One of the many, many joys of being a pregnant wizard (along with the tender nipples, bloated feet, sudden skin sensitivity, extreme, hormone-fuelled mood swings, near-loss of bladder control with each increasingly frequent urge to urinate and the nearly permanent, burning hunger resulting sometimes in delightfully shameless two AM binges of eating his basket of sweets and rest-over Easter chocolates) were the random shifts in sleep patterns. Draco finds himself wide awake most nights, regardless of reading before bed and sleeping potions and sometimes regardless of being genuinely tired.

He wakes up one evening sometime after six PM, after having fallen asleep post lunch, with a backache and, of course, a raging boner.

Because Draco is now also desperately randy – all the time.

Just over five months pregnant, he's showing now, plainly, and clearly visible through his clothes, (only when he doesn't use a certain spell to hide his belly) and Harry simply does not take his eyes off him. This means that when Draco is with him, Harry just watches him, staring with that same unabashed, heated intensity that had overwhelmed Draco (which in turn means that Draco is nearly always hard in Harry's presence); but it also means that when Harry is not around Draco, he comes looking for Draco – because Harry, apparently, is convinced that Draco might trip over his own swollen feet and land on his protruding belly, or accidentally set himself on fire or something. So despite, but not so secretly thrilled at the raw hunger with which Harry watches him, Draco comes very close to hurling whatever he can get his hands on every time Harry's untamed head pokes into view, vivid green eyes wide and anxious behind those stupid fucking glasses.

They've had Dr Ivan visit for two more scheduled visits since their third and on the last one, two days ago, they'd watched their now significantly larger baby wiggle and squirm around as Dr Ivan had pointed out each new development, the flexing fingers and toes, the longer limbs, the stronger spine, the way it pulled little faces, and the way it seemed to just move so much in there, Draco finally seeing what he'd been feeling inside him for several days.

Harry had choked back tears again and Draco had been quick to take the mickey simply because it helped staunch Draco's own horrifying rush of some more of those emotions he's always feeling now. It's only with some effort that Draco managed to retain his mask of impassivity in front of Dr Ivan and Harry during these appointments, and he hasn't yet mentioned to either of them that he reads to the baby every night now. He supposes he ought to feel guilty for not offering to let Harry engage with the baby too, but he's not sure he'd be able to sit there and watch the git gush at his belly with his sparkling eyes and excited grin without, well, jumping him (and snogging him unconscious).

Harry had touched Draco's belly at this appointment. Harry's large, slightly rough hand had rested warmly on Draco's stomach, just to the side of his navel, and they'd, along with Dr Ivan, watched as the baby had responded to the touch nearly instantly with a surprisingly strong kick, prompting Harry to yelp and pull back his hand as though bitten, Draco trying to glare at him through their shared, exhilarated laughter as he'd rubbed the spot on his belly where he'd felt it.

Draco had mentioned his increasingly unbearable randiness but phrased in a more genteel manner, of course to Dr Ivan then, after he'd righted his robes and sat down with him. He'd murmured through grit teeth, and Dr Ivan, to his credit, hadn't even cracked a smile as he'd nodded and assured him that it was perfectly normal —although his eyes did take on the aggravatingly meaningful glint they often did.

One of the many things that Draco really appreciates about Harry is how earnestly caring and loving he is to Draco during his pregnancy. He takes care of Draco in dozens of different ways, but never in a way that asks to be noticed or thanked. An elaborate kit of lotions and skin care products was left on Draco's bed one evening after he'd gone to breakfast earlier that day with mild rashes down his neck, grumbling about the dry, itchy skin on his belly; crates of more books and there seemed to be more fresh fruits and vegetables in the Great Hall every day.

He blinks blearily around the dorm room now, the wall torches and sun reflecting down through the black lake into the room painting the room a deep green mixed with oranges. He kicks himself free from the embrace of his sheets and sits up, wincing at the twinges of pain shooting up from his tailbone, and wearily cupping his cock through his rumpled pyjamas.

"Don't judge me," Draco snapped at Blaise, cheeks coloured darkly at what Blaise caught him doing. "You're not pregnant and permanently desperate for... Harry in... that way." Harry's cock, his mind instantly thinks with pleasure.

"Alright," Blaise drawled, rolling his eyes at his rather horny best friend, and closing his eyes yet again, relaxing into his meditative state. "Just don't wank with your curtains open, please. I don't want to see anything."

"Don't worry, that won't be happening," Draco replies with a grimace at Blaise ever catching him doing something intimate alone. Oh, the horror!

"Good," Blaise says, reaching beside him to his wand and silently casting an Expecto Patronum to Harry about Draco's need for sexual desires. His Sting Ray Patronus glided through the air surrounding his bed and went through the wall behind his bed frame.

"What did you just-"

"Saved you," Blaise cuts Draco off with a hard smile. "You're welcome, Draco."

"I hate you," Draco snaps, his eyes narrowing at his best friend. He really doesn't know what Blaise just did but has a feeling it's going to be humiliating.

Blaise grins innocently. "I doubt that when your surprise gets here," he sighs with a glance at the door, just hoping Harry would waltz in already and do whatever with Draco.

Draco's eyes sparkled. "What surprise?" he asks curiously, his head tilting to the side. He loves surprises, especially from his best friends and from Harry.

"You'll see," Blaise deadpans as he closes his eyes once more and inhales slowly, then exhales and feels his body relax.

Draco rolls his eyes at his meditating friend in the room, but then the door bursts open, and Harry appears in the room, face flushed and green eyes bright with lust as they meet silver eyes. Draco blushed furiously as Harry grinned at him with those white teeth, and he squirmed in his bed. He was convinced Blaise knew he was half-hard just from the sudden fresh burst of Harry's earthly scent filling the room.

"Fuck," Draco muttered to himself. Harry rushed over to him, jumped onto the bed with that stupid fucking grin and pinned Draco down onto the mattress. Draco swallowed, feeling his pants tighten around his cock as Harry leaned down over him. "Dang it, Harry..."

Harry smacked his lips down onto Draco's, surprising the blonde Slytherin with a heated kiss. Draco moaned softly, his arms sliding around Harry's back, eager for Harry to give him what he wanted. Pure heaven.

Blaise opened an eye to look at the duo who were snogging, and he rolled his eyes at them, thinking he could meditate another time. He gets off his bed and walks out the door, and it shuts behind him which startles him a little as he didn't close the door himself. Thinking nothing of it, he walks out of the boy's dormitory hallway and to the Common Room. He finds Pansy and Daphne on the couches in front of the large stone fireplace, snogging lightly, and feeling direful, he joins them and sighs deeply.

Pansy registered someone beside her and Daphne, and though she didn't want to, she leaned away from Daphne's breathtaking kisses. She then laughs at the familiar look of repel on Blaise's face. "They're at it again, aren't they?" she says.

"Yes, unfortunately, they are," Blaise replies flatly with a faint nod, hiding his face with his hands, elbows resting on his knees. "Please, merciful Merlin, save me from those two. I don't deserve this."

"And I thought you'd be used to it by now," Daphne had said, smirking amusedly at the situation Blaise had been in and had suffered through. Though she did feel bad for Blaise, having to hear and probably see things he didn't want to perceive or comprehend. She's glad she and Pansy don't share the girl's dorm room with anyone else.

"Nope," Blaise drawled.

"Why don't you go visit Neville?" Pansy suggests, a knowing smile appearing on her face as Blaise suddenly smiles brightly, clearly thinking of the bloke. "Go on, Blaise, go see him. You can work on whatever plant-related project you're doing."

"I'm off then," Blaise says quickly, getting to his feet, smile still wide on his face. "See you, losers."

"Hey!" Pansy snapped at the atrocious word Blaise had used to call her and Daphne. But Blaise was already jogging off towards the entrance of the Slytherin common room, feeling giddy about seeing Neville again though he only saw him yesterday evening for Herbology. Herbarium time!

*****

"Harry?"

Draco and Harry were just lying together under the Willow Tree out by the Greenhouses one evening, Harry's hand over Draco's baby bump from under his cardigan, and Draco's legs crossed and rested over Harry's legs. They were exhausted from the hour-long study session they had together which consisted of trying to remember all the spells and Potions they did in their 4th year together.

"Yeah?" Harry replies quietly, smiling down at the baby bump, his hand petting it slowly, waiting for the baby to kick.

"I love you," Draco says, looking at Harry's face, and reaches up to curl his fingers through Harry's hair.

Harry looked into the silver eyes he fell in love with and smiled lovingly. "I love you too, Draco," he says gently, and as he closes the distance between him and Draco in a kiss, he feels the baby kick where his hand is resting on Draco's stomach.

They laugh together and exchange loving glances at each other, then after, lock lips slowly and give their love to each other through gentle kisses.

Harry presses his forehead to Draco's, his hand remaining on Draco's baby bump. "What are we going to do on the weekend?" he asks in a low voice, eyes closing slowly. "It's been some time since we've been to Hogsmeade for a date. If you don't want to because of our child, I understand-"

"No!" Draco says quickly, dropping his hand from Harry's black hair to his lap. "No..." he continues softly. "I'd love to go on a Hogsmeade date with you. It has been quite a while, and as it's our last year, we should make the best of it." He looks down at his baby bump, smiles and places his hand over Harry's. "This one must come along too."

"Speaking of the little one... do you think you'll be able to still attend the formal at the end of the year?" Harry then asks, slowly, curiously. "I wouldn't want you falling over your feet as we dance, or you getting cramps or uh... having to rush you to the Hospital Wing to give birth to our daughter early. Though I doubt for the latter unless you were an early baby."

"I wasn't an early baby, no," Draco tells him, staring beyond Harry's face behind him at the willow leaves. "I don't know if I should still go or not. I'd like to go, of course. I'll ask Madam Pomfrey or Dr Ivan the next time I see them. It may be dangerous for me."

"If you can't go, we can always have our own little formal in either the Gryffindor or Slytherin common room," Harry tells him with a curious little smile at being able to do such a thing with a little help from his friends. "Or we can conjure up a ballroom in the Room of Requirement."

Draco nods at the lovely suggestion they could do on the night of the formal. It sounded wonderful anyway. "We should go with the latter," he decides for them. "Less people there and more time for ourselves."

"Yeah," Harry says, smiling at the picture of it all in his head, and the dancing, the laughter, and the snogging with Draco. "It can be arranged, and if you want, Pansy, Blaise, and whoever else could come too. Ron and Hermione would probably spend the night together, though I know Hermione would drag Ron with her to me if I asked them to meet me at some point."

Draco considered the option for a minute, Harry watching him think deeply, biting his lip. "I'd like half the time to be with only you," he says softly, "and perhaps the other half could be with our friends."

"Alright," Harry says at once with a nod of his head. "The Australians will be leaving in a month's time, then after that in a few weeks is the formal... that means we have plenty of time until then."

"We have to study hard for our examinations coming up shortly," Draco had to remind Harry quickly. Harry groaned and buried his forehead into Draco's neck. Draco laughed and kissed the side of Harry's face. "I know... It sucks. It'll be harder for me as I'm carrying your baby and would have to deal with it kicking inside of me when I'm studying and when I'm taking the Examinations."

Harry removed his face from Draco's neck and looked at him guiltily. "I'm sorry," he says weakly.

"No, Harry, don't apologise at all!" Draco says firmly. "We were in our lovemaking together. I knew that as a woman at the time, it was possible for me to get pregnant." That was a lie. He remembers seven months ago as Dracelle feeling all these different sensations inside him and not thinking about pregnancy at all. He just wanted Harry inside him during the moment. "I let you in me, I didn't close my legs to block you away."

"Yet you let me get you pregnant," Harry responds quietly, sliding his hand into Draco's slowly. "You say you don't regret it at all." He took a moment's hesitation to think about what Draco's been going through for seven months. "You're going through so much-"

"Harry, I really don't regret creating our little darling then," Draco assures him softly, smiling gently and squeezing Harry's hand to assure him that he really is okay with it all. "I don't regret housing our darling now. She may be a little difficult, but I've gotten used to it."

Harry nodded slowly. He hoped their daughter's birth wouldn't be so difficult for Draco, and of course, his daughter. "I'm glad then," he replies, his smile slowly widening. he hoped Draco wasn't lying, but he trusted him to not lie. "You look beautiful either way, carrying my child inside of you or not." Draco blushes and looks down at his hand intertwined with Harry's. "You practically glow when you're pregnant. Oh... and I love you so much."

Draco rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I love me too," he finally says after a beat, face bright red with a blush. Harry laughed and Draco grinned at him. "I love you too, Harry."

*****

Harry and Draco were in the library's Secret Room one evening, studying what they learnt back in their fourth and fifth year together. Draco noticed Harry becoming rather tired after an hour of studying, nearly falling asleep every time he closed his eyes for a moment when reading his study notes. Draco then thought of something. Something he hadn't gotten Harry to do ever, and he meant to let Harry do it even if it would make the Gryffindor a lot more tired.

"Harry," Draco says, and he pokes Harry on the elbow to try and wake his boyfriend up. Harry's eyes blinked slowly. "Harry? Oi, Harry?" He then smirked. "Harry... the Baby's coming!"

Harry's eyes snapped open, and he looked at Draco quickly, "What!"

"Finally," Draco mutters with a soft chuckle. "I said... would you like to read to our child?" he asks in a softer voice. "She can hear us now as Dr Ivan said a few weeks ago that after the fifth month, babies can hear what's being said outside of the womb."

Harry's eyes widened and sparkled. "Yes, I'd love to!" he says at once with a great big smile. "When?"

"How about now?" Draco says, and he reaches into his book bag across the table and pulls out a large purple book with the words 'The Tales of Beedle the Bard' on the front cover. "Might as well teach you some of the Wizarding World's Nursery Rhymes."

"Give me that and get comfortable," Harry says, his smile only widening at this incredible feeling of reading to his kid. As Draco gave him the book and relaxed against the dark blue lounge chair, Harry quickly scanned the back where the Blurb was, seeing only the tales that'll be included in the book, then turned back to the front cover and began to open it up.

"Babbity Rabbity?" Harry reads from the first page. "What?"

"Go on, read it," Draco says, and he rubs his pregnant tummy with a growing smile. "We're waiting."

Harry grins, lies down on the couch on his belly, a dark pillow underneath his arms, and leans the book up against Draco's belly and begins reading Babbity Rabbity to his daughter and Draco. As he finishes the first children's story, he reads the next until he's too tired, lowers his head onto the pillow and falls asleep.

Draco smiles down at his lover and sighs slowly. "I'll let you sleep for a little while until it's lunch," he whispers and leans down sideways and kisses Harry's forehead. He then looks down at his baby bump and rubs it, whispering again, "At least I know you're still listening." Then he hesitated and thought for a moment. His daughter was a part of Harry, which made him smirk, "Who am I kidding? You're probably asleep just like your father."

To his surprise, Draco got a hard kick in reply. He chuckles and rubs at the spot his daughter kicked. "It looks like you're me after all, hmm?" he asks quietly. But he didn't get a reply. He rolls his eyes and sighs, "You are so much like your father."

"Heard that one many times," Harry mutters, his eyes still closed, and voice muffled by the pillow his face was resting in.

"I'm not talking about you, darling," Draco tells him softly with an adoring smile at his lover. "I'm talking to our daughter," Harry mutters something unintelligible and quietens down as if he's fallen back asleep. "See what I mean?" Draco asks his belly. "So much like your father, and that's not a bad thing at all."

*****

Harry met Draco outside the Slytherin Common Room Entrance on a Saturday Morning, and once he saw Draco walk out of the secret entrance, his stomach flipped, and his heart began to race. Draco looked gorgeous as always dressed in all black, his neatly styled soft white-blonde hair stood out from the black robes he wore, and what would be his baby belly wasn't there, instead a flat stomach remained. Harry missed seeing Draco's protruding belly. He loved it. But he knows it was still there, under a layer of concealing charms that the human eye couldn't see.

"Hello, my darling," Draco speaks first, and he blushes when he realized Harry's just staring at him unblinkingly, causing a few young girls and boys around them to laugh and giggle at them.

"M-my love, h-hello," Harry stutters, then blushes immediately from the obvious stutter he hears coming from his mouth and he finally blinks his eyes. "Sorry...Uh..." He holds out his arm for his lover, "You look beautiful!"

"Thank you," Draco replies with a chuckle and kisses Harry's cheek quickly, but Harry, thinking the Slytherin is going for a mouth kiss, turns his head quickly and plants one on Draco's lips. "Oh..." He laughs, cups Harry's blushing face, and kisses him deeply. That kiss surprised Harry a little, and he wrapped his arms around Draco's neck to be closer as he gave his love to his boyfriend during the kiss.

"God, I love you," Harry whispers as soon as the kiss ends, and he opens his eyes, seeing only silver orbs looking back at him.

Draco narrows his eyes. "I'm jealous," he mutters, and when Harry looks adorably confused, he ends what he meant to say, "I'm jealous of this God person."

Harry snorts and lowers his head to Draco's shoulder. "I meant you, Draco," he replies quietly, and he tilts his head to the side and plants a kiss on Draco's neck. "It's just a muggle term I haven't stopped using. The Muggles use the word 'God' a lot."

"I know, Harry, I'm just playing with you," Draco tells him, sighing as Harry's neck kisses become soft as feathers and tickle his skin. "Glad to know there is a big brain under all that lovely fluffy hair." Harry chuckles against Draco's warm neck. "Now shall we get some breakfast together before we head up to Hogsmeade?"

"Of course," Harry says as he peels his lips away from Draco's neck and looks him in the eyes again with love. "We need to feed the little bubba too." He puts his hand over Draco's flat stomach and sighs. "I want to feel it again like every other day I was able to. Maybe tonight?" He winks at Draco who rolls his eyes, clings arms with Harry and pulls him along up to the Great Hall.

"Don't make me hard, Harry," Draco drawls and looks ahead of them, trying to get that thought out of his head. "I don't want anything sticking out during the day." Harry laughs at the image that enters his mind.

"Oh, alright," Harry says at last and sighs deeply, clinging onto his lover's arm up until they enter the Great Hall and take a seat at the Slytherin table. Harry grabbed some toast for breakfast and watched Draco grimace at the goblet of milk he was about to drink which made him chuckle while buttering his toast.

"Oh, shut up," Draco mutters to his laughing lover, but he cracks a smile too as he begins to drink his goblet of milk quickly in one gulp. "You try drinking substances that you don't like," he says while stroking his throat with a grimace.

Harry wanted to say something a little dirty but stopped himself from doing so. He just wanted to say that his favourite white substance to swallow was Draco himself, or at least a certain salty-sweet liquid that comes out of him.

When Draco finally finished the last few mouthfuls of milk, he grimaced and put the goblet down on the table. "That's done and dusted," he whispers to himself, then grabbing some toast to butter up with lemon jam to get rid of the aftertaste of the milk.

After a quick breakfast, Harry and Draco exited the Great Hall together hand-in-hand. But then suddenly, Draco lets go of Harry's warm hand and leans up against the nearest wall, his breathing coming in and out in long deep breaths as if he's in pain, and he's cupping his invisible pregnant belly.

