows, face red and, to Harry's shock, eyes swimming with tears. Then he's rushing out of his seat, nearly tripping over his legs as he storms away from the table. Only a few people on the Gryffindor table heard them and watched in amusement.

"Draco," Harry calls, but it is too late as Draco was already out the door. He gives Jessica an angry glare for upsetting his boyfriend, and Jessica swallows and looks quite guilty, Harry quickly rushes off after Draco. He finally catches up to the Slytherin outside the Great Hall in the corridor. "Draco!"

The Slytherin turns around promptly, and Harry frowns when he sees wet tears staining his boyfriend's handsome face. "Oh," he says slowly, "babe, you should have just ignored what she was saying. And how come you didn't tell me how upset you'd be if your father was ever brought up in a conversation?

"I-It doesn't actually affect me," Draco says weakly, quickly wiping the tears away from his face. Harry steps closer until in front of him, his head tilting slightly with sympathy. "Yes, I'm sad that my father's in Azkaban for another 6 years, I just never really thought it would be discussed," the Slytherin adds quietly. "I don't know why I'm so... emotional either."

Harry nods and puts his arms around Draco's waist. "Well, if you want to talk about it, you know I'm here," he tells him softly. Draco nods slowly. "Good." He smiles. "I love you."

"I love you t-"

"Oi!" shouted a feminine girl with a particular accent. Draco frowned and pretended he didn't hear the girl while Harry looked behind him at Jessica who was down the hallway, his eyes narrowing at her.

"Look, mate!" yells Jessica quickly as she sprints up to them and hurries in front of them, so the two men don't walk away. "I'm sorry! I'm really sorry about what I said. I didn't think it'd fucking hurt you. I was just curious."

"Have you absolutely no heart!" Draco yells all of a sudden at her, and it surprises Harry a little with how loud he was exactly. Everyone in the Great Hall could possibly hear him. "How would you feel if your father was in jail and some bitch just mentions it out of nowhere!"

Jessica crosses her arms over her chest at the word directed at her and sighs. "Look, I apologise," she says, her voice calm and soft. "I shouldn't have said what I said and I'm sorry."

"Whatever," Draco mutters as he looks down at the ground and walks around her, pulling Harry with him by the wrist. He can't be bothered with emotions at the moment. He needed Harry all to himself at the moment and nothing that could stress or upset him. He ends up taking Harry down to the Slytherin dungeons and to the 7th year's boys' dorm room where he collapses down onto his bed with a sigh. Harry smiles sadly at him and joins him in bed, and he chuckles as Draco stuffs his face in Harry's neck.

-

Jessica grunts as she watches the two men leave, and she turns around swiftly and heads back to the Great Hall, sitting back next to Hermione.

"How did it go?" Hermione asks curiously, pouring herself a goblet of orange juice.

"Not very well," Jessica replies flatly, staring down at a bowl of breakfast muffins.

"I've never seen Draco lash out like that before," Ron says, looking genuinely bewildered. "He doesn't get that offended and upset easily. He's quite calm and collected too and has been since he and Harry got together." Hermione nods with a smile, agreeing with him, drinking her goblet of juice.

"Come on," she says, standing up from the seat and putting the goblet down on the table, "We've got class in a few minutes. You know I don't want to be late."

Ron smiles at her, "Of course, love." Jessica rolls her eyes at them.

*****

Harry lined up with Draco outside of the DADA classroom for Defence class and was just waiting for Professor Lupin to arrive to let them inside. Parvati, Dean, Neville, Hermione, Pansy, Millicent, and a few Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws in their year were the only ones who signed up to get an Australian buddy for the rest of the year.

"Oh, and I just loved re-watching that one episode of Doctor Who with the kid who was like: Are you my mummay?" Jessica says to Hermione, trying to fake a British accent at the quote she said. She was standing behind Pansy and Daphne. "It scared my little sister to shit." Hermione laughed. "I believe she had nightmares all week because of it."

"I believe the woman AI who hacked into the Internet Towers to show her face to the entire world and steal their faces was pretty scary," Hermione replies with a shiver. "I mean... she stole their faces just by making people look at her. That could happen so easily if it was possible."

Harry sighed when hearing those two talk about Doctor Who again. Do they ever get bored of it? It appears not.

Suddenly, a loud shout and roaring laughter was heard which was coming from down the corridor. A bunch of boys, Australian as of their uniform, on skateboards, were rolling down the hallway towards them, and the shouts were coming from Filch who was chasing them.

"GET BACK HERE!"

"Look out!" shouted one of the boys. "GET OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY, GINGER!"

Ron barely moved away in time when the skateboarding males rushed past him, and then came Filch from all the way down the hallway, huffing and puffing as he tried to catch up to the boys.

Jessica laughed and shouted, "YAAAAS KYLE! WHERE YUH HEADED, YUH DICKHEAD?"

Kyle, a spiky blonde-haired male looked back at her. His mates were too busy laughing and skating away from Filch. "THE DUNGEONS," he shouted back with a grin on his face. "I DUNNO WHERE IT IS THOUGH. I LOST JUSTIN FINCH-FETCH. THE CASTLE'S SO BIG! YOU COULD LOSE A 5-CENT COIN AND WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO FIND IT EVER AGAIN. SEE YOU IN THE CARAVAN TONIGHT IF I MAKE IT OUT!"

Harry snorted at the boy's mistake. Even the Gryffindors and Slytherins around him laughed with humour. Finch Fetch? That has got to scar. It was lucky that Justin wasn't here to be humiliated. But oh boy, word will probably spread by an hour.

"I haven't seen any normal subjects on your Timetable, Hermione," Jessica said when the boys had skated away, and she turned her attention back to her new friend. She also grabbed Hermione's pencil case for some reason.

"Normal?" Hermione says, confusion heard in her tone and was shown on her face by her furrowed brows. "How do you mean normal?"

"Like Maths, English, and Literature," Jessica tells her, and now she's looking confused as if it was normal to have such muggle subjects in her timetable. "Don't you get taught these classes in Hogwarts?"

"No, actually," Hermione replies, voice flat but curious. "We don't learn maths and English in Hogwarts. But if you were Muggleborn or half-blood and raised in the muggle England, then yes you were taught Maths and English in Primary School before coming to Hogwarts."

"Oh, my fucking god," said Jessica quickly in astonishment. "You guys are so lucky! I would kill to not have to do Maths anymore!"

"Why do you have to do muggle subjects still?" Hermione just had to ask.

"Well, we learn both Muggle and Magical subjects so we can have a choice as to what you want to do when you get out of school," Jessica tells her, and she fiddles with the zipper of Hermione's purple pencil case she held. "You'll earn a Certificate of Graduation that's Charmed so you'll be able to get jobs in the muggle world if you want to, or you can just head to the Ministry and work there. It's just an extra-curricular that we do."

"Oh, that's really informative and helpful," Hermione says, and she realised she could learn so much more if she went to Mininjara. But she'll miss her dear best friends and boyfriend too. Not to mention her parents too.

When Remus finally arrived and let everyone into the classroom with a bright smile on his face, everyone noticed the bouquet of flowers lying on his Defence book. Valentine's Day was last February, so it didn't make any sense. And next Valentine's Day was only a month away. It was now considered normal to see Professor Lupin and Professor Snape with bouquets of flowers with them.

But the Australian buddies became curious about why the teacher had a bouquet of flowers. They asked why to their Hogwarts buddies who told them they didn't know either as it was quite normal to see.

When everyone entered the classroom, Jessica, Hermione's buddy, began to laugh at how Hogwarts uses quills and parchment instead of pen and paper. She wasn't alone in the laughter though. Many of her fellow Aussies were eyeing the quills with humour.

When everyone was sitting, waiting for Remus to start, Harry heard Hermione and Jessica's whispered conversation from in front of him and Draco. Ron was sitting with Seamus since Dean had a buddy with him.

"I forgot to ask, what do your parents do?" Hermione asks quietly as she brings out her required items for the class from inside her book bag.

"Oh, my mum's a lawyer and my dad's a scientist," Jessica replies as she reaches into her jacket pocket and pulls out a tiny pen and binder book. She Engorgioed them, which made her blue pen and green sparkly binder book expand until normal sized.

"Oh wow," Hermione says, sounding and looking quite impressed. "Those are some high-class jobs that have very advanced pay. Is your mom and dad a part of the wizarding world?"

"Yup," Jessica said with a nod and started clicking the tip of her pen with her thumb. She knows how annoying it is, yet she just does not give a shit. "When my mother doesn't have a case, she does head to the Ministry as she's also a Ministry lawyer there. Or what you Brits call the Ministry Wizengamot. I rarely see my dad because he's either in his office or at work in the laboratory. How about yours?"

"How interesting," Hermione says brightly and eyed Jessica's pen. She felt sad for Jessica because she didn't see her father much. "And my parents are Dentists."

When Professor Lupin started teaching the class about Gnomes, Hermione and Jessica stopped talking. "Gnomes..." the professor says, leaning his hip against the edge of his desk, his Defence Book open to the page about Gnomes beside him on his desk. "The common house pest in the wizarding world. They are found throughout Northern Europe and North America." He realises Ron Wesley was distracted and watching Hermione Granger a little sadly. "Now... I'm sure you can tell us more about Gnomes, Mr. Weasley?"

Ron looked quickly to the front of the classroom, froze, and swallowed. Then he nodded as knew about Gnomes as he has Garden Gnomes living at the Burrow that he and his brothers take care of. "I do, sir," he responds quickly.

"Have you ever watched Frozen?" Jessica asks Hermione in a whisper, her fingers digging into Hermione's pencil case, looking for something to fiddle with. It was an odd question.

"Of course," Hermione says, looking to her side at Jessica when taking notes on Gnomes. "Why do you ask?"

"I've always wondered if magic like that is possible," Jessica says, glancing up at the ceiling of the classroom in thought. The small dragon skeleton above her intrigued her. "Poppy, my friend, you've met her." Hermione nodded. "Yeah, well... her younger sister Chelsea has been caught up at 4 AM, quietly singing 'Let It Go' and flicking her wrist at the walls, just anywhere she wanted."

Hermione couldn't control her laughter, even Harry who heard them started laughing a little. He's watched a small part of Frozen once as it aired on the kid's TV channel one night at 6 p.m., but he got a little bored of it. He actually had to watch it from behind the Dursley's back, hidden behind a corner so he wasn't seen. If he was found out... he didn't want to think about that. Draco kept poking him, asking him what's funny. He knew Draco wouldn't get it, but he told the blonde anyway.

Jessica kept clicking her pen, and then Dean and his buddy Jamie joined in, and so did the other Australians who wanted to join in who had pens. It got really annoying, even the Professor looked a little annoyed but with a quick swish of his wand, the pens became silent, even when still being clicked quickly.

"Well, shit," Jessica sighs, and Hermione giggles. "You know, I know this is sudden, but last term, I was out on a Walkabout with Poppy and thought about what dragons would be like if they were like Toothless and Stormfly."

"Oh, that's cute," Hermione says quietly with a little smile, twirling her quill around her fingers. "It would be cool if that was possible. I'd like a sweet, adventurous Toothless."

"Same," Jessica whispers.

"Ahem... Are you two ladies done talking?" Professor Lupin asks them calmly.

Flushed, Hermione and Jessica look up at the Professor and nod. "Yes, sir. Sorry."

Professor Lupin smiles. "Good," he says. "Now can anyone tell us how to keep Gnomes out of a garden and how to banish them for good?"

Hermione's hand went straight up like always. Ron knew the answer, but he let Hermione have the credit. While Hermione began to tell the answer as to how to keep Gnomes out of a garden and how to banish them completely, Jessica reached for her phone in her pocket and took it out.

Harry saw that she was turning her phone on, which distracted him completely from class he squinted his eyes and saw all the Apps Jessica had on her phone. He watched her tap the yellow app with the ghost emoji on it, seeing as it is Snapchat, which opened up the app. As he didn't know much about Snapchat and wanted to know what the hell she was doing on her phone in the middle of class, he just watched from behind as Jessica tapped on a few buttons and scrolled until a face popped up on her screen. It was a girl with curly blonde hair, and the background behind the girl looked to be a classroom.

The blonde girl waved at Jessica, and Jessica quickly waved back and started quietly chatting with her and even added Hermione into the conversation. Until Jessica's friend, who Harry found out was named Lilly, noticed that their conversation was being monitored.

"Who's that hottie behind ya, Jess?"

Jessica looks behind her, watching Harry quickly look down at his parchment and smile. She looks back at her friend and replies quietly, "That's the Harry Potter, and he heard you."

