It was Harry's birthday, and after a nice breakfast of pancakes and syrup and jam, and after unwrapping all his presents, Harry and Draco were making out on the grey couch in the lounge room of Malfoy Manor. Draco's hands were in Harry's hair, lightly pulling and yanking, his fingers curling around locks of hair on Harry's head, and Harry's own were cupping Draco's face, thought one of his hands liked to explore Draco's body, and that it did. This was something they usually do and love doing, making out somewhere alone, especially on each other's birthday, and Narcissa knew this very well every time she walked into a room and saw them, before giggling quietly and walking away.

This time she stood with her arms crossed over her chest with a grimace at where Harry's hand was touching which was over her son's crotch, though that hand was slowly sinking past the hem of his son's pants the longer she stood there and watched them. That was not what she wanted to see after eating some ice cream. "Hands off my son!" she snaps, but softly.

Harry jumps out of the kiss with Draco in fright and tears his hands away from Draco. "Yes, madam," he says quickly, blushing red, putting his hands in his lap. Draco laughed at him and put an arm around his boyfriend.

"Don't let me catch you doing that again, Harry," Narcissa tells him firmly. She doesn't mind what those two do together, as long as she doesn't see what they're doing. "I don't need to see your hands down my son's pants. Birthdays don't cut it either for sexual touching unless it's in your bedroom."

"Sorry," Harry says, looking guilty as he looks down at Draco's hand by his side which moves slowly up his hips and intertwines with his own hand. It puts a sheepish smile on his face. "I'm sorry."

"We're sorry," Draco says to his mother, slightly blushing himself from what his mother caught Harry doing. "Now can you leave so Harry, and I can get back to what we were doing before, please?"

"No," Narcissa tells her son simply, shaking her head. "I want the two of you to come with me, that's if you want." She didn't want to force them. "Mrs Weasley came by half an hour ago and gave me some homemade blackcurrant Ice Cream for your birthday, which I've tried a few scoops of and is just delicious! I was wanting to know if the two of you would like some?"

Harry looked at Draco, they locked eyes, and he was licking his lips as he knew he wanted to try some fresh homemade ice cream. Especially blackcurrant as he's never tried that flavour before. He was delighted to hear Mrs Weasley stopped by for his birthday, though he felt guilty for not greeting her as he would have if he knew she would be coming to the Manor.

"We'd love some Ice cream," Harry says instantly, glancing back at Narcissa with a smile. Draco nods his head, agreeing with Harry. Though he lowers his chin to Harry's shoulder, resting his chin there. It was obvious he wanted to get back to the snogging he and Harry were doing before.

"Great!" Narcissa says brightly. "Come with me then. We'll eat it outside in the garden." Harry quickly got to his feet, helping Draco get off the lounge chair too, and followed Draco's mother downstairs with Draco beside him, holding his hand. They walked into the gardens, and a white antique garden table and chairs were set under a peach tree, a blue tub sat in the centre of the table with small crystal bowels stacked on top of the tub. 

"Did you set this up, Narcissa?" Harry asks her as he walks around the table, amazed, and sits down on the chair that faces the manor. Draco had kissed Harry's cheek, made Harry blush, and sat down next to him.

"No, our lovely house elves did," Narcissa tells him, sitting down too and opening the tub of ice cream. She scooped some ice cream into the three glass crystal bowls and gave them to the two boys. "Enjoy, bonapetite! And Happy Birthday, Harry!"

"Thank you!" Harry beamed, and then he clinked his spoon with Draco's. "Bonapetite, dear," he says smoothly. He tried to do a French accent, but he knew it sucked when he heard it. Draco snorted, and Narcissa chortled. As he takes the first spoonful of the creamy cold Blackcurrant Ice Cream, he immediately loves it and sighs delightedly.

Narcissa chuckles at him, smiling over her spoon of ice cream. "It's good, isn't it?" she asks him.

"Yeah," Harry mumbled and nodded, already onto his second and third spoonful of ice cream. Draco just ate his ice cream slowly in peace, while watching the scenery of Harry and of the gardens around them and of the birds flying by and tweeting to each other. It was quite nice and relaxing. If he wasn't eating ice cream, he could have fallen asleep at the table with thoughts of Harry and having a family outing or going out with him for Harry's birthday.

Later that day Harry Floo'd to The Burrow where he was instantly greeted with "Happy Birthdays!" from all the Weasleys and hugs from Molly, then Hermione and Ron. "Thank you," he said, grinning happily, and then was given more presents which he quickly sat down and opened up. The latest inventions from George, moving away from Mental Health related products to really funny joke products which George mentioned Justin helped him figure out. Harry felt really happy for George, finding a partner who helps out at Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes and who helps invent such good products that are funny. 

Percy and Oliver Wood paid The Burrow a visit. Oliver looked far too warm in a cosy red sweater (it wasn't even winter!) and upon entering the lounge room he ruffled Harry's hair like he imagined an older brother would do and hugged him too, Percy standing tall and proud in his Ministry Robes hugged Harry too and they pulled Harry aside away from everyone's ears. Ron noticed this and eyed his older brother and Oliver suspiciously as they led Harry to the staircase up to the bedrooms.

"Harry, how are you?" Percy asked softly, the smile on his face widening as Oliver placed an arm around him from behind. "How've you been? How are Draco and the baby?"

"Oh, I didn't think Ron had told anyone about our baby yet," Harry says as he sits on the stairs, looking up at the two men who then lowered themselves and sat together on the stairs below Harry. "Nobody's mentioned anything to us about our daughter but you, and I'm doing very well, to be honest, and so is Draco. He's been so strong with everything he's going through this year, I'm so proud of him."

"We thought to give your little one this," Oliver says with his strong Scottish accent as Percy reaches into his Robe pocket and hands Harry a small box wrapped in lovely grey-green wrapping paper with a light orange ribbon around it. "You will have to expand it once you've opened the present with an Engorgio, and do so when you're home with Malfoy."

Harry nods his head. "Will do, and thank you guys so much," he says with compassion. "I can't wait to see what it is. How are the two of you though? I don't hear from you both that much, only from Ron."

"We're doing so well," Percy says, adjusting his glasses on his nose as he's sharing a smile with Oliver. Harry can tell Oliver's the clingy one in the relationship just by the way he shows his love for the man with his hugs and arms always around him, his hands always touching Percy's and his glances at Percy's face. "Oliver's moved in with me, we've been living together for more than a year now. It's great! Sometimes we have our little disagreements but it's always on something silly and dumb."

"Yes, like how our Tea Towels, Mats, Bath Mats and Bath Towels should all match the season," Oliver says flatly. "And our bedroom sheets and duvets too. Not to mention the decor." 

"As they should do," Percy says matter-of-factly to his partner. "We can't have purple and orange Mats and Tea Towels during the Winter and Christmas, and we can't have Blue of anything during Autumn or Halloween." Oliver rolls his eyes, and Harry looks back and forth at Percy and Oliver with a grin, wishing he had Popcorn because he enjoyed watching these two disagree. He doesn't get to see Percy and Oliver flirting or bickering like a married couple that much at all! 

"Anywho," says Percy, with a little mischievous smirk on his face, "It's not like Quidditch needs the Golden Snitch anyway."

"Oi!" Oliver snaps. "What's Quidditch got to do with the colour of our house decor?" Percy grins at Oliver and just laughs. Harry squeezes past the couple, pocketing the present they gave him, and joins back with Hermione, Ron and his family. 

Later that afternoon as he returned home to the Manor he searched for Draco, finding him in the library, seated comfortably by the tall window and staring out at the grounds below. "We have a present to open together from Percy and Oliver," he says to make his presence known. 

Draco turns around slowly, a smile forming on his face as he greets Harry with a hug. He leans away after a minute, staring into Harry's eyes, then up at Harry's mess of hair. "Who touched your hair, Harry," he says. 

Harry chuckles. "Oliver," he says, "Don't get mad, love."  Before Draco could reply he brought out the present and gave it to Draco who decided to open it. 

"It's a broom," Draco says, with wonder. "A tiny broom. It looks like a mini version of a Firebolt."

Harry peeked inside the present, at the tiny model of the broom he had locked away in his bedroom at his dad's house. It was a mini firebolt! He brought it out of its box, placed it on the floor and as Oliver told him, "Engorgio'ed" it. It grew a little bit to the size of a toddler. "Oh... I think it's for our daughter! When she's old enough to ride it."

Draco smiled at the broom, then at Harry. He knew why Oliver and Percy got it. "How thoughtful," he says, "To reenact your first time on the broom as a baby." Harry looked at Draco and felt tears in his eyes, he blinked back his tears and picked up the broom. Draco put his arms around Harry, hugging him for comfort. "We can record her first time on this broom too."

"I would love that," Harry sobs, letting his head drop onto Draco's shoulder. "Let's go show Narcissa. I want to share this with her."

Draco kissed Harry's head of messy hair. "Sure thing, my darling."

That night Draco surprised Harry with a dance, an hour after dinner, up in their bedroom, lights off, a few dancing candles on candelabras, green curtains wide open as the moonlight shone through the windows down on them, the only sound in the room was their breathing and the Gramophone playing Brudevalson. Harry loved it, what Draco had planned by himself. He loved how thoughtful this surprise was, dancing alone together, his hand on Draco's belly, the kick of their baby daughter in the womb. He loved how the moonlight gleamed on Draco's skin, shimmering in those silvery-grey eyes, making the tips of Draco's white-blonde hair silver. It was everything to him. Everything is so wonderful.

*****

Harry met with Ron outside the Leaky Cauldron on a late Windy Tuesday morning, standing directly under the swinging sign to let the muggles pass them at the busy Leadenhall Markets. They were both waiting for Hermione and her parents to arrive and pick them up as Harry and Ron were going to the Granger's to have lunch with them. Draco was invited by Harry, but he didn't want to go. He felt a little scared to go to a muggle place at the moment when 9 months pregnant and was nearly expectant.

"Have you ever been to Hermione's house?" Harry suddenly asks Ron as they wait, leaning against the black wall of the Leaky with his arms crossed.

"Yeah, a few times," Ron tells him casually with a nod, digging his foot into the stone pathway. "It's quite lovely and homely. Crookshanks pretty much has an entire corner of Hermione's room to himself." Harry snorts. Of course, Hermione would treat her cat like a king. 

"Well, Severus and Remus are kicking me out of their house for a month or two, and Narcissa's doing the same for Draco," Harry says, kicking at a small stone gently, watching it bounce across the ground. "It'll be around the time Severus and Remus go back to Hogwarts for the next year. So, Draco and I have decided that we'll stay in a muggle hotel for a week, then we'll stay the remainder of the month in Grimmauld Place."

"Tough luck, mate," Ron says, grimacing at the thought of his mom ever doing that to him. He wouldn't know where to go besides Hermione's place. "Why are they doing this to the two of you? Did you do something wrong?"

Harry hesitates. Ron didn't know about the library's secret room or the bedrooms, and Harry didn't want to tell him since they were a secret for a reason. "Draco and I aren't in trouble," he assures his best mate. "Our parents just want us to know what it feels like to be adults in this great big world. They want Draco and I to become more independent."

Ron nods his head. "That sounds... terrifying," he replies flatly. "I wouldn't know what to do once I walk out of the Burrow. I'd probably just sit on the front porch until Mum says she didn't mean it and I could come back inside." Harry snorts.

"Ron! Harry!" Hermione shouted from down the road, gaining the attention of a few Muggles who gave her some looks, though she didn't seem to mind the attention, and both boys looked to where they heard their names being called and began to walk over to her, ignoring the staring muggles. Hermione throws her arms around them both but kisses Ron on the cheek. "Come on. Let's not make my parents wait. We've got an hour's drive until we get to my home." 