Harry sees this and immediately rushes to Draco's side. "What's the matter, dear?" he asks softly, quickly, as he grabs the Slytherin's hands. He didn't want anyone to see Draco cupping something that's invisible, though they were lucky as nobody had come out of the Great Hall yet besides a few younger students who went off towards the Grand Staircase. "Is the baby coming? Do I need to take you to Madam Pomfrey?"

"No, you idiot," Draco snaps, and Harry gives him a little smile. "I just... yes, take me to Madam Pomfrey please," he says a little softly now, stands up straight and sighs as the painful feelings inside his gut slowly decrease. "That was a cramp, I've had them before but last time they weren't so painful. I'm better now. I just need to make sure our child and I are alright."

"Alright, I'll take you there," Harry says as he puts an arm around Draco's waist just in case and leads him forward away from the wall. "Let's go."

"I'm sorry if I ruined our day," Draco says after a moment as they cross the corridor towards the Hospital Wing, and he links arms with Harry slowly. Harry could see Draco masking his emotions from him which saddened him a little. "I really wanted to go out with you today and just mess around, spend it with you like we used to."

"No, you didn't ruin our day," Harry assures him softly. "I'm with you at this moment. It's all I want, to spend every minute of my life with you, through all your cramps, baby birthing, unhappy days and all because I care and love you so much."

Draco slowly smiled, and Harry relaxed. There was nothing better than when Draco smiled. It blew Harry away every time.

When they entered the Hospital Wing, Harry quickly spoke first to the medic Witch who looked up at them from the other side of the Wing, "Madam Pomfrey, Draco's having cramps. But this was a big one. I want to make sure he and the..." He noticed the kid seated up in bed looking over at them. "He is alright."

Madam Pomfrey excused herself from what she was doing before, just chatting with the boy, and walked over to the two 7th-year-olds. "You're having cramps?" She asks Draco who nods his head quickly. "Okay. Well, cramps are normal, just letting you know. To rid of them just move around, stretch, et cetera. You're all right, Mr Malfoy."

"Okay," Draco says with relief as he sighs slowly. "Okay... Thank you, Madam Pomfrey."

"Oh, and is Draco able to still attend the formal after exams?" Harry then asks. He wants to know if it's possible for Draco to attend the End of Year Formal with him or not. "We discussed it a few days ago. I just don't want Draco tripping over anything and getting injured."

"If Mr Malfoy is willing to go to the formal then he may," Madam Pomfrey says. "Just be careful though not to bump into anything or as you said before, trip over. I'll make sure to inform Headmistress McGonagall about this too, so she doesn't use anything that's not trip-proof."

Harry smiled at that. "Alright," he replies and looks to his side at Draco who is smiling gorgeously again. He couldn't wait to dance at the formal with Draco if the Slytherin is up for it though.

"So, what will I expect in the last month and few last 2 weeks of my pregnancy?" Draco asks her quietly. "Could it be possible that my daughter will be born sooner than the 9th month?"

"Your daughter won't be born until after the 38th week, Mr Malfoy," The Medic Witch tells him. "And don't expect anything except the birth of your daughter and be patient for that. She won't come out when you want her to. So, during your last month, just relax and have Mr Potter by your side to assist you in anything you cannot do."

"Assisting me with anything I cannot do?" Draco says with a sideways glance at Harry, raising his eyebrow and giving him a mischievous little smirk. Harry shakes his head, cups Draco's chin, and kisses the smirk off Draco's soft lips.

Madam Pomfrey smiles at them both. She first met Harry when he had fainted from down in the Dungeons after escaping a part of Voldemort's soul. And on that same day, she had noticed Draco Malfoy peeking into the room, all alone, with a curious look on his face as he looked over at Harry. She knew they were rivals then but thought about why little Draco Malfoy was here. Shouldn't he be with his friends? Though once Draco saw Madam Pomfrey watching suspiciously, he quickly looked away and disappeared off behind the door. She never got to find out why he really was there, but ever since finding out years ago that the two started dating, she figured Draco came to visit as a friendly gesture.

"Alright boys, unless you have more questions for me to answer then you can leave," Madam Pomfrey tells them and lightly gives them both a nudge on the shoulder.

Harry pulled away from the kiss with a sigh and looked away from his lover and at the Medic Witch. "I think we're good for now, thank you," he replies kindly to her. "Have a lovely rest of your day though!"

Madam Pomfrey chuckles and gives a little wave, "Yes, you too!" Then she turns and heads back to the boy she had been healing.

"So, my love, it looks like we get the whole day in Hogsmeade together after all," Harry whispers to Draco as they exit the Hospital Wing together, and he slips his hand into Draco's, holding it dearly in his.

"Yeah," Draco says softly, and he gives Harry's hand a gentle squeeze. "Let's go put our names down on the list before Filch removes it."

They rushed back towards the Great Hall, and when seeing only a few people lined up at the sign-up board, they hurried over and waited until they could sign their names down before walking out of the castle and down the path to Hogsmeade together.

Harry looked around them as they walked to Hogsmeade, to the sky where he saw birds flapping around up in the clear blue sky, to the bunnies he saw hopping around in the far distance towards the forests, and the Kangaroos from Australia grazing around the grass happily at the Black Lake. One of the Australian Students, Harry didn't know who was with the Kangaroos watching over them and feeding them what looked like pellets.

Harry realises this would probably be his last trip to Hogsmeade with Draco unless they add another two or three in the next couple of weeks until graduation. He also has to go Dress Robe shopping if he and Draco will be going to the End-of-year formal. "So... are you willing to go to the formal or not?" he asks the Slytherin suddenly with a curious smile. "I won't mind either way."

"I was thinking about that, and I'm not sure if I should go," Draco says at last after thinking about the formal for a minute. "I would love to, of course. But I'm going to have to go find dress shoes that have Comforter Charms in them. The shoes I wear every day for school are hard enough for me to walk in and it doesn't help the swelling on my feet. I'd rather be barefoot."

"Okay," Harry says lightly at what Draco told him. "I understand if you don't want to go through. I'd rather you not go through any pain or go to the formal with me while you're going through so much every day."

"No... I'll go," Draco says after a moment's hesitation as he wants to go for Harry so they can have one last dance together for this upcoming school event. "I'd like to go to the formal with you, Harry Potter, if you'd accept it. But I'd like to leave early as soon as I can't take standing in my shoes anymore."

"I was planning on asking you to the formal ball anyway," Harry says with a small timid smile. "So..."

Draco smiles at him. "Of course, I'll go with you, Harry," he says and snakes an arm around Harry's side so he can pull Harry closer to him and kiss him on the nose. Harry laughs softly, and he tries ignoring the few people around and behind them who are smiling at them. "I don't know why I wouldn't. I'm practically married to you. We sleep together more often than we should be sleeping in our own beds in our own house dormitories, we share food, we're always together and if we're not we're thinking of each other."

Harry blushes and chuckles at the mention of marriage again. "Some day we will be sharing the same last name," he adds quietly. "But anyway..." he says brightly as he tries to get the floating names out of his head of Draco Potter or Harry Malfoy. "Brilliant! Are we going to have a colour scheme or not for what we'll wear?"

"Green," Draco says at once. "Because it matches your eyes." And he'd love to see Harry's emerald green eyes brighten and sparkle beautifully under all the lights the Formal might have. "Oh, and black too."

Harry laughs out loud. "Why black?" he asks amusedly with a wide grin. "Is it to match my hair too?"

"No," Draco drawls, his cheeks flushing high and red. Harry couldn't figure out if he was lying or not. "Black because it goes with everything." Harry rolls his eyes at his lover's fashion statement. Though he did agree, Black does go with a lot of things.

They walk through the gates into Hogsmeade and begin to think of what to do first while ignoring the prying eyes of every Hogsmeade villager around. They walked together to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop and sat down in the corner of the shop with a lovely small pot plant in the centre of their table with a few tulips in it. Draco ordered Darjeeling Tea, and Harry ordered Ceylon tea for himself and a piece of Battenberg cake to share with Draco. 

And after the pleasant morning tea of Harry finishing his half cake and trying to steal Draco's half who swatted Harry's hand away every time and protected his cake with his hand, they paid for their orders together and decided to go for a walk around Hogsmeade. They passed Neville and Blaise who were walking into Madam Puddifoot's, and then Seamus and Dean who were both eating a long piece of liquorice candy together, biting bits off until they got to the end and kissed.

Draco pressed his lips together at the sight of the candy store, Honeydukes. Harry sees this and takes Draco into the store with a grin and buys him a bunch of different candies and chocolates and even another hamper but a little smaller. Then with a happy Draco, they walk out, and Draco starts unwrapping a slice of Coconut Ice.

As they walked past The Hogs Head, Harry stopped and looked down the alleyway between The Hogs Head and Zonko's. He knew exactly where it led to as he remembered Ivy taking him, Draco, and Lavender through it to London.

Draco stopped too as he noticed Harry getting distracted, and he smiled at the memory of three years ago when Ivy showed them the secret Entrance into London. He nudged Harry on the elbow, then pulled him in between the two shops and to the end of the alleyway. "Do you remember the password?" he asked as they stood at the wall.

"No..." Harry mutters as he stares at the stones. "Actually... Yes, I think I do." He grabbed out his wand and thought for a minute of where Ivy tapped her wand on these stones 3 years ago, and remembering the pattern, he tapped a few stones in order and then stood back next to Draco. The wall opened just how they remembered it, showing the tunnel, and they looked at each other for a quick moment, then Harry looked behind them and made sure nobody was watching them.

They then walked through the stone tunnel, following the light at the end, which was the only light source, to the other side of the tunnel when they walked out under the Willow Tree into the cloudy overcast London Park. It was the perfect kind of weather to rug up and read a book by a fireplace. All that was needed was the rain.

"It's been a while," Harry says as he twirls his fingers around the Willow Tree's branches and looks up at its higher branches.

"Yeah," Draco says quietly. "It has." He walks out from under the Willow tree with Harry following behind him until they see the large pond with white swans swimming around it gracefully. "It hasn't changed either."

They sat down on the green-shaven grass, shoulders touching, and hands intertwined. Draco then puts his hand over his flat belly, but feeling his baby belly, he wishes his firstborn could see all this beautiful nature around them, and to see Harry too.

Harry then laid down and rolled onto his side, facing Draco, and he grinned as Draco smiled at him. "So..." he walked two of his fingers up Draco's arm.

"Yes?" Draco asked slowly, a little suspicious. "What is it you're thinking, Harry?"

"Nothing, I just thought we could go visit London for some time," Harry tells him what he was thinking of doing with him. "Go visit the places we did the last time we snuck out of Hogsmeade to London."

"I don't want to get into trouble if we get caught though," Draco says, wetting his lips as he turns on his side to face Harry. "Remember Severus the last time?" Harry nodded slowly. "He was so close to finding us out. And I don't want to run into any trouble either if it happens."

"Alright, that's fair enough," Harry replies and scoots a little closer to Draco so he's able to put his arm around his waist. "We've got two more months until our little one is born. Have you thought of any names yet?"

"No, not really," Draco replies quietly as he rests his head on his folded elbow. "My mind has been filled with only studying for the examinations and you. But I've given Octavia, Lucinda, and Cassiopeia a thought."

"Cassiopeia?" Harry says the name while deep in thought about naming their daughter that. It was such a unique and pretty name. "I've never heard of that one before. I like it! We can call her Cass or Cassy for short."

"Yeah, exactly," Draco says and slowly closes his eyes, yawning.

Harry smiles at him. "Tired?" he asks softly. Draco nodded only slightly, enough to see it was a nod. "Would you like to just relax here for an hour or go back to Hogwarts?"

"Here," Draco mumbles. "Very relaxing."

Harry just nods. He was going to stay awake for a while just to look out while Draco's falling asleep. He doesn't know what kind of people could be around the park at this time of day. He rolls onto his back, careful not to disturb his sleeping lover, and stares up at the clouds, hoping to see different cloud shapes in the sky.

So, after half an hour of just laying together, and Harry watching the different shaped clouds float over them, they decided to head back to Hogsmeade and get a Butterbeer at The Hogs Head. Seamus and Dean were there too and invited Harry and Draco over to their table. Seamus had a glass filled with Firewhiskey, the actual Firewhiskey bottle in the middle of the table with him, though Dean ordered some Butterbeer just in case his boyfriend wanted to get a little tipsy.

"So where have ye two been at?" Seamus asks at once after the waitress delivers Harry and Draco's butterbeer and walks off. "I only saw ye once or twice around the village, but after that, it was like ye two had disappeared."

"We just went for a walk around the village, sat in a patch of grass and just relaxed there together and watched the clouds go by," Harry tells them, and he glances at his tired lover with a smile who was just slowly sipping his Butterbeer. "And how about you guys?"

"It was great!" Dean then says, his tone happy and luminous. "We got some candy at Honeydukes, had tea and cakes for morning tea at Madam Puddifoot's, then came here to relax and get a drink together."

"Or two," Seamus says with a grin. "Or three and four."

"No, Shay, you're only having one drink today," Dean tells him firmly, his arms crossed over the table, his butterbeer bottle in one hand. "And if you're not too tipsy after the one, then you can have a second. But that's all."

Seamus fakes a frown and rests his chin on Dean's arm, and Dean looks at him while chuckling. "Pleaseee?" he asks slowly.

"No," Dean says again.

Seamus sighs, and straightens up and downs half of his glass of Firewhiskey. "Fine," he drawls and winces at the firey rush burning his throat.

"Is he going to be okay walking back up to the school?" Draco asks Dean with uncertainty, his index finger pointing at Seamus. "He doesn't look like he can last another half of his glass."

"Oh, he will make it," Dean assures him with a smile at his lover. "Trust me. Seamus has had 3 bottles of whisky in the past and is still okay and can walk eh... straight sometimes. I can help him anyway once we get out of here."

"If you're so sure," Draco nods with a glance at Seamus' Firewhiskey.

Harry suddenly sighs, seeing Draco eyeing the bottle of alcohol on the table. "I think I better take Draco outside," he says as he stands up from his seat and grabs both his and Draco's butterbeer. "I'd hope the scent of the alcohol doesn't affect... yeah."

Draco looks up at him curiously. "I wouldn't think the smell of alcohol would affect a baby, Harry," he says in a quiet voice. The Hog's Head is a public place and he didn't want to give out any information that people can grasp. "But if it does, then yeah, we should head out just in case." He stood up from his seat and tried taking his Butterbeer from Harry, but Harry kept hold of it. He smiled at the Gryffindor couple, "It was nice talking with the two of you!"

"We'll see you back in school," Harry says to his fellow Gryffindors before leaving the table with Draco, and he gives the Slytherin's Butterbeer back to him.

"Thank you," Draco mutters and takes a quick sip of his drink.

Harry nods with a quick "You're utterly welcome, my dear," quickly kisses the blonde's pale cheek, then goes to pay for their Butterbeer's to-go. And when they leave The Hogs Head, they run into Pansy.

"Have you guys seen Daphne?" Pansy Parkinson asks quickly to Harry and Draco once she sees them exiting the Hogs Head. "I can't find her. I've lost her."

"Shouldn't you be looking for your buddy too?" Draco asks her. "And Daphne's probably at Gladrags Wizardingwear looking at new clothes just like you do every now and then. As I've heard from you, she loves her fashion."

"I don't think the Australians are allowed in Hogsmeade though," Harry also says. "But if they are, they did a pretty good job sneaking past Filch and through the gates of Hogsmeade." He points out the few couple of students that he recognises, one of them being Jessica, who are mucking around outside of Madam Puddifoot's.

"I don't care about the others getting into trouble," Pansy says with a snide glance at the group of Aussies. "What I do care about is Sammy and if she gets into trouble. I'd hope she wasn't in that crowd, or I'd drag her out of Hogsmeade myself and back to Hogwarts. Now I'm going to get back to finding Daphne. Ta-Ta!"

"Wherever Sammy is, I'd hope she'd be up in the castle away from Pansy," Harry says quietly to Draco as Pansy walks away from them. "I'd be scared for her if Pansy ever found her in Hogsmeade."

"Yup, I would be too," Draco replies with a grimace at ever being told off by Pansy for something. "Women can be scary."

"True," Harry mutters as he remembers Hermione getting angry at him one too many times in his past. "Hermione can be a real banshee at times if Ron and I can get her real mad." Draco snorted, and Harry grinned at him.

They decided to get some ice cream before they headed back up to the castle a little after lunch. Harry got himself a mixture of chocolate-flavoured ice cream with vanilla ice cream on the bottom and Draco just went with Vanilla and chocolate chip.

Harry sneakily stole a lick of Draco's ice cream, but Draco caught him and pushed an inch of his ice cream into Harry's face. Harry wasn't ready for that, and he groaned from the cold ice cream covering his nose and mouth. "Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! That's really cold!"

Draco tilted his head back and laughed loudly. "I got you!" he beamed while Harry just stood there like a statue until Draco removed his ice cream from Harry's face and Harry rubbed at his vanilla-coated mouth and nose with a chuckle. "Mmm." He licks his ice cream. "It tastes better now."

Harry snorts and just about wants to stuff his own ice cream in Draco's face to get back at him. "Oh, I am going to get you back someday," he drawls with a grin as they continue walking back up to the castle. "Watch your back, Draco Lucius Malfoy."

"Is this a challenge?" Draco asks amusedly, smirking at his lover's nose where a smear of ice cream still remains. "Because I accept! If you're going to get back at me, please don't do what you did last Halloween."

"It's not a challenge, no, and don't give me any ideas," Harry says, and he quickly wipes at his nose where he noticed Draco was staring at, blushing when he realises, he probably looks like he buttered his nose with cream. He reached into his pockets for something to wipe his face with but didn't find anything of interest, so he just used his clean shirt to wipe the ice cream off his face.

"What a way to ruin a nice shirt," Draco mutters with a disproving shake of his head. "Expensive too."

"Oh, relax," Harry says softly. "I can just Scourgify my shirt whenever. In fact, I'll do it now." He grabs out his wand and casts a quick "Scourgify" on his shirt, ridding it of the ice cream stain. "There. Clean and stain-free."

"Better," Draco replies, and then a smirk appears on his face. "But you missed a spot."

"Where?" Harry looks down, and without seeing it happen, he gets a face full of ice cream. "Oi!" he snaps and wipes at his face with his sleeves and shirt again, ice cream smeared across his face and glasses. "You little shit!" Draco roared with laughter and began walking a little faster past Harry. "I'm going to fucking get you for this. Come here!"

"No!" Draco yells with laughter and quickly fastens his pace into a light jog. Harry easily catches up to Draco since the Slytherin is a little cautious when jogging as he doesn't want to fall over. Instead of tackling Draco, Harry just traps him in his arms, turns him around and wipes his face all over Draco's neck and tries reaching Draco's face but the Slytherin aims his face away from him.

"That's what you get!" Harry says, grinning, and he gives Draco a wet kiss on the mouth, which also has the remains of ice cream on it. "Now we're both in need of a Scourgify or... if you'd want, a nice hot steamy shower."

"That nice hot steamy shower sounds delightful," Draco replies, mocking Harry's sexy tone, and he winks at Harry who ends up blushing and pulls Draco quickly up to the castle for that needy shower filled with naked bliss and a blowjob or two.

