Harry was grinning because now it was the weekend and he could take Draco anywhere he wanted, including what Draco calls the Liquid Zoo. He rushes to get dressed in something warm, but as he first steps out of his portrait, Draco's already there with a black bouquet of pretty pink and red Rhododendron flowers (most likely from the students even though Harry told them all not to) and is wearing muggle denim clothes under his black robe. 

"Hi!" Harry says happily. He was surprised, and blushed, when Draco smiled beautifully at him, gave him the Rhododendrons, and kissed his cheek. Merlin, it feels like it's Valentine's Day. But it cannot be Valentine's Day. It is way too early. It's October now. Halloween is coming soon, he reminded himself. Not that he'd do anything on Halloween. Nope.

"Morning, Harry," Draco says brightly and joins him inside his living quarters. Harry could tell the blonde was excited by the glimmer in his grey eyes. "Ready for what today brings us?"

Harry automatically says "Yes!" to him because he really can't wait. "So, where in the world do you want to go?" he asked as he gave the Rhododendrons a little sniff. The red Rhodos reminded him of blood. I'm so weird. What the fuck's wrong with me? he thought with an internal laugh but quickly changed his thought process to The Weekend and Draco. But then he thought of food and what they were going to eat, if the weather was going to be ok, if they'd see lots of animals.

"I don't know," Draco says with a shrug. He just wants to go someplace with Harry alone or someplace in the public. "If you could be anywhere you want for a day, where would you like to go?"

Harry considered this for a moment, thinking of the best place to go with Draco. Then it hit him. The beach; waves, sun, cool water, and sex. "How about Australia?" he suggests quickly. "I think it's summer over there too so we may need to take off a few layers."

"Where in Australia did you want to go to?" Draco asked him, raising his brows while thinking of the places he'd been to in Australia that Harry might like. Sydney... Melbourne... Brisbane... Adelaide. He's been to all four, but they were mostly business trips of some sort that he went on with his father.

Harry shrugs and just thinks about what state he wants to go to with Draco. Weren't there like six states altogether? He was sure of it thanks to his Geography class back in Primary School. "How about Sydney? I believe New South Wales has pristine beaches, as I've seen in advertisements on the TV. And I'm sure Sydney has a... Liquid Zoo." Draco rolled his eyes and Harry smirked. "We can go see the Aquarium first then check out the beaches."

"I've seen a couple of beaches in Australia but never actually have been to one," said Draco with a longing look on his face. "The Aquarium I've never seen or been to."

Harry smiled and held out his hand for the blonde. He had no idea where he was going and hoped Draco knew what he was doing. "Let's go then."

Draco smiled at him, took the flowers from Harry's grasp, and went over to the dresser. "Not until these flowers are properly being cared of," He said as he placed the Rhododendrons in the vase with roses in it. He walked back to Harry, gave him a kiss but on the mouth, and they then headed out of the portrait together.

They gave all the students smiles as they passed them in the corridor and went down to the front gates of Hogwarts. When at the gates, Harry gripped tightly onto Draco's arm and closed his eyes. He still hates side-along apparition, but he enjoys it when with Draco. Once that uneasy tunnel feeling stopped, he opened his eyes and found himself in a darkened room. He kept his hand around Draco's arm as the Slytherin led him out of the room by a white door which, as he looked on the other side of it, had a blue sign that read 'Janitor'.

Harry just followed Draco through this strange building, even passing a couple of people in other rooms who seemed to smile at him and Draco. He thought that maybe these people remembered Draco from a long time ago and could recognize him easily. Finally, after what felt like hours of walking down flights of stairs and through white hallways, they made it out of the building with Draco.

Harry looked at the building and couldn't believe his eyes. They just came out of a museum but by the back end. "What kind of business meetings did your father even have?" he asked the blonde next to him in astonishment, whose hair was shining almost golden in the hot Australian sun. Oh, Merlin, it was hot. What was the temperature? 30 degrees Celsius!? He took off his jumper and wrapped it around his waist.

"I'm not so sure, honestly," said Draco with a look of curiosity on his face. "He said it was something about unearthing things from the ground." Harry nodded and knew what Draco meant. Archaeology. But he didn't understand why Lucius would even help out the Archaeologists and buy them their equipment or whatever he does. It was good of him to do so, but a little surprising.

Harry spotted the aquarium to the side of Draco's stunningly handsome head. 'Sea Life Sydney Aquarium', the front of the place read. "I found the Aquarium," he said and began dragging his blonde fiance towards the wide white building with large stickers on the front showing great white sharks, clownfish, and jellyfish. He could feel Draco's hand slipping into his own as they neared the building and went into the white sliding doors.

Harry went up to the pay desk with Draco and paid for an hourly visit to the Aquarium. He always, before going into the muggle world, exchanges a few of his galleons for muggle money so he always comes prepared.

"Stick by me the whole time," Harry told Draco sternly because he didn't want to lose Draco on a nice sunny day in Australia in an Aquarium. He'd feel like pure shit if he lost his fiance in another country.

"You have my word," says Draco with a quick nod, but also with a kiss on Harry's cheek that left his Gryffindor blushing and smiling. Three sights he loves to see: his lover nude, his lover's charming smile, and that attractive tinge of red on his cheeks.

They headed into the next room which had a whole set of large cylindrical aquariums holding little jellyfish and fish that swam around freely. Draco pressed his forehead to the aquarium and took a closer look inside. He was amazed at how tiny the little sea critters were but felt sad for them because they were trapped in a water cage.

The next room was an underwater tunnel where great white sharks, dugongs, stingrays, and bigger fishes swam above them. They read off one of the Shark Signs that the little fish which swim next to the shark eat off the bacteria and bits of food from on the shark's skin and even their mouth. Sharks have toothbrushes!

Harry watched as Draco became a little scared when the shark neared him. He chuckled and wrapped a protective arm around his blonde fiance. He stared into Draco's stormy-grey eyes which glistened in the artificial light but also because of the water over the top of them swaying gently. He glared at the shark, but then looked sweetly at his Draco. "You probably look like something to mate with," he whispered into the blonde's ear and watched in amusement as a red tinge appeared on his pale face. "But I have to say that it's true. You're extraordinary to mate with."

The blush on Draco's face just darkened and he snorted and made sure to tease him by caressing Harry's arse cheek. He didn't care if they were in public, he'd give them all a lovely show of how affectionate he is of Harry by grinding on him as he kisses him deeply. But he won't do such a fun thing yet. They kept walking through the underwater tunnel until the air became chilly and they were in Antarctica with penguins!

"These little penguins look like killers," drawled Draco as he now has his arms around Harry as if to protect him.

Harry laughed at him and just couldn't see how cute little penguins could be deadly. "How? How can they be killers?" But then he caught a penguin just chilling on a piece of ice, and another penguin came up from behind and pushed it off. "Merlin..."

"See!" Draco said at once when pointing to the bully penguin. "It's a killer! They're all killers!"

Harry just shook his head, smiling widely, and walked with Draco to the next room. Merlin... He pondered if he should have taken the exit and gone into the next, next room. But no. They now were currently surrounded by marine animal skeletons.

Draco grimaced at the great white shark's skeleton and its very sharp teeth. But the shark that scared him the most was the one with the jaw about a meter wide and high. The Megalodon. "Harry..." He sounded quite afraid.

Harry smiled, kissed his cheek, and told him it was only a skeleton and wouldn't harm him. He found it cute how Draco can become so scared of a shark. "That shark would only be in the deepest depths of the ocean, Draco," he assures him. "It's nowhere near us. For all I know they all could be extinct."

Draco made a noise in obvious disbelief and cuddled into Harry's arms for a hug. He gave Harry's neck a few little light and slow kisses but when looking up, a dolphin skeleton was staring down at him, so he stopped the neck kisses. It was utterly horrifying seeing the skeletons of dead sea creatures before him. "H-Harry, can we please leave?" he asked him restlessly. "This place is creeping me out."

"Of course," said Harry softly and leaned out of the hug a little to stare into scared grey eyes. He leaned in for a slow kiss to calm the blonde down but made it quick as he could feel how uncomfortable Draco was in this room.

They ended up exiting the Aquarium and going back to the museum in the black room where Draco apparated them to the seaside. Harry looked around at his surroundings in awe. They were facing a deserted beach with pristine white sands and the bluest of ocean he'd ever seen. It was beautiful. He rested his head on the blonde's shoulder and watched as the blue waves rolled into shore.

"That's not all there is, Harry," Draco says quietly into Harry's ear. His breath tickled Harry's skin and made the little hairs on the back of the Gryffindor's neck stand up. "Look behind us."

Harry looked at him, then turned around and realized he was facing a large grand Gilded Age Manor in the distance surrounded by a couple of old tall trees. "Welcome to Malfoy Seaside Estate, Byron Bay, New South Wales," Draco then said in a booming posh tone.

Harry saw animals in the distance hopping along and he grinned as he knew they were Kangaroos. He looked back at the beach and got an idea. "Why don't we go swimming in this perfect warm weather? All we need are towels and we're good to go."

Draco smirked and Accioed a few towels from the Manor which took only seconds before they flew into Harry's arms. Harry stared down at the blue towels but was glad they weren't any of those white fluffy ones from Malfoy Manor that he just loves. They headed down to the beach, took off their shoes and felt the soft white sand under their feet. They lay their towels down next to each other on the fluffy sand.

Harry removed his jumper from his waist and took off his shirt. He caught sight of Draco staring at him and he smiled at his blonde lover. He reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out his fanged wallet which he reached into as it was charmed to be bigger on the inside and grabbed a bottle of sunscreen. He just hoped Draco wasn't allergic to anything in the sunscreen. He threw his wallet next to Draco and started applying the sunscreen to his torso, but he needed a little help with his back.

Harry sat beside Draco and handed him the sunscreen. "Do you mind putting some on my back, please?" He turned around anyway and rubbed the remaining sunscreen over his stomach.

"Sure, but what is it?" Draco asked when squirting a little drop on his palm and rubbing it over Harry's back. He really liked this creamy stuff because it made Harry shiny all over.

"It's sunscreen," said Harry, closing his eyes and feeling Draco massaging his back with the lotion. "It's a muggle cream which stops you from becoming sunburnt. It only works for around two hours before it runs off."

Draco ran his now sunscreen-coated palm down Harry's back towards his pants line. He licked his lips as his finger slipped down Harry's pants and into his jocks. Harry groaned and turned over; green eyes full of lust staring into Draco's silver ones.

"Not yet," Harry whispers and reached his fingers up to stroke Draco's cheek. He then unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, so he was only in his boxers. He didn't know if he should go for a swim in his boxers or skinny dip with Draco. Draco was tugging at Harry's boxers to pull them off and Harry knew the answer to his question. It was skinny dipping time. He pulled his boxers down and started applying the sunscreen on his legs and thighs. Draco wanted sex immediately, as Harry could tell because the Slytherin was rubbing the sunscreen everywhere over his arse cheeks. He tried not to moan in the process of his lover teasing him but found it immediately hard. When he was fully covered in sunscreen head to toe, he helped Draco undress and apply sunscreen onto him even if the Slytherin had his doubts about the muggle lotion.

They went down to the shore fully naked and hand in hand. Harry tried the water first, and it felt alien since he hadn't been in salt water in forever. When he knew the water wasn't too cold and he was hip-deep, he dived in but came right up and flicked the water out of his hair and messed it up more. He was mainly doing this for Draco, to give him something to watch and the Slytherin was watching him. He smiled at him, sank back into the water until his mouth was covered and swam up to Draco.

Draco sat down in the knee-deep shallow water, ignoring its coldness, and smiled when Harry swam closer. The green-eyed Gryffindor ran his hand down Draco's length in the water and straightened out Draco's legs so he could slide onto his lap. Draco made a throaty moan as Harry's arse was on his cock and slowly rubbing against it. "Merlin, Harry..."

Harry attached his lips to Draco's neck, sucking down gently on his pale skin. "My sexy man," he whispered and dragged his tongue from the Slytherin's neck up to his ear lobe, making the Slytherin shudder with pleasure. "So gorgeous." He loved pleasing and teasing his blonde boyfriend. It was incredible to do and hear the little moans coming from that perfect mouth of his.

Harry moved off him, smirking at the pout Draco gave him but kissed it off his face. He stood up, and as the Slytherin stood up with a flushed cock dangling from his groin, Harry grabbed him by the hand and walked further into the ocean until they were hip-deep. He snaked his arms up and over Draco's shoulders and without giving Draco a warning, jumped onto his hips and wrapped his legs around him tightly.

Draco just grabbed Harry by the arse just in time so he wouldn't tumble over into the sea, and he leaned in for a kiss both passionate and hot. He wanted sex with Harry already, he needed it. He was aching for sex both physically and mentally. So, while kissing this beautiful green-eyed man, he started walking back to shore with Harry still in his arms.

Draco lowered Harry back down onto the soft sand as they made it to shore and he took him back to the blue towels a few meters up the sand. When back on the towels, Harry spread his legs apart for his lover and Draco crawled over the top of him and leaned down for another sweet hot kiss.

Draco caressed his lover's hardened member gently but fervently, and Harry sighed and moaned beneath him, his head turning from side to side, trying to find a release for the building energy. "That's it, my darling. That's it," he chanted, watching avidly while the Gryffindor withered in ecstasy. Harry arched up and shuddered, and Draco smiled softly at the sight. He loved the sight before him, so beautiful, pure, and incredible.

Harry kissed Draco tenderly while running his hand over the exposed torso above him. He moaned and smiled as his lover moaned too. Draco lifted Harry's hips higher before sinking in and whispering how much he loved to be inside him, and Harry, if he was under an Impedimenta, complied with the subtle words.

Draco's hips found a steady rhythm while Harry matched it, pushing back against him. His hands snaked around to grasp Harry's hard member and pump it. Harry stared up into his blonde boyfriend's silver eyes as he fucked into him and just shivered with pleasure. The hot Australian sun still made Draco's hair an almost golden colour and Harry loved it, even those blonde locks moved as the Slytherin fucked into him. It was one out of a million reasons why he loved Draco so much.

He can't say how much he loves Draco's cock; the taste, smell and how it feels up his arse is heavenly. He could do this all day every week if they could, but when teaching at Hogwarts, sex is quite limited. Unless they can sneak into the Garden of Amare and hide amongst the trees. Harry even adored how the sun made Draco almost look like a being from heaven, with pale skin, golden hair, and complete with wonderful sex.

Draco continued to pound inside Harry, the familiar warm feeling of needing to release was increasing in his gut and he really wanted to let it all out and inside Harry. The green-eyed Gryffindor's usual porcelain skin was now honey-golden and shone under the sunlight from the sun cream or whatever it was called. His dark hair tousled against the blue towel as he moved back and forth with Draco's thrust.