After the hug, Harry and Ron followed Hermione out of the Leadenhall Markets and around the corner down Lime Street until they arrived outside of Nando's. The strong scent of chicken glued Ron to the window, looking in at the restaurant, and Harry pulled him away from the windows with a laugh as a silver BMW with the front windows down pulled up across the road from them. Harry could see two silhouettes of a man and a woman inside the car's window. Hermione's parents!

"Hello, Ron and Harry," Mrs Granger shouts from the car, poking her head out the window of her car, her frizzy dark brown hair flowing slightly in the little breeze, and she smiles at them. "How are you both? And Harry, I haven't seen you in ages! How are you and that boyfriend of yours?"

"Hello!" Mr Granger shouts from inside the car with a wave at the two boys. He was seated in the front passenger seat of the car, and his head of light brown hair looked to be just about touching the roof of the car. "We stopped by Maccy-Ds on our way here. Ron, here's your usual Large Chips and Harry, we didn't know what to get you - sorry - so we got you the same as Ron."

"I'm great, Mrs Granger," Ron says brightly with a smile. "And Hello, sir." He nods at Hermione's father, a little nervous, but happily takes the McDonald's chips from him. "And thank you for the chips."

"I'm quite well," Harry tells Hermione's mother as he gets into the car after Hermione and Ron. It smelt of the dentist, which he hasn't been in a very long time, and of rosemary. It was strange being in a muggle car again which he hadn't been in in years. He sat alone by the window, though he didn't mind it, and when Hermione handed him the McDonald's chips he cringed a bit. McDonald's reminds him of the Dursleys, who would always order McDonald's every Friday night. He pushed the thoughts of them away and started munching on a chip. "And Draco's great!" he forced a smile, the smell and taste of just one single chip was enough for him. He noticed the little compartment behind Mr Granger's chair and thought that when nobody was looking in a few minutes, he'd stuff the chips in there. "He's more tired now than he was back in school a few months ago and he pretty much naps half the day."

"As all women do when they're pregnant," Mrs Granger says, her hazel-green eyes twinkling, and she starts up the car. "And wizarding men too, it seems. It's common in females anyway."

"We're a little shocked to know that males can get pregnant in the wizarding world," Mr Granger says, his torso turned around so he can hand Hermione a to-go mug with a logo saying Grind in green letters, then looks at Harry beside his daughter with his brown eyes. "But we give you our congratulations and luck for when your child is born, Harry. You'll need it. Babies are a handful."

"Hermione was a handful," Mrs Granger says with a light chuckle. "Weren't you, darling?" She looks into the back mirror at her daughter and winks at her with a smile.

"Sure, I was, mum," Hermione says slowly, her eyes narrowed and her phone in her hand which she turns on to distract herself from the embarrassment. "Chai Latte," she whispered to Harry when noticing him staring at the muggle cup she nested in her hands. 

"And I thought you would have been a saint of a child, Hermione," Harry grins as he says that. He would have thought Hermione was well-behaved. But maybe she was, and her parents were just messing with them? As Mr Granger turns back around, Harry takes that short amount of time to stuff his chips inside the compartment of Mr Granger's seat. Ron notices him do that and looks at him curiously. Harry shrugs, he doesn't know what to do now that he was caught. 

Hermione rolls her eyes. "Oh, be quiet, Harry," she mutters with a smile, then takes a long sip of her chai latte. And as she goes through her phone, she then smiles. "Oh, Jessica's online!"

"Jessica from Australia?" Ron suddenly asks, before stuffing his face with chips. He remembers that girl who swore a lot. Well, he found out all the Aussies pretty much swear a lot. It took some time getting used to. He's learnt some new vocabulary from them too that he knows not to use.

"Yeah," Hermione nods and scrolls through her friend's page. "She has posted a few pictures of her with her Kangaroos, her dog, and her girlfriend and best friends. She's still in school though as their summer holidays are in December and January and she goes back to school in February."

"Their summer is in December and January?" Ron asks, confused. For them in the UK, December and January are winter when it's very cold. But Australia's the opposite? That was just confusing.

"December, January, and February are Australia's Summer months, Ron," Hermione corrects him. "It gets really hot up there like higher than 35 degrees, even higher than 40 degrees sometimes. They're in the Southern Hemisphere while we're in the Northern Hemisphere so our climates are opposite."

Harry looked out the window, watching the people and large buildings of London whizz by. He sees a mother and her baby in a stroller and thinks with a blissful smile, that'll be him and Draco soon. He watched the city get smaller and smaller until they were driving outside of the city in the smaller suburbs.

They arrive in the small town of Hampshire and turn down a few roads surrounded by houses until they pull up to a pretty two-storey house surrounded by a few trees in the front yard. Once the car is parked on the driveway, they all get out of the car (Ron quickly nicking Harry's chips just to finish them off) and walk up to the front door where Mrs Granger presses a code onto the number pad to unlock the door and stands aside to let them in.

"Thanks," Harry says to Hermione's mum as he walks in, he looks around the bright hallway he just stepped into and admires the peach-coloured wallpaper, the multiple wooden muggle-framed photographs of Mr and Mrs Granger and Hermione hanging on the wall throughout the years, and as he walks into the dining room lit up by a little chandelier on the ceiling, the smell of roast chicken and vegetables fills his nostrils and wakes up his hunger. Hermione's house was so modern!

"Hermione, why don't you show Harry around with Ron while we wait for the lunch to finish cooking?" Mrs Granger asks of her daughter as she opens the oven and checks on the roast, then with a nod, closes the oven and turns it on high.

"Sure thing," Hermione says, and she links arms with both Harry and Ron and takes them around the house, starting from the comfy-looking lounge room, then the guest bathroom just down the hall, then upstairs to her room (Ron was right, Crookshanks had a giant fluffy couch on the bay window, a large scratching post, a water fountain, even an obstacle course on each wall to jump onto), the other bathroom on the second floor, past her parent's room and a spare bedroom, and up to the small attic where there wasn't anything up there. There was just some old furniture collecting dust.

When they returned to the lounge room, lunch was ready, and Mr and Mrs Granger were moving the bowls of food onto the dining table. The dinner table was made from timber and had a shiny resin coat over the top, and the bowls and plates were a shiny mint green with gold rims, giving the dining room an earthly vibe if not for the few potted indoor plants decorating the corners of the room. 

"It smells lovely," Harry says kindly as he eyes the homemade coleslaw and potato salad. Mrs Weasley and the Elves at Malfoy Manor make great potato salads, but they taste slightly different. He couldn't wait to try the potato salad Mrs Granger made.

"Thank you, Harry," Mrs Granger says sweetly. "Please, take a seat and help yourself to lunch. There's lots here." Harry nods and takes a seat, and then Ron sits next to him. Hermione sits across from them.

"So, could you please tell Ron and I about your wonderful daughter as she grew up, Mrs and Mr Granger?" Harry asks of them. He just wanted to learn more about his best friend that Hermione hadn't told him yet.

"With manners like that, why wouldn't we tell you?" Mrs Granger says brightly with a grin at her daughter who hides her flushed face behind her phone. Though Mr Granger confiscated Hermione's phone from her and placed it screen-down on the table beside him. Hermione sighed, and Mrs Granger began to tell Harry and Ron a few stories from when Hermione was smaller. They even added some embarrassing ones too, like when Hermione was around 4 and they found her in the lounge room playing dress up in her parent's clothes and had her mom's bra wrapped around her head. The Granger's, Harry and Ron all erupted into laughter.

Harry began to think of his parents and if they weren't murdered, they could tell embarrassing stories about him when he was younger. Were there any embarrassing stories though? It would be depressing if there weren't, or there was but they're lost for eternity as nobody, but his parents and Sirius knew of the stories. It got a little too much for him. But at least he can make more family memories with Severus and Remus, embarrassing or not. And as the kids he has with Draco grow up, he and Draco can embarrass them, or they'll embarrass themselves. He honestly couldn't wait.

As all the bowls of food were emptied and Harry felt quite full, he thought about going home to Draco. But he wanted to spend more time with his best friends and Hermione's parents too. So, he waited for another hour to pass, playing muggle board games with Hermione and Ron like chess, Rummy, and Uno in the lounge room.

As an hour went by, he said his goodbyes to Hermione's parents and thanked them for lunch, then hugged Hermione and Ron goodbye. "I'll be leaving now. I worry for Draco too much every now and then as you know, but I'll see you both soon. Promise!"

"Oh, alright," Hermione says, squeezing him tight in the hug as she always does. "And yes, we know how much of a worry wart you are." She grins. "Now go home and take care of your pregnant man."

"Will do, Mom," Harry teases, rolling his eyes. Hermione squeezes him if possible, tighter. "Alright!" He wriggles his way out of Hermione's constricting embrace and stretches his back. "Jesus, you're going to break my back someday." Hermione laughs and shakes her head.

"See you, mate!" Ron says, seated back on the floor, his face concentrated on the game of Rummy they had been playing again. He wasn't very good with the game and wanted to get better.

"Bye, Ron," Harry says, grinning at his best mate concentrating really hard on the muggle card game, and then he decides to apparate on the spot to Malfoy Manor. He walks through the opened gates, which then magically shut behind him as if the gates had been waiting for his return, and he continues up to the front porch of the manor, capturing a glimpse of someone on the second floor who is staring down at him. He walked back until he could see the person in the window, and his heart fluttered as he saw Draco wriggling his fingers at him with a wide smile on his face.

Harry grins up at him and quickly rushes into the Manor through the front doors. Then he jogs up the grand staircase, missing a few as he quickens his pace, but then as he reaches the last of the stairs he stops in his tracks.

"Finally, you're home," Draco stood in front of Harry, one step higher than Harry was, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes soft and curious. "I began to worry."

Harry chuckles as he puts his arms around his lover and sighs happily. "My Draco," he whispers. "So worried, just like I was before leaving Hermione's place." Draco raised an eyebrow, giving off a "Really?" expression, and Harry nodded which made Draco blush slightly.

Draco plants a soft kiss on Harry's forehead, pulls Harry up to the top of the stairs and slides his arms around Harry's waist. "My Harry," he replies softly. "How was lunch with the Granger's?"

"It was great!" Harry says enthusiastically. "They're wonderful people, funny too." He tried to be as close as possible to Draco, standing to the Slytherin's side so he could press his body into Draco's side so no gaps were keeping Harry from being as close as possible to his lover and their child. "You really should have joined us though." He fixed Draco's hair which looked a little tousled at the back from obviously lying down somewhere and napping. Draco smiled. "There wasn't much walking involved."

Draco shook his head. "Harry, I'm just being careful now with where I go," he tells him. "I like staying around the Manor or at your house with Sev and Remus as of now. I wouldn't want to go into labour while at the Granger's. They wouldn't know what to do, they're muggles, and would probably take me to a muggle Hospital. I'm sure the muggle nurses and doctors would be horrified to see a baby come out of a man's arse."

Harry roared in laughter at that very clear image of muggles horrifyingly watching a man give birth. But to him, it would be magical seeing his lover give birth to their first child. It's literally giving life. "Babe, I would have rushed you to the nearest bathroom, laid you down in the bathtub and helped you get through childbirth," he says just as softly, rubbing at Draco's pregnant belly. "I would have told Hermione and Ron to apparate to my dad's house immediately and tell them to get a nurse or two from St Mungo's and bring them here."

"I hope that never happens," Draco drawls, frowning a little as he glances down at the cold marbled floor. "I wouldn't want anyone having to deal with me at that time, and I definitely wouldn't like to have to give birth in a bath. That would be quite uncomfortable and not to mention cold."

"I understand," Harry tells him with a little nod. "And I agree that you should remain here for the rest of the few weeks until you're ready to give birth. I wouldn't want any mishaps happening. You know, if you want to see your friends, they can come visit you here in the Manor."

Draco nods his head at the suggestion. As much as he wants to talk about birthing their child, he just wants to do something with Harry that's fun. "Anyway, what would you like to do, my darling?" he asks.