And after, they went for a walk around the castle and settled down in the Garden of Amare and discovered that the spot they last made love in when Draco had been Dracelle, thousands of poppies and tulips and even a sunflower or two had grown around that patch, several centimetres high, past their ankles and halfway to their knees. It was incredible to them, really. It was like the flowers they had made while making love those 7 months ago were growing at the same rate as their daughter. Knowing this just excited the two even more now, and they couldn't wait to meet their firstborn. She was the light of their lives.

*****

Draco was heading to Transfiguration with Harry one morning; they were holding hands as usual and laughing together as they remembered hilarious memories of when they were younger. It was such a happy time, until Draco suddenly groaned loudly in pain, clutched his protruding belly from underneath his robe, and leaned against the wall.

"Draco!" Harry yells as he sees his boyfriend in pain. "What's wrong? How can I help?"

"Madam Pomfrey," Draco moans in pain, and tears begin to well up in his eyes from how much this cramp, or whatever it is, hurts. "It hurts so bad! Ugh! I think the baby's coming." Harry's eyes widen and sparkle.

"Okay," Harry says quickly with a nod, looking ahead of them in the corridor. The Hospital Wing was a few corridors down, and he knew he could get to the Hospital wing in a few twenty minutes or more. "Okay, let's go." He puts his arms around his lover and guides him away from the wall and down the corridor.

The more Draco groaned in pain and huffed and puffed, the faster Harry began to walk to hurry up and get to the Hospital Wing to finally, after many, many months, for Draco to give birth to their child. Finally, when they're at their destination, Harry calls for Madam Pomfrey and puts Draco on a bed.

"MADAM POMFREY!" Harry yells into the Hospital room, and finally, the medic witch walks out of her office and into the room.

"What is all this-" She stares over at Draco moaning in pain on one of the beds and rushes over. "Dear me." She then notices blood staining the white sheets of the bed, noting the Slytherin must be bleeding from something terrible as bleeding doesn't happen in pregnancies like what she was seeing. "What happened, Mr Malfoy? How much pain are you in?"

"A lot of pain," Draco replies, his chin trembling as he suffers through this internal pain. "My stomach and gut. Something's coming out of me too. I think the child. Really warm. So painful!"

"Please, help my boyfriend!" Harry snapped and grabbed hold of his lover's hand, squeezing it in the hope of distracting his lover from the pain, his eyes filling up with worried tears that he refused to shred. "Is there anything you can do, Madam Pomfrey?"

The medic witch grabs out her wand from her pocket, mutters an unintelligible spell and hovers her wand over Draco's stomach, and a ball of brownish black appears. She frowns and her eyes well up with tears which doesn't help the two boys in the situation. "I'm so sorry, boys," she said in a monotone. "I'm so sorry for your loss."

"WHAT!" Harry yelled, looking at her in disbelief. "You have to be fucking kidding me!" But Madam Pomfrey shook her head and sobbed quietly. Harry threaded his hands through his hair with distress and began to pace around the room.

"No!" Draco cries in pain, at finding out he lost his firstborn, and that Harry looked really angry, Draco thinks Harry's probably angry at him, and didn't stick by his side in this terrible torture.

Then suddenly, everything went black, and Draco woke up in his bed in the dormitory, tears streaming down his face and he began sobbing uncontrollably and cupped his baby belly. Blaise was beside him, sitting on his bed and hugging him gently as Draco cried.

"Draco, relax," Blaise tells him softly, rubbing soothing circles on his best friend's back to try and calm him down. He had woken up to Draco screaming which never happens at all, and of course, he had to go calm his best friend down and see what was wrong. "It was only a dream. A nightmare. Whatever you dreamt of isn't real."

"Thank fucking Merlin!" Draco sobs, leaning into his best friend's comforting embrace. "I'm so pleased that torture ended! It was hell but in the dream world."

"What was your nightmare about?" Blaise asks him carefully. He knew he should call for Harry too but knowing him, he was probably still fast asleep. "Would you like to talk about it?"

Draco thought about that for a minute, telling his best friend of his painful dream. He sighed slowly, tears still present in his eyes, leaned away from Blaise's embrace, and leaned his back against the wall behind him. "It was..." he began. "It was of... losing my child."

"Oh..." Blaise says, his expression turning sad and sympathetic. "Oh, what a terrible thing to dream about. I'm so s-"

"Don't apologize," Draco snaps, but then breaks down into tears again, his shoulders rising and falling as he sobs and remembers the dream from the internal pain to the bleeding, and Madam Pomfrey telling him he lost his first child. "It's so triggering."

"Alright, okay," Blaise says in a soft tone, and he rubs at Draco's shoulder slowly. He had a feeling he needed to get Harry here so the Gryffindor could comfort his best friend. "Is there any way I can help?"

Draco looked as if he was about to shake his head, but in a moment, he changed his mind and nodded slowly. "Press your hand against my stomach," he speaks in a shaky voice. "I need to make sure she's... alright."

Blaise nodded, and as Draco lifted his shirt up, Blaise pressed his hand against Draco's stomach. He waited for a few seconds, but nothing happened, and he looked up at his best friend's sad face. He frowned a little, knowing that the child inside Draco was still alive for why wouldn't she be? How would she die in there? "Hello, little one," he speaks to Draco's belly. "I'm Blaise. I'm your godfather, I think. Or will be?" He looked back up at Draco with a hopeful small smile.

Draco nods and chuckles with tears falling down his face that he doesn't really want to wipe away. He felt so exhausted to. "Yeah, you'd be the godfather if you wanted to," he replies flatly. Just then, Blaise feels the baby kick at his hand from inside the womb, and he smiles as he looks down at his best friend's belly.

"Seems like she likes the idea of me being her godfather then too," Blaise says quietly with fond happiness. "And yes, it would be an absolute honour being her godfather. She'll be spoilt rotten – and with love of course – by me and Neville too."

"That's great to hear," Draco makes out quietly, which also puts a smile on his face. But then as he begins to think negatively, a frown appears on his face, "If she surv-"

"No!" Blaise cuts him off sharply. "Don't you ever think that! She's not going to die unless something terrible happens like you falling over onto a pile of spikes or something insane like that. It won't happen!"

"How would you know?" Draco mutters sadly, looking down at the white sheets of his bed with misery. "What if my dream was a vision of my future?"

"Draco, if that were to happen then Trelawny would have mentioned it in one of her visions," Blaise tells him with assurance. "We both know she's a little odd, but odd people – people who have the third eye – speak the truth. Losing a child doesn't happen in pregnancies that often. It's quite rare -"

All of a sudden, the dorm door burst open, and Harry entered in a rush. He looked around until he spotted Blaise on Draco's bed and a teary-eyed Draco which immediately concerned him. "Oh my... what's wrong?" he asks at once. "What happened?"

"Draco had a nightmare... it is quite sad," Blaise decides to tell the Gryffindor, though he wanted Draco to tell Harry the entire thing. "He woke up yelling around 2 a.m. and began crying. I didn't get out of bed until like 2:03. Why are you awake, by the way? You should be sleeping."

"My sleep schedule isn't important right now," Harry says, walking around Draco's bed and sitting beside his lover. "But let's just say I had a gut feeling that my Draco wasn't feeling so well and so I rushed on over here." He smiled at Draco, who returned a smile but only small, and Harry gave him a quick kiss on the forehead in the hope of making him feel better. "Looks like my gut was right, and there's a reason people say to follow your gut. Anyway, what is this nightmare about?"

"Draco, are you able to tell Harry, or should I?" Blaise asks Draco softly. "If you're not able to, I can if you'd-"

"It was of losing our baby," Draco speaks up and looks Harry directly in the eye, but then his eyes fill with tears again and he sighs shakily. "I was with you, then I began feeling this intense internal pain and had a feeling that our baby was about to come out, and you quickly took me to see Madam Pomfrey in the Hospital Wing. I began bleeding from out of my arse onto the sheets, and that's when... that's when Madam Pomfrey told me..." He sniffs, "told us that she was gone. That she was dead. Our daughter."

Harry frowns at him. "Jesus..." he whispers sadly and snakes his hand into Draco's. "Well, my love, our daughter is still alive, is happy, and is still kicking in your womb every now and then. She kicked yesterday afternoon when we were making out outside the Potion's classroom." Blaise smirked from that memory of seeing the two with their tongues down their throats and twining together. "And don't focus or worry about what happened in your dream. It'll only cause you to continue stressing."

Draco nodded his head, assuring Harry that he would try to stop thinking of the horrendous nightmare. "Thanks, you guys," he tells them softly with a small watery smile. "You've both helped me through some rough times during these 7 months of my pregnancy and even before then."

"It's no problem at all," Blaise says to him. "Glad I could help in some way."

"You're very welcome, my lovely Draco," Harry replies and rests his chin on Draco's shoulder, and he puts his one free arm around him. "We're here for you through thick and thin, and through the last weeks of your pregnancy."

"And since this is all over and Draco's feeling much better, I'm going back to sleep to get my well-deserved beauty rest," Blaise tells them with a long yawn, and he removes himself from Draco's bed but gives him a quick hug. "Love you, mate."

"Love you too, friend," Draco says in the hug, patting Blaise gently on the back. "Have a good sleep-in." Blaise leans away from the hug, gives both Harry and Draco a quick smile, and then walks back to his bed with a final yawn.

"How about we both get some sleep as well?" Harry suggests quietly and taps Draco's pillow lightly. "I'll be right here by your side so if you have another nightmare, I'll know to wake you up." Draco nodded hesitantly, and Harry could see the look of strain on his face which told him Draco didn't really want to go back to sleep. He looked a little scared to. "Come on, lay down with me."

As Harry lays down and wriggles under Draco's sheets, Draco looks down at Harry and sighs quietly, then lowers his head onto Harry's chest and puts his arms around him. "I love you," he mumbles to Harry's chest but then looks up at Harry who closes his eyes.

Harry smiles and uses his hands to explore his chest until he feels Draco's head, and he leans forward and kisses the Slytherin on the eye, Draco chuckles and moves forward so he can press his lips onto Harry's for a kiss. Harry smiled slowly at what his lover wanted, cupped Draco's face, and kissed him softly, giving him what Draco wanted.

Draco pulls his leg over Harry's thighs, but Harry stops him and turns on his side. "None of that, though it sounds absolutely wonderful," he whispers to his lover after pulling away from the kissing. "Just sleep. Long, relaxing, peaceful sleep."

Draco sighs again and lowers his head back onto Harry's chest. "Oh, alright," he says quietly, and with a smirk, moves his hand down Harry's stomach.

Harry swats Draco's hand away from his crotch with a hiss, "Oi!" Draco laughs quietly and puts his hand back over Harry's chest. "And I love you too, my dear," he whispers, threads his fingers through Draco's soft white-blonde hair, then rests his head on the pillow. "Now get some sleep," he mumbles. "You need it."

As soon as Draco's head hits his pillow, he falls asleep. Now, he didn't dream of anything terrible as he had before, but his mind did fill with Harry, babies, and rings which he didn't mind at all. And a few hours later, he woke up with Harry in his arms and a raging boner from having his hand squashed between his and Harry's crotch which he could feel Harry's cock from inside Harry's pyjama bottoms.

Deciding to ignore his boner and urge for sex again, he gives a good soft morning kiss to Harry's forehead and then pulls the blankets over his shoulders to cover him in warmth again. After a few minutes, he hears Harry yawn and stir beside him and open those beautiful emerald green eyes of his. "Well, good morning my darling," he whispers to him.

Harry smiles once he sees his lover and stretches his legs a little from under the blankets. "Good morning to you too," he says quietly and sits up on his elbows slowly. He leans up to give Draco a morning kiss on the mouth, then leans away to ask, "How did you sleep, my love?"

"Just fine," Draco answers easily and sits up, Harry places the pillow against the wall for Draco who leans his back against it. "No nightmares or dreams at all." He didn't want to mention his dreams of Harry, babies, and rings muddled together. That would just raise questions that he doesn't know how to answer. "And how about you?"

"Well..." Harry says, looking down at Draco's baby bump he pulls Draco's pyjama top up, places his hand a little under Draco's belly button and sighs slowly through his nose, listening quietly. "Before I came to see you, I couldn't exactly sleep. You see, Ron had farted, and it triggered a memory to come to my mind of a few years ago when I was around eight." He noticed the worry lines etched on Draco's face. "One night those few 10 years ago, Dudley had farted loudly in bed during the night, and it woke my uncle up. He thought it was me who farted, and of course I'd get the blame." He had tears welling up in his eyes now, and Draco noticed this and nodded, with a concentrated and sympathetic look on his face, to everything Harry told him. "So, my uncle stormed into my closet with one of his belts and..." He sniffed loudly and blinked the tears away. "He b – beat me. I h – had bruises and felt the pain for days, almost an entire fucking week."

Draco nodded again, a frown on his face at the memory that had resurfaced from Harry's mind that would have been so depressing to view. Freaking Weasley... And Dursley too. "Seems like we both had it bad last night," he mutters as he puts a hand over Harry's one that lay on his belly and twined them together. "And I'm sorry you went through that alone. If I had known about it..."

"You would have stayed in bed because you're pregnant and I wouldn't like it if you got up during the night and fell over onto your belly or something in the hallways of the castle during the night while everyone's sleeping," Harry tells him sadly, placing a kiss to Draco's belly, just above his bellybutton. "That would be best for you. Stay in bed during the night while you're pregnant so you don't injure yourself."

"I know," Draco replies in a mumble and sighs, running his hand slowly through Harry's fluffy dark hair. "I'm going to have a shower and get dressed." As Harry leaned up, Draco removed his legs from under the bed sheets and slid out of bed. "I'm hungry and would like to get some food in me."

"Oh, I'll come too," Harry says at once and quickly rubs at his eyes to rid of the tears he had let out before, then crawls out of bed and looks through Draco's trunk for his spare clothes he always keeps. Draco noticed this when he grabbed his towel from his trunk and gave Harry a comfy warm hug and a slow kiss just to assure him that everything was alright and that he was loved so much. As they leaned away from each other's mouths, they realised they were being watched by a smiling Blaise Zabini.

Draco gave his best friend a quick smile and a "Good morning", then walked towards the Door, pulling Harry with him who said a quick, "Bye" to Blaise and waved. They walked out of the dormitory and headed for the bathroom down the hallway. They were the first ones there which they both preferred if they were to shower together.

After their shower, they dressed and headed up to the Great Hall for an early breakfast, though when they got there, a few students were inside already including McGonagall and Flitwick, chatting, and eating their breakfast, among the students were all the Australian students. Harry and Draco decided to sit at the Gryffindor table as Harry wanted Draco to socialise a bit more and not just with Pansy and Blaise. Harry had wondered if the Aussies actually slept, and as he looked at them all, he noticed they looked a little sad.

More students started walking into the Great Hall after some ten minutes or so, and most of the teachers too. Once he noticed Severus and Remus walk into the Great Hall together, he gave them both a wide grin which in turn, he got back from his two fathers, and a pat on the shoulder from Remus.

McGonagall then stood up from her seat and looked over her students who all quietened down. "Well, my students, today is the day we say our goodbyes to the Mininjara students," she tells them all. "They leave us right after breakfast to go back to Australia. I hope everyone had a great year, met every one of the Mininjara students, and hopefully made a new friend or two. Vice Principal Jack Osborne, would you like to say anything before we eat?"

"All I'll say is to all the Hogwarts students who met my students, thank you for having to put up with them for five months," The Vice Principal says. Around the room, people barked out in laughter. The Aussies were the loudest as they were embarrassed by their own Vice Principal. "I know some of them are hard to deal with. That is all. Thank you!"

"Thank you, Vice Principal Osborne," McGonagall said with a merry chortle. "Now, let's all dig into some scrumptious Australian breakfast meals, then after, say our goodbyes." As she sat back down, chatter began to build up again.

"Now that was quite an outro," Harry says with a chuckle as he looks for something to eat on the table. He goes for some toast and Vegemite as he quite likes it.

"I don't know," Draco replied quietly as if he were talking to himself, and he just dishes a bowl of porridge for his breakfast. "I didn't quite catch on to what that Vice Principal was saying. I zoned out and thought about our exams and formal coming up quickly since the Mininjara students were leaving. Only a few weeks away is our exams, then a week after that, our formal."

Harry nods his head. "Then after that is our graduation," he says, and he slips his hand under the table and places it over Draco's belly, covered by charms and his Slytherin robe. "Then after..." He smiles, and Draco smiles back at him and gives Harry a little kiss on his mouth.

Hermione smiles at the two, knowing they'll be excited for the birth of their child after Graduating from Hogwarts. She too was excited for graduation and getting to know her best friend's child when she was born into the world.

Harry suddenly sighs woefully, quietly, as his thoughts go back to the triggering memory, he had last night that he told Draco about. And it was all because Ron farted. He realised how kind of silly and hilarious that was, yet it made him feel quite depressed all night. He couldn't fall asleep, so he just sat up and looked out the window at the moon going down past the trees and horizon. That was until he felt this odd feeling in his gut and went to the Slytherin dungeons to be with Draco for the remaining hours of the morning.

Draco nudged Harry gently in the side when he noticed the sad look on his boyfriend's face as Harry stared down at his toast. "You okay?" he asks softly, and seeing Harry's hand on the table, he slides his own over Harry's and threads his fingers through Harry's so he's holding his hand. "We can leave if you want. Go someplace alone to talk?"

Harry shakes his head, telling his lover that he really isn't okay. It was the truth after all. "Not really," he says flatly, finally looking up at his lover. He notices in the corner of his eyes, Hermione looking at him. It was obvious she heard his confession of not feeling like himself. He didn't mind though. "Just been thinking of last night. What kept me up."

"We never discussed it properly last night, you only told me, so would you like to?" Draco asked gently of him. "We can get Severus too, and Remus if you'd like. I know you're becoming a little more open with your emotions too and what you've been through to Remus which I'm so proud of. You've come so far through the years, and I'm so happy to see you get better."

"Sure, that would be nice," Harry replies with a slow thoughtful nod of his head. "And thank you. I've enjoyed the travel with you from years ago to now. It was tough at first, but I – we – got through it together."

Draco smiled at him, lifted his hand, and brushed it through the side of Harry's head, through his hair just above his ear, and then he kissed Harry's cheek. "I'm glad then," he says, noticing Harry's face blushing red now which he loved seeing. "And I love you," he whispers to Harry's ear, then continues eating his warm porridge.

"I love you too," Harry whispers to his toast with a small smile, but then he has to look back at Draco and watch him blowing on his spoon of porridge. Draco locked eyes with him, and Harry rested his chin on Draco's shoulder, his smile growing. Draco rolls his eyes and feeds Harry his spoon of porridge, and Harry grins as he eats the small portion of porridge, then rests the side of his head on Draco's shoulder and closes his eyes.

Draco could tell Harry was slowly falling asleep on his shoulder. After all, the Gryffindor only got a few hours of sleep and that was only when Harry slept with him. Through breakfast, he kept giving Harry's forehead little kisses here and there, and he had to hold Harry's head in place on his shoulder or once Harry would have fallen into a deep sleep so his head wouldn't fall and bang onto the table below. He didn't want Harry to suffer through such embarrassment.