Finally, when the tension was building, Harry panted, "Harder, Draco. Faster. Please." Shoving with great might, the Slytherin rocked them both hard enough to scoot forward onto his knees.

Harry shuddered as he came, kissing Draco harder than ever before and suddenly Draco's tongue entered his mouth. Then Draco came hard inside Harry and filled him up with his seed but brought his hand up to his mouth and licked it clean from Harry's semen.

"Merlin, you're so exquisite, Harry," Draco whispered as he petted Harry's stomach and rubbed circles over it. He pulled out of Harry, crawled back over him and sat on his hips. His wet cock covered in semen sat on Harry's stomach.

Harry bit his lip and just looked deeply into those silver eyes with love. "I love you, Draco." He reached his hand up and pushed back the blonde fringe on his fiance's forehead. "So much." The thought of being impregnated by Draco flooded his brain, and little children with Draco's white-blonde hair, like their own beautiful daughter Cassiopeia, and his own green eyes were there too. Honestly, it sounded incredible to carry a baby created by Draco inside him. He just wished birthing potions weren't so rare. Of course, he wanted to have more than one kid. He loves breaking Malfoy Family traditions.

"Draco, if it were possible to have kids with me without, you know, how we had Cassiopeia, how many more would you want?" The question just slipped out of Harry's mouth. He flushed a little at the question, but also when Draco tilted his head to the side and smiled.

"It depends on how many you want, my darling," said Draco smoothly with a wink. "We already have one gorgeous little heir. But if we could somehow make babies, without changing our genders - I'd rather not do that again, I would say maybe one or two more."

"You're not going to go with tradition and stick with one?" Harry asks him slowly. He's looked at the Malfoy family tree a while back and has noticed that Malfoy's only produces one child, a male with blonde hair. But he and Draco changed that gender, from male to female.

Draco shook his head. "Traditions can change, thanks to our generation." He grinned at him. "Especially when producing an heir or two with the same sex, which I'd love to have the option to do with you again. Why'd you bring up such a question?"

Harry shrugged and blushed because he did mention having another kid with Draco. Why was he thinking about it, though? Yes, the thought sounded absolutely wonderful, but they couldn't unless they got their hands on a birthing potion which was quite rare. People really ought to create these types of potions and sell them somewhere gay men can easily find them. Taking care of one baby is quite tough.

"Shall we stay here for a while or head up to the manor?" Draco then suddenly asked as he stared at Harry's thinking face and smiled. Then Harry snuggled up to him and the towel that he was previously laying on expanded and transfigured into a thin blanket and the towel beneath them doubled its size. 

Then something shadowed over the top of Draco and he registered it as an umbrella. He didn't know if this was magic from the sex they had that was doing this unless Harry could do wandless magic. Nope, Harry had his wand on him. That explained the whole thing and he got the answer he wanted from Harry: to stay here in his arms. Smiling, he pulled the thin blanket over the top of them and put an arm around Harry.

***** 

Harry remembered his ghost friend one afternoon as he was marking some of the student's Essays. Shit, he thought. He hadn't gone to visit Myrtle since he started teaching at Hogwarts. She's going to be so pissed!

Deciding that being invisible would be the best thing to be right now, he grabbed his Cloak of Invisibility and put it on over himself, making sure it was covering past his shoes. He didn't want students distracting him with questions or jokes in the corridors.

As he walked the hallways, he smiled at all the memories of being a student at Hogwarts, getting into mischief with Ron and Hermione – while Hermione always told them: this isn't a good idea. His favourite memories were of Draco; every alcove and hidden corner he passed reminded him of the times he'd be snogging Draco in one of them, alone together and in secret.

On his way down to the second floor of the castle he spots Draco talking with some second-years and grins. Distracted by the way his handsome blonde fiancé glides a hand through his soft blonde hair and the way he smiles charmingly, he forgets how to walk and trips over his own feet, swearing as he lands hard on the floor.

The students around Draco looked at where the loud noise came from, and so did Draco. He smiles when he sees a shoe – just a single black sneaker – and for a single second, the black shoe disappears as if it wasn't there to begin with. He knew whose shoe it was; with a blush rising to his cheeks he hoped Harry didn't hear the conversation he and the students were having. "Excuse me for a moment," he tells all the students around him as he makes his way over to where the shoe had been.

"Well done, Harry. If you were an Auror you'd have been spotted immediately by your shoe," Draco says, clapping his hands at Harry's success in being a terrible sneak. "I'm thankful you didn't choose such a dangerous job even if you'd be brilliant at it. You're terrible at spying."

Harry snorted. "Sorry, I was rather distracted," he gets out quickly as he manages to stand up from the floor.

Draco grins proudly down at the floor where he knew Harry was. "I'm pleased I'm a distraction to you. Why are you sneaking around for, Harry, and where are you headed to?" he asks him quietly with a curious look. "Avoiding someone?"

"I'm visiting Myrtle," Harry replied and reached a hand out towards the blonde, raising Draco's chin until the blonde was looking through him. Draco smiled and Harry folded back the hood of his cloak to show his hidden face. "I thought being in the shadows would get me away from students; They ask the oddest questions sometimes. I just didn't want to get distracted from visiting Myrtle. Would you like to come with me?"

Draco frowned. "Harry, listen. I love you. I love you so much I know that visiting Myrtle isn't too, let's say...detrimental when it comes to your Mental Health," he tells him slowly and carefully, afraid Harry might become suddenly angry. "She's lovely, don't get me wrong, but she's also rather depressing."

Harry blinks at him, then smiles hard. "You mean to say Myrtle's a bad influence on me?" he asks at once.

"No, and yes," Draco says, holding his breath, waiting for Harry to respond. When Harry doesn't, he continues, "Yes, because you both relate to each other when it comes to depression; you both have the same depressive mindset in a way, you've both self-inflicted harm onto yourselves in the past, et cetera."

"And the no part?" Harry asks flatly. Under his cloak, he crosses his arms tightly. "I'm sure you've noticed that I have healed and am no longer in that dark mindset anymore."

"I'm trying to think about that, and yes I know you've healed over the years. Still, doesn't mean one thing that's said to you won't bring you back to that mindset," Draco replies softly. "Look, you are friends with her, and you share the same mental health state-"

"Draco, I know I'm mentally ill and fucked up in the head!" Harry snaps. "You don't need to remind me, for fucks sake." Draco steeples his hands and presses his thumbs into the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes and sighs slowly. "I'm sorry for snapping, Draco," Harry says after a moment, forcing his voice to sound calm.

"No, Harry, I'm sorry," Draco says as he lowers his hands to Harry's head, pulling the cloak off Harry's shoulders so he could grasp at Harry's arms softly. "I'm sorry. If you want to go and see her then do so. I'm just looking out for you."

"Thank you, I will," Harry says at once. He realised how rude he sounded and frowned. "Sorry." Draco shook his head and leaned forward, kissing Harry's forehead and Harry melted on the spot.

Draco smiled against Harry's forehead, satisfied by the fact he had calmed Harry down. "I will see you soon," he tells Harry's faded scar sternly. "Dinner will be shortly; it's your turn to look after Cassiopeia."

"Will do," Harry says with a nod as he steps back and covers himself entirely in his cloak again. "I love you too, Draco." Before he left to go see Myrtle, he kissed Draco square on the lips.

Draco listened to Harry's footsteps fade away down the corridor, and he waited a moment until he couldn't hear Harry anymore. Then he followed him.

-

Harry ducked past Peeves the Poltergheist throwing buckets of rats at young third-years (who knows where the Poltergheist got those from) and rushed into the abandoned girl's bathroom but stopped as he heard talking. Myrtle was talking to someone. Another girl. Peeking around to see where they were, he saw a young Hufflepuff teen sobbing by the sinks as she mumbles things to Myrtle who sits with her and listens as she Hufflepuff speaks. He heard bits of their conversation.

"I really don't like this feeling, Myrtle." 

"Oh, I know. I completely understand, Isabelle," Myrtle says softly, with a gentle arm around her. "I understand how miserable life is. After all, I'm Moping Miserable Ugly Moaning Myrtle." She hiccupped and sniffed. "Do your parents know how you feel?"

The girl named Isabelle shook her blonde head; half her head was a buzzcut while the other half was long and curly and past her elbows. "You're not ugly at all, Myrtle, and no, I don't need to tell anyone anything. Mom's a drunk and dad left us when I was eleven to, let's say, get milk. Funny way of saying he left us without a word to where he went – no phone call or voice message."

Myrtle nodded. "Have you thought about finding him? I'm very certain Aurors – think of them like police men – can track your father down."

Isabelle shook her head again, this time she stands and paced back and forth in front of the sinks. "I don't care where he went! It's been pretty shit from there. I just want to end it all – Hogwarts can say it was an accident!" She grabbed the base of a sink, rocking back and forth with anger. "I don't care what my mother thinks either, she treats me like shit anyway. She'll probably die of alcohol poisoning anyway, there's no hope for her!"

Harry frowned. He can't believe under his nose there was a suicidal student, probably students, and he didn't notice at all! He does recall this student being in a Defence lesson of his but when remembering the lessons teaching her, she seemed alright, happily chatting with other students as if nothing was wrong. But that was similar to what he would do; he'd act and seem alright in front of others when he felt like utter shit. 

Myrtle floats up and joins her by the sink, looking at their reflections. "Just know that you're not alone," she tells her gently, her hand coming up and resting on the Hufflepuff's shoulder. "I've talked to quite a few people in my lifetime – erm dead lifetime to tell you that you're not alone at all in what you're going through."

"Thank you, Myrtle - wait," muttered Isabelle as she takes a step away from the ghost, looking her up and down before touching the spot on her shoulder where Myrtle touched her. "You can touch me... You should not be able to touch me."

Myrtle smiled sadly at her. "Isabelle, forgive me for this sad question but have... have you tried to commit death?" she asks softly. "You don't have to respond at all-"

"Yes," Isabelle said flatly. "Yes, I have tried to commit suicide. I downed a bunch of my dad's old pills and with those pills I took I drank an entire can of Alcohol. I guess at the time I drank the alcohol to wash the pills down. I blacked out, hoping I had died but I ended up in Saint Mungos. Not sure who found me, probably my friend Raven. Yeah..." She chuckled darkly.

"I hope by telling me all of that you feel a bit better," Myrtle says. "The reason I asked... let's just say you're not the only student I can touch, and I won't be the only ghost you can touch either. Because you have, in the past, tried to commit death and successfully have died for a while you can now touch ghosts."

Isabelle nods for a moment. "Weird," she says. "Anyway, I should go. Same time tomorrow?" Myrtle nods. Isabelle gave her a small, weak smile.

Harry, hidden behind his cloak, watches as the two girls say their goodbyes and Isabelle leaves. He stepped into the light of the bathroom and pulled his cloak off, putting it aside for now on the sink closer to the exit.

"Myrtle?"

Myrtle looked down from her favourite window and at Harry and she smiles. "Oh, hello Harry!" She then frowned. "I knew the rumours were true. It took your time to come round and visit me!"

"Yeah, sorry about that, Myrtle," Harry says quickly, leaning against the sinks with his arms crossed. "I've been busy – I'm sure you've heard the news from someone. Who knew teaching would be so much work! I'm so glad McGonagall gave Draco and I days off to take care of Cassiopeia."

Myrtle nods, "You're a professor now. Congrats!" Harry nods. Then her eyes widened as if she just realised something, "Cassiopeia? Is that what you've named your and Draco's baby? Oh, that's such a cute name!"

Harry chuckled and smiled slowly, "Yeah, Draco gave birth to her during the school Holidays. She's beautiful with Draco's blonde hair, his nose and my eyes and apparently my smile too." As much as he loves talking about Cassiopeia, the student he heard telling Myrtle about wanting to end it all was more important right now. "By the way, I kind of walked in on you and Isabelle talking. I couldn't help but wonder if there's anything I can do-"

"And that's none of your business, Harry," Myrtle says at once, looking away and out the window at the Hogwarts grounds. "I keep my word when it comes to someone's well-being, and Isabelle wanted me to keep it all quiet."

"No point now, Myrtle. I think I heard everything, everything I need to know about the girl and that she should speak with Madam Pomfrey about filling in a Mental Health check. I know the girls suicidal," Harry says, looking at his reflection in the cracked, hazy mirrors. "Severus Snape used to give me therapy sessions, pretty good ones at that." He thought about if he should give Therapy lessons but knew that he wouldn't be able to take hearing all the confessions.

Myrtle sighs slowly. "I don't want to lose her as a friend," she says quietly. "She's so lovely!"

"Myrtle, you won't lose her friendship," Harry tells her. Myrtle looks back at him, shrugging. "What if I told you, you could make many friends. Alive or ghost friends. New friends." He didn't know what he was saying but he started to picture something in his mind. Something big.

"That does sound nice," Myrtle says slowly, nodding her head as if in thought. "What are you getting at, Harry?"

Harry shrugs. He really didn't know what he was talking about, but he felt it was something he should think about more often. "What if you could make friends outside of Hogwarts?" he suggests. "I can talk with the Headmistress, or the Minister of Magic and see if you can-"

"Oh, that's quite alright, Harry. If you're saying what I think you're saying, I thank you for the offer but I'm happy to stay here in Hogwarts and look after the students here," Myrtle cuts him off with a genuine smile. "I want to lead them all in the right direction and not have them pitch themself off the Astronomy Tower. I feel like it's what I must do as a Ghost of Hogwarts."

"Oh," Harry says, and he smiles because that's all so nice of Myrtle to do. It gives Myrtle's undead life a purpose. "Just to let you know, as much as Draco saved me during my school years you did too."

Myrtle floats down to him and gave him a tight hug, "Thank you, Harry." She leaned away, letting him go. "How are you and Draco? How are you? How's Cassiopeia?"

"Draco and I are great!" Harry says happily, his eye twitching as he remembers the disagreement he and Draco had earlier. "We have our arguments sometimes, but we figure it out together. I'm well and happy. Draco and Cassiopeia are my life, it's so great being a part of a family." He loves the Weasleys but every time he was there, he felt out of place. He was an extra mouth to feed when they already have so many family members. He felt guilty.

Out of the corner of his eye he spots a flash of white-blonde towards the exit of the bathroom and he smiled. "Myrtle, I'd like you to meet my fiancé," he says as he looks over his shoulder. "Draco, I know you're there. Come out!"

Draco, grinning happily, appears out of the shadows of the bathroom and walks over to Harry. "Yes, my fiancé," he says as the ghost girl's eyes widened when he lowered the disillusionment charm on his engagement ring. "Very shiny, I know!"

"Good Gracious!" Myrtle gasps.