Harry considers that for a moment. What does he want to do? "I just want to relax with you," he replies quietly, and as he smiles, Draco leans in closer and kisses him. Harry blinks slowly at Draco as he leans away after a moment, entranced and stupefied. "It's all I want."

"I think I have an idea," Draco says to Harry, a mysterious little smirk appearing on his lips as he slides his hand into Harry's and takes him to the library where they find a lovely comfy spot in the Manor's large library and just relaxes together while Harry reads a novel about a boy and his pet dragon to Draco and his unborn daughter who he knows is listening to him in the womb at this moment.

*****

Harry had received an owl from Dean, asking if he'd like to meet up with him, Seamus, Ron, and Neville for lunch. Harry would love to see his dorm mates again as he hasn't seen them in two weeks, so he sent a quick reply saying that he'd love to meet up with them for dinner. But the thing was that he couldn't bring Draco. It was a Gryffindor lunch, but that also meant Neville couldn't bring Blaise. Harry was glad that he wasn't the only one going to lunch without a date. He didn't even know if Ron was bringing Hermione, so his luck could have increased.

"Alright," he said, slowly petting Draco's blonde hair as they were lying down on the grey couch in the lounge room of Malfoy Manor. He had to get Draco off of him so he could leave. "I'm going to get going," he whispered into Draco's ear, then pressed a gentle kiss to the earlobe.

"Don't go," Draco mumbled quietly, snaking his arms around him tightly like a snake trying to suffocate its prey. He couldn't get any closer to Harry or he'd be squishing his pregnant belly.

Harry then placed a kiss on Draco's forehead, the scent of citrus filling his nose and he closed his eyes with delight. "Draco, I want to go see my friends," he says against Draco's forehead. He leaned away slightly from Draco's forehead and continued petting his soft blonde hair. "Don't you ever want to visit Pansy and Blaise? But during your pregnancy, have them over?"

"I guess," says Draco, sighing and only tightening his grip on Harry. He wanted to continue snuggling with his boyfriend, to just lie there with Harry and fall asleep with him. He loves feeling the love Harry gives him through snuggling, kissing or just sleeping as if it's like a blanket surrounding him and Harry, keeping them warm, or as if the Love is magic that surrounds them and gives them incredible positive vibes and warmth.

"Why don't you ask them to visit while I go see Ron, Seamus, Neville, and Dean?" Harry suggested to him because he knows Draco hasn't seen Pansy and Blaise since the Graduation After-Party. He wants his boyfriend to at least have a friend meet-up with his friends.

"I-," but Draco paused, then sighed again. He loosened the tight snuggle with Harry and slowly sat up, now staring down at his green-eyed boyfriend. "Perhaps I should," he finally agreed. "When are you going to be back again?"

"Around one-thirty to one-thirty-five," Harry said with a one-shoulder shrug. He just hopes to be back before two in the afternoon. "I can apparate if I find an apparition point which I'm sure either Dean or Neville would show me."

Draco leaned down for a short kiss, then grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him up off the chair. "I guess you should head off then." He looked up at the grandfather clock nested in between two large antique bookshelves. "It's around eleven-forty-seven, don't want to keep your friends waiting. I'll Fire-call Pansy and Blaise about them coming over."

Harry cupped Draco's cheeks with his hands and squished them together, making Draco look back at him. He chuckled at the fish face he made Draco do. Draco rolled his eyes, swatted Harry's hands away from his face threw his arms around Harry's neck and kissed him as a goodbye, and to see him in a short while.

"May the force be with you," said Harry when he pulled away from the kiss, smiling at the confused look Draco gave him.

"Excuse me?" asked Draco in utter confusion, his eyebrows raising. He doesn't understand why Harry's mixing up his words. "What?"

Harry enjoyed saying things that Draco doesn't understand or even knowing stuff that Draco doesn't. "It's just a quote from a TV movie series," he tells him. Hermione had repeated that sentence every now and again when he was last at her place with Ron and unfortunately, it got stuck in his head and Ron's too. "Let's just say it means 'May we meet again'."

"Oh, well, may the force be with you too," said Draco with a quick smile. He gave Harry one last passionate kiss, then let go and sat back on the couch, leaving Harry to Floo to the Leaky Cauldron.

Harry could recognize Ron's ginger hair from anywhere and went over to him. That's when he saw the rest of the Gryffindor boy Motley crew. "Hey guys, how are you all?" he asks with joy.

"Harry!" All of Harry's friends beamed at him and got up from their chairs to hug him. Seamus and Dean already had their Butterbeers so Harry knew they would have gotten here first.

"I'm good," said Neville, smiling at him. "Blaise is too. You can tell Draco that."

"Same, mate," said Ron, his arm around Harry's shoulder. "So, when's lunch?"

Dean and Seamus laughed at Ron, remembering how hungry their dorm mate was. The Celtic engagement ring was immensely visible on Seamus' finger, it even shined in the dim lighting of the Leaky Cauldron.

"I guess this is when we order the food then," said Dean, smiling. He clasped his hands together. "What would you all like? We can split the pay between all of us."

"I'll have a cottage pie, please," said Neville kindly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a few galleons, putting them in the middle of the table.

"A Toad in the hole for me," said Ron, putting a galleon with Neville's.

Harry just shrugged, and he put a few Galleons on the table too. He didn't know what he felt like having. "I'll have the same as Ron."

"And that leaves fish and chips for two," said Seamus, intertwining his hand with Dean's and looking down at his engagement ring with a bright smile.

Dean smiled to. Not at the ring on his fiance's finger but at his fiance's face and how mesmerised Seamus was by the ring. "I'll go order," said Dean quickly, and he grabbed some of the Galleons from the middle of the table. "Anyone going to come with me?"

"I'll go," said Ron, getting up from his seat and grabbing the rest of the galleons which were on the table. Dean nodded at him, gave a kiss to Seamus' cheek, and picked up the remainder of the galleons. 

"So," said Harry, smirking when Dean and Ron were out of ear sight and Seamus was in his own world, staring off into nothingness. He leaned over the table a bit, snapped Dean's fiance out of his trance and glanced down at Seamus' engagement ring. "Seamus, when are you and Dean going to finally tie the knot and get married? We all want to see you both at the altar."

Seamus' smile widened and he finally looked away from the shiny ring on his finger and at Harry and Neville. "I don't know, Harry," he said happily with a shrug. "Sometime next year? We were hoping to either have the wedding at a beach or in a garden."

"That sounds lovely," said Neville sweetly. He and Harry could already hear the sound of the ocean waves and the birds tweeting high up in the trees. "But Blaise and I better be at your wedding, wherever you plan on having it."

"Aye, Neville," said Seamus, nodding his head and lightly patting Neville on the back. "Ye all will be invited. The invitations will be sent when we decide where and when to have the wedding."

"So, who's wearing the dress?" Harry asked him, steeping his hands together under his chin, and he smirked when remembering Draco asking the same question, but nobody answered him. "You or Dean?"

Seamus flicked him the middle finger and laughed. "No dress," he said flatly, and Harry grinned wickedly. "Just dress robes and a lovely Finnegan-Thomas Irish wedding."

"What have you and Dean decided for the wedding, Seamus?" Neville then asked, intrigued.

"No, because it's all a secret," said Dean who placed Harry's Toad in the hole, and Neville's cottage pie down beside them. "And I would appreciate it if you wouldn't interrogate my fiancé about our future wedding ceremony."

Neville and Harry smiled apologetically at them, even if they weren't sorry for questioning Seamus for answers about the wedding. It doesn't hurt to know a couple of answers now does it?

"And here'z your cuizine, mademoiselle," said Ron in his most fake French accent and handed Seamus and Dean their fish and chips. He didn't care if he sounded like he had a frog in his throat. Everyone laughed at his fake accent, and they all began eating their lunch. Fleur would probably approve of the accent.

"Say Harry," said Dean, smirking just to get a little bit of payback and information out of his friend. "Who's your muggle celebrity crush?"

"Oh, I don't have one," Harry tells him, shaking his head. That was a very random question, he thought. He really doesn't have a Celeb crush though. Not when he has Draco, his lover forever. "I've got Draco, anyways." Then he smiled brightly and said, "Just as my lovely boyfriend."

"Come on Harry," Dean mocked, dipping a chip from his plate in the little white bowl of tomato sauce. "You have got to have had a celebrity crush."

Harry sighed and bit his lip. Merlin's Beard, he hates to admit it. He honestly crushed on a celeb even when first crushing on Draco. "There was one or two muggle celebrity guys before Draco," he tells them slowly. "Do you know Johnny Depp?" Dean nodded. "Oh, love him! He's so hot, especially in 21 Jump Street and Edward Scissor hands! Oh, and the guy who played Felix Ferne from Nowhere Boys. Dougie Baldwin. Hot emo boy."

"Ohhhhh," said Dean, with a prolonged 'h' and he nodded slowly. "Good choice. Johnny is quite handsome." As he said that Seamus placed his arm around Dean's shoulders, almost protectively. Harry noticed Seamus' jealousy and over a muggle. A celebrity muggle. It was sweet. "A few of my sisters watch Nowhere Boys, and they still do."

"I have no idea what's going on here," said Neville, shaking his head with confusion. All he heard was something about muggles, celebrities, and crushes. It just made him think of Blaise.

"Same, mate," said Ron and patted him on the shoulder. The gesture made Neville flinch, but he continued eating his cottage pie like nothing happened.

"We're just talking about muggles that are very well known to other muggles," said Dean, distractedly eating his chips and looking down at the small bowl of tomato sauce. "They're famous people who earn loads of money. People have crushes on them, you know because they're good-looking. Well, most of them are. But we all have the ones we love with us. Harry has Draco, Neville has Blaise, Ron has Hermione and I..." He smiled lovingly at Seamus. "Have Seamus Connor Finnegan, my fiancé."

Seamus smiled back at him, dipped his chip in tomato sauce and wiped it on Dean's nose who winced and rubbed the sauce off his nose. "Aye! Ye have me for eternity." He placed his chin on Dean's shoulder and winked. "Once we get married."

Harry, Ron, and Neville smiled at them, and the noticeable blush on Dean's face. The news of their dorm mate's marriage was a huge and exciting topic, they just couldn't wait until the wedding.

*****

Harry and Draco were just walking around Malfoy Manor together, saying hi to all the Portraits, Harry giggling at Draco's young portraits eyeing Draco's pregnant belly as they walked by, and they then stood by the large windows and looked outside at the Manor's gardens below or out at the distance over the trees.

They were just thinking and discussing together, as they imagined a little girl running around the halls of the Manor if they were going to raise their child at Malfoy Manor which meant they'd have to update one of the many Guest Rooms in the Manor into a little girl's bedroom. Or they would get a house of their own. They know Narcissa and Lucius would want them to go with tradition, which is living at Malfoy Manor, then therefore owning it once they're married.

As they began walking around the hallways again, they saw Narcissa walking towards them with a bright smile on her lovely face. "Boys," she says, extending her arms out as if she were going to give them both a hug. "I was looking for you." As she nears them, she places her arms around them in a quick gentle embrace. 

"Good morning to you too, Mother," Draco greets her happily with a smile, stepping back out of her embrace, Harry doing the same. "And what do we owe the pleasure?"

"I'm here to talk to Harry for some time," Narcissa says, smiling at Harry, and then reaches her hand out towards him. "And in private." She gave her son a firm look. "So, if you wouldn't mind if I have a chat with your boyfriend for a little while, then that would be lovely."

"I don't mind, dearest Mother," Draco says, shaking his head, his free hand over his pregnant belly like it always is now. "I'll go to the sitting room to lie down and rest. It's the closest place to us right now. My feet are aching, and I want to sleep for the rest of the day."