As breakfast was about to end, Draco woke Harry up with a little tap on his head, though he didn't want to, he had to so Harry could at least eat his toast to give him some energy during the day to keep him going. As Harry woke, Draco picked up Harry's toast and held it in front of Harry's mouth.

Harry tiredly took a bite from his toast, grabbed it from Draco and ate it slowly. Draco noted that after they say their goodbyes to some of the Australians, he'll take Harry straight to bed and ensure he gets a little more rest before he takes him to Severus and Remus for a chat about his feelings.

When Harry finished his toast, which Draco thought took hours though he really didn't mind, the two decided to say a quick goodbye to the Australians they knew who were outside the Great Hall. There wasn't any hugging involved and Draco preferred that as he's not much of a hugger, besides when with Harry he can become quite a cuddler. Harry just didn't seem to want to give out hugs or receive them at the moment.

Hermione and Jessica, Pansy and Sammie, and a few others were in tears as Harry could tell and seeing them sad just brought his depressive emotions down further. He felt like he could feel what they were feeling which he hated. He wanted to go be depressed somewhere in a dark corner alone, but he tried to stay strong for Draco and their child, and he hid in Draco's arms.

Draco decides to take Harry back down to the Slytherin boy's dormitory to sleep, though all Harry does is twist and turn on Draco's bed, even when Draco joins him. Harry just couldn't fall asleep, even after fifteen minutes of just lying there beside Draco in his arms. Draco thought about if they go talk to Severus and Remus now that it'll exhaust Harry so after he can get some well-deserved sleep.

Harry agreed with him as they talked about it, knowing how exhausting therapy sessions can be. And since he couldn't fall asleep, he thought that a therapy session would help him, not just with sleep but with his depression too. He didn't want to feel like shit all day anyway.

They walked to Potion's classroom in the hope of finding Severus or Remus there in his office, but they weren't there, so they tried the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom but they weren't there either. They thought about knocking on the two adult's living quarters, as they walked past the Great Hall, but that's when they found the two older men outside with half of the school watching the Australians leave in their white and blue flying caravan, the 7 kangaroos in front hopping up into the air, reminding Harry of Santa and his flying reindeer.

They walked up to the two adults, and when he noticed Harry looked quite uncomfortable in a large crowd of students, he decided to do the talking. "Professor," he says to Severus with a tap on his shoulder.

Severus Snape turns around and nods, having Draco's attention now. "Yes, Mr Malfoy?" he says.

Blaise suddenly appeared and put his arm around Draco's shoulder. "It's actually Mr Potter now," he tells the Professor with a grin. "How many proposals have you given Draco, Harry? Is it four now?"

"Shut up, Blaise," Draco mutters with a smile as he remembers Harry just about proposing to him in the corridor with Blaise and Neville watching, just without the engagement rings. Harry puts Draco's arm around his stomach as he snuggles into his warm body, blushing as he recalls trying to propose to Draco weeks ago.

"Oh?" Severus says as he looks at his son curiously. "Well..." His black eyes glance from each of his son's fingers to Draco's. "I see no rings?" He narrows his eyes at the two, "And you are not getting married before me."

Draco snorts, and Blaise cracks up in laughter. Harry just had a small smile on his face as he thought about his two fathers getting married. What an incredible day that would be. Oh... would he be a Flower Boy? Or would that be handed down to younger boys?

"We'll see," Draco mumbles, thinking back to the first proposal Harry tried giving him which was in his bathroom in Malfoy Manor.

"I beg your pardon?" Severus says, raising a brow.

"Nothing," Draco says quickly. He then remembers Harry had to talk about his thoughts with Severus and Remus. "Oh... we need to talk with you and Remus," he says quietly and with a serious look. "Harry's been feeling quite down today. Harry will tell you the rest when we're alone."

Severus looks sadly at Harry, just wanting to give him a hug, and he nods his head. "Of course," he says gently. "I'll get Remus then we can meet in my office to discuss it. Is that alright?"

Draco nods his head, he tightens his arms around Harry and kisses his cheek, and he watches his lover's face burn bright with a blush. "Let's go then," he says to Harry in a whisper. "We'll meet the Professor's in Professor Snape's office down in the dungeons."

Harry nodded, and wanting to get away from the large crowd, he pulled Draco back into the school and towards the dungeon staircase. The Australian's caravan was only a tiny speck in the sky, so he didn't know why everyone was still outside. Maybe the day was just very nice, hot, and sunny, yet he didn't feel it as all he could feel was his depression pulling him down into the dark pits of his mind, and Draco's delightfully warm body which kept him sane.

Outside the Potion's classroom, they waited for Severus and Remus to let them in. While they waited, Draco began to tease Harry with compliments by saying how cute he looked when he appeared a little shy back in the crowd outside the castle, though he knew it was just Harry feeling uncomfortable. Harry had blushed, the more compliments the redder his face became until he shut Draco up by pulling him into a kiss.

Smirking, Draco deepens the kiss with his lover and slots his hand around Harry's waist and grabbed a handful of Harry's arse cheeks. It turned him on, no doubt, and he wanted to press his crotch into Harry's to feel him but knew he'd have to wait a month or two to be able to do so.

Harry chuckled and pulled Draco back until he was up against the wall and Draco's hand was squished between his but cheek and the wall. Harry didn't think the blonde ought to mind as he knew Draco would love it. He snaked his arms around Draco's neck and pulled him in closer until his lips locked with Draco's and he next was making out with him, his tongue in constant motion with Draco's, and he just couldn't stop himself. He didn't want to. Draco was delicious as always.

"Ahem..." Severus Snape said. Behind him, Remus Lupin was grinning at the two boys. "You both seem to be enjoying yourselves, I see. Perhaps you don't need the talk about whatever is bothering Harry?"

"No," Draco says at once as he pulls away from Harry's demanding kisses. "No. We're all good to have the chat. We just uh... got distracted."

"Distracted, hmm?" Remus mutters as he opens the Potion's door, smiling. Ah, the memories of being young and in love. "Come on, inside."

They walked into the Potion's classroom and to Severus' desk at the back of the classroom. Once the two adults entered too, Remus closed the door, and Severus opened the door to his office to let the boys in.

Draco and Harry sat down in the two black chairs in front of Severus' office desk. Harry shuffled his seat closer to Draco so he could hold his hand, in case the discussion got quite emotional.

As Severus sits down on his chair behind his desk, he begins. "So, tell us, Harry, what is it that's bothering you." Beside him, Remus leaned on the corner of his desk.

"Well, it started earlier last night," Harry tells them. "It's kind of silly, but I couldn't sleep the entire night all because Ron farted in his sleep." Remus cracked a small smile, but then it fell as Harry continued, "But it reminded me of a terrible memory of my past when I was younger and it was during the night when Dudley had farted, and it woke my uncle up who thought it was I that farted." He looks down at his feet with a gloomy look, "And I remember hearing my uncle's thumping footsteps coming nearer until he opened my cupboard up, and I saw his black belt and he..." He sniffed and sighed shakily, letting his eyes well up with tears again.

Draco frowns at Harry, puts his arm around him and gently kisses the side of his forehead. "You're safe here with me, my darling," he assures him quietly. "That bloody Uncle of yours cannot get you here or anywhere that I am with you."

"Yes, that's correct," Severus drawls with a nod of his head. "And I'll make sure that atrocious man won't ever see or lay a chubby finger on my son ever again!"

"What about you tell Severus and Remus about the nightmare you had last night?" Harry asked Draco softly after he calmed down a little from his emotions. "You were really upset about what happened in your nightmare, and I'm sure talking more about it will help."

"Oh, I'm not sure," Draco says with uncertainty, biting the inside of his cheek. "My nightmare isn't necessary at the moment. This is about you, Harry."

"Now that's hardly fair," Harry says, a small frown appearing on his face. He wanted Draco to tell Severus and Remus so the dream wouldn't affect him as much, or in fact, anymore. "I'd like you to tell them what you dreamt of and how it made you feel. If it'll help me, I believe it would help you too."

Draco sighed. If Harry wanted him to tell, then he would as he knows it would help him a little. "Last night...I had a nightmare of..." He blinked away his oncoming tears, "losing my child," he told the two adults while trying to mask his sadness, and he felt Harry squeezing his hand gently which gave him a small jolt of happiness to keep him going. Then he began telling them the rest of his dream and from where it started in the corridors with Harry, and when he started feeling this intense pain and felt like the baby was coming. It continued with Harry rushing him to the Hospital Wing, then he mentioned the bleeding on the sheets, and Madam Pomfrey checked him with her wand and told him and Harry that they lost their child. In the end, he was in tears and leaning the side of his head against Harry's as Harry held him in his arms.

"Stillbirth and miscarriage are quite a rare thing though," Remus assures the young Slytherin with a smile. "It only happens and may be caused by problems with the placenta or umbilical cord, high blood pressure, infections, birth defects, or poor lifestyle choices." Harry looked at him curiously, as did Severus. "I know this from your grandmother, Harry. Acacia Evens. A lovely woman. She was a nurse and had a cousin who went through a miscarriage."

Draco nodded as he understood all that. And it was great hearing about Harry's grandmother too. But he still had a remaining question. "But it could still happen since Harry and I made our daughter while I was Dracelle, all from the potion," he tells them, and he rubs at his red wet eyes, finally dragging his hands down his face until he steeples his hands under his chin. "I know it was an accident, probably waiting to happen and all, but like..."

"You're not going to have a miscarriage, Draco," Severus said in a firm voice. "And you shouldn't even be worrying about that at this age. Examinations are what should be on your mind at the moment, and Harry too, of course."

"Yeah, Harry takes up most of my thoughts every day," Draco agrees with a chuckle, and he looks to his side at Harry who grins at that. "I can't freaking get my mind off you. You're a worry wart and a freaking bloody handsome man."

Harry blushes. "Oh, shut up," he laughs and gives him a playful little push, and Draco rolls his eyes, smiling brightly. "You're handsome too, if even more."

Draco rolls his eyes again, and as he does so he looks at Severus and Remus who he sees are kissing slowly, Remus is still beside Severus but leaning towards him. Draco looks back at Harry and sighs slowly, wondering how the therapy session turned into a snogging one. Though he didn't mind. It was lovely seeing his godfather and Professor Remus showing their love for each other.

"Is this session going to conclude?" Harry whispers to Draco with a smile at his two dads'. "Ever...?"

"I don't know, Harry," Draco whispers back, feeling himself stare and get lost in the sight of Harry's bright green eyes, though Harry wasn't looking at him. "Maybe we should sneak out? Though we were here to talk about our thoughts and dreams today...which we did, but do you think that was all we should do? Are you okay now?"

Harry nods. "I'm alright," he tells his lover after a moment. "The talk was helpful. It really was. And how about yourself?"

"I'm doing well, yeah," Draco says with a nod, but then when Harry finally locked eyes with him, he nodded towards the door out of Severus' office. "Let's go. We should leave these two alone." Harry nodded in agreement, and with a quiet laugh, he crept out of the room with Draco. They walked fast out of the Potion's classroom and having no idea where to go at the moment, they decided to continue down to the Slytherin common room.

Harry starts yawning, and Draco looks at him warmly with a smile. "Someone's tired," he says, and as Harry blinks slowly and closes his eyes, Draco nudges Harry gently in the side, making Harry open his eyes at once. "Looks like the therapy session worked as it should have."

"Mhmm," Harry mumbles tiredly and snakes his arm around Draco's arm, leaning his head on Draco's shoulder as they walk. As they enter the Slytherin Common Room, Harry drags Draco by the arm through the Common Room to the entrance into the Hallway to the Boy's dormitory. Once he gets inside the 7th year's dormitory, he pulls his Draco to the beds and just collapses down onto Draco's bed with a yawn. Draco smiles lovingly at his sleepy lover and joins him in bed, then lastly pulling the sheets up over them to give a comforting warmth as they fall asleep together.

*****

The Australians had left Hogwarts a few days ago, so that meant the examinations were near as well as the end-of-year formal for the 7th years. Harry was looking through some fashion magazines, something he doesn't do ever, with Draco, Ron, and Hermione down in the Gryffindor Common Room, and was searching for a Dress Robe to wear to the formal. Hermione was actually looking for something for Ron as she had apparently found something to wear already.

"Oh, how about this one!" Hermione says, pointing out a dress robe to Ron on one of the pages. Harry couldn't see what it looked like as Hermione and Ron were facing him and Draco, so he continued looking for Dress Robes of his own.

"I think you'd look just gorgeous in this, Harry," Draco showed Harry the page he was on and pointed out the black dress robe with deep green stitching and embroidery to him.

Harry felt himself blush, had a look at the fancy dress robe and smiled at his lover, "I could say the same about you." Draco's face reddened with a blush, and Harry leaned over and kissed Draco's blushing cheek, making it slightly redder. "Gorgeous as always."

Ron rolls his eyes at the two and their lovey-dovey compliments. "Honestly, get a room you two," he tells the two with a grimace. "Your compliments are sickening!"

"Then leave," Draco speaks up and glares over at Ron. He doesn't like complaining, especially when he's pregnant. "You don't have to be here. Harry and I are just showing our love for each other with compliments." Harry smiles at Draco and rubs his hand over Draco's thigh to try and calm him down.

"Alright, I'm sorry," Ron says quickly in despair and looks back at the magazine he had been viewing.

"So," Hermione says to try and defuse the tension, "have you heard that Daphne and Pansy are going to sing at our formal?" That made the three boys look up at her in disbelief. "I remember Pansy's quite a good singer. I've heard them sing together and they're really good!"

"When the hell did Pansy start singing?" Draco asks at once. "And no doubt, Pansy does have a good voice. Is she in the Frog Choir?" Harry just shrugged.

"I would have loved to join the choir too," Hermione tells them all brightly. "I was in my school's choir in primary school and absolutely loved it! Oh, I was also playing the cello in music class back then too. Oh, and-"

Draco rolls his eyes and leans into Harry for a cuddle. He hates ranting too and would rather ignore it than listen to it for long minutes of his time or even hours. He's glad he has Harry with him, this is so when situations like ranting happen and he doesn't want to listen, he can just become distracted by Harry and his mouth with those soft and feathery or quick and heated kisses. And the best part, sometimes these kisses become so passionate, that he gets carried or pulled up to the boy's dorm rooms, and Harry lays him down on his bed, and once undressed they make sweet, sweet love together. That's what he'd like, but they're only kissing softly and tenderly which he doesn't mind at all.

As he leans away and stares into Harry's shiny emerald green eyes with a small smile, he realises it has grown very quiet around them. He hesitantly looks around himself and notices everyone in the common room, which was only a few 10 or so students were staring at him and Harry. "What!" he snapped at them all. "What are you looking at?!" A few students looked down or began talking with their friends again. "What the actual-?!?"

"Draco, you're really... red," Harry says worriedly and quickly checks his temperature by just leaning his palm against Draco's forehead. "You're burning up! Jesus, Draco!" He quickly looked up at his friends, "Hermione, is this a normal thing during...?"

"Not necessarily," Hermione says slowly. "But it can happen if the woman is extremely hot or has a cold. It shouldn't be anything to worry about, but you should go check with Madam Pomfrey just in case."

"It's just a tiny headache," Draco tells them with a wince as he looks around the room as if he just woke up and the bright early sunlight was hurting his eyes. "That's all. Just a headache."

"A headache!" Harry said loudly, causing Hermione to jump in her seat in surprise and Ron to glance at them both. "Draco, burning up and a headache is not a good sign! We're going to Madam Pomfrey to make sure you're alright." Draco groaned; he didn't want to go visit anyone at the moment. He just wanted to relax with Harry.

"Harry, why don't Ron and I go down to the Hospital Wing and ask Madam Pomfrey what's wrong with Draco and why he's red in the face and has a headache?" Hermione offers gently. "It'll be only quick, then we'll race back and tell you what's wrong with him."

Harry considered that for a moment, his palm still rested on Draco's forehead. At least if he's with Draco, he can take care of him until the two get back. "Alright, sure," he replies quickly. He didn't want to waste any time. "But be quick! And thank you!"

"Of course," Hermione says and pulls Ron by the hand towards the exit of the common room, leaving Harry and Draco alone with a few other students. Draco stared up at Harry, blinking slowly, not knowing what to do as he wondered if he was alright.

"How are you feeling, my dear?" Harry asks Draco softly, covering the Slytherin's hands with his own. "Are you hungry? Would you like anything to drink?"

"I'm tired, hot, and I'm thirsty," Draco replied tiredly.

"I can agree with you there that you're definitely hot," Harry tells him with a slight grin, Draco chuckles and brings their twined hands up to his mouth and kisses Harry's hand. Harry tilts his head and looks warmly at his lover. "When did you last eat and drink?"

"I ate breakfast today, as you saw and watched," Draco says with a knowing look at him, and Harry's cheeks tainted a deep pink. "And the last time I had something to drink..." Harry raised a dark eyebrow slowly, and Draco blew out of his mouth and shrugged. "I'm so tired, I don't remember. Hours? Days ago?"

"Days!" Harry hissed. He couldn't believe it; he didn't want to believe it. "Draco, you haven't had water in freaking days?" Draco nodded just slightly and looked away. "You're dehydrated. God... Kreacher!" He yells.

With a 'pop', Kreacher the elf was in the room, looking a little moody like always, but when he saw Harry with a red-faced Draco, he straightened up. "What is it Kreacher can do for you two?"

"Can you get Draco a bottle of water, please?" Harry asked of the house-elf with a quick kind smile. "He's really dehydrated and hasn't had a drink in a few days." He glanced back at his lover with a firm expression, "He should have at least had a drink of something at breakfast."

"I don't want to be pissing every hour of the day, Harry," Draco frowns and fiddles with his fingers which are trapped in Harry's warm ones, the sound of a house-elf popping out of the room was heard in the background and didn't startle either boy's. "It's annoying, not to mention distressing as these random demands to pee can occur anytime and even during class. I'm still drinking a glass of milk daily though."

"You still need to drink water," Harry tells him. "It's a necessity to live, and you've only got less than two months until it'll get better until our little one is... you know." He smiles happily and cups Draco's cheek with one hand. "And I cannot wait." 

"Me too," Draco replies lightly, placing his hand over Harry's, turns his head to the side, and kisses Harry's hand. "I'll drink some water once your elf brings it to me. I'd probably need a few full bottles though..."

"Oh Draco," Harry sighs and shakes his head, a little disappointed but more worried for him. "At least you were honest."

Kreacher popped back into the room, holding a glass bottle filled with cold water, a wooden bowl and a blue cloth. "Mister Malfoy, please lay down," the house-elf says. "Kreacher must help you."

Draco nods and lays down on the couch. Kreacher soaks the blue cloth into the wooden bowl of water, and then dabs it over Draco's warm forehead – Draco winces from the cold cloth that touches his forehead – then Kreacher lays it over Draco's forehead with an everlasting cooling charm. He then gives Draco the bottle of water and makes sure he at least has a few long sips by watching the Slytherin drink.