"Don't forget to tell her about Cassiopeia Myrtle Potter, our baby daughter, and yes, Harry gave her the middle name," Draco says at Harry as he places an arm around his lover, and Myrtle looked at them both in disbelief before she squealed loudly with happiness.

Harry winced at her loud squeal, remembering she died a 14-year-old, even if now she's more than seventy years old as a ghost. "We best be off now. Dinner is close now, and I've got to get back to the Manor to be with Cassy for the night. I'll come by and see you again, Myrtle. Promise."

Harry and Draco had left before Myrtle had time to ask them questions. She sighed slowly and floated back up to her favourite window overlooking the Hogwarts grounds.  

***** 

Harry decided to visit The Weasley's on his day off, apparating into the Burrow's lovely Gardens. He just hasn't seen his best friends Ron and Hermione for months! He receives Owls from them both every week and, fortunately, he does find time during his busy life to write to them back and even Fire-call them once a fortnight.

Ron's been helping George out at Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes for quite a while now while he also finds time in looking for a job in the Ministry. Hermione, on the other hand was caught up in both worlds with her parents giving her the option of going to a Muggle University (Hermione mentioning Oxford in her letters) although Harry thought that was impossible since Hermione stopped going to Muggle School by the age of 11. But she was also looking into the Ministry of Magic for jobs too.

Harry knocked on the Burrow's front door and waited for a moment, quietly, until he heard a set of footsteps walking towards him from the other side of the door and it opened slowly.

Percy Weasley, looking surprised and the happiest Harry's ever seen him (most likely Oliver Wood's doing), stood in the doorway and Harry felt the warmth of the Burrow's fireplace wafting out onto him in waves. "Hi, Percy! How are you? Just thought I'd stop by; it has been a while since I've visited."

"I'm great, thanks, and no worries," Percy said with a smile. "Ron and George won't be returning until Lunch. Anywho, how are you, Harry?"

"I'm very well, thank you," Harry replied as Percy stepped aside to welcome him into the Burrow. He looked around the place and smiled at the memories here from his past. The good and the bad. "How's Oliver?"

"He's well," Percy says, closing the front door and leaning his back against it. "He's currently practicing with his team to play against the Irish this March. I'm certain you know what he's like when it comes to Quidditch practice." Harry nods and Percy laughs softly.

"Do you see each other often?" Harry asks, looking back at Percy who he noted was thinking deeply as the older man stared down at the floor. "Outside of work? I do understand you both enjoy your jobs, you at the Ministry of Magic and Oliver practicing with Puddlemere United. You're both very ambitious in your jobs."

"We do. We usually see each other after work," Percy says, grinning proudly at the mention of the Ministry. "We plan dates together once every week. Tomorrow he and I are going out for dinner in London."

"That sounds wonderful, Percy!"

"Harry!" Molly Weasley beams as she and her older son Charlie Weasley enters through from the kitchen. "I thought I heard your voice! Wonderful to see you, dear."

"Hiya, Harry!" Charlie says with a big smile and a quick hand salute. His ginger hair was up in a messy bun on the top of his head and sections of his hair were loosely plaited.

"Hello, Molly! Hi, Charlie!" Harry says brightly and Molly opens her arms and hugs him tightly. "It's great seeing all of you."

"How's the baby?" Molly asks instantly. Harry opens his mouth to start talking but she cuts him off. "Cassiopeia is her name?" Harry nods as she leans out of the hug, and she grasped his shoulders softly. "How's Draco, Narcissa and Lucius? I do hope they're all well."

"Mom, give Harry a sodding break," Charlie says with a tired laugh. "Poor bloke must be exhausted; he's raising a baby after all. Harry, come with me into the kitchen." He puts a strong arm around Harry's shoulder, "I'll make you a cuppa tea and then you can tell us everything."

"I'll get the biscuits," Percy says, grinning as he hurries into the kitchen behind Charlie and Harry. "Come on, Mom. You can help; there can't be tea without biscuits!"

Harry chuckled as he was led into the kitchen. He adores this family. Then he remembered once Ron and George arrive, he'd have to re-tell everything. At least Ron knows most things, he thought with relief.  

****

Harry decided that a visit to Azkaban to see Lucius would be a great way to spend some time on his lunch break as Draco went home to Narcissa and Cassiopeia for lunch. He knows that Narcissa and Draco come to visit Lucius at times, and he has come by with Draco during a lunch break last week, but he mainly just stood and listened to Draco and his father talk about life.

So, he went directly to the Ministry to call for an Auror to assist him in the travel to Azkaban. He really wished he could go alone without an Auror but sadly that isn't an option. When he was Portkeyed to Azkaban, he searched the floor he was on for Lucius' cell. Just the word 'cell' saddened him because he didn't want Lucius to be in a cell at all. He wanted him to be free and to enjoy family dinners and time with Draco, Narcissa, Cassiopeia and himself. Unless Lucius just wants to spend his time with his family, then Harry gets that.

He found Lucius' cell, and in the back, on an actual bed with green woolly blankets that Narcissa must have persuaded someone to give him, was Lucius Malfoy. The cell looked a lot homier than he last saw it. It had a little brown armchair in the back corner with a tall bookshelf filled with books.

"Mr Malfoy," said Harry, letting the older Malfoy know of his presence. It's been so long since he has spoken with Lucius alone and he hopes it won't be his last. Lucius looked up from his bed at Harry; he looked a little better from the last time Harry came to see him from his eyes having fewer dark bags under them and he looked well-fed.

Lucius was surprised that someone would come to see him again. Everyone, besides Narcissa, has just become so busy with work. "Hello, Harry," he said, sitting up a little straighter and smiling at the younger boy who he hopes will become his son-in-law in the near future. "You know you can call me Lucius now."

"I know," said Harry, nodding. He just wanted to be formal in front of Draco's father. He still hasn't told Lucius about the proposal he gave Draco, but he would have thought the older Malfoy must have guessed it. Draco's engagement ring should say it all. "So, how are you doing?"

"I think I ought to ask you that, Harry," said Lucius, the smile still on his weary face as he pushed himself up off his bed and walked over to the young man but left some space between himself and the cell bars. Harry gave a little frown at that as he hoped Lucius was okay. "But I'm doing well, thank you," Lucius continued. "How about you? How's the working life at Hogwarts? Draco's told me a bit but I want to hear it from you as well."

"I'm good, teaching is good, and it can be tough at times," said Harry, who curled his hands around the bars of Lucius' cell. "All those students, even the ones who misbehave in class. Oh, and a few students have literally been smuggling muggle objects into Hogwarts and using them as either prank toys or just toys for fun with friends." He even remembers seeing some Ravenclaw and Gryffindor students playing twister in the corridors before class and during lunch.

"That sounds most interesting," said Lucius flatly. "No wonder you have your hands full. It must be tiring dealing with all the students." He quite enjoys knowing what's going on in the outside world with Harry and his son. It gives him something to think about other than scary Dementors tearing at his soul. They're horrifying creatures.

"I'm getting used to it," said Harry with a little shrug, knowing teaching is becoming a little leisurely in the long term. No wonder Remus loves it. "I'm starting to understand how I can grab the student's attention when they're not listening to me." Then he rubbed the back of his head and smiled. "Lucius... can I ask you something?"

Lucius nodded and gestured a hand to continue, but then something popped into his mind. He raised an eyebrow, smiled, and asked, "Are you asking for my blessing to marry my son, Harry?"

Harry hesitated and blinked. Again, with these questions about marriage! "Why must people keep asking me this?!" he asked the cell bars as he leaned his forehead against them and sighed when feeling cold metal on his forehead, like pinpricks of ice.

"You've been asked the question before?" Lucius asked him, surprised that anybody else would mention it. But it's a good thing that he's not the only one who has been asking Harry these fairly important questions.

Harry nodded, "Yes, a couple of my students have asked me that question." He then paused and smiled at the ground as the memories of his student's excited expressions really do make his day. And not to mention, the day he proposed to Draco. He is glad a certain topic can make his students smile. "It's literally a never-ending conversation."

"Have you ever thought about it though?" Lucius asked with a curious smile. "To marry my son?" The thought of a future marriage really excites him too because it means he can help out with the marriage, wedding dress robes, decorations, and cuisine.

Harry sighed and bit his lip; it seemed to him that Lucius thought the shiny diamond ring on Draco's ring finger was a gift from him and not an engagement ring. He wanted to tell him the truth, and that he doesn't need to go by tradition and use the Malfoy Engagement heirloom ring to officially propose his life to Draco. Why hasn't Narcissa told him yet? "I have been thinking about your son proposing to me," he said to the older Malfoy whose smile widened at what Harry said. He did want to let him know he had been thinking of it for quite some time. "I even admit that I've had a dream about him proposing to me. It was at Malfoy manor in the middle of that rose bush hedge maze."

Lucius had a few tears in his eyes when hearing that, and he quickly wiped them away. "Well... Harry James Potter, I, Lucius Malfoy, give my blessing to you to marry my son Draco Lucius Malfoy."

Harry smiled sheepishly as Lucius just gave him his blessing to literally propose and marry Draco. Oh, the proposal was already done but not the marriage. But he would literally have to go ring shopping with Draco someday to find their marital rings but he's not really planning on doing so just yet. Maybe in a few months. "Um... thanks, Lucius," he said slowly, still feeling a little awkward. "For your blessing..."

"Oh, it's not a problem at all," said Lucius with a wave of his hand, clearly not wanting to be thanked. "I want you and Draco to be happy, married, and with kids of your own blood someday."

Harry looked at him curiously, wondering if he had heard wrong. He shrugged it off as he definitely must have heard wrong, even if he wanted to believe it was possible for him and Draco to have kids again. "Wait, you don't know about our Cassiopeia?"

Lucius smiled slowly, "Oh, Harry Potter, you really think word wouldn't spread to me?" Harry shrugged with a chuckle. "Yes, I know about Cassiopeia Myrtle Potter - lovely name, by the way. I am surprised it's a girl after centuries of Malfoy males being born. My lovely Narcissa couldn't keep her tongue."

"Do you know about anything else, then?" Harry asked curiously. If Lucius knew about Cassiopeia, then shouldn't he know about the ring too?

Lucius shook his head. "How did you do it, though? Have Cassiopeia? I heard about a Potion explosion and covering you and my son... Did you figure out a Birthing Potion?"

"Not exactly," said Harry with a laugh. He told Lucius what happened in that Potions class, but not everything that happened. He left out a few bits about female him and female Draco exploring each other. After hearing all that Lucius' face was pink and flushed. 

Lucius nodded. "By the way, do you think you could gift me the same type of ring you got my Draco for Christmas?" he asks with a wry smile. "That nice shiny diamond one?" Harry shook his head, biting his lip over a laugh. "Well, why in Salazar's name not?"

"Because I brought that ring to propose to Draco with," Harry tells him with a toothy grin. The older man had a look of confusion on his face for a moment before realization hit him. "It'd be weird if I did the same, not to mention the ring was the only one there and one of a kind. No offence, but I want to marry Draco, not you."

Lucius began to laugh. Harry smiled; he didn't get to see the older man laugh much. "None taken," Lucius said after calming down from his laughter. Harry was wondering whether Lucius even cared about his proposal to Draco a few months ago.

"Right now, my mind is focused on Draco, teaching my students and the location where Severus and Remus are," Harry says. He didn't need to hear any more questions about when he'll officially be under the altar with Draco. "They just disappeared and left diaries about what to teach their classes. They didn't say where they were going at all!"

Lucius just nodded. "I'm sure they will come back, Harry," he assured him. "Whatever reason they left must be exceedingly important. Thus, if it wasn't important they wouldn't have left."

Harry hoped Lucius was right, but something in the older Malfoy's eyes - that familiar twinkle that Draco also has whenever he's keeping something to himself - told him that Remus and Severus were right. He felt curious and wondered if but most importantly why Lucius was keeping something from him. But he had to get back to Hogwarts as lunch was probably nearly over and he was excited to see Draco but also a little nervous from what he and Lucius discussed. 

He didn't understand why he was so nervous. Shit. Am I having an anxiety attack? he thought to himself as he felt the familiar chill and sadness in the air, which meant a Dementor was around. I need to get out of here.

"It was lovely talking with you, Lucius, however, I must be on my way back to Hogwarts. I have more classes to teach in a few minutes," Harry said quickly. He didn't want to go as he wanted to talk more but the children's education is more important, and so is his Mental Health. "Thank you for this intriguing talk, and for your blessing."

"Oh, farewell then, Harry," said Lucius, stepping back away from the bars and Harry and back to the middle of his cell. "It was great speaking with you too and I don't want to keep your class waiting."

"See you," said Harry with a little wave. "I promise to talk to you again sometime either this week or the next if I have time." And with a smile, he turned on his heel and went towards the Auror.

"Marriage, huh?" asked the Auror who smirked.

"Oh, shut up, Auror Blake," Harry muttered but smiled as the Auror apparated them back to the ministry. He couldn't believe that he had just been given Lucius' blessing to marry Draco. When he got back to the ministry, and apparated back to the gates of Hogwarts which he quickly entered, he found Draco in the Potion's classroom just sitting alone and marking essays and he immediately went over to him. He grinned when Draco saw him, sat down in the Slytherin's lap, and kissed him lovingly, his hands cupping the blonde's face.

"What was that for?" Draco asks him sweetly as he gently places his quill on his desk and pays all his close attention to his fiancé who gives him such a breathtaking kiss.

"Azkaban. Dementors. Your father. Anxiety," Harry says quickly. Just the thought of the Dementors again made him nervous. He's so glad he didn't have a full-on anxiety attack in front of Lucius. He didn't want Draco's father to think of him as weak.

"Are you ok?" Draco asks softly, immediately concerned. 

"No," Harry smiles. He knows one thing: he will never get the thought of marrying Draco out of his head from what he talked to Lucius about. And, of course, what sort of ring lays on Draco's finger that he put on himself and pledges his whole life to him. It'll be hard to forget what Lucius told him, though. Not that he wants to.

Draco cupped his lover's chin with his hands, saying, "Talk to me, what's wrong?" Harry sighed slowly and shook his head. There really wasn't anything to tell besides Dementors and being around and making him feel low. 

*****

Dear mother,

Harry and I have been thinking of going on a family weekend outing into London. We can get High Tea at The Ritz and take a walk into Whitehall Gardens, Hyde Park and Kensington Palace Park Gardens. Harry told me about a lovely garden in the sky that we can visit too!

It's been around five weeks since we started working at Hogwarts and we need a family trip. We're starting to get used to teaching the students, which was difficult at first. It's actually quite enjoyable. I'll see you tonight!

Sincerely,

Draco Malfoy

Draco sent the letter off with Hedwig and watched her fly away out the window. Arms gently wrapped around his waist; he smiled as he turned around to face his lover. He pulled him down onto the window seat, Harry sitting on his lap with his legs on either side of the Slytherin's thighs. Draco placed a kiss to Harry's nose, and Harry blushed as he tilted his head to the side and kissed Draco passionately.