Harry steps forward, his arm dropping from around Draco's waist, but he quickly kisses Draco's cheek as an I Love You and See You Soon gesture. "I'll meet you in the Sitting Room once Narcissa and I are done talking," he tells his lover softly, and Draco nods his head. He looks back at Narcissa, "Well, I'm ready for whatever you want to discuss with me." Narcissa giggled, put her arm around his shoulder and led him away from her son.

Draco sighed, turned around, and started walking to the sitting room a few hallways away. As he got comfy on the white chaise, a red blanket appeared over him which startled him a little, and he whispered with a smile, "Thanks, Harry."

Harry had just watched Misky pop out of the hallway to go look after Draco under his order. Narcissa smiled adoringly at him, "Come, Harry, I have something for you." She led him around a lightened corner of the hallway, high windows letting in the morning sunrays, and continued further until they reached a set of dark spiralling stairs. "It's actually from both me and Lucius."

"Oh," said Harry as they climbed up the spiralling staircase, growing curious as to what he'd get from Draco's parents. "You really didn't have to." He bites his lip, "May I ask what it is?"

Narcissa shakes her head. "Nonsense, dear Harry, and Draco knows of what I'll show you," she says. "He found out when he was around ten. I don't know if he remembers it, but I'll make sure to remind him." She led him to the jewellery room of the Manor, which was located on the second story, Eastern side of the manor, and behind a portrait of a beautiful shiny garden with a unique sunset showing a few twinkling stars in the sky. 

"Whoa," said Harry in a whisper when walking into a large room full of diamonds and jewellery on display, heirlooms and so much more. It reminded Harry of a vault. It was like walking into a room but the only lights are the diamonds and jewels reflecting off each other, and the large chandelier in the middle of the room.

Narcissa walked to the middle of the room where a see-through tall box stood up from the ground, and she took off the dark blue velvet sheet off the top of the box and pressed her wand to the golden keyhole. It unlocked in a second and she took out the little grey box. "I'm sure you don't know of some Pureblood traditions where the parents give their children the keys to tying the knot," she said and opened the box up. "You don't have to ask him anytime soon, only when you feel ready." 

Harry gasped at the silver rings with the Malfoy family crest on a little round silver circle, surrounded by white and grey diamonds in the grey ring box. "Oh, Merlin..." he says in surprise. The ring just reminded him of Draco, from the Malfoy crest that Draco has on his black ring that was given to him on his birthday some time ago, to the grey and silver diamonds that shine exactly like Draco's eyes do. "Narcissa..."

"I know," Narcissa said, sighing happily as she knew exactly how Harry felt. "It may feel like it's too early, but you know Draco's father and I married at nineteen. And when it's time for the actual marriage celebration of you and my son..." She showed him her silver wedding ring with a shiny white encrusted diamond in the middle, and on either side of the white diamond, were smaller grey diamonds. "Lucius and I, at your wedding, will take off our rings and give them to you and Draco. It's a pure-blood tradition, to hand down the rings. Lucius and I will always be bonded by marriage, even if we take our rings off. It's not the rings that bond us, it's our love for each other."

Harry smiled at that, both at the thought of marrying Draco and what his future mother-in-law had said. He loves it when he knows Draco's parents love each other, even if he already knows it. It's how they show it. It just gives him an idea of what his parents would have been like, so in love with each other. "I'll keep this somewhere safe, away from Draco's eyes. Know of any good hiding spots?"

"Harry, you can just keep the ring here and when you feel you're ready, you can come get them," Narcissa suggests to him, closing the ring box and putting it back in its glass box.

"Alright," Harry said, his voice quiet and wondrous. He just doesn't know when he wants to tie the knot with Draco. The thought was exciting, and something he really wants, but in the future. The near future. "What's the password to this room again?"

"You don't need a password, Harry," said Narcissa, closing the box's door and locking it up. "You'll have to come find me to let you in here as only the Malfoy bloodline can get in." She knew, however, because Harry and Draco already have a daughter who's due soon, that would consider Harry a part of the Malfoy bloodline. 

"Oh," Harry replies, a little sadly. That was a bummer. What if he wanted the ring in secret so Narcissa wouldn't know he wanted to propose to Draco sometime? He'd like it to be a secret. Then he thought of breaking tradition and buying a ring from a muggle jewellery store. It would have to be a perfect ring, one that reminds him of Draco like the heirloom ring does, and one that he knows Draco will love because of its uniqueness. 

"It's alright, Harry," Narcissa assures him, her hand rubbing his upper arm softly. "Just come find me if you want the ring. I'll make myself forget that I had gotten the ring for you."

Harry shook his head. He didn't want Narcissa to do such a thing. "I was wondering what you would think if I... brought a muggle ring to propose to Draco with instead of going by tradition," he tells her in a flat, curious tone. "I just don't want to disappoint you."

"I honestly don't mind what you choose," Narcissa assures him with a genuine just do what you think is right smile. "It's your choice, and change is always good, as they say." She rubs his shoulder, looking him in the eyes. "I wouldn't be disappointed in your choice, Harry. Just do what you think is right for yourself and my son."

Harry nods at that, considering what she told him, "Well, thanks for showing me this, Narcissa."

"You're welcome, Harry," said Narcissa, then led him out of the room. "Remember not last Christmas but the following Christmas when you stayed over?" she asked just to change the topic.

"How could I forget?" Harry says, smiling at the memories he made with Draco that week. All the private times together, romantic, and even the sex times. "You asked a ton of questions to me."

"Yes, and do you remember that question about where you'll be in ten years' time?" Narcissa asks, smiling at the memories too. They were just such perfect little memories that she needed in her life. Even a few bad memories such as having to kick Lucius in the foot under the table whenever Voldemort came around to the Manor and asked about Draco. She preferred to answer him, being splendid at Legilimens she could easily lock any memories of her son and Harry away and come up with something on the spot. She didn't trust Lucius enough to lie and make up stories about their son.

Harry smiled, remembering that particular question, "I said that I will probably be married to your son by then."

Narcissa let out a little girlish giggle. "It looks like that will come true, wouldn't it?" she nudged him in the elbow, grinning and blue eyes sparkling with joy. "Just don't propose to him in ten years' time. It's just way too long. I'm not patient with these things. I've already gotten your Wedding Binder." Harry chuckles at that.

"I promise I'll ask him in either a year or sooner," Harry said, even if thinking about asking Draco the real thing made him feel a little nervous, though he has tried to propose three or four times already to Draco. This was Marriage he was talking about. "I know I wouldn't be able to stand waiting that long to propose to him either."

"Good," said Narcissa with pride. "Just tell me before you propose to him, though," she added pleadingly. "I'll need an extra week or two to start getting everything planned."

Harry laughed. "You can start planning after I propose to him," he told her.

"Oh, fine," said Narcissa with a sigh. She decides to tell him the truth. "And Harry?"

"Yes?" Harry says, grinning at one of Draco's portraits, and the 13-year-old portrait Draco who is sitting on his father's armchair by the grand fireplace tries to sneer, but he rolls his eyes instead at Harry's large smile, blushes darkly and smiles himself. Harry mouths to him, "You are so cute!" and draws a heart in the air and blows portrait Draco a kiss. Portrait Draco hides his face in his hands and giggles quietly. When portrait Draco peeks through his fingers at Harry, Harry winks at him. Portrait Draco gets too flustered, hurries to get off his father's armchair and rushes out of the side of his portrait, cheeks dark pink, muttering something along the lines of "Potter" and robes flowing behind him. Harry loves flirting with Draco's portraits. 

"I figure you are Malfoy bloodline now since you've got a baby on the way with my Dragon," Narcissa then tells him. Harry looks at her happily and nearly trips over his feet at this great news. 

They reached the sitting room and saw Draco fast asleep, lying on the couch with a red blanket over him. Harry smiled softly and walked on over, sitting by Draco's feet. He didn't want to disturb him. Narcissa smiled at the two, walked over to her son and leaned down, giving him a gentle forehead kiss. Then she leaned back up and gave a forehead kiss to Harry as well who chuckled, then she walked away and left the room.

Draco opened his eyes slowly, and he looked into the eyes of his lover and smiled. "Harry," he whispers with happiness and pulls the blanket off his arms, showing room for one more on the chaise. "Join me where it's warm."

Harry first cups Draco's face and kisses him, then he gets under the blanket with Draco, the only space between them is the small gap around Draco's protruding belly that slightly touches Harry's flat stomach. As Harry looks back at Draco's face, he realises his eyes are closed. He smiled at his tired lover, closed his eyes too and just listened to Draco's slow breathing which easily made him fall asleep in quite a few minutes.

*****

The next time Draco saw Harry was the next day in Severus' lounge room. He grinned at Harry on the black leather couch and gently fell onto him, pinning him to the chair and leaning down to capture Harry's lips with his own.

Harry, during the loving kiss which he was running out of breath from, ran his hands down Draco's sides to his waist. He loves the feel of his Draco, all of him. He loves everything about his one and only Draco Malfoy. He really couldn't get the thought of the traditional engagement ring Narcissa gave him out of his head, but he managed to push the thought aside.

Draco leaned away, steadying himself on his arms and he smiled down at Harry. He stared into those pools of green, bright pools of green which he loved. "I love you, Harry James Potter. I will forever."

Harry grinned. He wanted to tell how much he loved Draco in his own way. "I swear you're using the Confundus Charm on me or are you just so naturally mind-blowing," he says.

Draco's lips part as he thinks about what Harry said, and then he laughs as a blush rises onto his face. "Merlin's Beard, Harry! Where's this coming from?"

"Oh, I'm just flirting with you," Harry says smoothly, and he winks too. "And you know what they say about Parcelmouths... we're good with our tongues."

Draco snorted and was about to lean down for another kiss but was lifted up into the air by an invisible force. He knew what it was though. He's getting really pissed with this spell. He looked behind him and glared at the person who lifted him up with the spell. "Severus!"? he hissed, slowly crossing his arms. "Put me down!"

Severus only ignored him and sat down next to Harry. "Now, Remus and I ought to speak to you and Draco about where you'll be staying when we arrive back at Hogwarts." Harry nodded.

"I'm still up here," muttered Draco, scowling down at his godfather.

"As you should know, Narcissa should have informed you that you and Draco aren't allowed to sojourn at Malfoy Manor either," Severus added, completely ignoring his own godson. "It's only a couple of months, and you're allowed to use your own money for purchases. With food, congratulations, you get to shop alone in the adult world with Draco."

"Severus and I wanted to wish you good luck," said Remus who just walked into the room with a mug of tea. He froze and looked up at the floating, clearly pissed, Draco Malfoy. "Um..."

"Just ignore him, Remus," said Severus, smirking up at his godson who glared down at him. He enjoys 'annoy your godson' time. It's his favourite thing to do.

"Dad, please let him back down," said Harry softly, staring up at his floating partner. "Just look at him! He's clearly irritated and wants to be put back down. Not to mention he's pregnant as you can see so what you're doing is kind of dangerous."

Draco pouted down at him, trying his best to look cute so he could be lowered down. But Harry doesn't need any pout or adorable puppy dog eyes from Draco to give him what he wants.

Severus sighed and lowered Draco back down on the couch. Draco grinned and thought about jumping back onto Harry for a kiss but considered against that. Instead, he just made Harry move over a little and sat down next to him with their hands intertwined.

"Now, on to where you'll be residing at the time," said Severus. "Do you both have any idea where you're going to go? Not to mention you'll be looking after your daughter too while you're there."

"12 Grimmauld Place?" Draco suggests and places his chin on Harry's shoulder. He wanted to know if they could stay there. He knows he and Harry discussed this and have made good plans for then. "But my mother wants Harry and I to at least live somewhere where we've got to pay for the rent. So, to go by what my mother suggests, Harry and I have thought about living in the muggle world for some time. Only for like a week though so it satisfies my mother. It already sounds pretty challenging to me.