"Drink more, please," Harry tells Draco softly, and he taps the bottom of the glass bottle. "You need to at least drink the entire bottle for the day. I want you getting better, for both you and our darling one."

Draco nods again and begins drinking the bottle of water, just knowing he'll have to use the toilet for long hours of the day today. At least he'll be hydrated.

Just then, Hermione and Ron rushed back into the hospital Wing, huffing, and puffing as if they'd run a marathon. "He's alright," Ron breathed. "He's just-"

"Dehydrated," Harry cuts Ron off as he makes sure the cloth doesn't fall off Draco's forehead as the Slytherin moves to drink from the glass of water. "I know. He told me while the two of you were gone."

"-either about to give birth or is in need of water," Ron finishes what he was about to tell them. Harry turns his head quickly in the direction of his best mate Ron, then to Hermione who nods her head quickly.

"I don't feel any kind of need to... give birth," Draco whispers to them. "I don't feel any strain so...I just haven't had a drink of water in a few days."

Hermione's mouth fell open in shock at hearing that. Ron looked quite shocked too. Harry noticed their expressions and smiled faintly, "I know, I was dismayed when I found out too. Luckily, I thought of calling Kreacher to help."

"Where is that house elf of yours?" Ron asks as he looks around the couch Draco is lying on.

Harry looks around them, not seeing Kreacher anywhere. "Oh..." he says. "I guess he left. Well, wherever he is, I know he's listening, and I never got to say a 'thank you' to him, so I hope he heard it."

Draco smiled at his lover. "I'm sure Kreacher did," he replies lightly as he picks up the magazine, he had been looking through beforehand from off the floor below him, and the magazine Harry had been viewing too. They still had to go find something to wear for the formal, and Draco so far didn't want to waste any more time.

So just relaxing there on the couch, with a wet cold flannel on his forehead, and a bottle of water that he was drinking from every so often, he looked through the magazines for something for both him and Harry to wear. Harry lay beside him, looking at the same magazines while refilling Draco's bottle of water every so often.

*****

Draco was feeling much better as the days went past. He was hydrated, and healthy, and even went for walks around the lake with Harry once every two days. He loved it as he got to go outside every so often and because it was more time spent with Harry when they weren't in separate classes. However, the problem with it was the sore feet he'd get after the walk. He hated it but pushed through the pain.

Harry groaned in Draco's arms as McGonagall sat down at the Professor's table one morning. The N. E. W. T's examinations were in three weeks' time. Luckily, he studied with Draco for the examinations for two months and three times a week, so he was sure he'd do alright in the examinations.

Draco was kissing Harry's forehead repeatedly, trying to calm his boyfriend down. It worked, Harry felt much better and was blushing too as Pansy and Daphne were giggling at him and Blaise was just smirking. But how would his brain deal with all this information he must respire in?

"Don't panic, Harry," Draco says to him quietly, kissing Harry's forehead again as he loves watching Harry's face become redder all because of him, his hand under the table clasped with Harry's and his other touching his protruding belly. "We have our study sessions together, and revision in class too. We can do this!"

Harry finally smiled, the anxiety in him suddenly decreasing as he looked at Draco. But he didn't want Draco to only help him and not get his own work done. But knowing Draco, Draco can probably find his way around that. "Thank you, my love."

Draco smiled back, he leaned forward a little and kissed Harry gently whilst his finger was lifting Harry's chin up. "Since we both have spares next, why don't we go study?" he suggested after the slow kiss. They were going to study later on in the evening today anyway. Why not get more studying done?

Harry sighed and considered this for a minute, then nodded. There was no way out of studying was there?

***** 

"Draco?" Harry crawled over to his boyfriend on his bed down in the Slytherin dormitory, until he was in front of the Slytherin, and he sat back on his knees. "I just need to make sure before I buy our dress robes. Are you certain that you want to go to the formal in two weeks? Do you think you can last a few hours?"

Draco thought about that for what felt like the millionth time in the entire year as he lay on his back on his bed. He has been thinking of either going or not going for months, he just cannot decide. "I'll go with you for a few hours," he finally tells Harry. "But once I get tired and my feet start hurting then it's time to go."

Harry nods. "Fair enough," he replies instantly, and he crawls further up to his lover and lays beside him. "Oh, I wonder what graduation would be like...? Fred and George left school without attending graduation, so we didn't get to see what theirs was like. Percy never mentioned his graduation."

"We'll see on the day it happens," Draco tells him with a slow excited smile and puts an arm around him. "It would be our own graduation. Not the same as everyone else's." He then hesitates and thinks for a minute. This was their last year in Hogwarts, and it was nearly over. Hogwarts was where he met his best friends and Harry. It was where his rival with Harry blossomed slowly into this beautiful friendship and then an incredible relationship filled with love, happiness, trust, and passion. "I'm going to miss this place though, and the friendships I've made, and the magic Hogwarts holds. It's where I met you."

Harry smiled at him. He agreed with everything his lover had said. Hogwarts is – was – his home after all. "It's where everything between us changed," he says lightly, placing his hand over Draco's warm one that rests in between their chests. "Well technically, it was Madam Malkin's Robe shop where we met. But Hogwarts is where everything happened."

Draco nods warmly, and he leans forward and plants a soft kiss on Harry's cheek. Harry chuckles, blushes red, and stuffs his warm face into Draco's warm chest. "When's the last time I told you that I love you?" He asks his blushing Harry.

"Last night," Harry mumbles into Draco's chest, and his smile grows as he remembers right after studying late at night, Draco had fallen asleep next to him but the last thing he said was 'I love you, Harry' to Harry in a whisper.

"Well, I love you, Harry James Potter," Draco tells him quietly. "More than you could ever know." Harry's blush darkens and Draco grins as he notices it.

"I love you too, Draco Lucius Malfoy," Harry says softly and looks up at his Draco. "More than the stars in the universe. All that you are is all that I'll ever need." Draco rolls his eyes and sits up on his elbows. Harry moves his leg over Draco's thighs, then his body until he's seated on Draco's lap and grins down at him.

"Harry!" Draco groans and grabs hold of Harry's outer thighs. "Get off me. You know how hard I get – how hard I'm becoming now – from having you sitting on me, especially while I'm pregnant."

"What?" Harry says. "Like this?" He shuffles back until seated on Draco's legs. He didn't exactly want to move from where he was before. "Is this what you want?"

Draco gave a little frown, moving his legs just slightly and feeling Harry over him. "I just don't want this moment to become sexual," he tells Harry in a quiet voice, his cheeks tinted with pink. "You can easily turn me on. Just the sight of you walking into a room I'm in and your entrancing scent can freaking turn me on." Harry laughs, leans forward, and gives Draco teasing kisses all over the neck. Draco moans, "Merlin, Harry! Either fuck me or just suck my cock!"

Harry smirks and leans down over Draco. He wanted to do both suggestions but oh, he'll make sure the sex he has with his lover is slow but pleasureful and teasing. He wants to make sure Draco's feeling pure heaven for as long as he can. As they undressed, their clothes were thrown everywhere around them, unneeded, and as Draco spread his legs apart and relaxed back, Harry got Draco ready by pushing one finger in, (Draco sighs happily) then two, (Draco squirms a little but chuckles) and a third, and once he's ready Harry gets into position. The more Draco moaned during their lovemaking, the harder Harry thrust into Draco's tight entrance and jerked Draco's hardened cock which no doubt sent them both into an oblivion of heaven.

As Harry releases his seed into Draco as he comes, Draco feels like he's back in the Garden of Amare, with Harry over him, planting his seed into his womb as Dracelle. He remembers how incredible it felt, how full he had felt, how sticky he was, and how incredible he felt now after the sex with his lover. It was like pure magic, pure bliss that he just loved. He couldn't get enough of Harry.

Harry smiled down at Draco and lowered his upper torso so he could kiss Draco long and slowly while trying to avoid squishing Draco's protruding belly. He then kisses down from Draco's lips, down his face, his neck, and down his chest and over his baby bump. He pulls out of the Slytherin's arse, and lays down beside him again, getting back to kissing his lover's protruding belly, wishing his unborn child could feel the parental love he wanted to start giving her.

He looks up at his lover and realises he's slowly falling asleep which adores him, so he quietly lays back by his side and just rests there, putting an arm around him and trying to pull the blankets over them both but Draco is laying on them and Harry didn't want to wake him up. So, he improvised and enlarged his shirt, so it covered them both like a warm blanket. He hoped it was large and warm enough as he closed his eyes and let sleep relax him.

*****

Harry was up in Remus's office with Severus, having his monthly Afternoon (peppermint) tea with them while talking about how he was doing so far, how his studies and assignments were going, how Draco was doing with the baby growing, and just everything going on in his life with friends and Draco they didn't know yet. It was their father-son session time.

"Speaking of when the baby comes," Severus says, "Are you and Draco prepared for it? Do you both have everything you need to start caring for your child? Clothes, toys, blankets, books, a cot, et cetera."

Harry nods. "Draco's birthday is coming up, and on the same day we're kind of having a baby shower," he tells them, and Remus smiles fondly at that idea. Severus sees the familiar sparkle in those hazel eyes of Remus and knows he's got an idea for something. "Plus, Narcissa already decorated a part of Draco's room with baby things," Harry added. "A cot, some toys, blankets."

Good, good," Severus says gently with a nod, as gentle as he can be, placing down his mug of tea on Remus's office table. "You're all set then! You can always ask Narcissa for parenting tips too or questions about raising a child. She knows best."

"Especially with Teddy growing up," Remus says, staring off behind Severus at nothing. "She visits Nymphadora and Andromeda a few times per week. Just checks on them."

"Do you visit them?" Harry asks Remus, curiously, also quite carefully. Why wouldn't Remus visit them anyway? He wanted to make sure anyway being that Teddy is Remus's son. "Tonks and Andromeda? I haven't seen them since the Easter holidays when Draco and I visited them with Narcissa. Teddy has grown so much! He's around a year old now."

Remus just enjoyed listening to Harry go on about Teddy, Nymphadora and Andromeda. It was lovely seeing how excited James' son was about Teddy, and how excited Harry was for his own daughter to be born in a month and counting. "I occasionally visit them, yes," he says with a short courteous nod. "Monthly to quarter monthly. Whenever I have time during the month unless I get too busy with students' assignments and exams to mark."  

Harry nodded slightly as he sipped from his Peppermint tea. That was fair. He then checks the time with a "Tempus" and swears under his breath, quickly finishing the rest of his tea and pushing his empty mug towards the centre of the table. "I'm meeting Draco in two minutes. I'll be late if I don't leave by now. Thanks again, the tea was great!" And then he was out the door.

Severus chuckles at Harry's leaving figure, then turns to Remus. "Well, now it seems like we're all alone again." Remus smiled back in return and winked, causing Severus to let out a "Pffft" as a laugh.

"We do have 28 minutes left until our next students pop into class," Remus reminds him smoothly, moving behind Severus and immediately massaging his shoulders gently. "Which gives us plenty of time to..." Moving his head down, he presses a kiss to the other man's jawline. "Hmm?"

Severus remained calm and collected as Remus continued to kiss his neck. "Sure, fine." Remus chuckled, giddy.

*****

June was coming faster than Harry had ever thought could, and they just had their N.E.W.T.'s examinations hours ago. His brain was hurting. There was too much information stored in it. He believed he did pretty well, and might not have a lot of "Outstanding" but that was okay. Right after the examinations, Harry and Draco celebrated by having sex on Harry's bed in Gryffindor Tower.

Lying sticky and sweaty from shagging his boyfriend, Harry pulled the covers and sheets of his bed up over himself and Draco. He kissed the sleepy blonde Slytherin's pale forehead and brushed his tousled hair away from his closed eyes.

He admired how stunningly handsome his boyfriend was as he always does, with his long blonde eyelashes, silver spectacular pretty eyes, handsome pointy face, cute nose, and perfect eyebrows. He could go on and on about how lucky he is to have Draco. He's just completely gorgeous!

Draco sighed sleepily and turned over, so he faced Harry. But he placed his head on Harry's chest and just listened to his boyfriend's heartbeat. Da Dum... Da Dum... Da Dum... Da Dum... It is music to his ears. He opened his silver eyes and the first thing he saw was Harry's nipple. He smiled and pressed a kiss to it.

Harry let out a soft moan and placed his arms around Draco's body. "Gees, I love you," he mumbles out.

Draco looked into emerald green eyes and moved a little closer to Harry's face. He bit down on Harry's lip and nibbled on it. "I love you too, Harry Potter." He moved his leg over Harry's waist, he was now sitting on Harry's stomach, his back arched, baby bump touching Harry's stomach, and he looked down at Harry. "Are you excited for Graduation next week after the formal?"

"Most definitely!" said Harry happily. He gave Draco's nose a kiss, and Draco looked down at the tip of his nose with a smile. Harry chuckled at how his Slytherin went cross-eye. "You're just so cute, Draco."

"Thank you, and you're adorable too, Harry," Draco whispered with a slight blush and closed the distance between them in a gentle kiss just so Harry couldn't reply back.

But Harry sighed. He was hoping he would graduate, hoping he passed all his N.E.W.T.'s.

"What's up, darling?" Draco asked softly as he pulled away, feeling a little worried. He leaned his weight on one arm and reached his hand up to caress Harry's cheek.

Harry closed his eyes and focused his attention on the feel of Draco's warm hand on his cheek. "I just hope I will be at graduation," he deadpans.

"Why do you think you won't be—Oh," mumbles Draco a little sadly, and Harry nods. He shook his head in disbelief. "Harry, I believe you did extraordinary on your N.E.W.T.'s! I know you passed, I have a feeling that you did. You needn't worry. Now shut up and kiss me! Your boyfriend wants attention."

Harry smiled at him, reached down to grab Draco's arse cheeks, and pushed him forward. Their lips smashed together, and Draco groaned from the contact from their dicks. They kissed passionately, Draco fighting for entrance to Harry's mouth, but Harry just teased him into thinking he'd get what he wanted. This is what he loves about kissing Draco. The teasing. Draco loves teasing Harry too, but only when he feels like it. Harry loves him for it, how he can get lazy at times, or he can get fiery, playful, and frisky.

Harry doesn't know why he thought of an image of Draco with cat ears and a tail. But damn, his Slytherin would look hot as fuck. "You know, you'd look good in a tail and ears," he admitted without thinking this through. So, he blushed.

Draco raised an eyebrow, smirked, and leaned closer to Harry's lips. He purred, just like a cat, and kissed him.

Harry groaned in the kiss at his sexy Slytherin he was kissing. Draco purred in the kiss and that just turned Harry on again. He reached down and squeezed the Slytherin's arse cheeks, which made Draco purr a little louder. "My fucking god, Draco," he hissed, staring into silver eyes.

"Language, Harry," Draco mutters, purring again while rubbing his cheek gently over Harry's exactly like how a cat would when it wants attention. "Our baby can hear us, you know," Harry grunted and flipped the both of them over until he was on top of Draco.

"Yes, but she wouldn't know what 'fuck' means," Harry mutters and gave a quick kiss to the Slytherin's delicious lips. He loves how Draco's turning him on, but he just wants to relax with him right now. Nothing else just what they just did only minutes ago. "You're turning me on again."

Draco smirked, his silver eyes shining as he stared up at Harry's green irises. "Good, I love it when you get all sexy." He wriggled a little, his prick lightly rubbing against Harry's and they both groaned.

Harry bit his lip and rolled to the side of Draco. He pulled the blankets up a little higher, loving the warmth, but loved the warmth radiating from Draco the most. He placed a hand over Draco's chest, feeling his heartbeat thump against his chest. It's really calming to hear. He rested his head on the pillow, and when Draco rolled onto his side to face him, he smiled and leaned in for a kiss.

When Harry closed his eyes after the kiss, Draco reached up and softly placed his hand over the Gryffindor's cheek. It was so warm and soft. And by the time he could hear Harry's breathing start to slow down, he snuggled under the covers and closed his eyes.

*****

It was now Draco's birthday, and Harry planned on giving him a great Birthday as he would always do. He woke up around seven, dressed quickly in casual clothes, grabbed everyone's presents for Draco (except Narcissa's presents as they were for when Draco got home) and rushed out of the dorm room, hearing his dorm mates shout and tell him to say their Happy Birthday's to Draco even if they'll be meeting up with the couple soon.

He told Draco yesterday to meet him outside the Slytherin Common Room today and to have Blaise escort him through to the Common Room just in case he trips and falls. He hoped Blaise wouldn't mind; Harry's just really cautious through the last months of Draco's pregnancy.

Harry rushes through the Gryffindor Common Room, out the Portrait entrance, and into the hallways of the school. He couldn't wait for the day to begin when he saw Draco in a few minutes and gave him his presents. There really isn't much to do for a birthday at Hogwarts besides going for walks around the castle and its grounds, and if you're lucky the Garden of Amare if you found your soulmate, or the kitchens. Or you could organise a party.

A party is what Harry wanted to do this year for Draco's birthday, like Draco's first birthday he celebrated in their 4th year, he had been planning this party since the start of the year, and all his and Draco's friends were up for it. But since he was told the happiest news he had ever heard, that Draco was pregnant, the need for that party increased. It'll not only be a celebration of Draco's birthday, it's also a month from their first kid being born soon. Pansy wanted alcohol at the Party, but Harry didn't want anything alcoholic anywhere near Draco for months. He didn't even want the thought of Alcohol lingering around them. But the party was still on.

As Harry finally sees Draco, dressed quite comfortably with no sign of his protruding belly (Obviously, has layers of charms in place), and is waiting outside the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room, he grins, raises all the wrapped coloured presents into the air with a simple non-verbal levitation charm, and he throws his arms around Draco and kisses him deeply. "Happy birthday, my dear," he says at last as he pulls away from the kiss.

"Thank you, Harry," Draco replies with the brightest smile Harry's seen that lights him up from the inside, and Draco looks from Harry to all the floating presents in the air. "You really didn't have to get me anything. Nobody did, really." He looks back into Harry's green eyes. "The best gift you've ever given me is yourself in my arms forever, and what we made together about...eight and a half months ago. And yes, our daughter really is a gift to me even if she's a bother to deal with during the day."

Harry chuckles, his cheeks tinting with a light blush. "Imagine what she's like when she's finally born into this world and we have to start raising her," he tells him. He honestly couldn't wait and felt ready to take on the responsibility with Draco.

"She's going to be a bloody nightmare, probably," Draco mutters with a quick glance down at his flat belly. He places his hand over his invisible baby bump and rubs at it slowly. "It depends on how well-behaved you were as an infant, Harry." Harry scoffs with a soft laugh and rolls his eyes. "I was an angel, according to my mother," he adds matter of fact.

"We shall see who the angel was once I talk with Remus," Harry tells him in a low voice, and he crosses his arms and grins. "He's the only one alive that ever knew me since I was a baby." Draco's face softened and he gave Harry a sad look, knowing of the many losses in Harry's life that unfortunately happened over the years starting with Harry's parents, then Sirius, and Fred. "Anyway," the Gryffindor says quickly. "We have somewhere to be." He softly kissed Draco on the cheek, linked arms with him, and led him out of the dungeons.