The bell for the next class rang and both men sighed in the kiss and leaned out. Harry stayed seated on Draco's lap and pressed his forehead against the Slytherin's where his blonde hair fell across his forehead in the way that Harry just adored and wanted to keep it that way.

"We need to go, Harry," Draco says, and taps his fingers on Harry's thighs to let him know he wants to reign free. Harry sighs, cups Draco's face and kisses him again, but only quickly as he slides off Draco's lap and stands up. With a hand to help him up, Draco placed a hand around Harry's waist and pulled him closer as they walked out of Harry's living quarters, out of the Gryffindor common room and towards the corridor where they both would have to go their own way.

When they reached that point, they kissed passionately, and they heard giggles coming from down the corridor they were in but ignored them and then headed on their way. When Harry walked up the stairs to his Defense lesson, a familiar blonde girl who had her hair tied in two long plaits skipped up to him. "Hello, Professor."

"Hello, Christina," said Harry with a warm smile. He pondered where the other half of her was. "Where's your brother? I don't ever see you two without each other."

"Oh, he's already at class," said Christina with a little enthusiasm. She was still skipping along beside him, seeming like she enjoyed life which she should, and her braids bounced up and down with every skip. "When I saw you exit with Professor Malfoy, I just couldn't help but watch you. Same with many other girls, but they left when they saw you two coming."

"It seems Professor Malfoy and I have a few stalkers," said Harry, smiling at the wide innocent grin the young Gryffindor gave him.

"Yes, professor, you do," said Christina, nodding as she slowed down into a walk when they turned a corner into another corridor. "But we wouldn't call ourselves stalkers. We're more like viewers watching our favourite Professor couple. There's not a small group of us, nearly half of Hogwarts are with us."

Harry raised his eyebrows when looking down at her in surprise. He didn't know that many students were in her group. "I thought Professor Snape and Professor Lupin were your favourite professor couple?"

"Oh, they are! It's just hard to pick from them and you and Professor Malfoy. You're both couples we adore," She was cut off as they entered the classroom and Harry went to the front while Christina found a seat next to her brother.

The lesson started off simple, they were reviewing and practicing the freezing spell on an orange. Then it became complex as Harry let them freeze one person in a room each after the other student has been safely unfrozen, of course. He wouldn't let five students be frozen at once. He's not that daft.

*****

The relative hush of Draco's Potions classroom is disturbed by an annoyingly crackling sound, and he looks up from the stack of third-year essays he has been marking. For just a little moment, he regards the group of Slytherin and Gryffindor students, all of whom are supposed to be brewing a shrinking solution. Most of them appear to be brewing their potion or biting their nails or handling ingredients with unease, and though the latter makes Draco's nose wrinkle, he knows that they are, at least, attempting to brew the simple potion. Which is, as Draco has found out, more than can be said for Sam Murphy and his little trio of followers.

Sam, one of the many nuisances of Draco's existence this term, is leaning back in his chair and obnoxiously popping bubbles of blood-red exploding gum as he conducts a muttered conversation with his friend in the row behind him—a conversation which Draco is certain has nothing to do with Potions, the Shrinking Solution or otherwise.

The thing about Sam, Draco thinks, pinching the bridge of his nose as another series of crack-crack-bangs comes out of his student's mouth, is that there is one in every class. It is not just Gryffindor's. Every house has one of these...kids.

Crackle-pop-bang goes Sam's bubble-gum, and now all the students within a two-chair radius of him are looking up from their cauldrons and murmuring gently. Draco sighs.

"Mr Murphy," he says quietly, taking some satisfaction in the fact that the classroom falls immediately silent.

Sam continues to lean back in his chair but his impudent brown eyes swivel to meet Draco's. "Yes, sir?"

"Tell me you are not eating that disgusting red gunge in my class again," he demands, covering his weariness with severity.

Sam blinks. Shrugs. Grins. "Okay. I'm not," he says, and his friend's titter appreciatively.

Draco grimaces: how does he even put up with this kid? "Be grateful for the fact that your friends find you so hilarious, Mr Murphy, because you are unlikely to amount to much without your Potions OWL, which you are highly unlikely to achieve if you keep up this outrageous behaviour." He pauses, relishing the smug face on his student. "In the meantime, for your behaviour, five points from Gryffindor."

"Sir, that's not fair! It's always..." Sam falls silent, mouth twitching.

"What is it?"

"Oh... nothing. I think I'll just have a look at the old... Potion's... erm... sorry, sir," Sam mumbles, frowning and pulling his textbook towards him.

Instantly suspicious, Draco looks around. Nothing seems amiss, but he is unsettled as he returns to his marking, and the next few essays in the pile are subject to a more savage application of red ink than usual.

When the bell rings some minutes later and the classroom empties of students, Draco waits only seconds before locking the door behind them and heading up the dungeon's stairs to find Harry. He ought to have a conversation with his fiancé – still not used to the exciting title - about Sam and how annoying he is and that he should be taught proper manners and no disrespect for teachers.

He walks through corridors packed with students carrying their books and book bags looking for mischief to occupy their afternoon break with. He nods at Nearly Headless Nick talking with a small group of Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs in the Transfiguration Courtyard, and the ghostly man gave him a delighted nod in return and that's when he spots Harry with a bunch of first-year students crowded around him by a familiar tall tree. 

The grass is springy and damp under his feet as he approaches his target, and he can already feel the wet hem of his cloak slapping heavily against his legs, but he doesn't care. Harry laughed at what a student said, which Draco couldn't hear, and lifted a hand up to scrub at his fluffy sexy hair as the fresh autumn wind caught and pulled at it.

"Professor Potter," Draco says, just about managing to remember his manners in front of the students. As Harry turns, the wind whirls savagely across the lawn and flips Draco's sodden cloak over his head. Growling inwardly, he yanks it down and wipes his damp forehead, noting with resignation that the few students who were laughing at his impromptu Dementor impression.

"Why, hello, Professor Malfoy," says Harry, blinking his emerald green eyes at him through his round spectacles. They stared at each other for a moment, the children looking back and forth from their Professors, waiting for one of them to say something. Harry steps forward, reaching up and wiping away the slight damp patches on his lover's forehead with the back of his hand. "You are the cutest Dementor I've ever seen in my life."

Draco snorts, ignoring the feel of his face heating up from embarrassment and giggles coming from all around them. He tried to hold back the restraints telling him don't do it, but he couldn't help himself as he pulled Harry into a tender, slow kiss, which they both heard Awwe's synchronize around them. Draco relaxed as Harry's lips touched his and moulded perfectly between his own, the frustration and annoyance he had for his previous students fading away.

Draco smiles as he leans away, then notices the first years all looking up at him and Harry with big wide eyes. "Hello there," he says to all of the friendly faces, and all those friendly faces began to giggle. He rolled his eyes at them playfully and placed his arms around Harry. "I need to talk to you," he added in a much quieter voice. "It's about a certain student."

Harry nodded at him and looked back down at the first years, "Alright you lot, run along now."

Amid some grumbling and disappointment, the group disperses, and Draco watches them meander across the lawn for a moment before he turns back to Harry. It was obvious the kids wanted to see more kissing. "Now... It's Sam from Gryffindor," he says; the wind was blowing his hair across his forehead, his wet cloak, the mud on his shoes and the fact that Harry seemed to be experiencing the same with no concern at all irritated him. "He's in his third year."

"Who, Sam Murphy?" Harry asked him, who looked to be in total disbelief. "He's fine with me. Gets things done, isn't a bother at all."

Draco grimaces, not understanding why Murphy can't at least behave in one of his lessons. "Lucky you then. He's such a pain," he then whispers in case anybody's listening. "And I just can't-" He was shushed by Harry's lips attaching to his own and kissing him in a gentle manner. He smiled in the kiss, and when a warm and soft hand came up and cupped his cheek, he deepened the kiss a little but drew back and smiled lovingly at him. Kisses were one of Harry's ways to help calm him down when he's pissed off.

"But seriously," Draco adds sternly, looking to the ground and pondering what he can do to stop Sam's behaviour during class. "What should I do about him?" His stormy grey eyes looked back up into emerald green with curiosity. "Or what can you do about him?"

"I'll see what I can do," said Harry softly, caressing the blonde's pale cheek with his thumb. "I'll have a talk with him this afternoon in the common room for you. But now why don't we head up to my living quarters and spend some time alone, drinking tea, and forgetting about all the students."

"That sounds lovely, Harry," Draco says, and not even within a minute, Harry was leading him up to Gryffindor Tower. The Gryffindor common room portrait opened as Harry said, "Rem Flava," and Draco looked at him curiously. "Harry, why's the password into the common room Legally Blonde?"

Harry grinned, the portrait closed behind them, and he took Draco upstairs to his quarters. "It's from a muggle movie. It reminds me of you and your posh twatiness."

Draco snorts and moves his hand to Harry's arse, lightly caressing the round cheeks teasingly and the dark-haired man looks his way, green eyes flashing with lust. Draco smirked as Harry smiled and winked. When they arrived at the portrait, Harry then said, "Harenarius." Strange password for a portrait: gladiator.

Draco was greeted by Hedwig's familiar hoot and ruffle of feathers, who stood on her podium by the open window on the right side of the room. "Hello, Hedwig," he beamed and went over to sit on the window seat and pat her soft feathers while Harry made them tea.

Hedwig hooted again and flew over to Harry, leaving Draco with a small gust of wind that just blew his fringe to the side of his head. Harry smiled as Hedwig flew onto the kitchen island to the owl treats. When he finished pouring the boiling water into the two white and red polka-dotted mugs, he fed Hedwig an owl treat then carried the mugs over to the window seat and gave one to Draco. He sat beside the Slytherin with one leg folded under his other leg and sighed with happiness as he rested his head against Draco's.

"I miss being at Malfoy Manor every day, waking up next to you and knowing we can spend the week as a family with Cassiopeia and Mother," Draco says and turns his head to the side a little to give a kiss to Harry's cheek. Harry chuckled and intertwined their free hands together, which weren't holding hot cups of tea. "Me too, Draco. Me too."

-

"Mr Murphy, may I speak with you, please?" asked Harry, wriggling a finger in his direction as Sam and his friends were about to exit the Defense classroom.

Sam looked at his professor, then at his friends. "I'll catch up with you later, mates," he says to them. When his friends all nodded and gave him pained looks, they left him alone and Sam went over to his professor. "Yes, Professor Potter?"

"I'm sure you know why I called you up here," Harry says earnestly, crossing his arms and leaning them on his desk. He's still getting used to being called Professor Potter. 

"Um... no," Sam says, smiling and blinking his dark eyes innocently at him. "I don't know why you asked me to stay, professor."

Harry sighed at his student's thinks-he-is-superior attitude. "Mr Murphy, you're here because you're misbehaving in Professor Malfoy's class, and apparently have been since the start of the first term. Not only is he a colleague of mine, but he's also my romantic partner so if you mess with him you mess with me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Sam muttered, his attitude showing the best of him. "This bloody thing that's going around school about you and Professor Malfoy is outrageous!"

"I agree with you there, Mr Murphy," Harry says sincerely with a little nod and Sam looked at him in surprise. "Drac-Professor Malfoy and I both agree that the students who're sending us gifts, asking when we're going to get engaged and married, and a bunch of other topics that I really can't tell you is completely outrageous and unnecessary in this school. I'm sure your previous professors, Severus Snape and Remus Lupin both agree with me."

"Wait, you've been asked when you're going to get married?" Sam asked in disbelief and looked down at his professor's fingers for any signs of proposal rings. There weren't any, obviously, as he looked back up into his professor's eyes. "Married?" he asks again.

"Yes, several times already," said Harry, smiling as he remembered each and every student who came up to him to ask those types of questions. "It's never ending, if I'm being honest with you."

"I'm sorry that has happened between the two of you, professor," said Sam solemnly, he started rubbing at his hand subconsciously. "Not to be one of those students, but have you actually...?"

"Thought about marrying Professor Malfoy?" Harry finished for him. Sam nodded. Harry smiled. Fuck it, nobody will believe this little twat. "He's my fiancé, I proposed to him during the summer." The young boy's eyes widened, and his mouth parted. "Dra-Professor Malfoy's put a disillusionment charm on the ring to hide it."

"So, after all this time, you've been engaged already," Sam says in a flat, wondrous tone. "Nobody but the two of you know?" 

"We didn't want the entire world to know we were engaged yet, so we kept it a secret," Harry tells him, his green eyes zoning in on his Eagle Owl quill. "Only the important people in our life know that Draco and I are engaged such as friends and family members." He glanced back at the young boy with a hard smile, "Besides, I'm a little busy here trying to teach you little buggers Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Sam laughed. He agreed with his professor. "Yeah, we're little shits."

Harry raised an eyebrow at him, not liking the language he's hearing. "I wouldn't say that, Sam," he said, voice low as he shook his head. "And language like that is not tolerable in my classroom, you know this."

"Sorry, sir," said Sam, smiling a little. "So, this is all you wanted to speak to me about?"

"Yes, you may go," Harry says and dismisses him from his classroom. When Sam leaves, he locks his classroom when leaving and goes to find Draco. "Lumina," Harry says clearly when standing in front of the portrait into Draco's living quarters. The portrait opened and he walked in, the smell of herbal tea was strong in the air.

Harry found Draco in the kitchen reading the latest Daily Prophet article. He smiled, went up to him and snaked his arms around the blonde's waist. "What are you reading, my love?" he asks softly, placing his head against Draco's cheek to view the prophet.

"I don't know, just some stuff about the ministry," Draco says with a sigh and puts it down. "Pretty boring stuff, actually," he added and pulled Harry closer into a loose embrace. "Now, what are you doing here?"

Harry smiled and gave him a quick but passionate kiss. "Can't your fiancé come visit you every now and then?" he asked as he leaned away a little and pressed his nose to Draco's.

"Of course, he can," said Draco, smiling back and rubbed their noses together. He adored the obvious blush forming on Harry's face. "His cute arse is allowed to come by anytime he wants."

"Brilliant!" Harry whispers with a soft laugh, and he kisses him again softly. "Anyway, I was talking to Sam Murphy before I came here. We had a nice chat about how he should behave himself in your class."

"You didn't have to do that, but thank you," Draco says with a smile of appreciation. "How did it go?" he asks curiously, wondering if the little prat would actually change his behaviour. "Do you think he'll actually behave in my class now?"

"Since we had a friendly chat about a few things, I'm guessing and hoping so," said Harry, moving away from the kitchen but nodding as he knew Sam would hopefully stick to being good for once in Draco's classroom. He sat on Severus' armchair by the fire and Draco joined him, sitting down on the armrest. "But if he doesn't you know you can come to me right away."