"With Grimmauld Place, if Kreacher isn't there and you do all the chores yourself, then we accept that place you'll be residing at," Remus tells them. Severus nodded in agreement. "With the muggle world... wow, that will be challenging. But best of luck to you both for then."

Draco and Harry nodded. "Of course!" said Harry. "Living in both worlds sounds pretty damn easy. I grew up in both anyway. I know how to cook a couple of meals, plus Narcissa gave me a cookbook a few birthdays ago so that'll help me with what to make for dinner or lunch. I can't believe I thank my aunt for that, making me cook for the Dursleys every day."

Severus and Remus looked at him sadly, knowing about parts of Harry's childhood. They both wished that they had saved Harry from the Dursleys back when they were younger.

Draco frowned at him and squeezed Harry's hand tightly. "Harry..." He really didn't know how to reply. "You shouldn't say that about your past."

Harry sighed and rested his head on Draco's shoulder. When his blonde-haired boyfriend gave his forehead a kiss, which made him smile, he said, "Anyway, please continue."

"Onto the job part then," said Remus. "Draco, you may be loaded but you still are required to find a job like your father has done. It's the same with you, Harry."

"We know," said Draco, sighing as he really didn't want to work. Can't he stay a teenager forever? "But how can we get a job? Where and when?"

"You don't have to get a job now, boys," said Severus. "But I'd like you both to have one by the end of the year, even if it's volunteering work somewhere."

Harry sighed with relief. That was only six months away. "Can we visit the both of you at Hogwarts then, or is it not allowed?"

"We would have to ask Headmistress McGonagall about that," said Remus, shrugging. "People don't come into school for a walkabout, not even graduates."

"Oh," said Harry expressionlessly, he hoped he would be allowed to come and go into Hogwarts. "If we can't see you, how about during the weekends? Could we have a family outing or something?"

"A family outing, we can do," Severus said and nodded his head, a slow smile building on his face. "We need more of those."

"That sounds absolutely wonderful!" said Draco, beaming at the thought. "I can bring Mother too if you guys don't mind. I don't want her staying at the Manor alone."

"We don't mind at all," said Remus, shaking his head. "The more the merrier."

"Yes," said Severus, placing his hand on Remus' and kissing the other man's cheek. "The more the merrier."

Harry and Draco fake gagged at them and walked out of the lounge room up to Harry's bedroom. Once Draco closed the door behind them, they both laughed, fell down on Harry's bed and stared up at the ceiling together.

"So, we're really going to stay in the muggle world for a week?" Draco suddenly asked, smirking and turned his head to the side to look at Harry. But the smirk turned into a smile when green eyes looked into his silver ones and he felt his heart go crazy, beating loudly, in his chest.

"Yes, unless we go sneak over to your French manor and stay there under their noses," said Harry with a cheeky little smile. "I mean, we have croissants there, places to explore, it's not too far from Venice so we can go back to that Manor. We have the place all to ourselves. Unless there are Manors which you haven't shown me yet, we can sneak over to them."

Draco's smirk returned and he could imagine sneaking off to Paris with Harry. It sounds utterly romantic, and if they do decide to do it, he couldn't wait. "I like all those ideas, Harry. So, are we going to do this? Sneak off to Paris or Venice?"

"Let's go to Paris," said Harry, rolling over on his side and propping himself up on his elbow to face Draco. "I want to do everything with you there. I want to visit the museums, art galleries, gardens, Eiffel Tower again."

"I'd love to make that officially happen, Harry," said Draco, sitting up so he could look down upon Harry. "But how will we sneak away? And how and when will we?"

Harry considered this for a minute. Really deep in thought about how they'll complete their sneak away to France. "How about a few weeks after Dad and Remus go back to Hogwarts?" he suggests. "We can go to your Manor and when your mother isn't looking, we can Floo there, to the France manor."

"That's settled then, easy peasy," said Draco and then snuggled up to Harry, placing his head on Harry's chest and his hands on his baby belly. "I can't wait for this France trip with you, Harry."

"Me neither," said Harry, putting an arm around Draco and his free hand stroked Draco's whitish blonde hair. "It'll be a trip of a lifetime."

Draco looked up at Harry and kissed him. "It sure will be," he whispered, his eyes looking up into Harry's green eyes, then to his lips and back up to his eyes. Then he put his head back on Harry's chest and sighed with happiness.

*****

Their healer Dr Ivan visits them every two weeks, just to make sure everything is fine, Draco's healthy, and so is the baby. However, because the pregnancy didn't happen because of a Birthing Potion which, at the point of giving birth, helps with the birthing of the child, Dr Ivan wanted to try something to help Draco on the day he gives birth. Well, she.

Draco, his cheeks coloured a brilliant shade of pink, nods his head to understand what must happen. Harry kept a straight face the whole time but deep down wanted to laugh. So, Draco took the brew from Dr Ivan's grasp, gulped down the familiar-flavoured potion and watched as he began to shrink a little, now about the same height as Harry who had his hand over his eyes and was giggling.

"Oh, wow!" Narcissa says breathlessly, staring at her daughter. "I'm so glad I finally had the chance to see you like this. You look so much like me!"

Dracelle conjured up a mirror and looked at her reflection, disliking it immediately. "Are those wrinkles!" she gasps at the lines on her forehead. Narcissa snorts, shaking her head at her daughter with admiration. Pulling on the drawstrings of her cosy grey pants to make them tighter around her waist, Dracelle looks at Harry, "I need a bloody makeover. I look tired! Not to mention dead inside."

Harry chuckles. "Draco, you're beautiful just the way you are," he had to remind his partner. He didn't want to say, Girlfriend, it just feels odd. "Girl or guy, makeup or no makeup."

Dracelle smiles, flustered, "Thanks, my darling." Looking at her, Harry wanted to laugh again, seeing Dracelle pregnant. It was fucking hilarious! Only two minutes ago he had been hanging out with his pregnant man playing Wizarding Chess and teaching Narcissa how to play Uno, and now Draco's a woman. He loves his life!

*****

Harry was out with Severus and Remus one evening, shopping for groceries at the local Aldi a few minutes away from their home which was within walking distance. He was walking slowly up and down the Isles with his family, stopping only when Severus picked something up from the racks. As his eyes stopped on a bottle of Peanut Butter, he then began to think about 12 Grimmauld Place and having to live there with Draco and their newly born daughter for a month when she arrived in this world. And a hotel in the muggle world to live for a week at.

He knew that he and Draco would have to convert a bedroom, probably Regulus' old bedroom, into a baby's bedroom. Or at least move some stuff around so there's enough room for a baby's cot and a few other necessary items. He thought about when he should do that with Draco. Not anytime soon though as he doesn't want Draco on his feet all the time or anywhere else besides Malfoy Manor.

As they walked past the juice section of the store, their green reusable bags hanging from a small loop which was banging against the trolley cart every so often, Harry quickly grabbed a small carton of Cranberry Juice and put it in the trolley while Severus wasn't looking. Unfortunately, Remus saw him do it, but he only chuckled at Harry, smiled, and looked away while shaking his head. "Dad, can I have a bottle of juice, please?" Harry then asks as he knows he should have asked before putting what he wanted in the trolley. It was the right thing to do anyway.

"Sure thing, Harry," Severus said as he was looking at the milk section. "Get whatever drink you want."

"Great!" Harry says with a grin, and he moves the carton of Cranberry juice around in the trolley, so it seems like he was putting it in the trolley. "Thanks, Dad."

"Of course," Severus said, glancing at his son as he grabbed a carton of milk and put it in the trolley. "Oh, and can you go get a kilo of ham from the Deli, please? Take Remus with you too. I need to get some bread."

"Sure," Harry says quickly. "Let's go, Remus! We have pig slices to collect." Remus snorts, puts his arm around Harry's shoulder and walks over to the deli with him. Harry asks for a kilogram of ham, and he watches the older man with curly brown hair behind the deli counter grab a handful of ham from a plastic bag and weigh it on some scales on the top of the counter. Once he grabbed the ham wrapped in white plastic, he and Remus went to find Severus. They found Severus over at the checkout, putting the food they were buying onto the counter while talking to a boy who looked Harry's age, his eyes a deep-sea green, and his caramel hair curled around his ears.

Harry had to admit, the cashier was cute-looking. Though... he wasn't as cute or as hot as Draco Malfoy, his partner of 4, almost 5 years. Harry puts the ham down on the counter, only politely replying to the cashier who asks how his day has been, he asks how his own day went, and he then goes to the end of the checkout where he collects the bags of groceries once they're paid for.

They begin their journey back home, carrying two bags of groceries on one arm. Harry was excited to get back home so he could help put the food away and then go see Draco-Dracelle as today they scheduled a date out in the Manor's Garden.

"Now Harry, what have you learnt today?" Severus asks his son, smiling at him. "This is all education for when you and Draco will move in together by the time Remus and I leave for the next term of Hogwarts in a month."

"Oh, umm..." Harry thinks about what he's learned so far while shopping. "I guess I've learnt how to shop, though I've done shopping before. Oh, and to grab the food items that give you more for your money, but it depends on how many people you're cooking for. To not buy unneeded items... and to uh... get the items that the used-by date is furthest away from today."

"Yup, that's correct," Severus said, nodding in approval. "Well said." Harry grins.

They arrive back home, the door closing behind them, and they put all the green reusable shopping bags down onto the floor, where they unpack the items and put the food away in the pantry and fridge.

"Thank you for helping, Harry," Remus says, glancing at Harry and smiling widely as he refills the blue container of tea bags.

"Yep, no problem!" Harry says quickly as he wanders over to the Floo after filling the wooden bowl on the Island with fruits. "I'll see you this afternoon for dinner."

"Don't have too much fun," Severus tells him, almost warning him. "And give Narcissa and Draco our hello's."

"Will do!" Harry says at last before turning towards the Floo and disappearing into the green flames. He stepped out of the Floo into Malfoy Manor's Lounge Room on the Ground Floor, excitement suddenly filling him, and it's most likely because Dracelle's standing before him, her pregnant belly sticking out of Draco's golden buttoned-down shirt, and a happy smile on her face. It was a happy colour which Harry quite enjoyed seeing on his partner. "Hey, my love," he says quietly and puts his arms around Dracelle's waist, being as close as he can. "You just look gorgeous as always."

Dracelle blushes, long strands of her hair falling over her face which she blows away and then pulls him into a deep kiss, smiling slowly as her lips touch Harry's, her protruding belly touching Harry's flat stomach, though Harry stood to his side so he could be as close as possible to Dracelle and their child. As she leans away after a moment, she rests her forehead against Harry's forehead and asks, "We headed for the gardens now or will we wait for some time?"

"Depends on if you're hungry or not," Harry responds softly, placing his hand over Dracelle's round stomach which he feels rumble. He chuckles and rubs circles over her stomach. "I guess that's a yes to food then?"

Dracelle nods, face tinted with pink. "I believe so," she replies, tone light. "I am a little hungry. I'm always hungry, especially with this thing inside of me." She glances down at her large round belly, half-smiling at it.

"Hey, it's our thing," Harry tells her gently as they begin walking to the back door and porch of the Manor. "Our thing – daughter – that we love so much." He opens the back door for Dracelle who kisses his cheek as a thank you, and Harry grins and follows her to the stone pathway which leads past the greenhouses and into the Garden. "By the way, Severus and Remus say their Hello." Dracelle smiles.

That lovely white table and chairs were still in the garden from weeks ago, which they sat at. A bowl of fresh apricots was in the middle of the table, and a small number of plates of food started appearing on the table in front of them. Dracelle immediately dug in, and Harry just watched her with a smile, his hands steepled under his chin, the nervous butterflies starting up again. 

Dracelle caught Harry staring and smiled, blowing on the hot pork on her fork. "What is it, Harry?" she asks softly. Harry's eyes twinkled, and Dracelle had a feeling what was going to happen next. It's happened at least five times before.