A little behind them, Blaise opens the secret entrance from the Slytherin Common Room and peeks his head out, seeing Harry and Draco nearing a corner to head upstairs onto the ground floor of Hogwarts. He quickly looks behind him at Pansy and Daphne, and he gestures and hisses quietly at them, "Go!" Daphne had insisted all night that she shouldn't come because she wasn't a part of their friend group, but Pansy called that a silly excuse and insisted she should come so Daphne finally decided to, but only for a little while.

Harry had discussed with Hermione and Ron where the best place to set up the party would be. Under the Willow tree sounded quite nice to them since it was where Draco's first party with Harry and the others were. Harry wanted to find someplace else to have the party, somewhere new and a little exciting like down by the lake, but with the steps and hills Draco must walk down and climb up, doesn't feel very safe to Harry. What if Draco fell? Harry wouldn't be able to live with himself if that were to happen and Draco got injured in the fall. And even though Hermione and even Ron assured him Draco would be okay, Harry still didn't believe them and wanted to stay on the cautious side.

The garden of Amare was a sacred place to him and Draco, and whoever found it, same with the Library's Secret Room, so they were ruled off the list. Ron mentioned the place in London Harry had told him about that Ivy and Lavender also went to three years ago, but as it was quite a distance away, that was ruled off too. Harry didn't want Draco's sore feet getting worse. He thought about having everyone at breakfast in the Great Hall to wish Draco a happy birthday but didn't know how well Draco could take all the attention. Though he knew the Slytherin loved the attention. The idea wasn't ruled off though. So that just left the Willow Tree which was the safest option by far.

Harry and Draco made it to the first floor, arm in arm and headed towards the Herbology wing of the castle. Draco knew of the party. It wasn't a secret. He just didn't know what would be happening throughout the day. That part was the secret.

They walked in between the greenhouses and continued down to the Willow Tree, and once they pushed their way through Willow's long leaves, they were surprised by all their friends sitting around a red, black, and green plaid picnic blanket. Ron was there, Hermione too, as well as Seamus and Dean.

"Happy Birthday, Draco!" Everyone said.

Draco beams and cups his mouth, chuckling happily. Harry wraps his arms around Draco's side and kisses his cheek. The presents that had been floating in the air, following them, were now in the centre of the picnic blanket. "Wait," said Draco, looking around for his two best friends and their dates. "Where's Blaise, Neville, Pansy and Daphne?"

But then there was a tap on Draco's shoulder, and he turned around quickly. Behind him stood the four other people who were missing from the party, holding presents of their own.

"Hello," Blaise says and hugs Draco with one arm. "Happy Birthday! Hope these gifts help. It's from both me and Neville." Neville gives Draco a nod, a big smile, and a hug. Then Pansy and Daphne give Draco their gifts and hug him too.

And then it was present opening time. Harry gave Draco his few first presents and gave him a kiss before they sat down with the others. As Draco opens the first from Harry, his eyes sparkle as he looks at the lilac purple and sunflower yellow baby albums.

"Thought we should start an album once she's born," Harry says with a smile, his arm around Draco. "Make memories early with her. Narcissa brought out the camera she used seventeen years ago when capturing your first year in life all those years ago. We can use that, or we can exchange it for a newer version."

"I love it, Harry," Draco replies warmly. "Thank you." Harry blushes, nods in gratitude and grabs the next present which turns out to be the one he was going to give Draco later on when they were alone. It was just two pairs of socks, one a baby's size and the other a man's size, both with 'Daddy's Little Princess' on it.

As soon as everyone saw the socks and Draco read what was on them, everyone barked out in laughter. Draco's face turned bright red, and he laughed with everyone else and stuffed his reddened face into Harry's neck. As the laughter quietened down, more presents were being opened. It was all pretty much baby girl items, like Daphne and Pansy got a few stylish baby girl dresses, shoes, and coats.

Neville and Blaise had gifts including baby bathing products and lotions. Hermione and Ron got a few night lights in the shape of animals. Lastly, Seamus and Dean, instead of buying all baby things except one baby bodysuit in white with 'Pinch me and I'll punch you' in green letters, got Draco some Wine to Harry's disliking, though he didn't show it. He could always hide the wine from Draco until after the birth of their child.

As all the presents were unwrapped, Ron reached behind him and grabbed the picnic basket they used all those years ago for Draco's birthday party and made room for it with the presents. They all dug into the muffins, crumpets, English breakfast muffins, toast, jams, and fruits in celebration of Draco's birthday and the baby shower.

After the breakfast picnic, they packed up the picnic and Harry and Draco stacked the gifts up into a neat pile and then sent them into the air, bobbing above their heads in an orderly fashion. Then they walked back into the castle and towards the Great Hall, though Dean and Seamus, and Daphne and Pansy went off on their own to do their own thing. As the teens walk towards the Entrance Hall, Harry pulls Draco into the Great Hall, beaming as everyone looks their way. "Please welcome the Birthday boy!"

"Harry," Draco mutters, blushing again as he hides his face in his hands as everyone in the room claps and shouts their "Happy Birthdays" to the blushing Slytherin. Harry wanted this to happen anyway since it was their last year and they had less than a week until they graduated. Might as well make it one of the most memorable days of Draco's life in Hogwarts.

When Draco tore his hands away from his face, he gave everyone a small smile, slid his hand into Harry's and turned around, walking out of the Great Hall with Harry. "Now that was freaking embarrassing," the Slytherin says as they walked further away from the Great Hall where they couldn't be heard.

"You're welcome, my dear," Harry says brightly with a grin. "And I promise that's the only embarrassing thing you'll encounter today." Draco raised a blonde brow, as if curious with what Harry had told him. "As of now," He reaches over and strokes Draco's soft cheek, "I want to take you to the special garden. I want to plant some flowers and trees with you." He winks at his lover, and Draco smirks as he understands what Harry means. "Oh, and after that, how about we go relax in the first place we hung out together alone?"

Draco's smile widened and his silver eyes gleamed over at the memory. "The Quidditch Stands."

Harry nodded, and he kissed Draco's smile. "We can get my broom after our date in the gardens, then it'll be exactly like that day we had four years ago," he says, and with one lingering kiss on the mouth that he received from Draco, they headed upstairs to the Garden of Amare.

Harry remembers the day well four years ago. He was just out flying, trying to clear his head of his depressing thoughts when Draco paid him a surprise visit. He remembers spotting Draco easily on the stands, sitting alone, with his back straight in perfect posture, perfect white-blonde hair on show, and leg over the other. And when he flew down to the Slytherin, he remembers having a really good conversation with him and that's when their friendship bloomed. It was one of his favourite moments with Draco he had, and he has got millions of other favourite moments with Draco to think about.

*****

"So, you'll be twinning with Draco this year?" Harry was standing in front of his best mate, Ron Weasley in the dorm room as he looked over Harry and straightened his black and green dress robes out. Ron himself was wearing a kind of midnight blue dress robe with white sparkles on it that shone just like stars did. He was supposedly matching Hermione.

"Yeah," Harry replies, smiling excitedly to see his boyfriend all dressed up for him and to spend all night with him. "I'll be picking him up once I'm ready." He's been telling himself he's not ready when he really was. He had brushed his hair as much as he could and honestly couldn't be bothered styling it as he knew Draco loved him for who he was and how messy his hair was. "Should I just wait outside the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room or surprise Draco outside of his dorm room?"

"Why are you asking me this?" Ron asked at once, his brows furrowed. "But considering he's pregnant, I'd wait outside the dorm room just in case."

Harry nods his head. "I thought of doing that too," he says. Ron was going to meet Hermione downstairs as far as Harry knows. He still wanted to see what Hermione was wearing since Ron's dress Robe looked quite unique and shiny.

Dean then walked into the Dorm Room from the bathroom downstairs, dressed in black and orange that quite suited him, in his hand looked like a bunch of orange and white flowers stuck onto a pin. "Hi," he says to Harry and Ron with a smile. "You both look incredible, by the way."

"Thanks, mate," Ron says with a returned smile. "You do as well."

"Yeah, you're looking good," Harry tells his other dorm mate, giving him his smile. "Seamus is going to love you even more once he sees you."

"Speaking of the Irish Devil..." Ron says as none other than Seamus Finnegan walks into the dorm room, dressed in oranges and whites, and he beams and blushes as his blue eyes lie on Dean in the middle of the room. Dean walks over to his boyfriend, kisses his cheek and whispers how handsome he looks which makes Seamus' already blushing cheeks redden, and he carefully pins the flower pin he had over Seamus' chest. Seamus reaches into his Dress Robe pocket and pulls out a pin with orange and black flowers, then puts it over Dean's chest, clipping it on.

"Now I wish I got Draco a corsage," Harry says quietly. "So, is this your idea, the muggle corsage pins?" He asks as he looks back at Dean and Seamus, waiting for their reply, Dean nods with a grin.

"A what?" Ron asked, looking quite confused as he looked at his best friend. "What's a core-sage." He mispronounced it, thinking Harry said Core and Sage in one word, but he was wrong.

"Corsage, actually," Harry corrected him. "A muggle thing. But never mind that."

"We'll see ye both downstairs or in the Great Hall," Seamus then says, and after a moment of giving and receiving compliments from Dean, they left the room with a wave.

Harry wedges his finger in between his neck and collar, and Ron snorted a laugh. He didn't know what Ron thought was funny. "I think it's too tight," he mutters with a frown.

"It's not tight, it's just your nerves," Ron replies as he surveys Harry approvingly like Harry imagined a mum would. How he imagined his own mum would do. He tried not to think too deeply of that. "But how come you are nervous? Surely you aren't too nervous."

"Of course, I'm nervous, Ron," Harry tells him at once. "I'm as nervous as I should be. My boyfriend's pregnant and I'll be taking him into a trip-hazard place. Not to mention I'm always nervous when going to big events like this and don't want to mess up or trip over and ruin Draco's night."

Ron blinked at him, then smirked. "Bloody Hell, Harry," he says with surprise and chuckles as they exit the dorm room and make their way downstairs to the common room. "You're hopeless and love-struck around Draco. He's got you wrapped around his pinkie finger."

Once they enter the Common Room, Harry's jaw drops as he sees what Hermione's wearing to the formal. It was a dark blue, long-sleeved, knee-length dress with the planets Earth, Saturn, Neptune, and the Moon somehow levitating and rotating around her dress. Shining stars were dispersed around her dress like Ron's Dress Robe had. "Wow, Hermione, you look...really gorgeous!" Harry says. "How the hell did you do that to the planets on your dress? It's incredible!"

"Oh, it's just a few charms I added to my dress," Hermione tells him brightly and she looks like she wanted to tell them exactly how she did it. "That's pretty much it. And thank you! You look stunning tonight, Harry.

"What about me?" Ron asked, dumbfounded as he stared at his girlfriend. Hermione laughs and throws her arms around Ron, kisses him quickly, and Harry hears her whisper compliments to Ron. Harry smiled at them and then quietly sneaked out of the Common Room into the corridor, and he started making his way down to the Slytherin dungeons. There weren't many students out in the castle corridors this evening, just one or two younger students running amuck.

Only a few of the younger students were in the common room at the moment, and Harry ignored their watchful eyes and quickly entered the Hallway into the boy's dormitory. When Draco pulled open the 7th year's dorm door, Harry's heart almost stopped, which was saying something considering Draco wasn't even touching him. He knew Draco looked nothing like any of the other blokes at the formal would look tonight. Everything was shiny, and everything involved blacks, greens, and a little bit of silver. And his baby bump, hidden under layers of charms for the eye to not see. As Harry looked at Draco, his knees started to buckle, which was a very familiar feeling. He was so beautiful it hurt. "Wow."

Draco smiled. His white-blonde hair shone in the dim light of the dorm hallway, and Harry just wanted to run his fingers through it, but he didn't dare touch him, not a single hair. "Finished staring, my darling?" the Slytherin asks amusedly.

"No," Harry whispers, he doesn't want to blink in case this was some dream he was having that he didn't want to wake up to. "You're just so gorgeous!" He could see the candlelight reflecting off Draco's shiny lips, and Harry tried not to think about it. He tried not to want to kiss Draco's face and his lips. He was thinking to himself how he was so lucky in life to have such an incredible boyfriend. He's so glad he took his chance with Draco 4 years ago. 

Draco was blushing now, and he pulled his boyfriend towards him until he had him in his arms. "I would say the same about you, my gorgeously beautiful boyfriend," he replies quietly, watches Harry's cheeks redden with a blush, and closes the distance between them, kissing Harry softly with a slow smile. There was nothing better than kissing the light and love of your life.

The kiss was actually a surprise to Harry, and he no doubt loved it. It lifted him off his feet. Or was that Draco? No, it was him, leaning his all onto Draco as he kissed him back deeply with his entire being. He couldn't get enough of his Draco.

Draco finally pulls away and rests his forehead against Harry's as he pants from the kiss. "Wow," he says with a smile, and Harry couldn't help himself but laugh. Draco kisses him again but only for a short few seconds then leans away again, catching Harry off-guard, and sliding his hands down Harry's arms to his hands, holding them. "I really love you," he tells the Gryffindor softly.

"I really, really love you too," Harry replies lightly, giving his lover a loving smile. Draco chuckles and begins to walk backwards, hands still twined with Harry's, and he takes Harry with him. Harry quickly spins Draco around, worried the Slytherin might have fallen on his back if he kept walking backwards, and they walk out of the boy's dorm hallways and out of the Slytherin Common Room.

As they walk up the stairs onto the second floor, Harry gets an idea which puts a smile on his face. Draco noticed the smile and smirked, wondering to himself what was on his boyfriend's mind but wanting to keep whatever it was a secret, he just left Harry to it and followed him up to the second floor.

They arrive at a familiar large fake corridor, and Harry pulls down the wall torch to open it up. Draco looks at Harry curiously, and Harry just gives him a grin, kisses his cheek, and walks into the darkened tunnel, pulling Draco with him. When they exit into the Garden of Amare, Harry jogs over to a bush with white flowers on them beside the gazebo and picks a few for Draco, not realising they're white carnations and Lily's. Satisfied with the few he had, he walked back to his lover and put the few Lilies in Draco's hair carefully, trying not to move any strands of his perfectly styled hair, and he placed one Lily behind his ear.

"Beautiful as always," Harry says brightly to Draco and cups the side of the blonde Slytherin's handsome face, rubbing the pads of his thumb along his cheekbones. The Slytherin blushes and rolls his eyes, though he places his hand over Harry's and brings it down to his mouth, kissing the skin softly.

"I'm not the beautiful one here," Draco mumbles to Harry's hand that he kissed. Harry hears him and blushes himself, grins and runs his free hand through his dark hair. "Harry, you're beautiful both on the inside and out."

"So are you!" Harry tells him in a soft warm tone. Draco smiles and conjures up an elegant round mirror that faces Harry and himself. Harry looked at himself in the mirror. "All I see is me standing next to a gorgeous handsome man. My gorgeous pregnant man."

Draco instinctively puts his hand over his flat-appearing stomach, though he could feel his baby bump under his clothes that have multiple charms in place to fit him and his protruding belly in the dress robe he wore.

"Come on then," Harry says at last, nodding his head back towards the door to the tunnel that leads back into the school. "We better get to the Great Hall. I believe our formal is about to start." Draco nods, agreeing with him, and they begin their way out of the gardens and up to the Great Hall.

From outside the Great Hall, they could hear the loud music playing and see a red carpet starting from outside and in the shape of a 'T' and leading into the Great Hall. As the two walked onto the red carpet together, they linked arms, and as they entered the Great Hall, they were blinded by the flash of a camera. As their eyes begin to adjust, they finally see what the Great Hall looks like for their formal. It was decorated in deep blues, whites, and purples. The roof was covered in a midnight blue sky with dark clouds, shimmering stars, and small rotating planets.

Harry then realized why Hermione looked like a moving galaxy and had Ron matching her. They were matching with the colours of the Formal. As Harry looked around the large room, he noticed that nobody else was matching the space theme. He then felt relieved, he didn't know about the theme of the formal and if it was mandatory to wear the colours that matched the Formal theme.

Harry looks back at Draco who he notices is staring at him with a warm smile and reddening cheeks, and Harry feels himself blush too as he leans over and kisses Draco's cheek. Draco lets out a small giggle which Harry finds just adorable. "Let's go find a table, you adorable twat," Harry tells his blushing boyfriend and leads him over to the four large round tables decorated with dark blue tablecloths, silverware, a pretty plant with floating flickering lights decorating it, and flickering brass candles.

They find their names on a piece of bright white parchment with small silver stars laid over the plates in front of their seats. Harry grins as he sees the plate on the other side of him with Ron's name on the parchment, then next over is Hermione.

"Oh, good!" Draco says happily. Harry looks over at him, then down at the parchment on the other side of Draco with Blaise's name on it. "Blaise will be sitting with us, then Neville too." He walks around the table, and Harry watches him, smiling, though his head's facing down. "Pansy's sitting with us too with Daphne."

"Did you know about all this?" Harry asks as he picks up the parchment with his name on it. He wouldn't be surprised if Draco did help out. "The theme? The colours? Did you help with this place?"

Draco shakes his head. "No," he tells Harry. "I didn't have anything to do with the Formal theme, but the other Prefects did. I didn't want to help anyway. I wanted the entire thing to be a surprise to both of us. Plus, I didn't think I could take all the stress of having to organise this night with the others."

"And I tried telling our dear friend Draco here about the theme and all, but he just wouldn't listen," Pansy Parkinson said, her arm wrapped around Daphne's gently, her dress long, sparkly, and pearly white. Daphne's long dress was silver with small rose gold crescent moons along the sides of the bell sleeves of her dress. "By the way, Draco, you have flowers in your hair. Did you know that?"

Draco nodded with a soft laugh and looked over at Harry who had a guilty look on his face. "Harry is to blame for the flowers, aren't you?" He gives his lover an amused smile.

"Guilty as charged," Harry grinned. "And the flowers make you look more unique and beautiful as you are." He hears a giggle come from the other side of their table and chooses to ignore it. "But I don't need to compare you to a flower or any flower at all, Draco. I'm looking at the most beautiful being in the world." He winks at him.

Daphne and Pansy giggle at them.

"Oh," Draco mumbles, his face a deep red which he tries to hide with his hands, but Harry moves them gently away from Draco's face and places them onto his lap. His reddening face was on show now, and Harry couldn't stop smiling at his lover's blushing face as he just adored the view. "Merlin, Harry," the Slytherin says after a moment. "What you do to me..."

"No, what you do to me looking so handsome, beautiful, and so stylish every time we go out together or when special events like our Formal happen," Harry says, rather distracted by the way Draco's eyes shine from the candlelight. "But I remind you every day that you're beautiful, and it's true."

Draco's face is so red from the blushing that it looks as if an egg could be fried on his face. He's laughing now too as it's all he can do except for letting his blushing face be seen, kissing Harry senselessly, and hiding under the table to cry happy tears and hope Harry joins him so he can kiss him with so much passion. Harry smiled at Draco, put his arm around him and kissed Draco's red, warm cheek.