"I know, Harry, and I appreciate and love you for that," said Draco, reaching his hand up to run his hand through his lover's dark hair.

"I love you too, Draco," Harry says, lifting the blonde's chin up with just a finger and kissed him again with passion. 

"I was thinking of growing my hair out," Draco said against Harry's soft lips. "Just a bit."

"Oh, really?" Harry says, smiling. "So, it'll make it easier for me to grab and pull during sex? Hmm?"

Draco laughs as he lowers his hand to Harry's trousers, stroking with his finger the bulge in Harry's pants. "Mmmm," he says with delight at that clear image. "Yes, please." His eyes caught Harry's who bites his lip and pulls Draco down onto his lap. 

"How long will you grow your hair out?" Harry asks as Draco finds a comfortable spot on Harry's lap.

Draco shrugs. "Long-ish, I guess."

Harry hesitates as he thought for a moment. "Maybe don't grow your hair out as long as your father's, although I do admire the fashionable bow he often wore to keep his hair out of his face." Draco laughs and Harry grins. "What? It always looked lovely!"

"Are you afraid of something?"

"Yes," Harry said. "I'm afraid one day I might not be able to tell who is who and might grab your father's hand and pull him into your bedroom and, erm..." He snorts. "Yeah... I know I'll only tell the difference between the age lines."

Draco looked horrified, "Do I have-"

Harry laughed, "Nope." Draco summoned a Mirror and looked relieved as if he didn't believe Harry. "I meant your father's age lines and wrinkles. You can relax; your smooth moisturized face has a few twenty or so years left."

"How dare you assume it's twenty years," Draco said at once, nose pointing up as he glares at a grinning Harry Potter. "So utterly rude!"  

Harry raised his hands in surrender and pokes his tongue out at him. "The only rude thing here is you and how you're not arse naked and bouncing up and down on my c-"

"Whoa, there, Harry!" Draco stops him with his finger pressed to Harry's lip. "First of all, what foul language! Second of all, why are you not already on my bed - in Malfoy Manor and stripped ready to be ridden by yours truly."

Harry's mouth parts and he smirks as he licks Draco's finger then heads to the Floo, disappearing in a whoosh of green flames. Draco grins, making Harry wait. 

*****

Draco received a letter back from his mother regarding the previous letter he sent, but it had a little more to it that he knew he shouldn't tell Harry yet... Definitely not yet.

To my beloved Draco,

Yes, I'm doing quite well. I visit your father on occasion to meet Cassiopeia, he loves her already. He reckons she has your stare, the stare when you survey what's going around you. Or maybe that's Harry's, where he surveys a room to assess the danger level. She's got you're little nose twitch too. It's quite cute!

Lucius keeps telling me about the Malfoy Engagement rings. He does know you and Harry are already engaged so I don't know why he's mentioning the heirlooms. Maybe he rather wants the proposal with the heirloom rings? Harry might need to get down on his knee and propose to you again. Just ignore what your father wants, he's pretty much got a type of OCD and would rather take things traditionally.

Also, that family outing to London sounds delightful! I must come along! I do miss having High Tea. By the way, how's Harry? I still want a son-in-law, you know, and Harry's the perfect son-in-law that I cannot wait to officially welcome into our family. I'm already wondering where to plan your wedding, what the theme would be, the decorations and what kind of cake to have.

Sincerely,

Narcissa Malfoy :)

Draco chuckled at the letter from his mother. As much as he loved reading the first paragraph his mother had written, the third one had to be his favourite. Why? Obviously, it's about marrying Harry! He realized how much he wanted this, to marry Harry. He didn't mind what his father was saying, he just didn't care about the heirloom engagement rings.

Draco decided to keep his mother's letter so he could read over it whenever he wanted to. He placed the letter in the little green teapot, which he keeps his teabags in, and went back to his desk to start writing a reply.

Dear mother,

I'm glad you are doing so well and have time to visit Father. I don't care what father thinks, but if it'll make him happy, I can ask Harry to propose to me again using the heirloom engagement rings. Or I'll propose to him.

It's great to hear you will be joining us for a stroll in the gardens and High Tea! How about this weekend? I cannot wait! Harry's doing quite well, as I know. You're not the only one excited, mother. I'm excited to finally promise him my life and love for eternity, for Harry to join our family and become a Malfoy. Or I, a Potter. Please hold the actual wedding planning for when it's been at least half a year, then you can start planning. Well, Harry and I can. Remember it's not your wedding, it's mine. :)

Sincerely, and lots of love,

Draco Malfoy

Draco folded up the letter and headed down to the Owlery to send it to his mother after closing the portrait door behind him. Harry actually found him in the corridors, and Draco hesitated for a second as he just had an important letter in his hands for his mother that would affect his and Harry's future positively. He and Harry haven't thought about planning their wedding at all. They're just happy being each other's fiancé.

"What have you got there?" Harry asked, furrowing his eyebrows at the obvious letter to who knows where. Most likely to Narcissa. What is Draco and Narcissa talking about in secret?

Draco sighs. He hates keeping things from Harry. "Mother's trying to plan our wedding already," he said, smiling at the amused expression on Harry's face. "I told her to leave it until it's been half a year or when we're ready to start planning our wedding together."

Harry knew there was something else Draco wasn't telling him, he smiled curiously at the blonde with his hands on his hips. "I love that she's thinking about the planning already. Now, you're not telling me everything." He gave a fake pout and just hoped Draco would tell him something. Draco just shook his head and kissed the Gryffindor's forehead.

"I promise I'll tell you in the near future, just not anytime soon," said Draco, chuckling at the adorable little pout Harry's giving him. He wasn't sure if he wanted to give his father what he wanted, to use the heirloom rings and ask Harry to propose to him with them.

"Alright, as long as you promise," said Harry, snaking his arm around Draco's free arm while really wanting to have a peek at the letter. He knew not to though. But it was tempting. What was in that letter that Draco wanted to keep secret for a little while?

"Harry, when have I ever broken a promise?" Draco asked him and tried to think of a time when he broke a promise from Harry. Never. He's never broken one of his promises to Harry. He knows not to because he knows how Harry will be affected mentally.

Draco gave the letter to Hedwig when they were in the Owlery and watched as she flew off into the morning light. He looked back at Harry who was staring off into the blue cloudy sky, placed an arm around his waist and pulled him closer.

"Harry, have I ever told you how amazing and beautiful you are?" asked Draco sweetly when tightening his grip on Harry. He wants Harry to remember all the times he tells him how incredible he is because he deserves it a lot! He believes that Harry deserves everything positive in life.

"Yes, multiple times," said Harry, beaming at him under his round spectacles. He makes sure to tell Draco the same thing every now and then too, so the words sink into his blonde Slytherin's head and heart. "Ditto."

Wonderful," said Draco, grinning. "Every day I'm going to compliment you at least once an hour. I apologize if I haven't been doing so already." Harry smiled, shook his head at him and rested his head on Draco's shoulder. He wouldn't mind it at all, with the complimenting and love that's being spread through those couple of words. He loves it, all the compliments.

*****

Harry met Draco and Narcissa outside The Ritz for high tea, and they headed inside the large, grand building, and into what Harry guesses was the wizarding entrance between two large columns which must look like a VIP place to the muggles. The waitress at the serving stand didn't even give them a funny look as Narcissa told her about their booking for "La famille des sorciers: les Malefoy."

Once inside and seated around a white round tableclothed table, Harry stared at the tiny bite-sized finger foods in disbelief when they were served on a lovely round gold-rimmed serving stand. Or maybe it was the full glass of red fruity wine he had that made him see the finger foods as very tiny. They were so small! He understands this is afternoon tea, similar to brunch, but how are these finger foods supposed to make people full? Why would anyone want to feel full before dinner? He ought to do a few laps of jogging around the Manor when they get home.

"Mother, why'd you give Harry another full glass of Pinot Grigio?" Draco asks with a smile as he watches his fiancé zone in and out at the lemon tarts, green pupils getting bigger, then smaller. "You know he's a lightweight. You've gotten him drunk!" The dark-haired man held strongly to his glass of wine as if scared it'd get taken away, though the fear wasn't present on his face.

Narcissa chortled, holding elegantly onto her own glass of red wine. "Oh, he's not drunk," she protests quickly as she looks at her son's lover with a grin. "He's just tipsy!"

Draco snorts as he feeds Cassiopeia some mashed peas. Cassiopeia was finally capable of eating solid foods, just mashed and what reminded Draco of something a Crup chucked up. "Look at him! If he opens his mouth, he'll most likely start drooling over the food he's incapable of picking up. I don't need another baby to feed, one's enough!"

"I'll help him out of here when we leave," Narcissa tells him, then 'cheers' her tiny butterscotch pie with Harry's, Harry grinning as he stuffs the small pie in his mouth. She smiled at him, "A good side-along apparition back home shouldn't hurt him."

"Would you be willing to have vomit on your dress robes? No, I think not," Draco says and smiles at the look of pure disgust that flooded his mother's face for a moment. He looked at Harry and pinched the bridge of his nose with a laugh, Harry was trying to balance a spoon on his nose, to Draco's amusement. "For f-merlin's sake, Harry. Spoons are for eating, not playing with. You absolute wanker."

Harry looked at him and giggled, "I'm your wanker." Draco snorted. With his spoon he repeatedly jabbed it into Draco's arm as he said, "You're really pretty, you know? Like roses and daffodils on a spring's day."

The spoon Harry held flew out of his grip as if Accioed and Cassiopeia giggled as the spoon flew around her head. Harry didn't even seem to notice the loss of a spoon in his hand, he was more focused on Draco.

"Thanks, Harry. You're quite sweet. If I do say so myself, you are quite the ravishing gem!" Draco says just to put a goofy drunk smile on Harry's face which Harry gave him immediately, his green eyes bright and sparkling. He tries to grab at the spoon zooming around their daughter's head while also feeding her. "I do hope you remember that we're engaged to be married."

Harry's green eyes widened. "We're engaged?" he said in surprise, happily. "Oh, we're engaged! I remember engaging to you!" He had the biggest grin on his face that Draco smiled lovingly at.

"Proposing, Harry," Draco corrected him with a laugh. "The correct term would be proposing." He finally had a hold of the spoon above Cassiopeia's head, except her magic was strong, stronger than he thought and as he thought he had the spoon, it flew out of his grip and flew across the room, hitting a gentleman in the forehead and knocking him unconscious.

"Oops," Harry said with a giggle as he watched with glee the gentleman falling off the chair and onto the floor. "What was that bloody spoon made of? Metal?" He looked back at his fiancé, pupils dilated.

"Silver, actually," Draco stated flatly as he turned his attention back to Harry when, who was probably the wife of the gentleman, looked their way with a glare.

"I think it's time to head home," Narcissa said quietly, wincing as she looked away quickly from the scene. "Harry has had more than enough to drink – my fault entirely as the serveur continued to walk past with bottles of Pinot. Cassiopeia might need a nap after that... and I would like one too."

"Yes, alright, let's go," Draco says quickly and started cleaning up any mess on Cassiopeia and Harry. "Come on, Harry. I'll apparate us both back to the Manor and Narcissa can take Cassiopeia. We'll ask the serveur to bag the rest of the nibbles up, so we have treats for Morning Tea tomorrow morning."

Harry grinned at the word treats. Draco smiled at him lovingly. They can take a walk in some gardens another time. 

***** 

Draco realized with concern that Harry had stopped eating some days or, really, he had been skipping some meals. It was lunch Harry was skipping often but sometimes it was breakfast too, and knowing this, he would go looking for his fiancé. He would always find Harry in his living quarters hunched over his desk either scribbling away with his Eagle Owl Quill or fast asleep over marked essays.

Finding Harry fast asleep one lunch break he realized Harry probably is too overwhelmed by the number of essays he has to mark that he forgets to eat. He understands completely what it's like, but he always finds time to mark student's essays and have breaks and eat.

Draco didn't want Harry to develop his old eating habits so every lunchtime he'd fill a plate of different food and take it down to Harry. When it comes to breakfast he makes sure Harry's in the Great Hall, and if he doesn't see Harry enter the Great Hall ten minutes after breakfast has started then he goes looking for him and when he finds him, he drags him down to breakfast or they go to the Kitchens and get something there together.  

*****

Just as quickly as September came around weeks ago, December did too, and with it, even more snow. By now, there was a great blanket of snow lying on the Hogwarts ground and on the roof of the castle. The air became even chillier than the Autumn air, which means it's completely rugging up time.

After a particularly gruelling series of Defence lessons, Harry practically has to drag himself out to his living quarters for a Gryffindor Open House which means he is now available to hear the questions, complaints, worries and problems of any Gryffindor who might want to share them with him. Some of the complaints were just silly, and others... He just thinks those students want to talk to him about Draco and marriage. He literally cannot escape from these questions. It's like his students are giving him a sign: to begin wedding planning.

He finds that a small queue has gathered there. He watches them from the corner for a moment, wondering whether he should just turn and make a run for it, but no he had to do this. The urge to just run away is just irresistible but he must do it.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Harry sweeps past the line and into his rooms, quickly shutting his bedroom and bathroom doors and picking up anything he thinks a student might find a little too interesting. It's alright for McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout, and the like—they have offices in which to perform this task. He has to invite students into his living room and let them... have their problems everywhere.

When he opens the door again, the line seems to have lengthened, and Harry sighs. They're here now, and by the time twenty minutes have passed and he has seen the first two students, he is beginning to relax a little. The first is a panicky fourth-year who wants advice on her NEWT subjects, and the second wants to drop Divination but is convinced that Professor Trelawney will put a curse on him if he does.

Harry is hiding a smile as he lets in the next student, a tiny boy who is now vaguely familiar to him from Defence lessons. Corey Winchester. He clambers onto the spare armchair and stares at Harry, his face pinched with anxiety.

"How can I help you, Mr Winchester?" Harry asks, wondering which subject will be the problem this time.

"Well," Corey Winchester whispers. "It's just that I..."

"Could you speak up, please? I cannot hear you," Harry says quickly, softly.

Corey's dark eyes widen, and he glances around at the closed door. "It's just that... well, it hasn't started."

Harry frowns; the boy seems very nervous. "What hasn't started?"

"My... the other boys said it should have started by now and I'm worried there's.... something wrong with me," Corey says, voice dropping back to a whisper, and Harry is very confused.

"I have no idea what you are talking about," Harry says slowly as he tries to figure out what kids have been telling this young boy that has gotten him so worried. He hoped Corey wasn't getting bullied. "What hasn't started?"

Pained, the boy glances into the fire and then back at Harry. "My period," he whispers.

Harry blinks, uneasiness beginning to creep in. "I beg your Pardon?"