"Oh... nothing," Harry says with a cheeky smile as he slides off his seat, knees on the floor and crawls over to Dracelle's side of the table. He rests his elbow on the table and slides his hand over hers. "I just... I love you so much. Nothing I can do besides telling you I love you and acting on it can prove to you that I love you so much. But I want to tell and show you, and I feel like the only way of doing that is-"

"Oh, Merlin," Dracelle says in surprise, her heart hammering in her chest, and she cups her mouth with her hand, smiling so wide that it suddenly hurts. But then she feels a rush of water come out of her, and she's then starting to panic, her breathing becoming shallow and quick, staring off past Harry at a small pink pebble in the garden bed. "Oh, Merlin..." She starts feeling contractions. "Oh Merlin, Harry!"

Seeing the panic in his lover's face, Harry immediately begins to worry. "Draco, what's wrong?" he asks quickly, standing back up. "What do you feel?"

"I think..." Dracelle looks back into Harry's emerald, green eyes. "I think the baby's coming." Surprise and excitement sparkle in Harry's eyes, widening them and he nods his head. Harry grabs his wand out of his pocket quickly and casts his Patronus at the Manor, a silver stag leaps out from his wand and disappears through one of the high windows. It was to Narcissa.

"Let's get you quickly inside," Harry says at once, attempting to lift Dracelle up off the seat, though she tried getting up herself. Dracelle's pants were stained with her labour water, the seat slightly soaked. Finally, she was up, and Harry had an arm around her and tried to make it inside the manor with quick steps.

They walked into the manor and headed for the Lounge Room where the closest Floo was, though as they neared the couch, Dracelle let herself fall down on it onto her back and laid down, and Harry was trying to pull Dracelle back up onto her feet, but it seemed the blonde didn't want to leave the couch.

"Come on, Draco!" Harry tells her loudly. "We've got to get you to St Mungo's!" But Dracelle shook her head quickly, her breathing still coming out quickly. Harry ran his hands through his hair, a little frustrated and worried, and he didn't realise he started pacing, not knowing what to do.

"I got your Patronus Message!" Narcissa shouts as she jogs into the room, her heels in her hand so she can run faster, the other hand carrying a camera, and she is panting. Once she sees Dracelle lying on the couch, clearly looking like she's about to deliver a baby, she looks a little shocked. "What are you waiting for, Harry! Help me get Draco to St Mungo's!"

"No!" Dracelle snaps and grasps her hand around Harry's arm, who whips his head around and looks down at her, his expression softening. "No Hospital. I don't think I can make it all the way. I'm doing it here."

"Alright," Narcissa says at once with a nod and gives Harry the camera. "Harry, remove her clothes. I'll Floo to the Hospital myself and call for your doctor." She smiles at them both, before giving them kisses on the forehead. "I love you both. I can't believe this is finally happening! I'm going to be a grandmother!" Then she turned on her heel and hurried off to the Floo.

Harry places the camera at the end of the lounge chair and starts pulling Dracelle's pants down, and once her legs are free, Harry tucks the pants under her bottom just so the couch doesn't get so wet for when the baby comes. "Spread your legs, dear," he tells her softly, and he helps with getting Dracelle's shirt off, laying it over his lover's pregnant stomach. He still couldn't believe it. Their baby was coming in a few minutes, or seconds.

He Accioed a pillow from Lucius' armchair, raised Dracelle's head with his hand and placed it under her head. "I'm no doctor, but all I'll say is push," he tells her firmly with a quick sigh. "Just push and it'll all be over before you know it. You can do this. You got this! I believe in you." He intertwines his hand with Dracelle's and gives her hand a tight squeeze.

Dracelle nods, still breathing quickly, and she squeezes Harry's hand back. "Harry," she moans in pain, her legs spread wide, eyes filling with tears and teeth grinding together as she pushes.

"I'm back!" Narcissa says loudly, jogging into the room from the Lounge Room's entrance, and following behind her was Dr Ivan and another doctor, a little taller than Dr Ivan was and was carrying a leather briefcase. The other doctor introduces himself as Doctor Scot Welsh, who puts the briefcase on the coffee table and puts a few small potions around the briefcase.

"I hope what I did helps," Harry says to Dr Ivan, pointing out the pillow underneath Dracelle's head, the pants under her bottom, and the shirt over her belly and crotch.

Dr Ivan nods. "It'll help with delivering the baby," he says quickly with assurance and sits behind Dracelle, so he'd be able to watch the delivery happen. But he didn't need to wait as he already saw a sign of the baby coming. "I see the head!"

Narcissa giggles as she leans over the chair's back and sees it all start happening, seeing the head of the baby first, and then the shoulders. She quickly grabbed the Camera from the end of the lounge chair.

Harry smiles widely and kisses the back of Dracelle's hand intertwined with his own. "Take your time," he tells her gently. "It's no rush."

Dracelle nods her head, her nostrils flaring, and her hand gripping the top of the lounge's back, her other squeezing Harry's hand tightly as she cries out and pushes their child out. Next the torso, then the legs and feet.

And as the baby was finally out, she was quite pink and began to cry. Narcissa oohed and awed as she took a few pictures and stared down at her granddaughter, Harry just stared in awe, and Dr Ivan cut the umbilical cord which then disappeared instantly as if by magic, and he gently wiped away the womb fluids from the baby girl with a small white towel he got from inside Dr Welsh's opened briefcase. He then wrapped the baby up in a second light yellow towel, then the baby girl's cries began to fade, and then he gave her to Harry to hold while he got the potions ready.

Dracelle breathes heavily, hair sticking to her sweaty forehead, a little relieved to have that over and done with, and she looks to her side at Harry and their baby daughter, smiling happily at them with tears rolling down her face.

Harry smiled back at her while he gently bumped his baby girl up and down in his arms as a way of calming her down until she stopped crying, he sat down by Dracelle's side, tears of happiness in his eyes and he leaned down and kisses her lips, though it was a little hard to as he was smiling too much out of excitement and had a baby in his arms. When he leans away after a second, he looks down at his daughter who opened her eyes for the first time, and he just falls in love instantly. She has his green eyes, but the small thin strands of blonde hair on her head obviously came from Draco, as well as her slightly pointed ears.

"Oh, she's just so beautiful," Narcissa sighs as she looks down at her granddaughter from behind the couch.

"She is," Harry agrees softly and places a soft kiss on his firstborn's forehead, his daughter's small hand curled around his index finger which melts his heart. Narcissa walks around the lounge chair to Dracelle, Harry, and her grandchild.

"Let me hold her," Dracelle says, but when she tries to sit up, she hisses in pain and lays back down on the couch, groaning as she looks up at the ceiling.

"No, you can stay there and drink this," Dr Ivan says sternly and hands her a vial of orange potion. "It's a basic pain-reliever potion to help you, and it works after a minute."

Dracelle nods and drinks the potion at her own pace while she watches Harry and her mother giggle and baby-talk to her daughter beside her. She felt a little jealous. But as the little girl locked eyes with her, and she saw she had Harry's emerald green eyes, the eyes which have been passed down from mother to son, to daughter, and she had Harry's nose, she didn't feel so jealous after all, and she gave her a smile and a wave. It was like she was holding her anyway.

Harry looks back down at his lover, his heart melting again as he sees Dracelle smiling, he hands him their baby, and Dracelle, with a small groan, sits up slightly so she can cradle her firstborn. "We still have to name her," he reminds her. "So... what name do you think suits her? What do you think she looks like?"

Dracelle takes a look at their daughter again, studying her, seeing resemblances between Harry and herself in her. "I believe... she looks like a... either an Esther or Cassiopeia," she tells Harry. "What would you choose?"

"How about Cassiopeia?" Harry says, and he looks at Narcissa who is nodding at him, then back at Dracelle. "It's a pretty name, and it's still going by your family's Tradition which I don't mind at all. This tradition is lovely." He looks down at his daughter in his partner's arms and sees she's fast asleep.

"I love the name," Narcissa says warmly, her hand on Harry's shoulder. "I think it suits her quite well."

"Dr Ivan, dumb question, but what happened to my womb or will happen?" Dracelle then asks the doctor out of curiosity. She just wanted to know if when Harry has sex with her either tomorrow or when he's feeling better once he's turned back to a male, he won't fall pregnant again. She'd rather wait another year or two until having another child. "And how long will my stomach remain large for?"

"No such thing as a dumb question, and your womb will disappear once you become male again, and if you had taken a birthing potion the womb would disappear immediately after giving birth, as the umbilical cord has done so just minutes ago," Dr Ivan tells him. "And that baby belly of yours will be back to its pre-pregnancy size after a few days. There's nothing to worry about."

"But we'll need to feed your child some potions to help so she won't get sick," Dr Welsh says, his voice deep, and he hands Harry a purple potion with a small straw sticking out of it, the end looking like a nipple for the baby to suck on to drink the potion. "Think of it like the injections the muggles give their babies to boost the infant's immune system and stop it from getting certain diseases and sicknesses. There's fresh milk in these potions too so it's not so strong for your baby."

Harry nods, and he puts the straw up to Cassiopeia's mouth and tries to insert it into her mouth, but it doesn't go through. He didn't want to wake her either. So, he looked up at Narcissa for help, "Narcissa, would you mind helping me?"

Narcissa smiles down at them. "Just pull Cassiopeia's chin back gently and feed her the potion," she tells him simply. "If she wakes and starts crying, continue feeding her and rocking her back and forth to calm her down. Eventually, she'll get tired of crying and will fall back asleep."

"Okay," Harry replies with a nod and does exactly what Narcissa told him to, though Cassiopeia began sucking on the end, the lilac purple liquid crept up into the straw and into her mouth. He smiled down at his daughter, then locked eyes with Dracelle who slowly and carefully moved over a bit which left enough room for Harry to sit beside her. He gives Dracelle's cheek a soft kiss, then rests his chin on her shoulder and whispers to her, "You're incredible."

Dracelle chuckles, blushes, and shakes her head. "No, you are," she tells him quietly.

Dr Ivan came over and scanned Cassiopeia with his wand, A pink light glowed around her, and he nodded his head in approval and stepped back, getting the next potion ready for her. "I believe that is all," he says at last. "That potion there," he points to a pink vial of potion, "will help your little one become immune to certain muggle infant diseases. If you have any questions, go for it. But I'm sure Mrs Malfoy will fill you in with the details about taking care of your child."

"And are you positively sure you'd want to name your daughter Cassiopeia before Dr Ivan and I sign your daughter's Birth Certificate?" Dr Welsh asks, holding a sheet of parchment which was the Birth Certificate, with an Eagle Owl quill in his other hand. "Sometimes couples decide to change the name of their child at the last minute."

Dracelle looks at Harry and smiles as Harry nods his head. "Yes," she responds and looks over at the two doctors. "We'd like our daughter to be named Cassiopeia."

Dr Welsh nods and writes that down on the Birth Certificate, his quill scratching away. "Last names?" he then asks.

"Err..." Harry flushes as he looks down at his daughter who's peacefully sleeping and nibbling on the straw end. What last name will their daughter have? Potter or Malfoy?

"Potter," Dracelle tells the doctor. "Cassiopeia Potter. Might as well use Harry's last name when I know I'll be marrying him someday." She elbows Harry in the side, and Harry blushes and looks at her in such a loving way that it distracts Dracelle entirely. Narcissa laughed girlishly at what she heard.

"Give her the middle name of Myrtle, please," Harry says to Dracelle's eyes that glistened with happy tears.

"Wait, what?" Dracelle says at once and blinks her eyes a few times as if she heard wrong. "Myrtle as a middle name?"

"I think it sounds absolutely pretty," Harry says, a matter of fact. "Doesn't it? Cassiopeia Myrtle Potter?"