Lilly shrugged and tried getting a better look at Harry, but Jessica's head was in the way. "Is he single?" she asks, a smirk appearing on the side of her mouth.

"No," Jessica replies quietly, shaking her head. She turns her phone to the side and leans a little to the left so she can get a view of Draco. "Taken by that one."

"Whoa," Lilly mutters at the sight of the blonde. "Damn, those two will make some gorgeous babies."

"We can hear you, you know," Harry whispers, looking back up at the phone in Jessica's hand with a grin. He doesn't need reminding of how gorgeous Draco is and how his future children will be just as gorgeous as him.

"Mm-hmm," Draco mumbled, dipping his quill in his ink and just continuing to take notes. He didn't care about the conversation and where it was going. He only focused on taking notes, Harry, and the class.

"Meh," Lilly says, twirling a lock of her blonde hair around her finger. A head popped into view next to her of another blonde girl but with large red butterfly glasses. "I'm used to it now. Jess, what time is it over there?"

"It's around ten," Jessica replies with a quick glance at the clock in the top right corner of her phone. "I'm guessing it's 1 in the arvo over there?"

Lilly nods her head; the girl beside her disappears out of the screen. "By the way, how's Skippy doing?" she then asks.

"Skippy?" Harry says from behind Jessica, appearing quite confused. That's a name?

"Yes, Skippy," says Lilly with boredom, and she nods her head again. She looked a little irritated at being cut off, though she hid it quickly with a gentle smile. "He's my Kangaroo mate."

"Oh," Harry says with a little nod. So, she has a kangaroo as a friend? That must be nice. But don't they... fight others and each other? He's seen pictures of kangaroos and they look quite ripped and muscly.

"Yes, Skippy is with the others, probably munching in the fresh grass and shitting everywhere," Jessica tells her with a grin, and Lilly ends up snickering. "I let him, and the others hop around all day instead of just hanging around the Caravan."

"Good," says Lilly lightly. "That's good."

"I'm sorry, a caravan?" Harry then says, confused once more. He knows what one is, of course. He just doesn't understand what they're talking about that involves Kangaroos and a Caravan.

"It's how Jessica and the other Mininjara students travelled to Hogwarts, darlin'," Lilly tells him with a simple little smile, and her hands were distractedly plaiting a thick lock of her hair. "When we latch the kangaroos' harness onto the Caravan's lead – think of it like Santa's Sleigh – they are able to fly and even go at speeds of 150ks per hour."

"That's cool," Harry says, but then quickly looks down at his work when Remus looks over at them.

Remus knew the three students were distracted by something or someone. It was the brick-looking thing that the Australian student Jessica was holding. He knows what it is though. A phone. He's seen Hogwarts students with them. He's even had a student ask if he wants to join in their YouTube video, whatever that means. "Mrs Roberts..." he says at once and walks over to her desk. He normally wouldn't do this, but it's distracting a few of his students who are behind her. "Pass me the phone, please?"

Jessica sighs, feeling like she's back in school in Australia, and hands Professor Lupin her phone after a quick goodbye to Lilly. She thought she'd get away with having her phone in class. Oh, how wrong she was. At least she won't get a detention for this.

Harry sniggered quietly at Jessica losing her phone to Remus, and he looked beside him at Draco and noticed the Slytherin cupping his stomach with a slightly pained look on his face. "Hey," he whispers and puts his hand over the Slytherin's lower back. "Are you alright?"

Draco nodded and removed his hand from his stomach, letting it relax on the table. "Yes, I'm fine," he answers flatly as he continues jotting down notes. "It's just...a stomach bug."

"Oh," Harry says quietly with a frown. He hopes it didn't hurt badly. "Is it really painful? Would you like to go see Madam Pomfrey?"

"No," Draco shakes his head. He didn't want Harry worrying anyway. But as these odd stomach pains occur a few times a week, not to mention morning sickness he's noticed has been happening for some time, he knows he should go seek Madam Pomfrey's help. He just doesn't want to. "It's alright. It's not very painful. I can deal."

Harry sighs slowly but then nods his head. "Alright," he replies softly, and hoping to make Draco smile, he quickly kisses Draco's cheek. "Love you, dear."

A smile slowly makes it onto Draco's face, and he looks at Harry, "I love you too."

*****

Harry was just walking through Hogwarts one early morning by himself, just thinking about life and why he woke up with tears running down his face from a really nice dream of being raised and loved by his mother and father. It was a really good dream too. He watched himself grow up with his parents, and have birthdays, Christmases, and little parties. It was depressing, though it was supposed to be a happy dream.

So, he just dawdled around the castle, wishing he could take his mind off the depressing dream. He hears shouts coming from somewhere close by and having nothing to do but wallow in his thoughts, he decides to follow the shouts. Who would be up at this hour though? He ends up walking to the Grand Staircase and sees people leaping from one moving staircase to the other moving staircase and shouting "Parkour" as they do it. Other students are videoing their jumping friends and laughing.

Honestly... Harry thinks to himself with a sigh. It's 5 in the bloody morning. How can anyone have that kind of energy this early in the morning? But he then realises by the uniform that the students are actually the Australian Mininjara students. No wonder... He knows Australia is ahead of time than America, the UK, and other countries. He didn't know by how much though.

Feeling rather bored, he decides to leave them alone and continue walking around Hogwarts. He decided to go visit Myrtle as he hadn't seen her since Christmas. And he needed a friend who understands the pain to talk to. Sure, he could talk to Draco, but did he want to wake him up? No. He wants his boyfriend to sleep in and get a good night's rest.

As he entered the bathroom, he saw Myrtle sitting on the high circular window looking out at the sunrise over the horizon and sobbing quietly. He knows that if he were dead, he'd be doing the same. But he does watch the sunrise when he cannot sleep and has woken from a nightmare. "Hello, Myrtle," he says tiredly.

Myrtle, startled, nearly falls from the window she was seated on but remembers she's a ghost and steadies herself on the window. "Harry, you startled me," she says a little breathlessly with a sniff and her hand over her non-existent heart. "And hello."

"Sorry I scared you," Harry mutters and walks slowly over to her. He didn't mean to. He honestly thought he'd find her crying in her cubicle, and he'd knock to say he was there and wait for her to float out of the stall.

"It's alright," Myrtle says gently with a little shrug and wipes at her eyes. She notices Harry's demeanour and frowns. "Are you here to talk about things?"

"No," Harry answers flatly, shaking his head. He didn't want to think about it and feel even worse than he already felt. "I don't want to talk about it. Too painful and depressing."

"I understand," Myrtle says with a sad smile at him. "Did you want to talk about anything in particular? Like... life in general or perhaps... Draco?"

Harry gave a small smile at the mention of Draco. "No," he replies, and he gives a heavy sigh. "How about you tell me something that you remember when you were...err...alive? That's if you want to and if you're willing to."

"I guess I can tell you a few things," Myrtle says slowly as if thinking it through before she agrees to tell him some parts of her life. "Well... hmm... oh, Tuberculosis was a big thing back in the 20s and 30s, though it started more in the 1890s. My family, besides my grandmother, was lucky enough to not contract it. But people wanted to be sent to an asylum because it was so noble looking and fancy with its architecture. People have said it would be like living in a giant mansion."

"I don't know much about Tuberculosis," Harry says quietly and leans against the wall which Myrtle was above him, swinging her dangling leg back and forth. "Never learnt about it. Dunno why anyone would teach kids about the disease anyway. It'd scare them."

"It would," said Myrtle with a slow nod, agreeing with him. "It was quite a scary period in time because of Hitler and his... gang. I don't like saying his name or his group. Many people didn't, in fact."

"Just like Voldemort," Harry says in a weak voice as he remembers the being – Tom Riddle wasn't a person anymore – that killed his parents, many others, and Cedric. "He-who-shall-not-be-named. More like a 70-year-old man who became obsessed with Horcruxes and killing me instead of living his life to the fullest and having a family."

"Something I never got to have," Myrtle says sadly, nearly on the verge of tears again. "Though I know I wouldn't have lasted long. I've always wondered how else I could have died if it wasn't for Tom Riddle... The first option would have been to jump off the Astronomy Tower." She suddenly paused as if to think about what she had said. "Oh Merlin, I hope I'm not giving you ideas."

Harry chuckled darkly. Would he try committing suicide again? Probably, if something terrible and heart-aching happens like if someone he cares for were to die and it was his fault, or he lost all his friends and family, Remus and Severus. "Oh, trust me Myrtle, I've been thinking of pitching myself off the Astronomy Tower for years," he tells her with a faint smile. "And I've tried committing suicide multiple times. I've failed, as you can tell. You can hardly see the rope burn from the noose I used to hang myself with now."

Myrtle looked a little shocked to hear all that came from Harry. "Oh Harry," she replies woefully, and she reaches down to pat him on the shoulder but as she can't reach him, she sighs and just floats down to the floor to Harry. "God, you've been through so much. But remember my promise."

"I remember it," Harry says with a nod of his head. He wouldn't ever forget a promise. He's not one to break promises unless it's about his mental health and having to lie to Hermione, Ron, and Draco about where he's been when he has been cutting. "Live life, graduate from Hogwarts, marry into a family and make a family of my own."

"Yes, good," Myrtle says in approval. "Keep it in the front of your mind. Never forget it. I want happiness for you."

"I want you to be happy too, Myrtle," Harry tells her softly. He doesn't want to be happy alone. He wants the best for his ghostly friend too.

Myrtle smiles at him. "Harry, when I see you happy, it'll make me happy because then I can see that you're loving life at that moment," she replies and puts her hands on his shoulders. "I would love to see you grow, and then create children with Draco. I want to see your children running through Hogwarts, creating mischief and being little angels as well."

Harry chuckled at the thought. He wants to see it too. "I'll make sure the kids come and see you," he tells her as a promise. "I wouldn't want you all alone in this bathroom for eternity."

"Thank you," Myrtle says lightly. With a sigh, she floats back a foot and drops her hands from his shoulders and down to her sides. "Now... by the height the sun is, I'm guessing it's time for you to go back to your dorm before anyone wakes up and finds your bed empty. I know your dorm mates care for you."

"Yeah," Harry says, suddenly forcing a smile at the ground. "I know, and I'm glad I have incredible dorm mates." He needs to somehow thank Dean, Seamus, and Neville for being there for him and caring about him. "And yeah... I should be on my way back to Gryffindor. Thank you for the talk, by the way."

"You're welcome, Harry," Myrtle says at last. "Now go, I don't want your dorm mates, friends, and boyfriend worrying about your whereabouts."

"They know I'll come back," Harry says with a shrug and began moving towards the door. He knows they trust him enough on his own when feeling down to come back in one piece. "See you, Myrtle!" The last thing he saw was Myrtle waving goodbye to him, and when outside the bathroom, he began his slow travel back up to Gryffindor Tower.

He arrived back in the dormitory to see Seamus getting out of bed in his pyjamas. He forces a smile at him and decides to get his book bag and fill it with the required books he would need for the day.

"Morning, Harry," Seamus says, not at all worried about the fact that Harry was the first one up and was dressed and ready for the school day as if he'd been up for a long time. "How'd ye sleep?"

"Oh, I slept all fine," Harry said with forced happiness as he stuffed his Potion's book into his book bag, though he knew he would have sounded rather sarcastic than happy. "Just fine, Seamus."

Seamus' blonde eyebrow raised at what Harry said. He knew how sarcasm sounded, even though he was half asleep and could fall over onto his face and just sleep there on the floor. "Harry are ye alright?" he asks gently.

"Yes, I am great!" Harry said quickly, adding fake happiness to his tone as he swung his book bag over his shoulder, ready to leave to be all alone again. "Now I'm going to get some food. I'll see you in class."

"Alright," Seamus says tiredly. "And yeah, ye better be in class or Dean and I will be ditching class to go look for ye with Ron."

Harry gave a small sincere smile. It was nice to know Seamus and Dean would go out of their way to help him. "How are you and Dean by the way?" he then asks.

"Oh, we're doing great," Seamus says happily, his smile bright and Harry knew it would light up Dean's world just seeing it. "I err... feel a little jealous when Dean's hanging with his buddy, Jamie, because he's with him a lot and I never can get alone time with Dean when he's with him. Not until the night when Jamie goes back to the Caravan for the night with the other Australians."

Harry nodded his head. He doesn't understand how Seamus is feeling because Draco doesn't have a buddy, and he thanks the Merciful Lord for that. Oh, how would Ron feel with Hermione spending a lot of her time with Jessica? Poor Ron. "Well, when the Australians leave, then you'll have Dean all to yourself."