"You both look lovely," Harry then told the girls. "And my dear Draco just wanted the night to be special and a surprise to the both of us as we walked through those doors into the Great Hall, which, by the way, is looking just gorgeous. You guys did an amazing job decorating this place."

"Thank you, Harry," Pansy says brightly and gives him a quick hug, Draco moving out of their way. It surprised Harry a little as she'd never hugged him before, so he decided to hug her back. "At least someone thinks so. And you both look just handsome together."

"Thanks, Harry," Daphne says sweetly. "And Pansy's right. You're both looking quite handsome tonight." As Pansy lets go of the hug with Harry, Daphne goes in for one too.

"Uh... you're both welcome and thanks!" Harry says a little awkwardly as he's not used to hugging other girls except Hermione, and he looks to his side at his boyfriend who is now seated at the table, rearranging his knives, forks and spoons while muttering something under his breath. Once Daphne finally lets him go, he quickly sits down beside Draco, taps him on the knee from under the table and goes in for a kiss but gets bonked on the mouth by Draco's nose. Draco smirks at him and Harry laughs about it.

"So," Daphne starts as she sits down with Pansy. "What are your plans after we graduate from Hogwarts? You going straight into the Ministry or what?"

"I don't know, actually," Harry says, and he lets his eyes wander to the centre of the table where the brass candle stands. "I want to turn my Godfather's home into a home for any Orphaned and Abused Witches and Wizards. I don't want anyone going through what I went through growing up. And I don't want another Voldemort rising somehow."

"Oh, well that's a really good idea," Daphne says with a slow nod of her head. "Very generous and kind of you to do if you do make that home a reality for those children. We would like to help if it's possible, of course."

"We're good for now, thank you," Harry replies in a kind tone. He didn't know how to start this business up, or what help could be involved. "And Draco, weren't you thinking of becoming a mental healer or psychiatrist?"

"Yes, something along the lines of a psychiatrist," Draco nods, and he quickly looks under the table at Harry's lap and places his hand over Harry's which rests on his knee. Harry looks at him with a smile, turns his hand around and intertwines their fingers together.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen," Remus Lupin steps between Harry and Draco's chair, dressed in navy blues to match the theme's formal a little. Behind him, a little to the right was Severus Snape who was surprisingly in colours other than black, which was a dark blue too and he even had curled his dark hair in the front. "You all look stunning tonight!"

"Thanks, Professor, you do too!" the four students say, not at the same time but in a sing-song tone.

"Hi, guys!" Hermione and Ron walked over, hand in hand and took their seats next to Harry. Pansy and Daphne were looking at Hermione's dress in surprise, not thinking that she'd do something so incredible with her dress.

"Hello again," Harry says to them with a happy smile. "Glad you're both here."

Quickly, Blaise and Neville made their way to the table their friends were at and sat down. As they did so, the music toned down and McGonagall walked towards the middle of the room, her long dress black with glittering stars and her pointy hat had a small moon rotating around it. "Good evening, my 7th year," she says to all her students. "Another year it has been. Tonight is the celebration of your final 7 years in Hogwarts, from when you first started to the present. You've all made friendships with everyone in this room, whether it be the first day you met or later on in the years. Or perhaps you've developed relationships with one of your peers and are still with them. What I'm trying to say is that we professors wish you the very best in your life and are all going to miss you lot very much. Thank you."

A round of applause rose from the students and the few Professors around the Great Hall. Harry looks behind him at Remus and Severus that were standing together. Severus gave Harry a tiny smile and a little wave. Harry grinned at him and turned back around, his hand tightening in Draco's.

The music began again, and a few people got off their seats and headed to the dance floor. Harry turns to Draco and brings their intertwined hands up to his mouth but doesn't kiss Draco's skin. "Would you like to dance, my love?" he asks Draco loudly as the music feels like it has been turned 50% up louder.

Draco smiles at him, nods his head, and replies with a "Yes, I would love to dance with you, Harry Potter." Harry smiles excitedly and then kisses the back of Draco's hand. They both get up and move over to the middle of the room where a few other couples are dancing. Amongst the couples, they noticed Dean and Seamus, and Hermione and Ron.

The music was classical, slow, and really enjoyable to dance to. Harry, with his arms around Draco's neck, stared into those silvery orbs he loves, just feeling like there was nobody else in the world, and nothing else mattered, and just about pictured his life with Draco in the future, graduating, and having Draco give birth to their daughter, and raising their daughter together in the Manor. The thing is, he doesn't know how he and Draco will be able to do all that. Though he knows they'll find a way together. There's always a way.

Though, all that was on Draco's mind was Harry. Just Harry. Oh, and the thought of finally getting their baby out of him so he fits back into all his clothes, doesn't crave so much food, and can finally see, feel, and love their beautiful baby girl that's been growing in him for nine months. But his mind was mainly on Harry and having the best night of their lives.

"What are you thinking, Harry?" Draco asks him quietly, the world around him a mess of blurry images as his focus was on Harry and what he looked to be thinking of.

"You," Harry tells him, a slow smile enlarging on his lips. "That's all. Just you. Nothing else. You're the only thing that matters to me."

Draco gives him a smile back, his cheeks colouring red with a blush. He didn't believe that. "And your friends?" he asks. "What about them?"

"They can wait," Harry says in a quiet voice. "But of course, I care about them. I love Hermione and Ron. They're my best friends. But you... you're my muse. My love. My one and only. My everything. If something were to happen, I'd make sure, I'll try and make sure you all are alright. Of course, I'd help you out first because losing you would be the death of me." He suddenly felt sad about the image he put in his own mind. "It would hurt me terribly to lose Ron and Hermione too. They were my first-ever friends." Now he was making himself sad, and he blinked away his oncoming tears. "Before that, as you know I never had any friends. It was just me, myself, and I."

"Oh, Harry," Draco says sadly, and he gives a gentle kiss to both of Harry's closed eyelids in the hope of stopping him from tearing up. "That was your past, and I understand how hard it was for you back then and how hard it is to forget those terrible memories now. I would do everything and anything I can to help you."

Harry nods and leans forward into Draco, leaning his chin onto Draco's shoulder and tightening his arms around his lover's neck. "I know you would," he replies in a flat tone and hides his eyes from everyone, pressing his face into Draco's shoulder.

"I love you, Harry," Draco then whispers, and he presses a kiss into Harry's neck. "All so much. Always remember it, please."

"I'll always know, Draco," Harry says quietly, and he leans his head back until he can stare into the Slytherin's pretty eyes. "And I love you too." He could never, ever get tired of confessing his love to Draco. It's one of his favourite things to do. "I love you so much that I'll literally get down on one knee and ask your hand for marriage in front of everyone here because I want to spend the rest of my life with you. We've been through so much together, created beautiful memories and some sad ones too but I want to keep on going through my life with you by my side until the very end."

Draco blinked at him, and he smiled slowly and pulled Harry into a slow loving kiss, pouring his heart and soul out into it as he wanted the exact same. As he leans away after a good minute, he replies in three quick words, "Then do it."

Harry was surprised at the reply he got but felt so happy with it. "Wait, really?" he asks at once. "You're not going to say something like don't propose in the Great Hall? Or not until after we graduate?"

Draco shook his head. "I'd never say something like that," he tells him softly. Harry then laughed in disbelief. Draco grinned. "And yes, I mean it, Harry. I want you to do this after the five attempts which I unfortunately rejected in the past."

Harry then thought about all that he'd said, and his face flushed a little. A proposal? In front of everyone? Jesus, what a brilliant thing to do but also quite scary. Could he do it though? In front of everyone he knows. In front of Ron and Hermione, and Severus and Remus? But what if something goes wrong? Like he makes a fool of himself somehow?

"Harry, it looks like you're on the verge of panicking," Draco says sadly. He just wanted to comfort Harry with cuddles and kisses. "You know you don't literally have to get down and propose to me here? I'm just really happy you wanted to ask me this, and I would have said yes, more than anything."

"I'm not panicking, I'm just..." Harry catches sight of Dean and Seamus who are looking at him with small smiles. Does that mean they heard him and Draco talking about marriage? If those two told someone, word would spread like wildfire. Suddenly, he noticed Dean mouthing 'Do it" to him, and Seamus nodded his head in agreement. Merlin, those two...

But Harry looks back at Draco just as the Slytherin asks him, "What or who are you looking at?" "Nobody, just thinking," Harry quickly replies back. What he wanted to do would make him so nervous, and thinking of it is currently making him nervous. But he really wants to do this, though he had to think about this. If he does propose right here, right now, word will spread around the Wizarding World. And does he want everyone to know he wants to tie the knot with Draco? Yes, he would do, but not at this age of nearly turning eighteen. He realises he wants to wait because soon he and Draco will be raising a child together and then they won't have time for marriage and such. But at least if he does get the proposal done, he won't have to worry about it anymore.

"So... is that a no then?" Draco asks him quietly. He wouldn't mind, of course. He'll wait his entire lifetime for Harry until he's ready. Even if it takes half his life, he doesn't mind at all. Well, if Harry doesn't propose at twenty-five then he'll be proposing to Harry.

"No, no," Harry says quickly, sliding his hands down Draco's arms until he had his intertwined with Draco's, and they were just standing together amongst the dancing couples. "I mean I really want to do it but like...we're nearly eighteen, Draco. Eighteen is... it's just the beginning of adulthood. I want to be your boyfriend for as long as I can. Marriage is...it's just giving ourselves titles, changing our last name by marrying into one side of the family. Of course, I want that, just not anytime soon."

"I understand that my darling," Draco responds with a wide smile. He grabs Harry's hands and puts them back around his neck, then puts his own arms around Harry's waist. "I'll be waiting for you when you are ready." Then he leans forward and kisses Harry's cheek, then closes his eyes, lets the music flood his ears and presses his cheek to Harry's, enjoying the sound of Harry's breathing and just loving the moment they share as they sway together in the slow dance.

Harry opens his eyes and looks up at the galaxy sky above them and he suddenly becomes so lost in his mind, thinking only of Draco and everything they've done together and been through. But then he's thinking of the Yule Ball from their 4th year and everything that happened on that night. To the dances with Fred (Rest in Peace), then Draco asking him for a dance and dancing the night away with Draco. A funny memory then enters his mind, it was of losing his virginity to Draco's mouth. He chuckled at that memory.

"What's so funny, Harry?" Draco suddenly asks, smiling as he watches the corners of Harry's mouth rise into a smile. "What's on your mind?"

"Just thinking of the Yule Ball we had in our 4th year and what we did in your bed in the dorm that night while everyone else was at the Ball still," Harry whispers and blushes, hoping nobody around them heard him. He doesn't need the Wizarding World to know what he and Draco did on that fun night. 

Draco's smile turned into a smirk in a quick second. "Oh," he says smoothly and slowly moves his hands from Harry's back down to his bottom. He wanted to squeeze Harry's arse cheeks but didn't want to turn his lover on when they were not alone in the room. "Were you by chance thinking of doing the same thing we did at the Yule Ball but tonight? And perhaps in your bed?"

Harry's blush darkens even redder, and he grins at his lover as he wants to have some sexual fun with Draco too. Maybe they'll recreate their first time together in bed? That surely sounded exciting. "If you want to then we can," he tells him and he gives Draco's neck a teasing kiss and tongues at his salty skin.

Draco sighs quietly and squeezes Harry's arse cheeks, wanting to feel him already, and Harry groans quietly. "My feet are starting to feel quite sore from being in these fancy shoes for around an hour," he tells Harry slowly and then a yawn escapes his mouth. "And I want a nap. I know I can't last the entire night."

Harry then looked worried as he leaned away slightly only to look into Draco's eyes. "How come you didn't tell me before that your feet are starting to feel sore and tired?" he asks him softly with a small frown. "If you had told me I would have taken you back to our seats and let you rest and would have given your feet a massage."

"Or we can go up to Gryffindor Tower and make out on your bed," Draco suggests in a whisper, slowly grinning at that picture he has in his mind now. "I can take off my shoes once we get out of the Great Hall. Oh, and you can give me that foot massage too."

"As lovely as that sounds, I'd rather we stay here for a little while longer," Harry says and starts leading Draco back to the tables by the hand. "Why don't we go and socialise with some people? And we haven't even had dinner yet. I need to get food in you as well."

"Oh, alright," Draco replies finally. At least he could take off his shoes when seated at the table and rest his sore feet. When they were seated at their table, Harry moved his chair as close as he could to Draco to sit by his side. Draco realised that the shiny lights that decorated the small tree in the centre of their table were reflecting into Harry's eyes, making it seem that there were stars in his lovers' eyes. But there are always these beautiful stars that he sees in Harry's eyes every day.

Hermione then walked over to them. Ron wasn't with her, but they could see he was talking with Seamus and Dean. Harry felt rather nervous now. What if the two told Ron about what he wanted to say and do, down on one knee, in front of Draco?

"Hello again, Harry and Draco," Hermione says brightly over the music and slides into her seat. "How's your night been so far? Are you having fun?"

"It's been fantastic!" Harry replies enthusiastically, and under the table, he rubs his hand over Draco's knee, until he feels the Slytherin's warm hand cup his hand and squeeze it. Harry smiled. "And yes, it's been quite fun. How about yours?"

"Oh, it's been so lovely!" Hermione said with a dreamy little smile. "Ron's a great dancer, though he gets a little clumsy at times, but I find that cute." She giggled and looked over her shoulder at Ron talking with Seamus and Dean. "By the way, why are you both sitting down and not dancing?" She slowly looks back at Harry.

"My feet feel rather sore from dancing with Harry for the first hour, and even walking around, walking here tired me out," Draco told her in a drawl. He looks back at Harry, feeling himself get so lost in his green eyes, and sighs slowly, "After dinner, I think I'm going to get back to the Slytherin dorms and get some sleep. I can't last the entire night."

"Oh, how unfortunate," Hermione says quietly with a small frown. "It's because of the baby, isn't it? Your sore feet?"

Draco nodded his head, tearing his eyes away from Harry and his distracting features, and looked at the shimmering lights on the small tree in the middle of their table. "It is, but I don't really mind," he replies. "I get to spend the rest of my night with Harry." He smiles and feels Harry's hand squeezing his. He couldn't help himself; he looked back at Harry. "That's all that matters to me."

Harry tilts his head, giving Draco a loving look. With his other hand, he reaches around to Draco's side and leans forward, expecting Draco to do the same and kiss him but instead, Draco quickly turns his head with a grin, and Harry ends up kissing Draco's neck. He didn't mind that though. Draco was laughing then, and Harry pouted at him. Hermione giggled at the two.

Draco grabbed a fist of Harry's Dress Robe shirt and pulled him forward, smacking their lips together and leaving Harry caught off guard by it. Harry blushes at the surprise kiss, but then he closes his eyes slowly, parting his lips a little while cupping Draco's cheek, and slowly starts kissing Draco back.

Hermione smiles at the two, then quietly leaves her seat to let the two make out together in peace. She wanted to go see what Ron, Seamus and Dean were talking about.

Draco leans away slowly, his lips slightly hurting after the minute-long kissing with Harry, and as his eyes flutter open, he sees Harry's emerald green eyes staring right back at him and he smiles lovingly at him. "My gorgeous Harry," he whispers to his Gryffindor lover and places his hand over Harry's cheek, caressing it with his thumb and watching Harry blush. "You are truly one of a kind and I love you so much."

"I love you too, my handsome Draco," Harry replies with a chuckle and presses his cheek further into Draco's hand, closing his eyes and just enjoying the feel of Draco touching his skin. It was incredible. Every time the Slytherin touches him, he feels warmth fill his body from the tips of his fingertips to his toes.

And until it was time for everyone to take their seats for dinner, Draco and Harry just talked to each other, flirted quite a lot too, and discussed their past memories of each other, and what their future would hold.

They all got to decide between a nice steak with veggies for dinner, spaghetti Bolognese, curry, and a few other meals of their choice. And for sweets later on, the options were cheesecake, lava-cake, or ice cream.

Harry had the steak and veggies which looked so fancy with all the veggies set out together neatly and he quite enjoyed it. He was confused with Draco though since he would have thought his obvious option for dinner was Spaghetti, but Draco instead went with roast chicken and veggies.

"I just love how they decorated our dinners," Hermione says suddenly, and she giggles at the tiny corn she has on her plate. "It's like we're at some very expensive conventional hotel restaurant. It's all so cute!"

"It is," Daphne agrees with a nod and smiles down at her dinner of a bowl of fruit curry with naan bread. "I love how they cut my naan bread into little shapes of flowers. So creative!"

"This lemon water is odd, but I like it," Pansy says, a silver goblet of water in her hand with half a lemon slice placed on the rim. "Very different, but I know it's healthy."

"I love lemon water," Blaise then says. "I always have it when I'm home. It's refreshing, especially on hot days during the Summer. Oh, and it cleans out your stomach in some way. It's what my mother told me anyway."

"Yeah, your mother's right," Neville speaks up. "Lemon water promotes hydration, is a good source of Vitamin C, supports weight loss and improves skin quality. There are a lot of benefits to it. Oh, and Dandelions, the yellow flowers you see in the fields, you can eat those too. They're good for you and help your liver."

"Wait what?" Harry says in surprise. He knew of Dandelions. They were weeds that grew in the garden Aunt Petunia had that she made him pull out and take care of. He also remembers them growing up on sidewalks. Just anywhere with grass.

"It's true," Neville says firmly, nodding at his dorm mate. "You can put Lavender in your Cup of Tea and drink it. It also calms you down and helps with your anxiety. It'll be good for you, Harry. Or anyone with Anxiety."

Harry suddenly wanted to hear more of what Neville had to say. The Lavender plant could calm him down? Could get rid of his anxiety for some time? How about his depression? Would there be some type of plant that can help decrease his negative moods? He hoped so.

Draco paid attention too, noting what weeds, flowers and plants could help Harry and even himself at times when they needed it. It was all interesting to hear. As Dessert was served, Neville continued talking and told them all that Ginger helps with pain relief and a few other plants that help relieve pain too.

As Draco ate his Raspberry cheesecake, he got rather distracted by the way Harry was eating his Chocolate Lava cake while talking with Neville, Blaise, Hermione, and Ron, by sliding his mouth off the spoon and licking off the chocolate. He thought, not again, as he felt himself become a little hard just watching him, wishing that delicate and gorgeous tongue was licking his cock in that way. He had to cross his legs tightly in the hope that it would go away, his boner, but the longer he watched Harry dig his spoon into the gooey chocolate and lick it off his spoon, the more he wanted to grab Harry around the wrist and rush him up to Gryffindor Tower and start sucking his cock. He thought of crawling under the table and doing just that but didn't want to get caught. So he just watched him while tortuously wanting Harry, for the remainder of dessert, while he continued slowly eating his cheesecake.

Harry then locks eyes with Draco as he puts his spoon down on his plate, and it's when the Slytherin licked off the last bit of the cheesecake in such a sexual way that Harry smirks, knowing that Draco's been watching him for quite some time. He nods his head in the direction of the grand doors leading out of the Great Hall, letting the Slytherin know that he wants it all, and Draco practically dropped his spoon in excitement, ignoring the 'clank' sound when it hit his dessert plate and nodded as a reply. And then they quickly rushed off out of the Great Hall, leaving only a few people watching them as they left.