"It actually does," Dracelle admits thoughtfully with a slow nod. The name Myrtle is quite lovely and rare. She just doesn't know why Harry chose Myrtle's name out of so many others. "But why Myrtle?"

"Because Myrtle's a lovely person and deserves some acknowledgement," Harry tells her softly. "If someone were to ask about Cassiopeia's middle name, I'd tell them about the Myrtle I got to know, the Myrtle I relate to. If it weren't for Tom Riddle and his Basilisk, Myrtle wouldn't have died as a sacrifice, but she would have died by suicide anyway since she thought about doing so a lot." Narcissa frowned at what she just heard.

"Myrtle it is for the middle name," Dr Welsh says and writes that down on the Birth Certificate, noticing the self-inflicted pink lines on Harry's arms. "Now that all that is done, Dr Ivan and I must depart. Take care, Mr Potter, Ms Malfoy, and you Lady Malfoy." With nods, the two medic wizards left the room into the hallway outside the lounge room.

"May I hold her?" Narcissa then asks quietly to Dracelle and Harry.

"Of course, Mother," Dracelle says, sitting up slowly and taking the straw out of Cassiopeia's mouth as the first potion was finished. She then gently gave Cassiopeia to Narcissa. "She'll need to be fed the other potion soon though, and then we'll put her to bed."

Narcissa nodded, and she smiled as she cradled her granddaughter in her arms and kissed her forehead. "Hello," she baby-talks to her granddaughter. "I'm Narcissa, you're grandmother. You are just so gorgeous! Lucius would love you too!"

"You really are incredible," Harry whispers to Dracelle as Narcissa is distracted by their daughter, and he pushes strands of Dracelle's long blonde hair behind her ears. Dracelle rolls her eyes, smiling a little shyly. "You gave birth today to that little angel. Our little angel. You gave life! I couldn't be more impressed, and happier."

"You helped me create her," Dracelle says quietly, booping Harry on the nose with a small laugh. Then she hesitates, thinking for a moment. "But uhm... back in the garden, what were you going to do?" Her eyes glazed over with interest. "You appeared like you were going to...propose to me."

Harry smiles widely. "Did you want me to?" he asks slowly, placing his hand over Dracelle's. "Because I would." Dracelle's cheeks slowly coloured with a tinge of bright pink, and she turned her hand over just so she could hold Harry's hand. But as Harry thought about all that, he had a few doubts. Only small ones. "Though because Dean's proposal to Seamus was only a month ago, I wouldn't want the spotlight to fade away from them and shine onto us. You know I don't like so much attention unless it's from you." Dracelle grins proudly.

"We could just keep it to ourselves for a while, if you do propose," Dracelle suggests softly, her arm snaking around Harry's waist. She wanted to be as close as she could possibly be to Harry. "I wouldn't mind it being a secret from anyone for a while until we're ready to start telling people. If anyone asks about the ring, I can just say it was a birthday gift you gave me."

"Ah, the ring," Harry says quietly to himself, thinking about all the sorts of rings he could buy for the proposal to Draco, whenever that'll be. He just needs to lie to his fathers, which he doesn't want to do at all and say he's going to either Malfoy Manor or the Burrow, but instead he'll be hitting the town and finding a jewellery store.

"I just look forward to the day when I start calling you my fiancé," Dracelle tells Harry quietly and couldn't be any happier admitting it to her lover. "And then in the future, my husband."

Harry thinks about that new title he could give Dracelle-Draco. Fiancé... It sounds splendid! But his fiancé for how long exactly until the wedding? A few months? A year? He didn't know. It was all a lot to think about. Especially after Dracelle just gave birth which to him, and as he's mentioned, was the most incredible thing he's ever seen. "I look forward to that day too," he replies with happiness. "And I agree, if we decide on it, we'll keep the exciting news hidden from the world."

Dracelle leans forward, and their foreheads touch. Sweat still remained on her forehead from the entirety of giving birth. "I forgot to say back in the Garden that I love you too," she tells Harry quietly.

Harry tilts his head and gives Dracelle a loving smile. "You didn't need to say it because I know you love me and you would have said it anyway if you didn't go into labour sooner," he replies to her in a warm, light voice. He still couldn't believe that today, the 16th of July, at 10:25 in the morning, was the day his very first child was born. "And I love you too, Draco Lucius Malfoy."

Dracelle then kissed him, her heart thumping loudly in her chest as she felt Harry wedge himself in between her legs, and her hand came up to cup Harry's soft manly face gently as if it were a delicate piece of artwork that she was afraid might fracture. But Harry is a delicate artwork piece that she fell in love with the minute she first looked into those pristine emerald green eyes.

Harry leaned away after some time, a great smile on his lips. The day wasn't over yet though. "Draco, put your shirt on and summon one of the elves to get you a blanket to cover the rest of you," he tells his lover as he slowly, but eventually gets off the couch. "I believe it's time our daughter met the rest of the family."

"Oh?" said Dracelle, a little confused as she knew her father was in Azkaban. But Harry's parents, Severus, and Remus, aren't. "Yes, alright." Harry leans down, giving her a quick kiss, which Dracelle tries to deepen by wrapping her arms around Harry's torso, but Harry easily manages to worm his way out of her embrace with a soft chuckle.

Harry then walked over to the large mantle Fireplace and Kneeled down, up above him the Malfoy Family Portrait of Narcissa, Lucius, and a smaller version of Draco hung. He fire-called his home, and once he sees his father's lounge room and hears the sizzle of food on a frypan and pots and pans clanging, he begins to call out. "Severus? Remus? Are you there?"

Remus walks into the lounge room from the kitchen. "Hello, Harry," he says, smiling. "Are you coming home for lunch? I thought you'd be out all morning with the Malfoy's."

"Hi, and yes, I'll be here all evening," Harry says, nodding his head. He wanted to stay over the night at Malfoy Manor though as he wanted to spend his first night with his newly born daughter and his partner. He too was smiling as he was about to tell his parents the greatest news. "But you are welcome to join us. The reason I'm fire-calling you is because... well, I want you and Severus to meet someone here at Malfoy Manor. Where is Dad by the way?"

"Severus is upstairs doing the laundry," Remus says, a little curiously though. "I'll go inform him of this... meeting."

Harry nods his head. "Great!" he says brightly. "It's no rush either." Remus nods and walks away back into the kitchen. Harry ends the fire-call and turns back to Dracelle who he sees has got her buttoned-down shirt on and had a green and red blanket covering her legs and crotch.

"So is Sev and Remus coming?" Dracelle then asks, rolling onto her side to try and find a comfortable spot to lay, and she smiles at Harry. "I wouldn't want them missing out on seeing Cassiopeia for the first time."

"They'll be here soon," Harry assures her softly and joins her back on the lounge chair, lying facing her, and he chuckles as Dracelle wedges her knee in between his legs. "Remus is just getting Severus from upstairs." He looks behind them, seeing Narcissa and baby Cassiopeia over by Narcissa's cherry red chaise and he smiles at them having their grandmother and granddaughter time.

"Alright, Mother, can I have my daughter back, please?" Dracelle asks after a moment of watching Harry quietly, feeling like the luckiest person on Earth to have met such an incredible and undeniably handsome young man like Harry, and to have created a living breathing heir with him. It was just... astounding!

"No," Narcissa says simply. Dracelle sighs and rubs at Harry's hand, wanting Harry's attention again and as a gesture to tell him that she wants his daughter back.

Harry sits up and leans his stomach against the lounge's back cushion, his arms crossed over the top. "Narcissa, can we have our daughter back please?" he asks of her kindly. "Severus and Remus are Floo-ing here shortly to meet our little Cassiopeia and I'd like them to meet her."

"Of course, Harry," Narcissa said nicely and walked over to the lounge chair, then gave Cassiopeia to Harry who took the sleeping baby in his arms and readjusted the towel around her.

Dracelle's mouth opened a little in disbelief and she slowly sat up. "What!" she snapped quietly.

Harry chuckles at Dracelle, and he leans back next to her so they're shoulder-to-shoulder. He just relaxes there with her and his baby daughter, exchanging loving glances and kisses with his lover every so often. He then gives Cassiopeia to Dracelle, then reaches over to the coffee table to grab the next vial of potion to get ready to feed her.

Severus and Remus then stepped into the lounge room from the outside hallway. The boys looked up at them. "Well, good afternoon," Severus says first. Remus just smiled.

Harry beamed at them. "Severus and Remus, I'd like you to meet a special someone," he says slowly as he gestures to them over to the couch where he and Dracelle sat with their daughter. He watches as his Father's then notices the little baby wrapped in a yellow towel in Dracelle's arms and their expressions change from surprise to adoration and love.

"Oh, and who is this little one?" Remus asks as he leans over the couch's side and gently pets the baby's soft blonde head with his fingers.

"Meet Cassiopeia Myrtle Potter," Harry says to his fathers with a happy glance at his daughter and Dracelle, the two people that he loves the most in his life. "The first Potter-Malfoy heir and the first girl to be born into the Malfoy Family."

"What a lovely name for a child, and a great tradition-breaker," Severus says proudly to his son, standing next to Remus. He knew from Lucius that there hadn't been a girl born into the Malfoy Family before. So, this was the first one in aeons. "Harry, you have made me and Remus so proud."

Harry snorts, not believing that at all. He still believes Remus and Severus are still to this day disappointed in him for impregnating Draco nine months ago, which saddened him at the time, but he kind of believes it was almost like fate that brought him and Draco a beautiful baby daughter named Cassiopeia.

"I like breaking my family's traditions, it's quite fun," Dracelle says, smirking. Narcissa looked at her with disapproval from on her chaise, her eyes narrowing, but then she started laughing girlishly having obviously been pretending to care if her son breaks a few traditions. "Well, some of the traditions, like having more than one kid." She suggestively winks at Harry, who blushes and nods with a smile. "Oh and falling in love with a man who changes everything in the Malfoy Family. Though the act of falling in love with the opposite sex in the family isn't tradition and thank Merlin for that! Oh, what else...?"

"Well, you stole my heart so that's one thing," Harry reminds her warmly, resting his chin on her shoulder while his arm snaked around her back. "Now give Cassiopeia to Severus and Remus to hold. They need to see their granddaughter up close."

Dracelle handed Cassiopeia to Severus who took the baby girl from Dracelle's arms and held the baby girl gently as if like a porcelain doll that could break at any time. "You're just so small," he speaks to her quietly. "Like a tiny baby Kneazle."

"Like a tiny wolf pup," Remus whispers with an adored look on his face, his finger slowly circling Cassiopeia's tiny palm. "She's a gorgeous little thing."

Harry locks eyes with Dracelle, smiles and intertwines their hands together, and he thinks about their life as of now. They're going to be raising a child together and will be living on their own together soon with their daughter and trying to get jobs in the future. It'll be hard, but they know they can do it together as they always do.

Severus and Remus had left a few thirty minutes after giving their son's newborn baby girl all their attention and love. Dracelle was feeling tired all afternoon and evening, and all she could do was feed their daughter and learn how to change, wash, and clothe her with Harry which they were taught by Narcissa how to do all three.

They decided to invite Hermione, Blaise, Pansy, and Ron over the next day so they could see the baby girl, the new Malfoy or Potter, whichever it'll be. They were in the lounge room again, baby items including a cot and white stroller, and some toys in one corner of the room by the large windows. Draco, now thankfully male again, was lying on the couch again, dressed comfortably in some warm clothes although it was summer. Harry thought he was a little off in the head, dressed in a jumper and sweatpants, which wasn't his style at all. But Harry knew Draco was dressed this way to not only disguise his large baby belly, which had shrunken overnight to half its size, but because none of his other clothes actually fit him. Not yet at least. Tomorrow his clothes should fit him again.