"Just a few more months," Seamus mutters with relief. "A few more months..."

"Yeah," Harry says flatly with a forced chuckle. He wants to see Draco right now. "Well... see you!" He hurried out of the dormitory and to the common room. There were only a few students there sitting by the fireplace, and they pretty much ignored whoever came in. Harry prefers to be ignored at the moment until he sees Draco.

Halfway to the Great Hall, he hears shouts of anger and though he knows it isn't his business, he goes and finds where the shouts are coming from. Really though, why are they shouting? In a corridor nearby, he sees Zacharias Smith standing in the middle of a group of Australian students. Oh, what is it now?

As he walks closer, he hears Zacharias saying a sentence over and over again, though it makes no sense, which is, "Oh, if I had my – ET Phone Home – wand, then you'll all be – ET phone Home – sorry!" It was like he couldn't say anything else without adding 'ET Phone Home'.

"I'm sorry, mate," said Eloise with a grin and cupped her ear with her hand. "I didn't hear ya properly."

"That's what ya fucking get for makin' fun of Kane!" snapped another girl with a large blue headband over her hair. It was Eloise's friend, Poppy. "Nobody messes with us Australians or anyone with Mental Health issues!"

"What's going on here?" Harry asks at once as he makes his presence known. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Oh, Harry – ET Phone Home – thank god!" said Zacharias quickly, moving towards him and gripping Harry's shoulders. Harry chuckled amusedly at the quote he remembered from a muggle movie, and then Zacharias began to shake him. "These people are crazy! Get out of here while – ET Phone Home – you still can!"

"This kid here was making fun of my mate because he has turrets," Eloise says, pointing her thumb beside her at the boy to her side who was frowning and being comforted by Poppy. "That is not something to do. So, we got him back with a very difficult spell to make someone say things in repeat."

"Well, I'm – ET Phone Home – sorry!" snapped Zacharias, his arms crossing in irritation at the torture he was going through. "Ugh! Remove the spell – ET Phone Home – at once, please!"

"So, you Imperius'd Zacharias?" Harry asked the girl and was a little shocked to know teenagers have used the Imperius curse at will. Or what he thought was the Imperius curse.

Eloise laughed. "No, no," she says quickly, shaking her head. "We know not to use those bloody curses. They're illegal after all. This is just a spell that's well-known in Australia and we learn in our third year."

"What spell is it exactly?" Harry asks and quickly glances at Zacharias; his lips pressed tightly together as the boy says again 'ET Phone Home'. It's getting annoying now. "I've never heard of such a spell."

"It's called nunyabusiness," says Poppy with a laugh as she squeezes Kane in her side-hug who grinned with his eyes closed.

Harry blinks slowly at them. He can't be bothered dealing with people at the moment. "Alright," he deadpans. "Well, please remove the spell from Zack. He made a mistake, yes, but it isn't okay to punish him with one of your spells. Imagine you had your wand taken away from you, and you had to say things you don't want to say as you couldn't defend yourself."

"Gees, mate, we're only teaching him not to be rude," Eloise says in disbelief that this boy would make it seem so serious that she and her friend are teaching the Hufflepuff a lesson, and so she rolls her eyes.

Harry couldn't take it anymore. He turned around and walked away to the Great Hall. He wasn't in the mood to continue the argument. He just felt too exhausted and mentally tired. He just wanted to go back to sleep but no, he had to push himself through the entire day. Yay...

He sat next to Hermione in the Great Hall, leaned his head on her shoulder and sighed deeply. Ron was on the other side of the table, facing them. "Hermione, please take my depresso away," he says tiredly, noticing Jessica reading two types of Newspapers: The Daily Prophet, and The Sydney Morning Herald. He saw something in The Sydney Morning Herald about some dog saving a child from drowning in a pool. What a heroic dog.

"Oh, I'm sorry you feel that way, Harry," Hermione tells him softly with a frown on her face, and she leans her head over Harry's and puts her arm around him. "I'm glad you told me, by the way. Is there any way I can help?"

Harry shrugged lightly. "I dunno actually," he mutters. Not unless she has the cure to depression that is. "I was hoping Draco would be here early, but he isn't."

"Maybe he's still sleeping?" Hermione suggests to him, the bowl under her chin filled with warm porridge, honey, and strawberries. The scent made Harry hungry, but he didn't feel like eating. Food can wait.

"Not likely," Harry tells her and looks around the table for something to grab to make it seem he'll have breakfast. Cheese toasties, porridge, toast with jam, or waffles. "He's always up early. Maybe he's coming down with Pansy and Blaise?"

"Doesn't Pansy and Blaise have buddies though?" Hermione says as she mixes the honey and strawberries into her warm porridge. "Maybe he's with them, down by the caravan waking their Australian buddies up."

"Maybe," Harry says; a picture pops into his mind of Draco trying to pet the Kangaroo but it ends up standing on its hind legs, making itself taller than Draco, and Draco gets scared and backs away quickly. The thought made him smile.

"Mr Potter," said Professor McGonagall from behind Harry, and Harry turned his head and quickly smiled up at the Headmistress. McGonagall forcefully smiles back. "You are required at the Hospital Wing. Mr Malfoy's there too as he...woke up vomiting and with cramps. He wants to see you."

"What!" Harry said at once and quickly got to his feet. His lover was in the Hospital Wing? How did this happen? "How and why?! What the bloody hell happened?"

"I'm sure you remember what happened when Mr Malfoy was... Dracelle, at the time, isn't that right?" she asks. Harry nods rather quickly, remembering what happened months ago with the potion accident. "Yes, well... You best go see for yourself, Mr Potter. And hurry. He's not in any dangerous situation, just to clear your mind from too much worry. But he'll need you at this time and while his body goes through certain things."

Harry nods again, replies with a quick "Thank you, Professor," and then hurries out of the Great Hall by himself. His stomach was empty, though he didn't care at all. He's just not hungry as his main priority is going to Draco and making sure he's okay. He just doesn't understand what's wrong. McGonagall didn't tell him exactly what was wrong. Why is Draco vomiting and having cramps when he knows Draco's very healthy? It was bloody frustrating.

He walked through the Hospital Wing doors and his eyes laid on the blonde Slytherin laying, asleep, on a hospital bed to the right. Harry then noticed Blaise and Pansy on the other side of Draco sitting on some chairs. He walked over to them quietly, so his footsteps wouldn't wake the blonde, and he sat beside his lover and gave Pansy and Blaise a quick smile. They didn't smile back but did acknowledge his existence with a nod from Blaise and Pansy.

Draco looked very pale and sunken-cheeked, and his fingers looked skeletal thin and white, nails bitten down to the lanulae standing out starkly in the pink beds. Jesus Christ. If he was a little paler, Harry would have thought he was... dead.

Harry reached for Draco's warm hand, despite him being so pale, and intertwined it with his own. He felt comforted and calmer now that he was beside Draco and was feeling him under his skin. He sighed, wishing he knew exactly what had caused the vomiting and cramps and why his boyfriend looked as if he hadn't slept or eaten in weeks.

Pansy looked a little shocked, but Harry couldn't be bothered asking her what was wrong. Blaise just stared down at the mint green sheets covering Draco's belly.

As if she could read thoughts from miles away, Madam Pomfrey entered the Hospital Ward from her office, noticed Harry by Draco's bed and walked over to him. "He's just sleeping," she tells him firmly and Accioed a quill and a yellow folder that came zooming out of her office to her. "He's under a lot of stress, and so is his body. It's going through some changes, you see, as a male body isn't used to carrying a foetus."

Harry looked up at her, blank-faced, as his mind went over the word 'foetus' over and over again. Foetus? That means a baby. A baby. Shocked as his mind comprehended what Madam Pomfrey meant, and by the poster of a magical male pregnancy chart that the medic witch had shown him, everything clicked in his mind. "You mean he's...?"

Madam Pomfrey nodded. "He's pregnant with your child, Mr Potter," she says and quickly glances at the bed sheets as if looking for creases. "5 weeks, to be precise."

Harry was blank-faced again. What...? Then he felt bad because he impregnated Draco with his sperm, and Draco will have it living in him for a long time and will have to birth it, and raise the baby together... But how? "Oh..." he said after a while, thinking about what McGonagall had said earlier. "The baby has been growing in Draco from when he was a woman and I accidentally impregnated her then, and to now?" The Medic Witch nodded. "Shit..."

"Language, Mr Potter," says Madam Pomfrey quickly with a sigh, and she bends down and checks Draco's temperature with a spell. A smile suddenly formed on Blaise's lips, and Harry now didn't feel like two statues were present with him.

"Sorry," Harry says quietly and watches the Medic Witch's wand travel around Draco's body. He pondered if Madam Pomfrey could see things that he couldn't with the spells she was casting on Draco because he surely couldn't see anything happening, besides this one green dot he saw appear above Draco's stomach.

"He'll awaken soon," Madam Pomfrey says. "Just give him time." She then smiles." You and Draco will have to talk about what you want to do with your child. I'm pretty sure you don't exactly want to look after a kid at this age."

"And by my calculations," said Pansy out of the blue, staring down at her fingernails, "Draco would give birth to his child 1 month after we graduate Hogwarts."

"That is correct," Madam Pomfrey says with a nod at the younger witch. But then she's looking back at Harry, "So, Mr. Potter, would you be willing to take care of a child with Mr. Malfoy?" Harry had a blank face again, but deep inside he was panicking.

"I told you..." the quiet and tired voice of Draco Malfoy said, and he looked up at the Medic Witch, his eyes half-open. Harry looked down at Draco's face immediately after hearing Draco's soothing, quiet voice, the panic draining away. "I want to keep it," Draco continues. "If it has a heartbeat, it's alive. It's murder getting rid of it."

"That's a very brave thing to do, Mr. Malfoy," Madam Pomfrey says softly with sympathy. "Now, since you're awake, would you like to know the gender of your child by the prophecy spell? Usually, doctors would wait a few months to tell their patients as a surprise, but I'd like to tell you if you'd like."

"Yes, I'd like that," Draco says with a slow nod as he tiredly sits up, and he gives Harry a loving smile and his hand a squeeze. Harry nervously smiled back. "I want to know the gender of my first-born child."

"Congratulations, it's a girl," Madam Pomfrey says firmly with a little smile. "I'd start thinking of names when you, Mr Malfoy, are 5 months pregnant."

"The problem is... how is it going to come out?" Harry suddenly asks. He still cannot believe Draco's having their child. That he wants to. Draco's going to have to go through so much pain. How are they both going to deal with this?

"I am certain you know where your daughter will come out from, Mr Potter," Madam Pomfrey says, her lip curling. "But, if your partner wants to, he can turn into a she so a few things will be easier for him like Breastfeeding."

Harry, his face suddenly flushing, nods his head. But oh, that's gotta hurt having a baby come out from the arse. Or even out through a lady. God Bless all the women of the world through the ages who have given birth to tiny humans.

"Can't I just feed my daughter with a bottle of milk or something?" Draco asks with a grimace at being a woman again and having to breastfeed a goddamn slobbering baby. He knows he'll need all the help from his mother and Harry to raise his firstborn.

"You could do that, yes," says Madam Pomfrey with a nod. "It's your choice. And about milk... for males using birthing potions, they're required to drink a glass of milk every day. But as of this pregnancy, I'd like you to do the same just in case, understood?" Draco nodded firmly but gave a grimace at the thought of drinking milk alone. "Good... now... I'd like to see you once a month for a check-up on how you and your child are doing. And about your parents, when do you want them to know of the child? Now or later on in the year?"

"Oh..." mutters Draco, his face paling a little more. One thing he hadn't had in mind was how his mother and father would react to him being pregnant. And yet, the Malfoy Family hasn't had a girl born into the family in... in ever as far as he knows. He'd have to ask his father. "I guess my mother should know about this right away. She'll get everything ready for the baby before it comes."

"Mr Malfoy, you cannot depend on your mother for everything," Madam Pomfrey says firmly, a thin line between her brows.

"I know," Draco says, and he sighs and looks at Harry who smiles at him. With his other hand, he reaches over and cups Harry's face. Harry puts his free hand over Draco's, and he presses his face into his hand. "But I'm sure she has some of my baby items somewhere in the Manor that Harry and I can use for our child. Oh... and Madam Pomfrey, do you have anything that I can use for my stomach when it expands to home the baby as it grows? I don't exactly want everyone to know that I'm pregnant."