"Do you think it's because I'm so small?" Corey asks, small hands knotted together in his lap.

Harry sighs. The only thing he wants to do right now is to crumble into a pile of ash on the floor and have done with it. But he can't—he has to... oh, good grief.

"Mr Winchester," he begins carefully. "I don't know what your friends have been telling you, but boys do not... er... menstruate."

Corey Winchester's eyes grow large. "What?"

"Boys do not... have periods. The other boys have been teasing you—I admit rather unpleasantly. I would advise you not to give it another thought," Harry says, hoping it's not obvious that he is way out of his depth here and he hopes he wouldn't have to scientifically explain all this. He only knows so much from Year 5 Sex Ed class. "Only girls - women have periods."

"There's not anything wrong with me?" Corey says, a note of hysteria in his voice.

"No, but if you..." Harry trails off as Winchester leaps out of his chair and dashes for the door, expression caught somewhere between relief and righteous indignation.

"Thanks, Professor!" he calls and slams the door behind him. Harry slumps back in his chair and covers his face with his hands.

"Next!" Harry calls. What an awkward conversation... In comes a young blonde girl with an uneasy smile and sits down in the chair. First she crosses her legs and gives him a polite smile, but then she's mansplaining her legs and looking at him with a pissed expression. Her arm was moving uncontrollably, in a not normal way, and twitching.

This girl wasn't ok. Harry knew something was up. He recognizes her, she's a 3rd year but the last time he taught her she was like any other teenage girl, laughing and talking to her classmates and her arm definitely weren't twitching like it was now. 

"P-Poppy, sir. I ran out of my pills," she says quietly, voice low. Harry raised a brow, waiting for more, taking his eyes off her twitching arm. She began to list a bunch of muggle medications that Harry didn't know of besides, "Antihistamine, Dopamine, Citalopram, and antidepressants."

"Okay," Harry nodded. He didn't know how he could help her. "Can't you Owl your parents and ask them to send you the medication? I'm certain they can do that. If you really need the medication they should be sending you refills."

"If I don't take my meds I start seeing things," Poppy says, with a dazed look over Harry's shoulder. She ran a hand through her straight blonde hair, "I have seizures that last a few minutes, I hear voices. It looks like I'm being possessed by a demon sometimes, that's what my little sister says."

Harry noticed her off demeanour. She's a young girl who isn't acting like a young girl at all. She's not trans either or he'd have known when he started teaching. It's like she keeps resetting and she's a completely different person every now and then. "When exactly was the last time that you've taken your pills?" he asks her seriously. He doesn't need a student having a seizure and not knowing what to do in the situation.

"About a week ago," Poppy said with a grin as if she was happy about it. "I guess I can Owl my parents about getting my next prescriptions. I need them, I don't need to go through what I went through last year."

"I want you to go directly to Madam Pomfrey and tell her of your condition," Harry tells her in a firm tone. "You must tell her what you go through and maybe she'll give you something to calm your conditions. Then, write to your family about needing the prescription."

Poppy nods. "Thank you, Professor." She was out of the room with a hobble. Harry sighed at the door that closed behind her. He felt sorry for her, going through what he understood as mental illnesses that needed medication to help her function. Surely there were Potions to help her. 

*****

Draco needed to show Harry a little something, which he wanted to save for their fifth-year anniversary but wanted to show Harry today. He stalked the corridors of Hogwarts, checking Harry's classroom but found nothing, the grounds of Hogwarts and nothing. Sighing, he figured Harry would be in his living quarters, and that's exactly where he went.

Harry was in his living quarters in Gryffindor Tower lying on the bed and having a nap. Draco smiled lovingly and quietly joined him, not wanting to wake him up as he wanted to rest with him. He pressed a light kiss to his lover's forehead when lying next to him and reached up to push back the fringe covering Harry's faint lightning bolt scar. The scar that told a story.

"Harry?" Draco whispers to his sleeping fiancé, and his hand continuously pushes back Harry's fluffy fringe again. Green eyes shot open, and a perfect symmetrical smile was etched slowly onto the Gryffindor's mouth. "Hello and good afternoon, my darling Harry. You've slept all day!" Harry looked out the window over Draco's shoulder, seeing as it's still morning and he snorted and looked up at his lover with a tired smile. "I want to show you something. It might be a little saddening to see, but I hope you'll like it."

Harry sat up on the bed and gave Draco a curious look, his eyebrows raising, and he hoped the Slytherin would admit a few things. "Hmm?" he mutters quietly. "Are you finally going to tell me what you have been keeping from me too?"

Draco frowned a little at that. There are no other secrets besides the fact that his father wants to be traditional with the Malfoy engagement rings when it comes to him and Harry. He shook his head, "No, not that. But like I said before, I promise to tell or ask you that soon."

Harry furrowed his brows, confused but still a little curious about this. "Ask me? So, it's a question, not a secret?"

Draco nodded and smiled. "Yes, maybe it's a question," he says with a longing look in his face. "But right now, I want to show you something. Are you ready?"

Harry smiled and leaned in for a quick kiss. Captivated by Draco's taste, he finally said against the blonde's lips, "Let's see this thing you want to show me."

Draco smiled and got off the bed, which he then walked over to the Floo. "This calls for a two-way travel if you would Floo to your father's house and wait for me there." Harry smiled at him as he gave him a quick kiss, then he put on his brand new black robe that he waited until the colder months to wear then Flooed to his father's house. Draco followed in after Harry, and when he arrived in his godfather's living room with still no Severus or Remus in sight, he asked Harry for his hand in apparition. Once Harry's hand gripped onto his arm tightly, he apparated to Godric's Hollows, not in front of Harry's old house, but in front of the graveyard.

"Now, you can forfeit before you go in," Draco says, knowing what's inside could probably burst Harry into tears. He didn't really want that, but this gift to Harry he hoped would make him a little happier.

Harry looked at him, puzzled about why it could be so bad to see his blood parents' headstone in the graveyard. "Whatever it is, I'm ready. Draco, please."

Draco gave a nod, admiring the little golden snitches on either side of Harry's shoulder for a moment and with a hand around Harry's waist, he walked towards Harry's parent's gravestone on the other side of the graveyard. He could feel Harry's hesitation as they stood to the side of Lily and James Potter's gravestone, looking down at the large grey headstone that he, with a little help from his mother, had gotten for his uncle.

Harry could feel the tears in his eyes when staring at the grey headstone. Underneath the description, 'Sirius Black. A loving cousin, uncle, and godfather,' was a carving of the Sirius dog star. Behind the headstone was a large black dog.

Harry stared at the stone statue of a life-sized Padfoot. "Good Merlin, Draco," he gasped, really surprised about all of this that's for him. "I love it!" He crouched down to study the stone black dog, who looked a lot like Padfoot. He looked back up at Draco, smiled with tears streaming down his face, and threw his arms around him when standing up. "I love you so much, Draco."

Draco smiled and gave him a kiss on the neck. "I love you too, Harry," he said against Harry's neck which he had full access to right now. He'll leave the neck kisses that he knows would melt Harry into lustful goo later on.

This was incredible, but yes, definitely a little sad to Harry. The gravestone, that is. Not Draco's kissing - the blonde's lips shooed away the sadness. Looking back up into stormy grey eyes, he asked, "Was this all your idea?"

Draco nodded slowly, really hoping he didn't hurt Harry much. It pained him when he saw tears in his lover's eyes, even if they made those gorgeous green eyes sparkle like emeralds in a white room. "It's ok?"

Harry just smiled at him and nodded his head. He was so happy about this, but also quite sad. "I'm very pleased about this, Draco," he said in a low voice as he stared at the dog statue. "I love it! I just wish I had a body to bury."

"I know, Harry," Draco said carefully and rubbed Harry's arms up and down gently. "I'm glad you like it. It was supposed to be an anniversary gift, but I thought that it would have been quite a sad one. Instead, I got you something much better for our fifth-year anniversary."

Harry rested his head on Draco's collarbone, his hands around Draco's waist, and he just looked down at Sirius' grave. If only Sirius was here to see this, or Harry hoped Sirius would be looking down at him and Draco. He doesn't believe in heaven or hell, the concept of those two realms anyway. "Thank you for this, Draco," he says softly. "It means so much to me."

"This isn't the only thing, Harry," Draco then tells him, a look of satisfaction rose on his face and with it a proud smile. "I have done you a favour, let's just say. Mother helped me with it."

"Pardon? There's more?" Harry looks up at him, astonished. He thought this headstone was the only thing Draco would surprise him with, but apparently not.

"Time for a trip to Malfoy Manor," Draco says and looks around the cemetery and out onto the street, and Harry holds onto him tightly around the arm for apparition.

They end up at the gates outside of Malfoy Manor, Harry points his wand at the large iron emblem of the Malfoy crest and the gates open up for them. He grins, it's always fun doing that, opening the gates of Malfoy Manor. Draco leads Harry past the gates and tall, lush hedges and towards his family's old Manor.

"Nice golden snitches, Harry. I do endure your sleeves with my initials on them but what if someday I chose to become a Potter," Draco says, and Harry grins at him and shrugs. "Don't get your hopes up too high though."

"If it comes to that then I'll order new robes with my husband's initials on them," Harry said with pure happiness in his tone as he slipped his hand into Draco's mittened warm one and stepped closer to him to stay warm in the chilly air. 

Draco smiles, delighted as he basks in Harry's warmth and love. "When are we going to start planning-" 

"My Harry and Draco!" Narcissa beams as she opens the large doors of the Manor with Cassiopeia in her arms. "Do come in out of the cold. We have the fireplace going in the Lounge Room and our bedrooms."

"A warm fireplace? Yes, please!" Harry said as he walks in and gave Narcissa a hug and a kiss on the cheek, then he took baby Cassiopeia from her grasp and hugged her to his chest, grinning as she smiled and let out a gurgling giggle.

"Mother," Draco says warmly as he hugs her tightly and smiles lovingly at his fiancé and baby daughter. "What have you both gotten up to today? Any more funny stories of chasing peacocks?"

Amongst the many questions that Narcissa answered as best as she could, they spent a few moments with Narcissa and Cassiopeia before Draco had to remind them of the last surprise for Harry.

Narcissa joins them as Draco leads them to the Malfoy Gallery Hall. Harry held Cassiopeia to his chest, entering the Gallery Hall with his family and scanned the room. That's when he noticed the portrait. "Good grief, she was irritating and rude when it came to someone's blood status. Thanks for getting rid of her."

Walburga Black glared down at Harry from her Portrait. She then began to open her mouth as if to scream, and Harry winced, ready to her hear loud voice but nothing came out. It was as if she had been Silencioed. Thank Merciful Merlin!

Draco laughed. "You're welcome. Walburga Black can remain here, it's best if she does." He smirked at her sour expression, "She'll be shunned by my ancestors for eternity and silenced."

"There was a very powerful permanent sticking charm on her portrait," Narcissa said with a grimace up at her aunt. "Had to get Andromeda to help me get it off. Thank Merlin it wasn't as strong since Walburga's passing weakened it over the years. We silenced her too, until I feel like she deserves to be able to talk again. She can scream as much as she wants but it won't affect us."

Walburga stopped silently screaming in her portrait and looked down at the baby girl in Harry's arms. Cassiopeia looked up at the portrait with a smile, and Walburga first sneered at the tiny baby with blonde hair and green eyes, but then her face softened as Cassiopeia began to chuckle.

"Shunned?" Harry says, confused. What could the Malfoy Family portraits say about Sirius' mother? "What for? Besides being a Death Eater and all."

"Incest, let's say," Narcissa says immediately, looking away from the portrait of her aunt and now at her granddaughter with an adoring smile. "She and her husband were second cousins."

"Eww," Harry says, nose wrinkling as he glares at Walburga's portrait. "Why would she do that? At least she had Sirius... That's the main thing. He was brilliant!"

"You'd be surprised, Harry," Narcissa said. "Some Purebloods want to stay pure, so they meddle around looking for another Pure-blooded family, but some marry their cousins to keep the Pureblood line going." Harry grimaced at that.

"Sirius was brilliant," Draco agreed with a nod. "We also figured it would be best to put the portrait of Sirius' family in this room too." He pointed to the portrait next to Walburga's portrait.

Harry looked up at Sirius' family portrait, at Sirius as a younger bloke, to the bloke standing next to Sirius but younger who was Regulus Articus Black, and the boy's parents. They all looked unhappy in the portrait. At least the portrait wasn't gathering up dust at 12 Grimmauld Place; that place rarely gets used.

Draco stood behind Harry and placed his arms around him with a smile. He pressed a deep kiss into Harry's neck and Harry leaned back into the blonde's embrace, enjoying the glare of disgust Walburga was giving them. "Narcissa, why don't you take Cassiopeia downstairs so Draco and I can give Walburga a nice show."

"Narcissa chuckles as she takes Cassiopeia from Harry's arms. "Alright," she says with a humoured tone. "But remember she's not the only portrait in this gallery! You don't want to show them too much."

Just as Narcissa leaves the room Harry pulls Draco in for a kiss but the blonde had other plans, he backed Harry up against the wall in between Walburga's portrait and the Black Family portrait. Harry chuckled in the kiss, his hands moving around the blonde's body and down to his arse cheeks.

Harry moaned as he felt Draco press himself into his groin, but he didn't feel so comfortable giving the portraits of Draco's ancestors a show. He'd rather a nice room in private or to be outside. The blonde pushed him gently down against the wall until his back was pressed against the cold floor and Harry felt cold snow under his fingers but felt warmth around them as if a warming charm was cast. He opened his eyes at once, seeing Draco crawling on top of him and the sky. When did they come outside? He didn't care about how they got outside when they had just been inside, all he did care about was his fiancé and loving him.

Narcissa watched from the sitting room on the second floor as her son and Harry were down in the snow and...undressing themselves. Good Merlin! What if they both catch a cold?! She doesn't want that. Now her son was waving his wand in the air and... slightly disappearing. It was a disillusionment charm, as she registered. "Ah, to be young again," she whispers and looked down at Cassiopeia sleeping on her furry yellow mat with a beige blanket over her tiny body to keep her warm.

She cares too much for her son and future sons-in-law's health and safety that she stormed out of the room, down the long hallways, down the grand staircase and out the back door to the invisible boys.

She heard a moan and hesitated, but she kept on going towards them. "Boys!" she spat and glared at the place she knew her son and Harry were. "If you want to do that go inside and do it on a nice warm bed away from the freezing snow. I don't want you both catching a cold!"

Harry flushed when staring up at her, his muscles were spasming around Draco's cock which was seated inside him. He looked back at Draco who was smirking up at Narcissa. He wriggled down on Draco's cock, wanting him to move again and to continue the heaven they were in seconds ago before they were interrupted.