"Where do you think those two are going?" Hermione suddenly asks quietly, finally looking back at Ron and the others around the table since the two boys were out of sight. She knew the truth though. "Are they even allowed to leave?"

Blaise sniggered, and so did Pansy, but Daphne just giggled. "It's so obvious, Hermione," Blaise says with a grin. "They're obviously going to one of their dorms to f-"

"I know what they were going to do," Hermione cuts him off sharply. She didn't want to be made fun of just because she asked a silly question. "I just didn't want to say it. You all know I don't like swearing."

"Says the girl who moans curse words while in the zone of making love," Ron mutters to his empty dessert bowl that had chocolate ice cream in it. Unfortunately, everyone at their table heard them and laughed. Hermione glared at Ron, and out of complete anger and humiliation, she got up off her seat and left the table, finally exiting the Great Hall.

"You have some nerve saying that!" Pansy snapped at him. "Especially on the night to remember!" She and Daphne then glared at Ron, and both quickly got up off their seats and tried to run off after Hermione but in a quick walk so they didn't trip over their heels.

Ron put his head in his hands. "I messed up," he says, and after a moment he sighs slowly. "I was just trying to get a laugh out of it."

"M-hmm," Blaise mumbles. "Now look what you've done. In fact, why in Merlin's name did you say such a thing, besides wanting to get all our humoured reactions?"

"Did you see the way Draco was-" Ron began to tell them as he rose his head to look at them and tore his hands away from his face, but Blaise nodded his head. "Oh, so you did see Draco watching Harry eat his dessert in a rather... odd way?"

"If by odd you mean sexual," Blaise says with a grimace. "I believe Draco got a little turned on watching Harry licking the chocolate off his spoon, thinking it's his c-"

"Alright!" Ron hissed. "Yes, we get it. I don't want that image in my head." But after a few seconds of trying to empty his mind, the image was sent into his mind, and he gagged. "Bloody Hell! Thanks a lot, Blaise." Blaise just laughed, and Neville joined in too.

Up in Gryffindor Tower, Harry and Draco had just entered the boy's dorm room, and the moment Harry closed the door behind him, leaned his back against it and locked eyes with Draco, he leapt forward into Draco's arms, lowered the Slytherin carefully down on his bed and pulled their lips together passionately. But in a quick turn of events, as Draco spreads his legs open and Harry begins to rut onto Draco's groin, their kissing intensified and fastened and so did the need to make love to each other. Harry quickly leaned up and started taking off his dress robe, only being able to get off the top which exposed his chest, and Draco watched, placed his wandering hands on Harry's stomach which sent a wave of warmth and need around Harry's body, and Draco slid his hand up Harry's chest slowly.

Draco wrapped his feet around Harry's but and he pushed on Harry's bottom so his Gryffindor lover would come down on him, and Harry did with a laugh. Draco reached forward underneath Harry and ran two fingers up the bulge in Harry's pants starting from the balls and continuing up to the head. Harry jerked forward, wanting to magically rip Draco's clothes off but didn't want to ruin such expensive material.

Finally, Harry managed to help Draco get rid of his dress robes entirely, and the charm to keep the world from seeing Draco's pregnant belly, the only thing left was his boxers. Harry preferred that as once the strong smell of Draco hit his nostrils, he groaned and pulled down the boxers keeping him from seeing his boyfriend's hardness. "Merlin, Draco," he whispers quietly and licks his lips. He missed being bottom and riding that gorgeously thick cock every now and then. He had what he wanted to do in his head right at that very moment. He wanted to give his lover the blowjob of his life, and then fuck him into an endless oblivion of passion and love.

Harry rid of Draco's boxers altogether, the Slytherin's cock bouncing out and resting on the Slytherin's protruding belly just below the belly button, and Harry helped to pull the boxers off Draco's legs and placed them behind him. He then leans down, puts his hand on Draco's inner thigh and kisses it slowly, then he kisses higher, leading a trail of kisses further up Draco's leg until he's kissing the Slytherin's balls. that's when Draco sighs and bucks up, wanting Harry's wet mouth on him already. Harry chuckles and gives Draco's balls a hard suck, then continued his trail up Draco's cock, giving kisses and licks where he knew Draco would like it until he finally reached the head and licked off the leaking salty sweet precome from the tip.

Just as he was about to start lowering his mouth down onto Draco's cock, a loud bang was heard downstairs from in the Common Room, startling both boys. They locked eyes for a minute, wondering what or who that was.

Then a name was shouted by two female voices. "Hermione!"

Harry immediately sat up as his best friend's name was shouted. "I'm going to quickly run downstairs and see what's going on," he says to Draco quietly. He didn't know what he should be feeling right now but worry was the first that came to him. He noticed Draco pouting, and he laughed softly at him and leaned down for a quick kiss. "I'm sorry." He leans back up, and Draco leans up on his elbows. "I'll be back soon." Before he left, he gave Draco a happy, "I love you."

"I love you too," Draco replies just as happily, and as Harry left out the door, Draco pulls Harry's bed sheets over his chest and lays back down, trying his best not to wank over that look of pure need and desire Harry gave him just seconds ago.

Harry was rushing down the staircase, passing all the polished centuries-old wooden dormitory doors as he went. The 6th years, with their gold wooden carved '6th Year's' sign next to the door, 5th years, 4th years, and so on, until he reached the exit, the old polished wooden door he had known so well for 7 years. He exits into the Common Room and sees his best friend Hermione Granger pacing the room looking furious, her face red, and blotchy eyes, then she suddenly slumps down onto the couch by the fire and sniffs loudly.

Harry frowns at her, wondering what the hell was wrong with his best friend when the last time he saw her she was happy and excited and loving the night she was having. "Hermione?" he says gently and walks over to her slowly.

Hermione sniffs again, and as she looks at Harry, he sees that tears are running down her face, as well as her makeup. "Harry?" she says in a shaky, upset voice. She didn't seem to notice that Harry was shirtless. It didn't matter to her anyway.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Harry asks softly and sits down beside her, putting a hand on her back. He hated seeing people upset, especially his best friends, and even worse, Draco. He sucks at comforting people, besides Draco, of course. Comforting girls wasn't one of his strengths, but he tried anyway.

"I-I'm so embarrassed," Hermione sobs. And just as Harry begins to ask her why, she just speaks of what she wants to say. "We were all talking about why you and Draco left in a hurry, though we all knew of what you two wanted to do." Harry kept his calm and nodded, though he did blush a little too. "It got a little out of hand, curse words came up and I mentioned that I don't swear, and Ron said... Ron practically told them of um...how I do swear sometimes when Ron and I... we uh..." She flushed and looked away.

"You don't have to say anything else, Hermione," Harry assures her, and his hand comes up and rests on her shoulder. "Just say 'Dancing in bed' or something similar to that. I get what you mean anyway."

Hermione nods and looks back at him. "Thank you, Harry, for being my best friend," she tells him softly, and as Harry smiles, she puts her arms around him in a tight hug and sighs sadly.

"I really should be thanking you and Ron for being my friend though," Harry says as he pats her gently on the back. "You guys were the first best friends that I ever had. Before you guys, I had nobody. Nobody cared for me, nobody loved me, and I felt so worthless and unneeded in life." He tried to stay strong, but even he shed a few tears. "I felt like there was no point in living since I was treated so badly, so poorly." Hermione sobbed louder hearing what Harry had to say. "But enough about that depressing past life I had." He wiped away his tears with his free hand and blinked away the rest. "When I met you guys, I didn't believe that you'd want to be my friend, but you did. You both did. And you both changed my life. You both brought light into my dark life. You guys showed me what friendship is, and what it means. And I was so happy to have you guys in my life. You put meaning into my life. And the first time you hugged me, I finally understood that life has meaning. It's love, friendships, and every happy memory we make together. Unfortunately, as I went back to the Dursleys, my life got worse, and I tried holding onto every good memory I have of you and Ron, but the way I was treated at the Dursleys just overpowered all the good in my life and weakened it."

"Oh, Harry," Hermione says sadly. "I didn't know most of what you said but thank you for telling me this." She then frowns slightly and looks down at her knees. "I remember the first time Ron upset me in our first year. I heard him telling you how much of a know-it-all I am and that's why I don't have many friends. I ran to the bathroom then and didn't come out, not until after dinner. I wasn't hungry though. And then I was nearly killed by that Mountain Troll. Lucky you both came and saved me just in time."

"Being a know-it-all isn't bad at all," Harry assures her quietly with a small smile. Hermione nods slowly. "I'd be asking you what to do in a dire situation and what spells to use because I know you would know how to fix these situations. You know more than any other student in Hogwarts."

Hermione lays her head down on Harry's shoulder. "You know I remember feeling so... it just hurt so much what Ron said back then in our first year," Hermione says flatly as she recalls that day. "It felt like the words were tearing me apart."

"I can relate to that," Harry tells her, zoning out for a minute as his mind replays that entire day of his 4th Anniversary with Draco. "When Draco, on our Anniversary, was under the Imperius Curse from Karkaroff, he said such mean and terrible things to me. It was the worst feeling in the world, being told that he never loved me and that I was better off dead."

Hermione gives him a sad look. She remembers that day clearly. Harry was so upset and was nonstop crying, and she and Ron stuck to Harry's side and only left the room to get food for them all to eat together. "We can thank your father for getting the whole truth out of Draco then, though using Occlumency without Draco's permission was kind of a bad thing to do."

Harry nods. He agreed with her. But at least the truth came out in the end, and he could breathe because Draco wasn't in control of his body and didn't mean anything he said at the restaurant. Though it also made him angry as his boyfriend had his entire body taken over by some dickhead without consent and Harry wanted revenge. But the revenge he got was reading from the Daily Prophet that Karkaroff would be sent to Azkaban for life like the rest of the Death Eaters, besides Lucius Malfoy. "And what Ron said all those years ago was in the past," he goes on to try and make her feel better. "He apologised too. And I can see that he loves you very much. He made a mistake today saying what he did, and he realised it and is coming here to fix it."

Hermione's eyes widened. "He better be," she mutters.

As if Ron had heard her wish, he walked into the Common Room, his eyes gazing around the room, looking for his girlfriend, until he spotted her and smiled guiltily.

"Ah!" Harry snaps at Ron as if scolding a child, and he snaps his fingers in the direction of the Portrait. "Out! I'll be talking with you shortly, Ron." Beside Harry, Hermione looked confused as Harry had said Ron was coming to talk with her, but Harry wanted him out of the room.

Ron looked at Harry, raised his hands in surrender and stepped back out of the room through the Portrait.

"Harry?" Hermione turned back to him. "Why did you send Ron out of the room when he and I were going to talk things through? You said it yourself; Ron was going to come fix what he had said."

"I may have lied to him," Harry tells her slowly with a small smile. Hermione raised a curious eyebrow at him. "I'm not going to talk with him. I want you to go out there and talk to him. It'll surprise him."

"Oh, alright," Hermione then replies, standing up from the couch. "Good idea." She gives him a soft smile. "Thanks, Harry. You're a really great friend."

"Of course," Harry says, his smile wide and happy. As soon as Hermione walks away, Harry then returns to the boy's dormitory and finds Draco still in his bed, lying down, but with his eyes closed. The beautiful sight warmed Harry's heart. He sat down quietly on his bed where a free spot was, and he reached forward and ran his fingers slowly through his lover's white-blonde hair.

Draco then opens his eyes quickly and looks up into Harry's green eyes, which he notices are a little red which immediately concerns him. "Hey, what happened?" he asks softly and sits up, then leans his back against the wall behind him. "Is everything okay? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, everything is alright," Harry tells him and places his hand over the Slytherin's hand which rests on the blankets on his lap. "Just had to talk with Hermione who was upset at Ron for embarrassing her during dessert after we left. We got talking, mentioning our first year, and I told her about how she and Ron were my only friends back then and that they taught me what friendship was. It got a little emotional. Ron finally showed up and I told Hermione to meet Ron outside the Gryffindor common room. They're now talking, I hope."

Draco nods. "You still haven't answered my other question yet," he says, and he pats the space next to him under the sheets, telling his lover non-verbally to join him. Harry hurries to get in bed with Draco, not wanting to waste any time, and he wonders what question he missed that Draco asked him. As Harry was tucked in next to his naked boyfriend, Draco sipped his hand back into Harry's warm one and asked, "How are you feeling since that discussion with Hermione?"

"Oh, I'm feeling good," Harry assures him softly. "I've shed some tears in the past few thirty minutes, but I'm truly alright. I'm always feeling great when you're around." Just as he is about to wink, Draco winks at him instead, then his pale face turns that beautiful shade of rosy pink when Harry knows Draco's blushing, and they both then burst into laughter.

Harry then lies on his side, facing Draco, and he puts his hand over Draco's navel, smiling. But Draco has other plans. He grabs at Harry's pants and starts slowly yanking at them, wanting them off completely. Harry smirks when he realises what his lover wants, and he wriggles out of his pants once they're unbuttoned.

"Boxers," Draco says quietly as he feels Harry's cock inside his black boxers and rubs at Harry's bulge.

"Someone wants to continue where we left off," Harry whispers with need, and as Draco grins at him, Harry leans over and kisses him quickly, passionately, teasing the Slytherin with his tongue. Then he's crawling backwards under the sheets of his bed, the scent of Draco's arousal stronger than ever and turning him on.

Outside the Gryffindor common room, Daphne looked bored as she turned away from Ron and Hermione who were making out. "Pansy, can we go back to the Formal, please?" she asks her girlfriend quietly, her arms crossed over her chest with impatience.

Pansy sighs at seeing her ex-girlfriend making out with Ron Weasley and nods her head eventually. "Yeah, let's go," she replies just as quietly and with one last look at the couple, she steers Daphne away and heads back to the Formal with her arm wrapped around Daphne's.

"Finally, they left," Ron mumbles as he leans away from the kiss with his girlfriend. Hermione giggles and wraps her arms around him in a loose hug.

"You really were waiting for them to leave?" Hermione asks him curiously. "What were you planning on doing once they left us?"

"Nothing actually," Ron replies quietly. "I was going to say kiss you, but we were already doing that." Hermione giggles again, and this time she slides her hands down Ron's arm until she has a firm grip on his wrist and leads him away from Gryffindor Tower. "Where are we going...?"

"The Formal," Hermione tells him quickly. "I want to make the best out of our night." Ron smiled at her and kissed her forehead.

Back up in the boy's dormitory, inside the drapes of Harry's bed, Harry was pounding into Draco's warm, tight entrance with sweat rolling down his forehead, the taste of Draco in his mouth from the blowjob he gave him earlier, his bright green eyes locked with Draco's silver ones that gleamed over with passion as he makes love with him. The only noises escaping Draco's mouth were moans of "Harry", "yes", "please", and "harder", and his hands explored up and down Harry's torso, feeling him in different ways and he just wanted Harry to be even closer to him, to melt into his skin and blood.

Harry put his hand between them and over Draco's groin, rubbing at the Slytherin's dick as he continues fucking him, and Draco's moans begin to get louder, practically telling Harry that he's at the brink of pure heavenly bliss. Harry smirks down at him, and as Draco's legs jerk around helplessly he tries to smirk back but can only give him a beautiful smile, Harry grabs one of Draco's legs and lifts it, giving him more room to plummet and drive into him.

Draco wraps his hand around Harry's hand that was rubbing at his cock, and he presses Harry's fingers around his cock and starts jerking himself off with Harry's hand. Harry groans, the burning feeling in his gut telling him he's close to coming, and he's thrusting his hips faster, harder into Draco's arse. As Draco cries, "Harry, leg is cramped," Harry lets Draco's leg go, letting them drop onto the bed beside him to rest.

Harry cries out Draco's name loudly as he comes and shoots his seed into Draco's warm arse. He pants heavily, and Draco's smile returns as he feels Harry filling him up he wraps his legs around Harry and pulls him closer until Harry's stomach is touching his pregnant belly as he leans over Draco to kiss him deeply.

"You're my baby's daddy," the Slytherin coos as Harry leaned away after a minute, laughed loudly, and pressed his sweaty forehead to Draco's. "Mmm." He tries moving his arse but couldn't. All he could feel is Harry's softening cock inside him which he loved so much. "I love your cock."

Harry snorts, but then he puts on a sad face. "What about me?" he asks with mock sadness as Draco only mentions a part of him that he loves.

"Of course, I love you, you twat," Draco tells him immediately with a grin. "I love you and your cock. You mostly because you're an incredible person, kind to everyone, freaking hot and gorgeous as fuck." Harry chuckles and blushes a deep red, then surprises Draco with a hard thrust of his hips which Draco groans because of. "Proves my point."

Harry laughs and pulls out of Draco, then lies down beside his pregnant lover, places his arm instinctively over Draco's belly and kisses the Slytherin's cheek. "And I love you too, my gorgeous sexy blonde man," he replies back smoothly. "Who's also pregnant," he adds with a happy smile.

Draco smiles back at Harry and rests the side of his head over Harry's chest, feeling and hearing his fast heartbeat thumping underneath his ear. It was music to his ears. It kind of reminded him of the first Ultrasound he and Harry heard together. "Are we going to remain here for the rest of the night or go back to the Formal?" he asks Harry quietly, looking up at his face.

"It depends on how you're feeling, my love," Harry says softly and runs his other hand through Draco's soft blonde hair. "How are you feeling?" He gets startled though as the hand which rests on Draco's belly, the baby kicks at it from inside the womb, and Harry smiles brightly. He just thinks that his daughter is telling him that she's doing okay too. "Your feet still sore?"

"Yeah, unfortunately," Draco sighs as he stares at Harry's nipple and thinks about tonging at it, but he leaves that thought aside. He extends his leg out, then looks down his legs at his feet. "I want to be dancing with you some more though. And I'm feeling alright." He glances back up at Harry's face, his head still resting on its side on Harry's chest. "Just tired."

Harry nods his head, appearing sympathetic. "I don't want you on your feet too much today, so how about we spend it here?" he suggests. "The only dance we can do that doesn't require us not being on our feet is the Devil's Tango." Draco threw his head back and laughed. Harry grins at him, glad he made him laugh. "If you get hungry, I can call for Kreacher to make you something."

"It all sounds lovely, Harry," Draco tells him warmly and smiles slowly at his lover. He couldn't be happier with Harry pretty much spoiling him with kisses, cuddles, sex, and food. "Thank you."

Harry leans over and kisses him. "It's no problem," he whispers. "Now try and get some rest."

"No."

Harry chuckles and shakes his head at his disobedient boyfriend. "Fine, then I will."

"No," Draco says again, his arms tightening around Harry, and he brings their faces closer together until they're kissing again slowly. This continued all night until they were sleepy enough and fell asleep in each other's arms, happy and loving the night they shared together. It was all that they wanted on their special night together.

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So sorry this chapter took so long! I was sick for a few days and was unable to even look at a screen (phone or laptop) and was in bed all week. Then it turns out I gave it to my best friend, and he tested POSITIVE for Corona. XD Oops! And I've been busy with end-of-year school things. :)