"Of course," says Madam Pomfrey. "There's a spell I can teach you so you can recast it every week. Some witches and wizards used it if they have to."

Draco nodded. "Thank you," he replies softly to her with a little smile. "I can't thank you enough, really."

"If you have any questions, please come find me," the Medic Witch continues. "I'll always be in my office. Though I'm not qualified to understand how male pregnancies work and what will happen as you haven't taken a birthing Potion as far as I know, I have a few contacts just in case I need to know more or if you have any questions for them."

"I haven't taken any birthing Potions," Draco tells her, shaking his head. He wouldn't know what one looks like either. "Don't think they're common in the United Kingdom."

"They're not, but one male Hogwarts student in the past has fallen pregnant with it," Madam Pomfrey says. Draco's eyes brighten at the news. "He spent some time in America with his lover. It's where he got the Potion from."

"A Hogwarts male student has fallen pregnant before?" Blaise Zabini asks, looking quite stunned at the information. "How come it hasn't been talked about in Hogwarts before?"

"The student, like Mr Malfoy here, didn't want his pregnancy known throughout the school so he asked for it to be kept a secret," Madam Pomfrey stated. "He had a month off school during the due date for when his son was to be born. He's currently already Graduated from Hogwarts and is working in the Ministry now, so you two won't be able to go searching around the school for said student."

"Who's the student, Madam Pomfrey?" Pansy then asks. "Do we happen to know them?"

"I'm unable to tell you lot," said Madam Pomfrey. "I have not been given permission by the father to tell anyone about his child, not even after he graduated from Hogwarts. But if you were to find the man, then he'll tell you, but only if he wants to."

Harry and Draco shared the same look, just knowing the other wanted to know who the student was. Madam Pomfrey saw this and shook her head strictly. "I don't believe the student wants to be buggered by teenagers about their life and their child. He did suffer the terrible loss of a family member in the month he found out he was pregnant. End of discussion. I've told you a lot too much already."

"Alright," Harry drawls, and to distract himself from asking any more questions about the intriguing story of the one Hogwarts male student who got pregnant, he gives Draco's hand a squeeze, and then leans over and gives him a kiss on the forehead. Draco closes his eyes and smiles. "Is Draco okay to head to class today?" he asks the Medic Witch. "I don't want him missing out."

Madam Pomfrey smiles. "Yes, Mr Malfoy's able to go to his classes," she tells him. "But... to inform you further, over the time that Mr Malfoy homes the baby, he'll still get morning sickness as it's a normal thing, as well as cramps, he'll start craving certain foods, his feet would start to feel a little sore, he'll start feeling a little tender in areas."

"That's nice to know," Draco mutters, obviously not liking what he found out will happen to him in the near future. But he knows it'll be worth it when he brings his firstborn into the world. To be honest, it excited him. He had a part of Harry inside of him that was growing into a human being. He and Harry are having a baby!

"Yes," Madam Pomfrey says, and she Accioed a notebook to her that zoomed out of her office. "Now... how is your morning sickness? Any bloating? Have you been eating properly? Any changes in sleeping patterns?"

Draco stares at the blanket covering his knees for a long time, expression tight and strained, throat bobbing as he swallows. "It's not just in the mornings, though," he finally says softly. "I—I tend to sick up at any time of the day." Madam Pomfrey's quill scratching away is the only sound in the room as she nods at him to carry on. "And I'm either ravenous or I want to throw up at the sight of food," Draco adds irritably.

Harry recalls the way Draco was eating his dinner last night, barely pausing to draw breath between bites. "Can you give Draco something for that, please?" He asks Madam Pomfrey gently, frowning at the floor as they all regard him. "He's literally growing another human, he needs to eat," he adds stiffly.

"We'll get there," Madam Pomfrey assures him, no infliction in her tone. "What else, Mr Malfoy?"

Draco shrugs. "I'm not sure, that's pretty much it," he flushes a deep red, "Just some tenderness, but nothing else I can think of right now."

Madam Pomfrey nods and doesn't probe him any further. "I'll have a specialist come over and do a magical ultrasound on you in a week's time," she says and finishes jotting down in the folder. Draco nods. "I'll go get a few pre-natal potions to help with your nausea and a supplement you'll be starting heron." She walked back to her office and second later, came back with two potions, one blue and the other green and a small stack of papers.

"You'll need to start taking a spoonful of this every day," Madam Pomfrey says and puts the tall, green glass down on the small table beside Draco's bed. "It's a comprehensive mix of vitamin supplements, calcium, folic, and immunity boosters; it'll also help your magic replenish itself faster because you're going to be spending a lot of your magic on this baby, Mr Malfoy. Would you like me to give you an additional energy supplement as well?"

"Whatever you see fit; as if I know what I'm doing," Draco replies weakly. Harry smiles sadly at him and squeezes his hand. Draco looks at him, hope glittering in his eyes.

"Okay, well, I'll give you these for the time being, and you can come back if you think you need something more to keep you up and running through the day," Madam Pomfrey nods, "This is for your nausea, by the way, just a basic anti-nausea," she puts down the second, blue glass bottle onto the table. "Here are some pamphlets you can go through at your own convenience – basic do's and don'ts, dietary requirements and restrictions, frequently asked questions and such. Is there anything you'd like me to clarify right now?" she adds gently.

"I don't know," Draco sounds a tad bit lost as he thumbs through the brightly coloured pamphlets.

"Alright," the medic witch says. "Take care of yourself, Mr Malfoy. Please don't hesitate to stop by at any given time."

"Thanks," Draco mumbles with an appreciative nod.

"Now... go right to the Great Hall, Mr Malfoy," Madam Pomfrey said strictly, her arms crossed over her chest. "You need to get some food in you since your child would be drawing energy out of you as well."

"Lovely," Draco says sarcastically with a hard smile. He is carrying an energy-sucking baby? How wonderful. He ends up making Harry laugh, which makes him feel proud. "So, what's this spell I can use called?"

"Come by tomorrow morning for a quick check-up, then I'll tell you the spell and how to reverse it," Madam Pomfrey says. "I've got a few Patents to help right now, so you four should head down for some breakfast."

"Yes, ma'am," says Blaise, and beside him, Pansy nodded her head. "But Draco's not dressed, and he doesn't have his clothes with him. Would you like me to get them?"

"That would be helpful, yes," Madam Pomfrey replies. Blaise nods and quickly gets to his feet and rushes out of the Hospital Wing, disappearing from sight. "Mrs Parkinson, though I love that you're here to make sure Mr Malfoy's alright, I would prefer you're down in the Great Hall getting food."

Pansy sighs and gets up off the chair she had been seated on. "I'll see you at breakfast," she says to Harry and Draco, who nodded at her. "And you better be there, Draco. If not... I don't know. But you both better be in class as well."

"We will," Harry assures her with a quick smile, and he moves forward and sits next to Draco in his bed. He just wants to be closer to his lover, and his own developing child. "Promise. Oh, and you should probably go locate your and Blaise's buddies too."

"Ah, yes," said Pansy. "Thanks for reminding me." And once she left them be, Blaise returned with a bunch of clothes neatly stacked in his arms.

Harry snuggled up to Draco and slid his hand down underneath the sheets covering Draco's stomach. Draco raised one of his blonde brows, and Harry smirked as he guesses Draco thought he was going to touch him on the cock, but in the presence of Madam Pomfrey, he would do no such thing. All he did was move Draco's pyjama top up so he could feel his stomach. His eyes widened as he felt a little bump on Draco's stomach, he looked down and pulled the sheets away from Draco's stomach so he could see.

He smiles as he spots the minuscule bump, just below his navel, barely noticeable – Draco could pass it off as muscle and nobody would think anything of it. He just felt so happy, but also quite worried as Draco will be going through a few things during his pregnancy. "How big would the baby be at the moment?"

"About the size of a grain of rice," Madam Pomfrey says. Beside her, Blaise puts Draco's clothes down on the end of the bed. "She'll be the size of a peppercorn in a week or two."

"Aww," Harry coos and rubs the little bump on Draco's belly gently. He couldn't wait to meet his firstborn. One thing he'll never tell his firstborn when she grows up is that she was a... mistake that shouldn't have been made. But his not-yet-born daughter wasn't a mistake to him. She was made through the love he gave Draco through sex. He just was stupid enough to forget about protection as he's been having sex with Draco for years now and never needed it.

"Get off the bed so I can get dressed, Harry," Draco says gently with a little push on Harry's arm, who chuckled, nodded, and removed himself from the bed. "Oh, and can you and Blaise shut the curtains around me? I don't want anyone... seeing me getting dressed."

"Draco, nobody's going to watch you get dressed," Harry assures him. And then he looked a little unsure of himself and grinned, "Besides me, of course."

Draco laughed. "Of course, you would," he said mirthfully. "But really, take Blaise with you and wait for me outside of the Hospital Wing. Please?"

Harry sighs. He didn't want to leave Draco's side at all. "Oh, fine," he eventually agrees, but before leaving the Hospital Wing with Blaise, he gives Draco a quick kiss on the lips. He didn't get a morning kiss after all. Blaise rolls his eyes at them and closes the curtain on his side of the bed.

"So... can I ask what happened this morning when you woke up?" Harry asks Blaise as they walk out of the Hospital Wing after closing the curtains around Draco.

"Well, he woke me up at 5 am in the morning," Blaise says, stopping by the side of the large door back into the Hospital Wing. He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, his eyes looking down at the stone floor. "He told me he felt really sick and that his stomach and sides were hurting. It concerned me right away as I know Draco rarely gets sick, and I know he wouldn't get cramps. It turns out Draco threw up in bed earlier as he didn't have enough time to rush to the bathroom. If I didn't then rush him to the boy's bathroom down the hallway, I'm certain Draco would have vomited on my bed."

Harry scrunched his nose in disgust at how foul that would be, though if he were there, he would have helped Draco get rid of the vomit and rush him to the bathroom. "Well, I thank you for helping him," he tells the Italian Slytherin with a gentle smile. "I just still cannot believe... after all this time."

"Yeah, you got my best friend pregnant," Blaise drawls, his eyes narrowing into slits as he looks up at the guilty face of Harry. "I cannot believe it's possible. But, well... it apparently is. He didn't even take any birthing Potions..."

"Well, I'm sorry," Harry replies at once, scratching the back of his head with a side smile. "I didn't mean to get him pregnant. We were just... in the zone when it happened. And I don't even know what the wizarding Birth Control is."

"You could have asked someone, you know," Blaise says flatly, looking a little unimpressed with Harry. "Like... your friends, or an adult or two such as Madam Pomfrey, or Mrs Weasley, Narcissa, or even your fathers. Exploring each other in the opposite gender would be normal if that Potion you stuffed up was a common way to explore within couples and what they like sexually. It was to happen eventually, with you and Draco exploring each other."

"I'm so hungry!" Draco exited the Hospital Wing with a groan, in his Slytherin robes, and he quickly twined his hand with Harry's and put his other arm around Blaise's shoulder. "Harry, can we get some food, please?"

"Of course, dear," Harry says gently with a smile at his blonde lover. He then remembers what Myrtle said. He wants him to be happy, and one of the suggestions she wants him to do is to have a child with Draco. Did she predict the future or was that just made to be said? "Let's go. I don't think I ate either."

They arrived at the Great Hall and took a seat at Slytherin table next to Pansy who was eating some warm Porridge in peace. Her buddy Samantha – though she just preferred the name Sammy – was seated beside her, spreading Vegemite on her toast. They didn't want to disturb them, but Blaise ended up starting a conversation with her about the latest fashion trends in Australia: thongs, board shorts, and bikinis.

Draco immediately dug into some waffles he piled onto his plate and poured himself a glass of milk with a sigh. Harry chuckled at his hungry boyfriend, then decided on what to eat. Some toast sounds nice. "I've noticed that you don't talk much," he says to Pansy's buddy.

Sammy looked up at him and smiled. "Yes, I talk," she replies, her curtain of wavy ginger hair falling over half of her shy face which she pulls back behind her ears. "Just not as much as everyone else as I tend to be err... more quiet."

"Sammy reminds me of Hermione," Pansy says, and she pours a goblet of tea for herself and her buddy Sammy. On the other side of Pansy was Daphne, and she didn't look too thrilled with having another girl steal all of Pansy's attention from her. "She loves reading and learning new things. She's like a Hermione 2.0 but Australian."

"That's nice," Harry replies faintly. He doesn't want to talk about having another Hermione. One's enough. "So, what would you normally do during Lunch time?"