Draco let out a low moan but covered it up by biting his lip hard. "Sorry mother and we will do." Frowning, he gave Harry one last hard thrust in which gave him a pleasing moan from Harry, then pulled out of him. How he wished his mother didn't come to disturb them, he could have came inside Harry already while hearing the most beautiful manly moans coming from his lover.

Harry sighed and began to get dressed as Draco did the same. When Narcissa saw that clothes were being put on, she cast the counter curse on them until they reappeared again, and her face softened. "Now go to your room and do that."

Draco, with a smirk and a hand around Harry's waist, walked back into the Manor while trying to ignore the impulses his own dick was giving him to be back inside Harry again. Harry was the same, but the need for Draco to be back inside him sent shivers down his spine. What definitely shook him a little was having Narcissa telling him and Draco off. He hoped he didn't anger her or anything. Besides, he and Draco were trying to have some heavenly fun.

*****

The twelve Christmas trees were being set up in the Great Hall, so were the decorations being placed in the corridors, up the stairs, in the great Hall and common rooms. Harry and Draco helped out in decorating each other's common rooms and living quarters together, and when they were finished, they were lying on Harry's red quilted bed together with their legs woven together and feet brushing and stroking against each other's.

Draco was anxious about Christmas, but he knows he shouldn't be. It's all that mistletoe the students are putting up. What if Harry gets stuck under the mistletoe with a bloody student? The thought was terrifying and utterly horrible. He was just planning on staying by Harry's side the whole two weeks until Christmas holidays and if he can't, he'd be in his classroom or living quarters or at home with their Cassiopeia.

Draco ran his foot up and down Harry's leg gently while he kissed him with a gentle slide of lips. Harry was letting out little 'Mmmms' in the kiss with his blonde man, loving when Draco massages his leg in this way. A hoot was heard, and Hedwig came flying into the bedroom and landed in the small gap in between Harry and Draco. Both men chuckled in the kiss as they felt the snowy white owl beside them, and Harry petted her while he and Draco continued kissing.

Draco's hand raised up to cup Harry's cheek in the kiss that turned passionate, but then he felt a sharp pain on his inner thigh which made him hiss and break out of the kiss. "Hedwig, that hurts! Get off my- prick," he lied and moved her gently off. Hedwig wasn't even near his prick. He just wants Harry to undress him.

Harry frowned at Hedwig and rubbed at Draco's prick from under the jeans the blonde was wearing. Touching him even made him hard. Good lord. "Hedwig, please get out so I can kiss my fiancé better."

Hedwig tilted her heard to the side, blinked her yellow eyes at them, but did as her friend said. She flew out of the room and back onto her perch in the living room.

Harry sighed happily and started unbuttoning and unzipping Draco's fly, which he then pulled down the blonde's white boxers and took out this cock. He grabbed the base and studied it from the crown to the base, looking for anything in particular like scrapes or scratches. There was nothing. He looked up at Draco into his silver eyes and knew he lied. "Merlin, Draco. You're a little git aren't you."

Draco smirked at him, loving the little insults that don't really mean much. "Only for you, my little sexy lion."

"I am not little," Harry said matter of factly, because he wasn't little. No, he was not. But Draco's smirk just widened.

"I'm taller than you, though," he said, not in a teasing way but with sincerely.

"Only by an inch!" Harry protested and gestured what an inch was to Draco. Draco just laughed, making Harry roll his eyes at him. Draco then moaned as he felt lips leave light kisses on the head of his dick and he tilted his head back. Harry's kisses turned sloppy and wet as he licked off the pre-come leaking from the head.

Harry's tongue danced around the head, then licked its way down Draco's length. Harry gave kisses to Draco's groin, and he breathes in the blonde Slytherin's musky scent from down at the little blonde curls on his groin. His tongue carried on dancing up and down the blonde's length, he could have came already from the throaty moan Draco let out. He slid his mouth back up to the head, sucking at the crown and the Slytherin bucked his hips up, wanting more of Harry's hot wet mouth coating his dick and that's exactly what Harry gave him. He took Draco into his mouth and descended down the hardening shaft a little, raised up until he was sucking on the head, then slid his mouth down the shaft again but further.

Harry began the process of deepthroating Draco and humming on his cock which sent pleasured tingles through the blonde Slytherin's groin and made him moan throatily. He swirled his tongue around the flushed head, lapping up excess pre-come. But just as Harry picked up speed, and was about to stroke him, the bell rang, and he groaned on Draco's cock.

Draco whimpered from that groan which vibrated through him and swore as he wanted Harry to finish off the job. "Fuck, Harry. Just finish it-" Harry got to it immediately and finished off his job, moaning when Draco came inside his mouth only seconds later and he eagerly swallowed everything of Draco's salty sweet spunk.

Harry crawled up to Draco and kissed him, wanting to be fucked by his boyfriend but knew he couldn't. Not until class finishes, which they still need to get to. While the kiss became soft, Harry was putting Draco's cock back inside his white boxers and zipped him up. "We better go," he said when pulling away from the kiss.

Draco sighed, wishing he had more time with Harry. He cast a quick mouth cleansing charm on Harry's mouth then put his shoes on and headed to class with a smirking Harry by his side.

*****

Harry, during his lunch break, decided to visit Lucius in Azkaban again. He really doesn't want Lucius to be in Azkaban at all, even if he was on the side of Voldemort for years. He deserves to be free, and to not be locked up in a damned jail cell for five more years. Thanks to Auror Golbach, he was apparated to Azkaban and went towards Lucius' cell. But he asked the Auror to give him and Lucius some privacy, which he thankfully got. 

"Hello, Lucius," Harry made his presence known again by stepping forward and curling his hands around the bars. He felt a bit woozy knowing the Dementors were around. "How are you doing?"

Lucius smiled at Harry from his bed, and he walked over to him. "Hello, Mr Potter. Or has that changed?" He glanced at Harry's fingers for a second, obviously looking for rings but there still were none. "I guess not."

Harry smirked and shook his head. "Besides the one on Draco's finger," he reminded him, but he had a feeling Lucius didn't really care about the ring he proposed to Draco with. He doesn't mind if Lucius has his traditional beliefs, he just has his own and wants to marry Draco in the way they decide on. "Look, I understand you want me to use the heirloom rings to propose to Draco with, but I've already proposed to him. It was five months ago. I'm sorry."

Lucius nodded slowly as his grey eyes looked down at the floor of his cell. "Sorry, Harry, I'm a very traditional man," he said in a low regretful voice. Harry felt a little bad now, he felt guilty, and he disliked it.

"Soon, Lucius," Harry decided to say just to make the older Malfoy flash a hint of a smile at him. Although, he doesn't exactly know if that would come true. He's happy with the proposal he gave Draco, he doesn't need to give Draco another proposal. Maybe when they're around 30 with a few more kids he'll ask Draco to marry him again.

Lucius looked at him in disbelief but left it aside for now. "Harry... have you ever thought about having more than one kid with my son?" he asked him with what appears to be earnestly. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Having more kids with Draco?" Harry says, but he knows he has been thinking about kids with Draco previously. Like that time when he and Draco were having sex on that beach in Australia, the thought of having another kid had come into his head at the time. "Yes, actually, I have. I'd love to give Cassy some siblings to piss each other off as they grow up together." He frowned as he said, "But we both know birthing potions are quite rare, and I don't want to go through what Draco did with the gender swap potion we managed to brew."

"The potions are pretty common in Norway and Sweden, Harry," Lucius said, smiling at Harry's sudden change of thought about Birthing Potions. "Or elsewhere around the world. You just need to know where to look."

"Wait... so you're saying Draco, and I can easily..." Harry paused and smiled, thinking about Cassiopeia having siblings. The thought was exciting!

"Yes, Harry," said Lucius, nodding. "In fact, since I saw that photo of you and Draco dancing at the Yule Ball years ago, I just knew by the look in both of your eyes that you would be with each other for a very long time." Harry smiled at that memory. "So, I travelled around the world during my spare time and searched the wizarding libraries for their potion books." He paused and smiled, "I found it, I started making the potion."

Harry stared at him and took this all in. He just couldn't believe this. He could make more babies with Draco, whenever he wants to, whenever Draco wants to. Oh, he so wanted to tell Draco this! Maybe he should keep it a secret... "I don't want Cassy growing up alone without siblings," he mutters as he remembers how lonely it was at the Dursleys. Dudley was pretty much just a bully, and he felt so alone in the home. He thought about Draco and Casiopeia to rid his mind of the dark memories. "I understand how lonely it is."

"You better produce a male heir for my son, Harry," Lucius said seriously, but then his features tuned soft, and he smiled again. "I've finished the potion and have stored them in the wine cellar. There are about five batches of the potion, but of course, I'm not expecting you to have five more kids with my son. That would be hell for all of us, having five kids running amuck in the Manor."

Harry laughed at that thought of having five kids breaking things, hiding, tripping over unexpected victims and being hell. A few kids would sound nice, just not more than five. "Would you let me give my other gay best friends the extra potions? I'm sure they'd like to have kids one day."

"I would like that, Harry, to give others the privilege to create children of their own," said Lucius fondly. He's forgotten how generous and nice Harry is. "So, do you want to create siblings for my beautiful little granddaughter?"

"Yes!" Harry beamed with excitement, knowing he will want this for his daughter in the near future. "I'd love to, and I know Draco would too. We've actually talked about it."

"Marvelous!" said Lucius, beaming. "Now, if you ever want to make more birthing potions there is a black diary of mine which I've written down the ingredients and directions to making the potion in the Manor in my office. It's in the third drawer on the right side of my desk and should be on page 40. The potion requires a couple of hours to brew, but if you know what you're doing, then it should be easy."

"Okay, but are there any side effects of the potion?" Harry asks him, knowing he would need to know the side effects in case they're somehow dangerous. He doesn't want to hurt his insides in the process of being able to become pregnant. He trusts Lucius. 

"Um..." A sudden glint in Lucius's eyes appeared. Harry didn't know what it was. "Well, yes. But it's not painful or harmful. It actually starts after you take the potion. When you take it, for the day, you will feel a little weird. Nothing bad is actually happening, it's actually when your body will make room for a...womb and eggs. Oh, and you'll get a period." The glint appeared back in Lucius's grey eyes again.

"A what?!" Harry asked loudly. He thought he heard wrong.

"A monthly cycle, yes," Lucius said with a faint smile and a nod. "A menstrual cycle."

Harry hoped Lucius was joking. He doesn't want to bleed from his arse. That's... terrifying!

"I may have asked one of my friends to try the Potion out just to make sure it doesn't harm anyone if they take it," said Lucius. He started fiddling with his fingers, a habit that has found its way to him. "So far, nothing has happened to my friend beside the fact that he would be more than six months pregnant by now if he and his male lover made love. The amount of potion you need to consume is half a cup. Anything under it, it will be harder to fall pregnant. Anything over it doesn't really matter, so I guess you can have more than a cup."

"Oh," said Harry flatly, "So, anything else I need to know? Like about nutrients or something?"

Lucius shook his head. "Once you fall pregnant, and you tell my wife, she'll help you as best as she can with nutrients and the like," he said to reassure the younger male that it'll all be fine. "As you know, drinking a cup of milk once a week is required for the health of the baby."

Harry nods. He likes milk, its great with coffee and hot chocolate, and in cereals! But then he thought about Draco. He knows Draco doesn't like milk and he remembers watching Draco drink it when he was pregnant. "So, how do I get to this place you've stored the birthing potions?" Harry then asks him, wondering if there's some secret passageway under the Manor that probably has a lava pit for intruders. The thought made him shiver spitefully.

"I'm sure you know where the basement is, Harry," said Lucius, and Harry nodded. He began to tell Harry exactly where to go in the Manor and how to find the Potions he brewed. Harry was baffled with how he had to find the wine cellar.

"How long does the potion, once taken, last for?" Harry asks. What if he takes the potion in a month, and he and Draco wouldn't have sex for several months, which is impossible since they have it at least once or twice in two weeks. He just needs to know...

"It lasts until...you know, when you have sexual intercourse with my son," said Lucius, flushing at the words he's speaking. Harry blushed, adverting his eyes away from the older man. "Once he...umm...impregnates you after sex, then the potion won't work after giving birth. You'll have to take another birthing potion if you want another kid."

"So, what you're saying is I'll be vulnerable to becoming pregnant for an entire year or more if I don't try to create a baby with your son?" Harry asks. Lucius nods.

"Yes, you'll practically be just like a woman until you and my son, you know..." said Lucius and trailed off. His pale complexion only made his flush darken in colour, and Harry smiles, knowing who Draco gets it from.

Harry nods and checks the time on his watch. He sighed as he had around six minutes left. "I'm afraid I have to leave if I want to make it on time to my lesson," he says.

"Harry, you're forgetting one thing," said Lucius, smiling slightly. Harry looked up at him from his watch ticking away.

"What's that?" Harry asks, furrowing his brows curiously. Surely there isn't any more information about these potions he really wants to get his hands on.

"Don't you want to ask me where your father is?"

Harry hesitates for a minute and looks down at the floor, puzzled. Then he looks back up at Lucius and asks, "You know where Severus and Remus are?"

Lucius nods. "Haven't you seen the signs, Harry?" He asks him gently. "Severus is my friend... You should have seen him drink milk a few times, his stomach would have expanded."

Harry took at least a minute of thinking hard about what Lucius said until he understood. His eyes widen at this information, and he smiles. "He's having a baby?" He could have laughed. Severus Snape, his father but also scary dungeon bat of a professor was pregnant.

"I asked him if he would try it for you just in case of... anything. It is safe for all ages and uses," Lucius told him. "He didn't ask for the potion, to let you know. It wasn't his will, but he did it for both you and Draco."

Harry smiled because he's going to be a brother to either a girl or boy! He's not even angry that Lucius asked Severus to test out the potion. Oh god, it means Teddy is going to be a half-brother too! "This certainly has been quite the lunch break," he said happily at this great news. "Thank you so much, Lucius, for telling me this. It's been a bit of a surprise, especially about Severus. But you said you know where they are..." Lucius nods.

"I rather would not say, Harry," said Lucius carefully and looked down at him with his silver eyes. "Maybe they want to come back with a baby to surprise everyone with. Moreover, it is best if Severus had little stress to deal with."

Harry smiles and nodded, "Alright. Well, I must be off then. It was lovely seeing you again, Lucius."

"Yes, likewise, and farewell, Harry," said Lucius quickly as Harry asked the Auror to come forth for apparition.

"Goodbye!" Then Harry turned to the Auror and was apparated back to the ministry. He didn't even thank the Auror as millions of thoughts rushed through his head about becoming pregnant with Draco's baby when apparating back to Hogwarts.