"Well, there's eating," Sammy says ironically. Pansy laughs at her sarcasm, though it wasn't heard in Sammy's voice. Harry just rolls his eyes. "Other than that, people do whatever they want. Study, go outside and play, or just hang around in the common rooms with their mates."

"Err... play?" Blaise says, purely confused with the wording Sammy used. What does she mean to play? What do they play with?

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Blaise," Draco mutters with a sneer, and he rubs at his tiny baby bump as if it'll shield the non-innocent things in the world from his child. He wants to raise his firstborn right.

"I wasn't thinking that!" Blaise snaps at him. Draco gives him a glare, picking his glass of milk up and taking a long sip, though disliking the taste of its plainness. "Merlin. You get your mind out of the gutter, Draco. Anyway, please continue."

"The students chose to either play a sport with their mates like cricket, soccer, rugby – whatever they wanted really – for the entirety of lunch break or go on walks through the bush," Sammy explains. "We use our Quidditch field as our Football, soccer, and rugby field as well and we use the normally required balls. We actually play more muggle sports than we do of Quidditch."

"Do you practise Quidditch at all?" Harry asks. He'd be shocked to find out that the Mininjara students didn't practise at all. "Don't you have Quidditch matches versing the other School Houses?"

"Oh, we do," Sammy says with a nod. "The Quidditch Teams practise Quidditch a few times a week. We're quite competitive, and quite rough on the field so if ever ya dare challenge one of us then good luck mate, you'll need it."

"Ehehe, yeah," Harry says, faking a laugh as he now feels curious as to how rough the Aussies play. He wouldn't mind gathering up the Gryffindor Quidditch Team and versing one of the Australian Houses. It'd be fun and thrilling. But as he hasn't seen the Aussies play, he's a little hesitant in actually wanting a match of Quidditch with them.

Draco finally drank the entire glass of milk and slammed it on the table like he just drunk a shot and wanted another. But he didn't want another glass of milk. He wasn't too thrilled in the knowledge that he'd have to drink milk every day for the baby.

Harry chuckles at him, and he raises his hand and caresses his lover's cheek. Draco looks at him fondly, then leans his head on Harry's shoulder and closes his eyes, drowning out the sound from the Great Hall and only focusing on Harry's breathing and light fluttery kisses that were pressed on his forehead.

Before they headed off to Herbology together, they left the Great Hall to the Room of Requirement, had asked for a comfortable room, and had snuggled together on a soft maroon couch for the last thirty minutes that they had alone together.

*****

Harry was down by the Quidditch Pitch with the rest of the Gryffindor team, practising with the bludgers and Quaffles, practising moves and strategies for the oncoming game in April. But he stopped chasing the practise snitch when Draco and Blaise entered the Quidditch Pitch, and he quickly flew down to them. "As much as I love seeing you here, Draco, why are you here?" he asked immediately and got off his broom, landing on his feet.

"I just wanted to come and see how you're doing," Draco tells him, giving him a wry smile. He puts his arms around him in a hug and kisses Harry's cheek. "Aren't I allowed to see my boyfriend when he's playing Quidditch like I've always done?"

"Yes, but not for the rest of the year while you're pregnant," Harry replies, vividly blushing, leaning slightly away so he can look Draco in the eye. He puts a hand over Draco's midriff, wishing he could feel the small baby bump under his fingers, "We've got the bludgers out, and I don't want them aiming at you or our kid while you're close by."

"Harry, nothing of the sort will happen as bludgers only chase the players that are in the air," Draco assures him softly, and he puts his hand over Harry's. "I'll be the one worrying about your arse getting hammered by the bludgers. I don't want you in the Hospital Wing again."

Harry laughs as he knows he's guilty of getting hurt in Quidditch easily, either by distraction or by mistake. "Still, I don't want to risk you somehow getting hurt," he broods, and Draco rolls his eyes and kisses him. Harry slowly smiles in the kiss, his heart fluttering wildly as he deepens the kiss as he tilts his head, but then he's ripped from Draco's loving embrace and Ron's there, standing next to him with an arm around his shoulder and a wide grin on his face.

"Mate, we need you on the field now," Ron says to Harry who sighs slowly and looks over Ron's shoulder at the circle gathering of Gryffindor Quidditch Team members and students including Jessica Roberts, Hermione, Luna, Dean, Seamus, and a few others. "Everyone's becoming a little side-tracked, we need you. And you can see Draco after practice is over, so come on!"

"Alright!" Harry said finally, nodding at Ron. "I'm coming." He looks at Draco and smiles as he cups his Slytherin boyfriend's gorgeous face in his hands and he kisses him quickly. "I'll see you after," he whispers to Draco who nods. "Be careful. I love you."

"I love you too, Harry," Draco whispers back, a genuine sweet smile on his lips. "Now go and have fun training. The Gryffindorks need their captain."

Laughing, Harry gives Draco one last kiss which makes Ron roll his eyes and sigh in exasperation. Then with Ron, Harry heads back to the group of Gryffindor Quidditch team misfits and a mixture of Hogwarts and Mininjara students who're sitting in a perfect circle facing the middle. Cult-ish much? Ginny at the moment, was walking around the outside of the circle of students, tapping everyone's heads and saying "Duck" until she got to Jessica and shouted "Goose!".

Jessica grinned, got to her feet extremely fast and then chased Ginny around the circle. Jessica was too fast and tagged Ginny before she sat down next to Seamus. "Aha!" she shouts in victory. "Yes!" Ginny groans.

"Oi!" Harry snaps at them all, his broom over his shoulder. "Back to practice! Enough silly games of Duck, Duck, Goose." He remembers the childish game from back in primary school. It was quite popular, and this group of kids from his class used to play it during Recess and Lunch all the time. He just was never included.

"Come on, mate," Jessica says to him, poking her head up over Seamus' head, looking quite unimpressed. "Come join us! We're havin' fun here."

"No!" Harry snaps. "We need to train. Everyone who's not on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team get off the bloody pitch! Now!" Quickly, many of the Hogwarts students on the pitch got up and rushed over to the stands on Harry's order.

"How about we help you train?" Jessica suggests as she gets to her feet, grinning at him with her teeth. Behind her were 4 other Mininjara students. "We can teach you lot a few tricks like the Magpie, the Hungry Seagull, the Boomerang, and the Bunning's Snag."

Harry considered the offer for a moment, though he didn't really know about these apparent Quidditch moves and how advantageous they'd be for the team. But new training's good, right? "Alright," he finally agrees, nodding his head. "Go get your brooms, we'll need the extra training anyway."

"Great!" Jessica beams, and she turns away to the 4 other Aussie students who all get up and sprint out of the pitch. She follows behind them, running after them.

Harry sighs at their leaving figures, and he looks up at the stands, seeing Draco sitting with Blaise and chatting with him. He wanted to be up there with his boyfriend talking with him too, but Quidditch practice is his priority right now.

Finally, Jessica returns with her mates and even a few more Mininjara students are by her side. A mixture of Nimbus 2001's and Nimbus 2000's was held amongst the seven students.

"Let's see what you've all got," said Harry to the Australian students, suddenly wanting Gryffindor to verse these Aussies just to see how good they really are. "But first, I'd like to see these moves you lot have."

"Why, of course," said Eloise with a grin, getting on her Nimbus 2001 and shooting up into the blue sky. She then accelerated speed, flying towards the farthest goal hoops, and then took a sharp turn and headed back to the other goal hoops.

Jessica explained to Harry and the Gryffindor Quidditch team the Quidditch moves they know and the popular ones that the Australian Quidditch Teams use starting from the boomerang which Eloise had shown them, then the magpie which consists of very tricky stunts and dives, the hungry seagull which are death dives that Harry doesn't want the Gryffindor Team to try as it just looked too tricky and deadly, and finally the Bunning's Snag which was stunts upside down on the broom.

The Gryffindor Quidditch Team joined the Australians up in the air on their brooms. It was a Gryffindors vs. Mininjara Quidditch game, and Luna was the commentator.

Harry flew up high above everyone. He glanced at all the Mininjara students, and he noticed that one had the Golden Snitch. It was Eloise. She glanced up at Harry, gave him a nod and let the snitch go. It zoomed off in a rush of gold, disappearing from sight. She flew up to Harry on her Nimbus 2001 and smirked at the boy, ready for this challenging game.

"Yuh ready?" she asks him.

Harry nodded. "Ready," he tells her. He couldn't wait to find out just how rough these people play.

"Everyone, get ready and take your places..." says Luna up in the commentator's box, "And... go!"

Harry quickly looked around the pitch for the Golden Snitch, though to his curiosity, Eloise was flying around the pitch already, her honeycomb hair flowing behind her like a cape, but she hadn't spotted the snitch yet as far as Harry knew. She was just searching.

The first goal was surprisingly scored just a minute into the game, and it was by Jessica who had swerved around Ginny, Demelza, and Dean and tricked Ron into thinking she was scoring to the right when instead she went over the hoops and scored from behind. 0 to 10.

Damn, they're good, Harry thought. He kept his eyes on the sky, searching closely for the ball of gold. As he flew higher, he just dodged a bludger, it was only inches from his face. He watches the bludger fly towards Ron, who dodges it quickly by diving down, but then it chased after Ginny.

Ginny flew up, and the bludger flew up also, chasing her. Jimmy Coote flew behind her and whacked the bludger away with his beater bat.

"Thanks, Coote!" Ginny shouts. Jimmy nods his head and flies off. Demelza Robbins scored a goal as she flew past Jessica who grunted in defeat. So far it was 10 to 10.

Harry, looking around the stands, finally sees the snitch above the Slytherin Quidditch Tower, and without a glance at where Eloise is, he flies right towards it. But then suddenly, something beneath him catches his eyes. Whoa...

It was Eloise underneath Harry, hanging tightly upside down with her legs and arms around her broom. She grinned at him and accelerated, zooming past Harry and towards the Slytherin Tower. Surprised at the move of The Bunning's Snag, Harry quickly accelerates forward, his eyes on the snitch and slowly catching up to the Australian.

He barrels rolls to the side and picks up speed, little by little passing her as his Firebolt was faster. He reaches his hand out towards the flying snitch, and beside him, Eloise does the same, but she suddenly swerves to the side out of reach from the snitch. Harry didn't look to see what she was doing, he just focused on catching the snitch.

Mininjara scored a goal again. 10/20. Jessica high-fives Jamie who had scored for them.

In Harry's peripheral vision, he saw a figure moving towards him from the side, and quickly, he glanced to the side and saw Eloise coming straight for him. Only when Eloise was inches away from him, she suddenly swooped down under Harry, then flew up and over Harry in a barrel roll and sped forward towards the snitch. The move was The Magpie.

Harry couldn't believe his eyes; she was like a bird who had flown since birth. How can she do that and not feel scared?

"GO HARRY!" Harry hears Draco shout from somewhere on the Slytherin stand, and it gives him a boost of energy, so he pushes his broom faster, his arm feeling sore from being outstretched for so long though he keeps it raised, his hand ready to capture the snitch. A little closer... A little bit more...

Yes! Harry wrapped his hand around the snitch and grinned victoriously. He pulled his Firebolt to a stop and looked over at Draco who was beaming at him and clapping. Eloise flew to Harry's side, holding out her hand.

"Good game, mate!"

Harry shook her hand, "Yes," he replies. "It was quite a game. You were really good too. You're such a daredevil."

Eloise laughed loudly and nodded her head. "Thank you," she says greatly, smiling at him. "You were really good too!"

They flew down to where the group of Gryffindor Quidditch members and Mininjara students were congratulating each other and shaking hands. Harry grinned at Ron and hugged him, then flew up to Draco and Blaise and gave his Slytherin a tight hug and a loving kiss. Draco chuckled in the kiss and made sure Harry felt the love he gave him through the kiss and as he put his arms around him.

They headed back up to the castle and Harry dropped his broom off in the dorm room. Draco smirked and pulled Harry onto the bed, and he crawled back to the pillows and leaned on his elbows. Harry chuckles and leans down, capturing Draco's soft lips in a kiss, but then moves down and lifts Draco's top and cardigan up. It's something he always does. His eyes glimmer as he sees the small bump over his lover's abdomen, and with an adoring smile, he kisses the bump and looks at Draco's face as he does so.

Draco smiles at him and puts his hands on the sides of his stomach. There's just something so... incredible, and almost so magical when Harry kisses his stomach as he's pregnant. He hoped their daughter could feel the love, though he doubted it as she was still only small. A peppercorn apparently.

Harry crawled back up and kissed him again, and then on the nose, leaving a trail of kisses down his jawline. Draco chuckled, and Harry nibbled on his earlobe which earned him a groan from the Slytherin underneath him.

"You were really good today," Draco whispers, his silvery eyes staring up at the ceiling. "You played well against the Australians, and they're extremely good as well." His sight of the ceiling becomes blocked by Harry's head that's looking down at him.

"More like better than us," Harry mutters, looking away as he recalls the tricky move Eloise had performed on her broom. "Did you see those moves Eloise performed?" Draco nods, and Harry looks into his eyes. "They were incredible but very dangerous." He suddenly smirks. "I was thinking of having them teach me those Quidditch moves. What's life without a little risk?"

"Harry, no," Draco deadpans, his eyes narrowing at Harry. "You're not risking your life practising new Quidditch moves while we're nearly done with school and while I'm pregnant. I won't allow it. Too much stress."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Oh, fine," he replies flatly with a smile. A group of people then walked into the dorm room. It was Dean, Seamus, Jamie, and Ron.

"Come on, mate," said Ron to Harry. "You too, Draco. We're going to the Great Hall for an early dinner. Then after, Jamie wants to teach us a fun game to play in the Common Room."

"Mmmm, alright," Harry replies, giving a half smile in curiosity at what game they'll be taught. Draco frowns and puts his arms around Harry's waist, wanting what they are going to do. Harry smiled down at him and cupped his face, "We'll save this for after dinner and the apparent game." Draco nodded with a sigh, sitting up with a small grunt of pain, and Harry slid off the bed with a look of sympathy at him.

They headed to the Great Hall, and when seated at the Gryffindor table, Harry noticed Draco quickly dishing his plate up with food and hungrily eating it all. Jees, he thought, did he not have breakfast? And when sweets were served, the Slytherin grabbed the sweetest mouth-watering delicacies. He nearly had two of everything. Cream buns, pumpkin pasties, vanilla slices, chocolate mousse, and ice cream. Harry was slightly afraid Draco would feel like shit after eating all that.

And then finally, dinner was over. Harry took Draco back up to the dorm to rest on his bed as the Slytherin felt 'too full to converse with anyone and do anything' in Draco's words. He kissed him an early goodnight and whispered promised lovemaking to him when he got back. Closing the door behind him, he headed down to the Common Room where he saw Ron, Hermione, Dean, Seamus, Jessica, Eloise, Jamie, and a few others sitting around the room, all chairs facing the centre of the room.

Harry stood there in silence as he saw the large white mat with 16 colourful large polka dots on it. Ah, twister. He remembers the game that he never got to play as a child, even in Primary School. He didn't exactly want to play the game as it brought back a few bad memories, but he didn't want to be rude and not join in the fun. How bad could it be though?

It wasn't so bad in the end. Hermione, Jessica and surprisingly Jamie were the last ones who were tangled up together as they were all pretty flexible. So, Harry just went back upstairs to find Draco sleeping soundlessly like a baby on Harry's bed. He didn't want to disturb him at the moment, so he just quietly slid into bed with the Slytherin and cuddled up to him.

*****

Draco and Harry walked into the Hospital Wing exactly a week later, and they noticed the unfamiliar young man in light blue robes talking with Madam Pomfrey by a Hufflepuff student whose skin was green and scaly. What the hell happened to the kid?

Hearing their footsteps, the Medic Witch looks over the fellow medic wizard's shoulder to see the two people she was expecting. "Mr Malfoy, Mr Potter, this is Doctor Keegan Ivan. He'll be assisting me with your pregnancy, Mr. Malfoy. If you have any questions regarding the pregnancy and the birth of your child, you can ask Dr Ivan."

"Okay," Draco says, nodding his appreciation at her, "And thank you for doing all this for me, Madam Pomfrey." He looks at the man standing beside Madam Pomfrey and smiles as he extends his hand to him for a polite handshake, "Hello, sir."

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy," Dr. Ivan says and shakes the younger man's hand. "It's great meeting you, and you too, Mr Potter." He shares a handshake with Harry, then lets go and leads the boys towards the nearest bed. "Now, let's get you on a bed Mr Malfoy so I can perform the ultrasound on you. Robes open."

Draco gets on the bed and lies down. He opens his robe until the pale stretch of his belly is visible under Dr. Ivan's elbow as he waves his wand in circles. Draco has got his hands clasped over his chest and is staring determinedly at the ceiling, his face and demeanour anxious and oddly soft now, from where Harry watches.

Dr Ivan murmurs under his breath and the Ward is plunged into darkness, startling both Harry and Draco, before suddenly, there is a rectangular patch of light glowing against the wall above the table next to Draco's bed, Draco's belly seeming to glow with it. Stepping closer, Harry thinks it looks similar to a Muggle slide projection but cannot for the life of him make out what he's supposed to be looking at.

"Oh," Dr Ivan breathes thoughtfully, light brown eyes wide. "It's—Mr Malfoy, your womb is a lot stronger and well-developed than one might've hoped for or expected at this stage of a male pregnancy."

"That's a good thing, right?" Harry presses, staring between the Doctor's expression of awe and the projection on the wall.

"Yes, it most certainly is," Dr Ivan tells Draco, "The provisional womb your body has created to house this baby. And yes, Mr Potter, it's a very good thing." His finger singles out a small, oblong shape somewhere in the centre of the greyish stretch. "There," he says softly.

"What?" Draco and Harry ask in unison, Harry taking a step forward.

Dr Ivan smiles, eyes twinkling. "That's your baby," he tells them, pointing once more.

"It looks nothing like a baby," Draco mumbles, frowning, staring unblinkingly at the almost shapeless blob Dr. Ivan is indicating.

"I can't see it," Harry complains breathlessly, taking yet another step forward. Finally, he stares breathlessly at a small bump he's finally spotted, tilting his head this way and that, too conscious of Draco's caustic tongue to ask Dr Ivan to confirm whether he's really looking at his kid or at Draco's incredibly tiny appendix or something.

Dr Ivan is waving his wand again and then there's a sudden low, speedy thrumming filling the room, at which point Dr Ivan flashes Harry a quick grin. "That's a nice, strong heartbeat right there, hear that?"

"Tell me where it is again," Draco blurts, and Harry eagerly steps forward as Dr Ivan laughs softly and carefully points out that tiny mass of grey again.

"Your baby is barely larger than a peppercorn, at this point," he smiles, "there isn't much to see now, but everything seems to be perfectly in order. You'll definitely have something more discernible to see in your future scans. It's the foetus' heartbeat that people are usually worried about but again, everything seems fine there too, as you can hear."

Harry stares at Draco's stomach where he sees the baby bump. Smiling sweetly, he bends down and places a kiss on the bump, and suddenly Draco's hands are in his hair. He looks up to see Draco's handsome face smiling down at him, and he smiles back at him.

"I'll need to scan your signature and require a sample of your blood now, Mr. Malfoy," Dr Ivan ends the projection, causing both men to blink around in the sudden brightness as the lights come back on, "You can sit up and fasten your robes now if you like."

Draco hurries to do so, doing up the black buttons on his Slytherin robe without looking at either of them, legs dangling off the bed. He obediently holds out his arm when Dr Ivan extends a hand, before freezing when he pushes his sleeve up.

He keeps perfectly still as Dr Ivan, perfectly casual and professional for his part, briskly makes a small incision below the crook of Draco's elbow, collects a small smear of his blood in a vial, and heals the cut with a neat tap of his wand, pulling Draco's sleeve back down after.

Taking a step back he moves his wand in a straight line in front of Draco, starting from his forehead down to where his feet swing above the floor, repeating the motion a couple more times before an orb of pale, bluish-silver light appears over Draco's heart, floating serenely towards Dr Ivan.

"I'll be just a few minutes," Dr Ivan tells them, carefully collecting the glowing orb in the palm of one hand, and the vial of blood in the other before bustling out of the room to Madam Pomfrey's office.

Harry sat beside Draco on the bed, excited to find out more about their child. "So," he says as puts his hand over Draco's and twines them together, "how are we going to do this together? Take care of a child while trying to get jobs?"

Draco shrugs, his silver eyes staring ahead. Harry couldn't figure out what his boyfriend was staring at. "We'll manage through it," the Slytherin says, and he turns his head and looks at him with love. He bumps his shoulder into Harry's and beams. "I believe we'll get through it together."

Their foreheads touch, and so do their noses, until Harry closes the distance between them and kisses the Slytherin softly on the mouth, his head tilting to the side to deepen the kiss with his boyfriend. Draco sighs during the deep affection, his hand lifting to cup Harry's cheek, his other hand over his tiny baby bump as if by touching it, it'll share the amount of love he gives Harry to the baby.

Dr Keenan walks back in, arms laden with files and several familiar large glass bottles. He arranges them on the table beside the bed Draco's on. "Boys," he says, breaking the two younger men out of their snogging, and he opens up a green folder. "How are you doing, Mr Malfoy? Have you been drinking the required amount of milk? Are there any new symptoms you want me to make note of or address? Excessive fatigue? Backache? Muscle cramps? Heartburn? Constipation?

"My lower back aches in the morning just after I wake up, but that's probably because of the way I sleep," Draco tells him. "It loosens up over the day; otherwise, I'm fine. Those potions take care of things. And yes, one glass of milk a day."

Mr Ivan is scribbling away in the folder as he nods. "No fluctuating appetite now, I hope? Your nausea should be more or less receding by this point." Draco nods. "Good. Any cravings? Mood swings?"

"Yes and yes!" Draco bursts out at once, leaning forward slightly, feeling slightly deranged. "Give me something to keep the mood swings down. I can't be getting angry and crying every day for the rest of this pregnancy!"

Next to him, Harry stifles a snort and when Draco whips him a glare, dips his head between raised shoulders, hurriedly rearranging his face. When he turns, Dr Ivan is looking between the two of them with a small, twinkly-eyed smile. A little flustered Draco whips his head around to look for something sugary to eat but doesn't see anything.

"What have you been craving?" Dr Ivan asks Draco, who rolls his eyes.

"Oh, loads of things!" Draco says at once. "Olives, apples, sweets like chocolate – anything chocolatey, really."

"Yeah, I've seen you eat double your size of sweets after dinner," Harry points out, yelping when Draco smacks his arm sharply with his long, bony fingers. He grins after though. "Ice cream, icing buns, and cheesecake. Oh, what else?"

"Shut up, Harry," Draco grits out. "And I crave it all the fucking time!"

Harry sulks, rubbing the bright red prints Draco has left on his arm, "Merlin, Dr. Ivan, give him a sedative of some sort, would you?" He shies away, laughing lightly, as Draco gives him a half-lidded, haughty glare.

Dr Ivan is practically beaming at the pair of them now, hands clasped on his file, gaze flicking between them like he's watching tennis. When they both stop and look at him, he lets out a loopy little sigh and looks back down. "Alright, so, I'll come back in a week's time to tell you the test results and if needed, some extra potions."

"Great," says Draco calmly with a smile, but when he looks down under the sleeve of Harry's arm, he frowns and feels a rush of guilt and thoughts overwhelm him. He didn't mean to hit him. It's these bloody mood swings. What if he does it again and Harry gets upset and runs off? What if he ends up making Harry cry? What if-

"Jesus, Draco, calm down!" Harry says softly to Draco when he notices the tears welling up in those gorgeous silver eyes, and he grabs at Draco's hands and holds them close. "What's wrong?"

"I am so sorry," Draco says, voice breaking, and Harry brings Draco's hands to his mouth and kisses the back of them. The Slytherin begins to sob, and he leans to the side into Harry who puts his arms around him and kisses his forehead.

"Whatever you're sorry about, don't be," Harry tells him quietly, his eyes watching Dr Ivan leave through the Floo in Madam Pomfrey's office. "It wasn't your fault."

"I f-fucking slapped you," Draco hiccups, sobbing into Harry's chest. "I'm s-so sorry, Harry. Please, forgive me."

"Draco, I forgive you," Harry tells him with a sweet smile. "But I know it's just hormones. You're going through a lot while pregnant."

Draco sniffs loudly and looks up at him, his cheeks stained with tears and eyes red and blotchy. "I love you so much," he choked out and cupped Harry's face. "So much." He quickly presses his lips to Harry's just for a second, before leaning away. "Thank you for dealing with me all these years."

Harry let out a little amused chuckle and gave him a watery smile. "It's me who you had to deal with, actually," he replies weakly. "And I love you too." He looks around the room for Madam Pomfrey and sees her with the green-skinned boy, only he sees half the kid's body is still green and scaly while the other side is a normal creamy skin colour.