-

During Harry's talk with Lucius in Azkaban, Draco Floo'd home to see his mother, who he found in the dining room eating a ham sandwich. Cassiopeia was being spoon fed some mushed carrots. "Good-err-" Draco checked the time with a Tempus. "Afternoon, mother," he finished with a smile as he sat down.

"Oh, hello, my Dragon," Narcissa said, beaming as she levitated the giant plate filed with sandwiches to her son. "Harry's visiting your father, isn't he? He'll be both your father's soon, yes?"

Draco nodded, and his smile widened at the mention of Harry. "That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about, mother. Harry. Only Harry."

"Oh, is it?" Narcissa asked, her delicate eyebrows raising in curiosity. "Why don't you spill the tea, son."

Draco looked his mother in the eye as he said, "I want to marry Harry. Even though I endured the proposal Harry gave me I want to put a smile on Father's face. I know he wants to do it traditionally, so I thought, why not propose to Harry somewhere in public so we can officially come out as engaged. I want to come out to the world; I think I'm ready."

Narcissa beamed, dropped her half-eaten sandwich, and went around the table for a tight hug with her son. "Thank Merlin!" she had tears in her eyes as she leans out of the hug, but her hand remains on her son's shoulder. "But are you certain you're ready? The Daily Prophet will immediately publish it, and everyone will know." She kissed her son on the forehead as he nods firmly. "Please, do marry him. It would be such an honour to be his mother-in-law."

"Will you come with me to receive the rings, mother?" Draco asks her softly as he stops the spoon floating in the air from feeding Cassiopeia any more food, her mouth smeared with carrot mush. 

"I would love to, Draco," Narcissa said excitedly and summoned a cloth, dabbing away at Cassiopeia's mouth to wipe away the food. "Let's not stick around the dining table for too long, we have rings to fetch!"

Draco smiled at her as he stood up from his seat and picked up Cassiopeia out of her feeding chair, holding her by his hip and Scourgifying away any stains on her white frilly jumpsuit. He headed with his mother to the second floor of the Manor to the portrait of his mother's great Godmother. The portrait opened as his mother pointed her wand at the portrait and cast a non-verbal Alohomora, and they walked into the room.

Draco went over to the glass case which held the two rings in it, and he opened it with a simple Alohomora. He grabbed out the grey ring box and Narcissa opened it up for him, smiling at the two engagement rings inside. Is he really going to do this? Yes. He has to. He must.

"So, when are you going to do this? You know you don't have to; Lucius should just deal with Harry's proposal. He'll get over it soon," Narcissa told him calmly, but Draco could tell she was hiding all her excitement and happiness under her 'mask'. Draco shrugs, not knowing when he'll do this.

"Maybe sometime after the Christmas break," he said and the thought of doing so enthralled him. He couldn't wait to see the look on Harry's face when he proposes to him in public, maybe even in Hogwarts, whenever that will be. "What do you think?" He asks his baby daughter who looked up at him, blinking slowly with a toothless grin. Draco smiled and kissed her forehead.

"Oh good, that's only a week away," Narcissa said and closed up the glass case. "Make sure you hide those rings in a place where Harry cannot find them. Like somewhere in your living quarters at Hogwarts, in a secret compartment if you know of any."

"I know, mother," said Draco, smiling widely. If only Blaise started Hogwarts early, then he could give the rings to him for safe keeping. "I'll find someplace for the rings. I actually might head back to Hogwarts before Harry does so I can find someplace to hide the rings."

"Alright," Narcissa embraced him into a quick little hug, which surprised Draco a little but hugged her back with an arm, the other arm holding Cassiopeia. "I'm so proud of you, Draco. I'm so proud to be your mother, and your father is proud too."

"I'm proud to be your son," Draco responds back sweetly and rubs at her back. "I'm proud to marry Harry, whenever that will happen. That reminds me, you haven't started planning the wedding, have you?"

"What name will you choose?" Narcissa asked him, leaning out of the hug an inch so she could look her son in the eye. She didn't answer his question, so Draco knew her answer. He should have known. She's probably got the venue all sorted out already, knowing her.

Draco shrugged, readjusting Cassiopeia on his hip to a more comfortable place. "I'm not too sure, mother," he says with wonder, thinking about it deeply. "I honestly would like to leave that option for Harry to decide."

"That's so sweet," Narcissa said warmly and cupped her sons face. She couldn't help herself. "Oh, my little Dragon's all grown up!" She gave his forehead a kiss and grinned at him, then at Cassiopeia. "Oh, my beautiful granddaughter!"

"Now, I must head back to Hogwarts, mother," Draco said, and first he raises Cassiopeia from his hip up into his arms, hugging her tightly and giving her soft cheek multiple kisses.

"Oh, alright," Narcissa said, taking Cassiopeia from him when he was done hugging her. "Off you go then, before I start hugging you again."

Draco smirked, kissed his mother on the cheek and headed to the lounge room Floo. After throwing the Floo powder in, and Flooing to his living quarters, he immediately went for a stroll around the place to find somewhere to hide the ring box. He finally found a place to hide the rings which he is sure Harry won't find. He went to his dresser, crouched down and pulled the bottom left drawer out of its shelf. He's seen it be done on a muggle TV show he watched with Harry back when they were living in the muggle world.

Draco placed the ring box containing the rings into the space under the drawer's shelf then slid the drawer cupboard back in. Smiling at his great hiding spot, he went to his classroom that starts in a few minutes.

*****

Harry Flooed to Malfoy Manor during another one of his lunch breaks to check out these birthing potions as he knew Draco was with Blaise, Pansy and Neville. He spotted Narcissa in the lounge room, and since he didn't know where Lucius' office was, he needed a little help getting there.

"Narcissa?" Harry called into the lounge room softly, and when Draco's mother looked up and smiled at him from her favourite chaise, dressed in lovely robes of her favourite greens, he smiled back. She had Cassiopeia on her lap and a few teddies floated around the baby girl's head, her tiny hands reaching up to grasp at the floating teddies.

"Hello Harry," Narcissa said as she gestured him over with a nod. He went over to them and sat down beside the blonde witch and his daughter. She gave him a one-armed hug, which surprised Harry. "What brings you here on this wonderful evening?"

"Can you take me up to Lucius' office?" Harry asked her suddenly. "He wants me to have a look through his diary at a few spells I can teach my students." He didn't want to lie to her, but he had to keep these potions a secret. 

Narcissa looked unsure for a second, but then she nodded as she hands him his baby. "Alright," she says and leads him upstairs, Harry holding Cassiopeia to his chest. "Lucius never lets anybody into his office, but since he gave you permission, I can't say no."

Harry smiles at her when being taken up to the second story of the Manor until they reached a large hardwood door that Narcissa opened with her wand and led him inside. Harry goes over to the right side of Lucius' large black antique desk and opens the third bottom drawer with a flick of his wand. There, he sees the black diary which he summons onto the desk, observes the binder, and opens it to page 40. Lucius' cursive writing is very neat, and Harry can understand it fully. 

Harry can clearly see the ingredients he would need and the directions in making the birthing potion. He looked up at the doorway and sighs in relief when he doesn't see Narcissa there. "It's best if she doesn't know, hm?" he whispers to Cassiopeia who looked at him after examining the room. He smiles at her green eyes and wonders if she would need glasses like he did growing up. "Looks like we have a cellar to explore now. I'm glad I'm not going alone."

He closed the drawer and made sure to close the door of Lucius' office when he exited. He knows where the basement is, but it's all the way under the grand staircase. Quickly, he made his way to the front of the Manor carrying Cassy in one arm and Lucius' diary following behind him and entered the black door under the grand staircase that goes down to the basement.

Harry stalked the basement until he found Lucius' favourite sitting area with the two mirrors. Apparently, he could tell if one mirror was fake or not, so he looked himself in the first mirror. He only saw his reflection. The second mirror was the same. Hold up...

Harry could see, if he squinted his eyes a little, a tunnel behind the mirror. With his free hand, he ran his fingertips along the side of that mirror and pulled on it. It was the secret door and Lucius was right, it was very dark inside. So dark that there could be something at the end watching him. "No, don't get scared, Harry," he told himself in a whisper as he stepped into the dark tunnel. Suddenly, a light flickered and came on which brightened the tunnel up fully. Harry smiled and wandered down the tunnel until he came into a very large room with wine barrels as tall as himself.

"Wow," he says with awe, watching Cassiopeia examining the room in all directions. "It's my first time down here too." Focus. He looked to the corner on the other side of the large room and saw a barrel with the number 67 on it. From that barrel, he faced opposite the barrel he was facing and surely enough, barrel 64 was in his sight.

Harry closed his hand around the barrels door handle and took a deep breath. He trusts Lucius with his life, and if this barrel turns out to be full of wine, then he and Cassiopeia will be flooded with wine. If it seemed so he'd apparate them out of there instantly.

With a push down, the barrel's door opened, and Harry waited for the giant flood of wine. Nothing happened. With a sigh of relief, Harry walked inside and was met with a room about the size of his own classroom back at Hogwarts but filled with potion equipment and ingredients. He needs to find a wooden cabinet at the back of the room; he easily spotted it but first placed Lucius' diary down by the long black table, then made his way to the cabinet which his nerves were filling his insides at the potion that he knew was on the inside that could change his life, Cassiopeia's and Draco's forever.

He opened the cabinet doors and that's when he saw them. Five light blue pear-shaped flasks stared back at him with a little description in Lucius' handwriting that read 'Birthing Potion'. Harry grabs one and takes off the cork with a tap of his wand. He curiously sniffs it and hmms as it smells like mint. 

Harry thought to himself, does he want to have another kid now? When Cassiopeia is just over five months old now. He does want it. He wants siblings for his first-born. Fuck it, let's do this. He's a Gryffindor, he does things first before thinking it over. Maybe he will regret what he was about to do but he didn't mind, not really.

So, he grabbed a measuring cup he found and poured a cup full of the potion. He placed the flask which was half full back in the cabinet and grabbed the measuring cup. He smiled and took a deep breath. Goodbye masculinity for around nine months.

"Ready to have siblings?" Harry asked his first-born quietly who only smiled at him as a reply. "This will be our little secret, ok?" He then gulped down the runny potion that tasted a little bit like mint, which he thought was strange and when the cup was empty, he placed it back on the table and licked his lips. He felt a weird fuzzy feeling in his gut but knew that would be the apparent womb forming within him.

Grabbing Lucius' diary and returning it to Lucius' office to put it back where it belonged, he went for a wander through the Manor to find Draco's mother. Of course, like always, she's down in the living room. "Narcissa..."

"Hello again," Narcissa said as she looked up at him and her granddaughter, smiling sweetly and pondering what Harry was looking at earlier. "Did you find what you were looking for?"

"Yes, and I returned his diary back where it belongs," said Harry with a nod and returns to her side on her couch, placing Cassiopeia on her back between them. He tickled her tummy, and she began to giggle.

Narcissa smiled at him and nodded, "Now, it's nearly twelve fifty-five and I know your classes start in a few minutes time."

"Dang it-" Harry got up off the couch immediately and checked where he sat. Still nothing, no red. "Thank you again, Narcissa. For everything."

"Of course, Harry," Narcissa said, beaming. She'd do anything for her future son-in-law. "Now go, you have a class to teach." Harry nodded at her, kissed her cheek and Cassiopeia's forehead and then headed to the Floo.

*****

All the students were home for Christmas, except a few, and Draco and Harry went back to Malfoy manor. Harry also knew he would be quite fertile from the birthing potion. Somehow fertile. It just means that his body is ready for growing a tiny human inside of him, or in his case, a tiny half Draco and half himself. It excited him so much that he wanted sex with Draco right away.

Harry spent his Christmas eve in Draco's arms snuggling on the couch together with Cassiopeia in between them or she was on her play mat, or they were walking around the Manor and its grounds, or with Narcissa playing charades, which Harry had to teach both Narcissa and Draco how to play and he didn't mind even if it took an hour for them both to understand the game.

After dinner, and a solitary shower, Harry could tell Draco wanted sex which made him grin. He wanted it too but wanted to wait a few more days. The blonde wizard kept kissing his neck, and jaw, which really turned Harry on.

Harry shook his head but kissed him as it was all he could do. "Not tonight, Draco," he said with a yawn and snuggled up to him a little. "I'm fairly tired."

Draco smiled and ran his hands through Harry's dark hair. "Alright." Harry's yawns are contagious, and he yawned too. "Goodnight, my darling."

In the morning Harry wakes his sleeping blonde snake up with a morning kiss and a "Merry Christmas, Draco." He smiled when silver eyes stared up at him sleepily. Honestly, he wants this man to make love with him already.

Harry gets up from the bed and goes into Draco's walk-in wardrobe. He searched Draco's wardrobe for something to wear and oh, how he wished he had his Weasley sweater. He ended up putting on a grey sweater and a pair of jeans that were a little too long on him, but he rolled them up his ankle.

When walking back into Draco's bedroom, he spots a naked Draco on the bed staring at him with a smirk. Goodness, this Slytherin is a tease. Ignoring the sudden feeling of hardening in his pants, he went over to the Slytherin and gave him a slow kiss while rubbing his fingers over Draco's length for his own tease. The Slytherin moaned in his mouth and Harry leaned away from the kiss with a smirk. "Get dressed, Draco," he says, continuing to stroke the blonde's length. "Your mother is expecting us downstairs."

Draco groaned, not wanting to move at all from the pleasure building up in his gut. He grabbed Harry's hand, curled it around his own cock and began pumping it hard. Harry rolled his eyes at him, feeling extremely hard now but continued to jerk his boyfriend's cock until the blonde came and when Draco came all over Harry's hand and stomach with a throaty moan, Harry licked all of his salty sweetness off his own hand, Draco's stomach, and cock which he then deepthroated to suck off any remaining come on his member.

"Get dressed, Draco," Harry says at once after licking Draco's groin clean and hopped back off the bed. "Like I said before-"

"Our mother will be expecting us, I know," said Draco with a smile, who gave Harry a little hint but unfortunately, it doesn't seem that Harry picked up on the hint and what it means.

Harry leaned over the bed to give him a quick kiss. He turns around to put on his slippers for just a second and turns back around to find Draco in his green Weasley sweater which Harry finds him adorable in, and a pair of black skinny jeans. "L-Let's head downstairs," he says quickly and hating himself for the damn traitorous stutter.

Draco smiled. "Forgot to say Merry Christmas," he said and brings Harry closer to him with his hands around his waist. "So, Merry Christmas, Harry Potter."

"Merry Christmas, Draco Malfoy," Harry says as he slides his arms around Draco's neck and leans in for a proper Christmas kiss. 

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In Prisoner of Azkaban, Trelawney refuses to sit at a table with 12 other characters because she would be the 13th and the first one to get up after that would die. In Order of the Phoenix, 13 members of the order are sitting and Sirius is the first to stand.