He looks back at Draco and sees how tired the blonde looks, so he pats the pillow, "Lie down and get some rest, Draco," he says softly. "You need it." Draco nods his head and lies down on his side on the bed, a few tears falling out of his eyes.

Harry kisses his forehead and then walks over to Madam Pomfrey. "Ma'am can Draco rest here for some time before classes?" he asks of her. "He has err... become rather sad."

Madam Pomfrey nods, "Of course," she replies. "You can stay too if you'd like. Draco needs you and will be relying on you in several different ways such as seeking emotional support from you – it's natural to expect it from your partner when you're in a physically and emotionally compromised state." Harry looked surprised, and he opened his mouth, questions on the tip of his tongue but she cut him off. "I'll write a slip to say you can skip a class for today."

"Oh, thank you," Harry says quickly and gives her a smile then walks back over to Draco resting on the bed. Draco reaches his hand over to Harry, and Harry beams at him, closes his hand over Draco's and gets in bed with him. "I love you," he says again to Draco's face, his bright silver eyes, and soft lips.

"I love you too, Harry," Draco whispers, his lids half open as he snuggles close to Harry and puts an arm around him. Harry kisses his forehead once more, before resting his head on the pillow beside Draco's.

*****

Ah. Finally, the most Romantic Day of the Year. In the early morning, Harry received an Owl from Narcissa wishing him and Draco a happy Valentine's Day, and included in the Owl were two heart-shaped chocolates. Yummy! He couldn't help himself but eat one of them, saving the second to give to Draco when he sees him soon. Harry's Valentine's Day with Draco was quite special, and he tried to make it even better by taking Draco out on a date in London, but unfortunately, they weren't allowed to go so far away from Hogwarts at the moment and they didn't want to get caught. So instead, they just spend their time in the garden of Amare, and under the Willow Tree, and for lunch they go to the kitchens just so they can eat alone together.

And after a delicious lunch of Noodle Soup and buttered bread, they returned back to the boy's dormitory. However, when they both entered, they stopped and turned around right away as they saw Seamus' bed rocking and heard deep grunts. They didn't see anything else, thankfully.

Harry suddenly crashes into something as he walks forward while glancing behind him at the dorm door. He apologises, and when he realises who it is, he gives a friendly smile. It was Jamie, Dean's buddy. Who let him in? "You better not go in there," he says quickly. "It's err... taken by a couple who are doing the Devil's Tango."

Jamie snorts. "Of course, they're getting laid," he replies casually like it's the most normal thing ever to say, and he shakes his head. "Dean and his boyfriend are literally always fucking around this time. I've got to hand it to them, they've got to have their private fun sometime."

"Yeah," Harry replies flatly, and Jamie pats Harry's shoulder and then walks off back down the hallway. "Poor guy," he continues. "All he wants to do is hang out with Dean and Seamus."

"Unless he wants a threesome with them," Draco tells him, smirking at what he said, and Harry bursts out into belly laughter. A threesome sounds interesting, but he wouldn't want to do such a thing with someone else besides Harry. But then a thought entered his mind. Two Harry's fucking him. One behind and one in front. He felt a little turned on by that idea.

"God, Draco," Harry says breathlessly and puts an arm around his side. "You're hilarious!"

"Why don't we head back down to the gardens and make another nice patch of lovely flowers together?" Draco suggests as he leans closer and presses his body into Harry's backside. "Hm? What do you say, my darling?"

Harry let out a "Mmm" in thought as he liked the idea, but then he thought about the child inside Draco. "What about our child, Draco? Would it be possible to have sex while you're currently pregnant?"

"Of course, it is, Harry," Draco says softly with a laugh. "Our child's not big enough for me to acknowledge it could hurt the baby and me during sex with you. After five months or so, then yeah... no sex." Harry gives a frown and sighs. It'll be a hard year, it seems. Draco smirks. "But that doesn't mean no blowjobs."

"But I've heard things before... like whatever you eat, the baby also consumes," Harry says with uncertainty when they enter the Common Room from the Dormitory staircase. Only a few Gryffindors were in the Common Room with their friends. He noticed a boy on a dark green Nintendo DS, and it looked quite new and was round and didn't have edges like the Nintendo's he knew of. On the back of the Nintendo was 'Nintendo Switch'. "So... I wouldn't want her to eat something she shouldn't."

"Until she turns 16, has a boyfriend, and gives him a blowjob," Draco mutters with a scowl that's directed at the floor. This unborn future man or woman, whoever they are, better treat his daughter right in the future.

Harry looks at him seriously. "No daughter of mine is getting a boyfriend or girlfriend until they're 17, or out of Hogwarts," he deadpans with a frown. He didn't even want to think about his daughter at the age of 16 doing such a thing.

"Harry, I know you well, and even I know you wouldn't be that kind of father," Draco says as he links his arm with Harry's as they pass a few Gryffindors entering the Common Room as they exit.

"Yeah, that's true," Harry responds lightly, and up ahead of them in the corridor, he spots Hermione and Ron walking towards them, laughing together as it appears Ron had said something funny. "That parenting instinct would be yours, my dear." He leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.

Draco smiles. It was true, to an extent. He'd want to make sure he knows the future man or woman for his daughter. He'd want him or her over for dinner, get to know them with Harry, and make sure they're not a bad person. Why were they talking about this on Valentine's Day of all days?

"Hey guys," Harry says brightly to Ron and Hermione. "How's your day been?"

"Oh, it's been fantastic!" Hermione beamed and squeezed Ron's arm that she had her arm wrapped around. "I couldn't have wanted this romantic day to be like any other, or to be better! It'll be a day to remember."

"That's wonderful," Harry tells her with a smile, and he glances to his side at Draco. "Our day was like no other. I'm so glad I got to share it with my Draco."

Draco rolled his eyes at the lovey-doveyness of this conversation, but he couldn't stop his heart from skipping a beat as Harry looked at him and confessed how much he enjoyed the day, and of course, for spending it with Harry. It couldn't make him any happier than he is now.

"So, where were you two heading off to?" Ron asks them quickly as if he wants this conversation to quickly end so he can go to someplace with Hermione for some alone time.

"We were going to our dorm room when we found out Seamus and Dean were... you know, doing their normal thing in bed," Harry replies awkwardly with a half-smile. "Jamie actually came by to see if the two were willing to hang... he found out from us."

Ron laughed loudly, which gathered the attention of a few students walking in the corridor they were in.

"OI, MATES!" shouts one of the many people in the corridor, and it turns out to be Jessica, who's jogging up to them and wearing some kind of animal outfit. A Onesie. Is it supposed to be a unicorn with a pink mane and tail? She was carrying a large brown box in her hands too.

"Hey Jess!" Hermione says lightly, and she looks into the box she has. "Oh? You have candy?"

Jessica nods. "My mates from Australia shipped me a box of some popular Aussie lollies and chocolates to share around," she replies excitedly, and looking down into the box, she licks her lips as she spots her favourite lolly. Caramello Koalas. "I picked them up from the local Post Office in Plockton – a beautiful little town. You can all have some if ya want. I have loads."

"Ohhh," said Harry, intrigued, looking into the box to see all sorts of candies he hadn't seen before. But he does recognise Oreos, Mars Bars, Skittles, and M&Ms. "I don't mind If I do." He reaches into the box and pulls out a Freddo frog, some red frogs and coloured snakes, some jellybeans, and a box of Nerds and Musk sticks.

Hermione and Ron have their turn to look around the box, before picking up a few candies that they wanted to try. Hermione grabbed some Tim Tams, and she shared them with Ron who had piled a bunch of different chocolates onto his hand.

"Thank you, Jess," Hermione says with a kind smile.

"Thanks," Ron says with a nod at Jessica and stares curiously at the coloured snakes and red frogs seeing as they're not moving like normal wizarding candy would.

Draco reached in and grabbed a Freddo frog. He booped Harry on the nose with it, smiled with satisfaction as Harry chuckled, and he unwrapped it. He had a little help unwrapping it, so he got Harry to and ate it slowly. "Mmm. I crave chocolate now. Only chocolate. Nothing else."

"Oh, so you've started your cravings?" Hermione asks, smiling at Draco and her best friend Harry.

"No, I've had these sudden cravings for all sorts of things in the past month since I started noticing I was pregnant," Draco replies distractedly as he enjoys the chocolatey sweet Freddo Frog. "Chocolate, olives, cheese, apples. It gets annoying, really."

"Wait, hold up," said Jessica at once, looking at the blonde in disbelief. "You're...? Really?"

Draco hesitates for a moment, looks around them for students close by who could hear, and nods his head when he sees no other person in the corridor but them. "Two months to be precise," he says and looks at her. "Found out a few weeks before Christmas. Please, not a word to anyone else."

"Of course," says Jessica, smiling brightly at the news she's heard. It was such a wonderful thing to hear. "And congratulations, by the way. Goodness... I haven't heard of a male pregnancy in months!"

"Months?" Harry says, sounding quite confused. It wasn't possible... unless it is. But how'd they do it? "Are you saying it's common to see a male pregnant in Australia?"

"Well, yeah, since most ingredients come from Australia such as the Billywig's spine and Sugarcane," Jessica says, and she grabs a Tim Tam from the packet Hermione had opened earlier. "None of my gay guy friends are pregnant, but I know a family friend who is. His name is Matthew."

Harry smiles and places his hand over Draco's tummy. He couldn't feel the tiny baby bump under Draco's sweater, unfortunately. If he were to slide his hand underneath Draco's sweater and shirt, it'd look suspicious to students who pass them. Draco puts his arms around Harry and smiles back when looking deeply into pure emerald green eyes.

"Okay then," Jessica says quietly and rolls her eyes at the couple. She turned to Hermione and Ron. "So, what are ya lot doing for the rest of the arvo? I'm already bored."

"If you want to meet some magical animals, we could take you down to see Hagrid," Hermione suggests. "He'll spend hours talking to anyone about Magical Creatures. You'll love him. Come on!"

"Alright," said Jessica with a nod, but then she looked guilty. "As long as it doesn't affect your Valentine's Day."

"No, it's alright," Hermione assures her with a smile, though Ron beside her looked a little disappointed. "Ronald and I had our special moments earlier Today." She looks to her side at Ron, who quickly smiles at her. She smiled back and leaned up to kiss his cheek. She realises Harry and Draco aren't anywhere near them. When did those two disappear, and where?

But Draco and Harry actually were back up in the Gryffindor Common Room, snuggled together on the Maroon Couch by the roaring fireplace and eating the candy they had been given by Jessica. They wanted to escape from the other couple and the Australian girl, and although they thought of visiting the gardens before, they thought to go someplace with some people around.

*****

Harry was in Herbology one day with Hermione Ron and the Hufflepuffs. They were taking care of baby Whomping Willow saplings. Justin still was talking oddly, having the Australians not fixed him. Instead of repeatedly saying "ET phone home" during sentences he spoke, he was now saying "Manamana". It got annoying pretty quickly, and Harry wanted to just Silencio him but Justin's friends and Hufflepuff peers were always around him, almost like guard dogs protecting him.

"Honestly," hissed Hermione to her baby Whomping Willow when she had enough. She walked around the table to Justin, pointed the tip of her wand at his mouth and said, "Finite Incantatem." She nodded at him, knowing the spell ought to have worked. "There," she whispers. "Talk. No, in fact, keep yourself quiet. It has been a rough lesson."

"Thank you," Justin says quietly to her, and after that, he stays as quiet as a mouse. He didn't want to be the next target to anyone else now. He learnt his lesson. Hermione nods and returns to Ron's side.

"Why'd ya do that, mate?" Jessica asks Hermione, looking quite annoyed, as if it was the funniest thing hearing the Hufflepuff continuously quote movie lines. "It was amusing hearing him quote different movies every day."

"Oh, I know, but it got a little annoying," Hermione replies in a whisper, and she frowns at her baby Willow. "And poor Justin. I'm certain that he has learnt his lesson now. He doesn't need to suffer any more than he already has."

"Nah, mate," Jessica says, shaking her head. "What's annoying are the fucking magpies in swooping season, and crows cawing at ya. It's living hell but down on Earth! We don't speak bird! So, did we do something wrong to make the bloody birds go off at us?"

Dean suddenly laughed, and his buddy Jamie made an odd "carcaw" noise which gathered the attention of most students around him. He was changing physically, his body shrinking, dark feathers covering his arms and legs and his nose lengthening until there was a magpie standing on the table next to Dean's baby Whomping Willow.

Harry's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe it. But his own father, Sirius, and Peter were able to transform like that. "Is he a...?" he couldn't help but start to ask about it.

"An Animagus, yes," Hermione says, her eyes wide in surprise. "It appears so anyway. The transformation into an Animagus is so difficult though!"

"Bloody Hell," Ron mutters at the sight of the magpie who was flying up above Dean's baby Whomping Willow, who was trying to punch Jamie the magpie with its thick pipe branches. The magpie just kept flying up into the air, away from the branches that were trying to hit him.

"100 points for Gryffo!" Jessica says with a clap of her hands and a laugh at her classmate who's being attacked by a Whomping Willow. "He's an Animagus, yes, and he's registered too. We follow rules, don't ya worry."

"Gryffo?" Ron whispers his confusion to Harry, and Harry shrugs as he too is confused at the play word. Australians are known to shorten their words after all.

The magpie flew over everyone's heads, and it cawed loudly and shat on Ron's and Justin's shoulder. Ron gagged and took off his Herbology robe, and Harry stepped away from him with a grimace. Justin froze, realised what happened and looked at his shoulder.

"Why does everything have to happen to me this year?" the Hufflepuff asked, his voice flat and dull. But he knows it's because of the Aussies as they jinked his voice and one shat on him. The class erupted into laughter at Ron and Justin and the magpie who was Jamie, but Neville understood how Justin felt when feeling clumsy and awkward.

Hermione Scorgifyed Ron's Herbology robe so it was bird poop free. The magpie landed back next to Dean's baby Willow, and Jamie then turned back to himself, laughing his arse off next to Dean as if what he did wasn't embarrassing at all.

"These people are crazy!" Ron whispered to Harry as he put his clean Herbology robe back on. Harry nods in agreement, but he knows some of the Australians are decent enough like Pansy's buddy Sammy, and the ones who didn't hex anybody... yet.

"Heard that," Jessica mutters, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring Ron's way. Ron swallowed uncomfortably and took a step back, behind Hermione. Jessica then grins at him and chuckles. "You lot are so easy to scare. It's like you are little puppies getting scared of the sprinkler out the front yard."

"What now?" Ron asked. He was confused at the new word.

"Never mind," Jessica replies flatly, sighing deeply. "Don't mess with us, mate. My friend's Animagus is a Tiger Snake, and she doesn't mind biting people who offend her." Ron visibly swallowed again. "Tiger snakes are poisonous too."

"Right," Ron said through his teeth, he didn't want to know what else these teenagers could do. "And don't mess with us because we'll tell on you."

Jessica rolls her eyes. "Yeah nah, that's boring," she drawls. "Frankly, being told on isn't that bad. I'm used to it too. Using my phone in class, bringing snacks into class, chewing gum which is banned in the school. That's all I've done. But Lily's been in a few fights and has been suspended for a few days. Fist fights, might I add."

"Damn," said Harry as he heard their little conversation. "Are fist fights the normal thing in your school? Do you have wizard duels too?"

"Sometimes we do," said Jessica with a light shrug and teased Hermione's Whomping Willow by tickling it under its trunk. She smiles at the plant as it shivers. "But fist fighting shows your true strength. With a wand, it's easy to jinx and hurt someone. You're a pussy if you get out your wand in a fistfight because with just one word, you can knock your opponent down and it's practically cheating. And yeah, we do use our wands to help us when we defend ourselves from bullies and Dark Wizards."

"What Dark Wizards do you have?" Hermione asks curiously, smiling at how well the Aussie girl knows how to calm a plant down. The Whomping Willow looked cute shaking like that as Jessica tickled it. She didn't like the sound of fistfighting though.

"Oh, we have only a few," Jessica tells her, looking a little bored at the mention of the Australian Dark Wizards. "They're in prison though. Hmm... let me see... There's Scotty Jones, Thomas Smith, Ned Watson, Betty Anderson... There's more, but I just don't care enough about them to remember them."

*+Trigger Warning: Mentions of rape and Murder.+*

"And what did these Dark Wizards do to earn the title?" Harry asks inquisitively. Jessica grimaced and looked as if she didn't want to tell. It was like what the Dark Wizards have done things that are worse than the Death Eaters and Voldemort have done.

"Well..." Jessica says. "Most of them... they've done some really monstrous things. One of them, Thomas Smith abducted a 12-year-old boy, raped him, and then murdered him and threw his body in the bush." Ron's face paled at that news, and Harry looked uneasily at his Whomping Willow.

"Goodness," Hermione gasped, and tears formed in her eyes. "That's so... such a monstrous and devilish thing to do! Fenrir Greyback has done some awful things like maul wizards and witches, but I don't think he ever... raped someone. Not that I know of, at least. I hope the Thomas man's rotting in Australia's Azkaban Prison, wherever it is."

"Oh, he most certainly is in Wentworth Asylum," Jessica tells them at once. "And Ned Watson did the same but to a 14-year-old female girl, but instead of dumping her body, he killed her and... ate her." Ron gagged and Harry grimaced and hoped Ron wouldn't throw up on him. "The Aurors found her one right leg, parts of her chest, and her head buried in a pit in Ned's backyard behind a tree."

"Jesus," Dean said as he overheard Jessica, his face paled and his lip curled. "Back during the Holidays, I've been watching the muggle news and... something like that happened but the body parts were inside a large freezer out the back. The police didn't find out until a month later."

*+End of Trigger Warning.+*

Hermione frowns as she remembers hearing something similar on the radio during the Christmas Holidays. It was a depressing thing to hear on the night before Christmas as she knew the person who was brutally murdered wouldn't ever have a Christmas ever again. "Can we please stop talking about this?" she asks them gently. "It's really upsetting."

"Okie-dokie," Jessica replies with a sigh and a nod, and she understands how upsetting the topic is. Innocent people are being killed every day and it's saddening to know and hear about.

Finally, the lesson was over, but they still had one more class which was Divination. Harry couldn't wait to see Draco again even if he saw him this morning at breakfast in the Great Hall. Packing his items up quickly, he rushed towards the exit of the greenhouse they were in and practically dragged Ron with him.

Ron had laughed and let himself be pulled along by his best mate through the castle. Hermione would be walking to Arithmancy with Jess anyway, but he felt a little sad because he didn't get to say goodbye to Hermione. What if she thinks I'm a terrible friend?

Harry grinned as he saw Draco down the hallway walking with Blaise towards the Divination Tower staircase. He picked up speed, still gripping Ron's arm tightly and then neared the two Slytherins. "Draco! Blaise!"

Draco and Blaise looked down the hallway at who said their name. "Harry!" Draco beamed, his heart skipping a beat and he walked up to him and put his arm around him. He kissed Harry's cheek and buried his nose in Harry's neck with a smile.

Blaise nodded at Ron, his ex-boyfriend, and gave him a smile. Ron smiled back and nodded at him. It wasn't awkward seeing each other anymore. They're just friends now after all. "I'm going to go find Neville," Blaise then says to Ron. "Knowing him, he's probably still in the Greenhouses taking care of whatever new plant you were learning about."

Ron nods his head again. "Yeah, alright," he replies. "See you." Once Blaise left, he turned to Draco and Harry who were snogging each other's faces off. Rolling his eyes at them, he leaves them be and decides to head to Divination on his own. But then he realised the two probably will forget they have class next as they're too busy stuffing their tongues down each other's throats, so he walks back to them only to find Harry and Draco are gone. Groaning as he knows he'll probably be late; he quickly rushes back up to the Divination Tower. When he enters the classroom from the trap door, he sees Harry and Draco on the side of the classroom. Draco was kissing a blushing Harry's cheek, and Ron rolled his eyes again and sat next to Seamus as Dean was seated with his buddy Jamie.

Trelawny goes over reading through Crystal Balls with the class again, and a few in the class, Harry included groans as they've done Crystal Ball gazing before and find it boring and a waste of time. Draco chuckles at Harry and pets his hand from over the table, before twining their hands together. Harry grins at him and brings Draco's hand up to his mouth, kissing it gently and not taking his gaze off Draco.

"Remember to look closely into your crystal ball," Trelawny says as she walks around the room, making sure everyone's doing as they're told. "Focus your intention on it, try to see any little detail that stands out, and write it down."

Professor Trelawny walked up to Draco and Harry with a shared smile from Harry to Draco. "How are your crystal gazing going, dears?" she asked them, and she looked into their crystal ball as if it would tell her the answers.

"Oh, it's alright," Draco tells her, though he hasn't seen anything in it besides Harry's large head on the other side. It's a handsome large head though, with even bigger round glasses that look hilariously cute. "I think-"

Trelawny gasps as she spots something rather peculiar in the ball, and she looks at Draco. "My dear," she says, her eyes behind her large magnifying-looking glasses wider with shock as she glances to and from Draco's stomach. "You are..."

Not catching on to what she's talking about, though he has a clue, Draco nods his head. "Yes, I am," he replied quickly as he didn't want this sudden topic to continue. "Please, Professor, keep it to yourself. I don't want the word spreading."

"Oh," said Trelawny quietly, and she nodded her head firmly. "Of course, dear. Congratulations... I think." She smiles at him and walks away over to Ron and Seamus who look as if they were falling asleep.

Draco sighs and rests his head on the table and puts his arms around his head as if to hide from reality. He really hopes Trelawny won't tell anyone. It'd be a nightmare if the word spread around the entire school, and then the Wizarding World. Draco Malfoy, the only heir of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, falls pregnant at Hogwarts. 

"Babe, what's up?" Harry asks the blonde Slytherin, and he reaches over the table to run his hands through Draco's hair gently, feeling the soft blonde strands tickle the skin between his fingers.

"Nothing really," Draco answers, and he peeks his eyes over his arms, looking at Harry while hiding a smile. "Just hoping the Professor will keep her word."

"She will, Draco," Harry assures him softly as he smiles at him and plays with the blonde Slytherin's hair. "She will. Don't you worry." He twirls a lock of Draco's blonde hair around his index finger. "Nobody's going to find out."

"I hope you're right," Draco says with a deep sigh, and he closes his eyes as he feels the nice massage Harry's giving him. He feels himself drifting off to sleep, and he forces his eyes open but can't keep them open for long, so he just lets them fall closed.

"Oh, I will make sure I'm right," Harry whispers with an adored smile as he watches Draco's long blonde eyelashes and silver eyes close. It was quite a sight to see, but he had to wake Draco up at some point before Trelawny came over. He just didn't want to disturb the sleeping Draco as he looked so peaceful. He just wanted to put a blanket over him and join him under the blanket.

Strangely throughout the lesson, Professor Trelawny didn't even seem to realise that one of her students was asleep, and Harry took that as an advantage to watch over Draco and join by his side. He wished he could fall asleep that easily.

On the other side of the room, Dean and Jamie were bored and tired. All Dean saw in the crystal ball that was filled with a light kind of smoke, was a type of round silver ring-looking thing, white flowers, and Ireland. It confused him. Jamie just saw his hometown of Cairns in Queensland, and a pretty beach and a silhouette of a man and a woman holding hands.

"So, it's 5 years you've been together with Seamus?" Jamie quietly asks the Gryffindor next to him, and he has a smile on his face as he realises how long that really is to be with someone. Dean nodded tiredly, his head resting on his raised hand. "Well then, when are you going to put a ring on his finger, mate?"

Dean smiles at the all too familiar thought that he still needs to make reality and exhales out of his mouth. "I don't know," he tells him. "I have the engagement ring already, but I just don't know when to ask."

"I see," Jamie says brightly at what he just heard. "Just take your time, Dean. You don't need to rush it. Marriage is just signing a certificate to give you a new title and last name. It's not like you'll grow a pair of wings after the marriage ceremony."

Dean laughed at that and looked over at Seamus who was about to fall asleep over the table next to Ron by the looks of it. He wanted to join him, but he loved talking about his lover when he wasn't around. "I have been thinking... maybe soon I'll ask him the question. Just not while we have NEWT's that are coming up very soon."

"But your Never Eat Weetbix Tonight's aren't until June," Jamie reminds him with a grin, and Dean snorts from the incorrect terms for NEWT's. "So... you have absolutely no reason to not ask him the question."

"I know," Dean sighs and lowers his chin to the table but rests his chin on his crossed arms. "I have no excuses; I do want to marry him. I just want to focus on my schoolwork before anything big like engagement and marriage comes about."

"Understood," Jamie says with a nod. He then elbows him in the side. "Oh, and I'd like a text from you after you propose to him, please?"

"Oh, alright," Dean says, and he looks over at Seamus once again. He has Jamie's phone number anyway, so when he finally proposes to Seamus, he'll text Jamie after the good news.