Pansy was all over baby Cassiopeia, stealing her easily from Ron's grasp, telling the little girl that when she's old enough, she'll spoil her every time she comes around. That was until Hermione stole Cassiopeia back from Pansy, and Ron and Blaise just stood by each other's sides and watched the girls with amusement. Harry was just laughing at Pansy and Hermione as he was seated on the lounge chair that they kept as it was the lounge that Draco gave birth on, and Draco fell asleep on Harry's lap, arms around Harry's waist, still quite exhausted from yesterday.

Cassiopeia woke them up twice last night, both at 3 am and 3:30 am in the morning, just as Harry and Draco were about to fall back asleep again because she had gone to the toilet in her nappy and was hungry. Harry changed her, and Draco called for an Elf, Misky, to fill up Cassiopeia's bottle of milk. Once Cassiopeia was changed into a new Nappy, Draco fed her the milk, and Harry kissed Draco's cheek before going back to bed. Draco smiles, and he waits until Cassiopeia finishes her bottle, then he kisses her little forehead, gives her a purple pacifier, and heads back to bed. As he crawls into bed, Harry rolls over and puts his arms around Draco, and Draco lays on his side facing Harry and puts an arm around Harry's stomach.

Hermione sits next to Harry on the couch, Cassiopeia in her arms and she's just smiling down at her. "I'm going to make sure you read 1000 books before you turn one year old, Cassiopeia," she whispers to the baby girl's face. "Oh, she's so beautiful! She then looks up at Harry, "Tell me, Harry, what made you choose the name Cassiopeia? I'm just curious."

"Well, Draco and I made a list of girl names a while back," Harry tells her quietly, his hand gently massaging Draco's scalp. "Cassiopeia was on the list, and it's a Malfoy family tradition to name a kid after a constellation, so we chose it. Cassiopeia Myrtle Potter. Or Malfoy. Whichever one we choose once Draco and I get married."

"Oh, how lovely," Hermione says warmly, but then she's grinning. "So, you've been thinking of marriage then? You've proposed to Draco four times now, although each time he refuses."

"Five times actually," Harry admits quietly, and Hermione's eyes widen, and she giggles. "And the first time I asked him was in the bathroom." He smiled and looked down at Draco's sleeping face. "He refused as he didn't want to be proposed to in his bathroom, which I understand. I don't even have rings yet. The other times Draco and I were in the hallways of Hogwarts, out on the grounds. And after he refused, I'd always ask if he'd like to be proposed to in a garden then, the closest being either the Malfoy Manor Gardens or The Garden of Amare. Yesterday I nearly proposed to him, out in the Manor's gardens, before his water broke."

"Oh, Harry," Hermione sighs, pleased to hear all this. "You're so romantic. You deserve each other so much!" Harry nods his head, now thinking of marriage again and a proposal. "Anyway, think your schedule for this Friday is empty enough to include dinner at the Burrow? Mrs Weasley heard about baby Cassiopeia and she and the rest of the Weasleys want to meet her. Narcissa may come along too."

"I believe there's nothing on Friday, so we'd love to come for dinner," Harry says, though he thought about this Friday coming up, pondering if there is anything going on that day besides dinner. He knows on Thursday, he, Draco and Narcissa are taking Cassiopeia in her cute, elegant stroller around the Malfoy gardens, and for lunch, they're having a little picnic. "Just means we'd have to bring bottles of milk for Cassy for dinner before we head off to the Burrow."

"I'm sure Mrs Weasley will be happy to make some baby food for Cassiopeia too," Hermione says to assure him that his daughter will be fine to take care of. "She raised seven kids, Harry. She knows what she's doing."

"No, no, it's quite alright," Harry says quickly. "Cassy is my and Draco's responsibility. We'd only ask for help when or if Draco and I are going out on a date together, and Narcissa would be the first person who we'd ask to take care of Cassy for a while if Draco and I were busy. Besides, Cassy can't eat baby food yet, not until she's a few months old. Only milk for her at the moment."

"Alright," Hermione says at last. "The option's there if you need it though." Harry nods his appreciation. "Now, I've packed a light bag of baby books for you to start reading Cassiopeia before she goes to sleep." And as she said so, a green shopping bag filled with so many baby books that it looked as if it was about to explode floated in from outside the lounge room's entrance and landed beside Hermione's feet.

"Light reading?" Harry said with a quiet laugh as he noted how filled the bag was. "Hermione, I don't think Cassy would understand any of those books when we read them to her. But thank you anyway."

"You're welcome," Hermione smiles. She looked back down at the baby girl in her arms who stared right back at her with the green eyes of her best friend. "So, are you excited about the new living arrangements you and Draco are going to deal with in the muggle world?"

"No," Harry drawls. "It's going to be challenging, but it's something Draco and I have to suffer with together." He glances back down at Draco's face, excited to be waking up every morning and seeing that handsome face of his lovers now and since they have a child, they're meant to stick together every day and night. "I'll make sure he and I do things together like go on dates, take Cassy to the nearest park for a walk, watch TV or go see a movie since we'll be in the muggle world."

"Good, good," Hermione says with a nod, and she smiles at the fun Harry, Draco and Cassiopeia are going to have soon in the Muggle World. "Keep coming up with ideas to keep you guys busy, but not too busy. Don't tire yourselves out."

"We won't," Harry assures her. "Now, what's the time? I'm certain Cassiopeia needs to be fed soon."

Hermione looks down at her muggle watch. "Half past nine," she reads from her clock. "Does that mean it's feeding time?"

"Close enough, yeah," Harry says. "I just need to get Draco off me so I can head to the kitchens and ask the elves for more milk, and Cassiopeia's bottle, wherever I put it. Oh, wait." He grabs his wand from next to Draco, wedged between them and Accio's the bottle with a pink lid, which zoomed towards him from under Narcissa's chaise and he grabbed it. "Oh... So that's where it was."

"Here, let me get the milk," Hermione insists, holding her hand out for the bottle.

Harry shakes his head. "Misky!" he calls out to the house elf of Malfoy Manor who he knows most out of all of them. Quickly, the small house-elf popped into the lounge room, in front of the lounge chair, looking up at them from the floor with its wide eyes.

"Yes, what can Misky do for Mister Harry Potter," the small house-elf says, a little slowly. "Would Mister Draco Malfoy like a blanket? Would Mister Harry Potter and his friends like some tea and biscuits?"

"Some tea and biscuits would be lovely, thank you," Harry says with his usual politeness. "And no, no blanket for Draco, but thank you. And could you please fill Cassiopeia's bottle up with warm milk? It's getting close to her feeding time." He passed the elf the baby bottle, only being able to reach so far with Draco's head on his lap.

Misky stepped forward and grabbed the baby bottle from Harry before she popped out of the room.

Harry tapped Draco on the neck lightly with two fingers, needing to wake his boyfriend up. Draco's eyes fluttered open, staring up into Harry's pools of emerald green, and he smiled and reached up, cupping Harry's face in the palms of his hands. "Well, hello again, my darling," the tired blonde says quietly. "Has everyone left yet? I want you to myself again." He pulls Harry's face down towards his own. "We can feed our dear Cassiopeia, put her to bed, then go to bed together, just the two of us." 

"Nobody has left, dear," Harry tells him just as quietly, and as their lips touch from Draco pulling his face further down, Draco grins and Harry smiles and kisses him. But Harry pulls away after a moment of slow kissing, regaining his thoughts on what he was about to discuss. "Everybody who we invited earlier this morning is still here. And you can have me to yourself in an hour. You're right about one thing though, and that's needing to feed our daughter. Misky will be here shortly with a bottle of warm milk."

And then Misky appeared in front of them, Cassiopeia's bottle in her hands, filled to the brim. "Misky has filled the baby's bottle up with warm milk," she tells them as she hands Harry the bottle back. "Misky has put everlasting charm on milk, so when baby finishes the entire bottle, it refills."

"Thank you kindly, Misky," Harry says to the little elf, and he then turns to Hermione. "Would you like to feed her, Hermione? It can be practice for you, in a way."

"Oh, I'd love to," Hermione says, beaming. Harry puts the nipple of the bottle to Cassiopeia's little mouth, and as if sensing the milk, she opens her mouth and nibbles on the nipple as she begins drinking from the bottle. Hermione takes the bottle from Harry's grasp, and she just sits there patiently feeding her best friend's firstborn with a smile.

Ron eventually joins her after just listening to Blaise and Pansy talk to each other and Narcissa and answering them if he is asked something. Mainly just answered questions about how his family was doing. He found out Charlie has been dating some man by the name of Steven, and Percy and Oliver are doing very well, are still living together, and go out together every now and then. The two even adopted a Krup very recently! That's pretty much all. There's no new gossip about George and Justin's relationship from the last Harry's heard of them, only that Justin's been helping George out quite well with his depression, and he is able to make George really happy. He's still having trouble with Mirrors still, and even Windows. Anything with a reflection.

Ron looked down at the little bundle of joy, smiling. "What did you say I was to her again, Harry?" he asked, looking up at his best mate. "A godparent?"

"A godfather, Ron," Harry reminds him. "Like how Sirius was to me. And Hermione, if you wanted, you can be Cassiopeia's godmother."

"I'd be honoured," Hermione says brightly. But seeing Cassiopeia dribble some milk out of her mouth, she quickly gasped a quiet "Oh, no" and gently pulled the bottle from Cassiopeia's mouth. She wiped the dribble away from the little one's mouth, afraid she might have flooded Cassiopeia's mouth with milk, but she seemed fine. "Harry, does it mean anything if she dribbles?"

"Dribbling is fine," Harry assures her, smiling down at his baby girl in his best friend's arms. "It means she's enjoying the warm milk. Throwing up would usually mean she's full."

"Okay, all good to know," Hermione says, and she puts the nipple of the bottle back in Cassiopeia's mouth, feeding her again, not at all stressed about overfeeding her.

Draco pulls Harry towards him, and their eyes meet. Harry smiles. "You know," Draco says as he walks two fingers up Harry's strong arms strengthened by Quidditch, until he's drawing ticklish circles in the skin of Harry's neck. He then whispers, "I am feeling much better than yesterday, so why don't we sneak upstairs, leave everyone here, and just...have some quality, special, undisturbed time up in our bedroom alone? We can have the time of our lives. I did promise you I'd be plummeting rather hard into that fine round arse of yours a few months ago."

Harry tried to hold his barking laughter but all that came out was a snort, his green eyes glinting with lust as he wanted that too, but he'd like to wait until all their friends left the manor. "In an hour, Draco," he tells him quietly. "And once everyone leaves, then I'll take you up to our bedroom and you can give me that. I promise. Now go and socialise with everyone. Unless you'd like to go wait in our bedroom for me? It'll be a long wait though." 

"I'll stay and snuggle with you," Draco mumbles with a smile as he leans down, taking Harry with him, and his arms find their way around Harry. He's just admiring how handsome his boyfriend is, from the tips of his toes to his handsome face and messy black hair. "You're very beautiful, you know?" 

Harry blushes, and he grins gorgeously down at Draco. "I've come to believe that over the years from the number of times you've told me that," he admits fondly, and he lowers himself down over his lover and cups Draco's cheek. "I never believed you when you first told me how handsome and pretty, I was. Nobody told me such a thing ever. But you did."

"I'm so glad you believe me now, Harry," Draco says, and he feels quite moved that Harry told him this. He turns his head to the side, kissing Harry's palm, closing his eyes. "I meant every single 'You're beautiful, pretty, or smart' I told you in these past years, even the ones I told Pansy, Ivy, and Blaise back since our first year when talking about you, and after the day I first looked into your gorgeous green eyes. I remember that night, I couldn't get you off my mind all day, all week, all year. I still can't get you off my mind even now." 

Harry's giggling now, and he ends the space between them in a kiss, passionate and loving, his hands moving up to Draco's neat hair, though careful not to move a single perfect strand. And Draco's smiling slowly with every kiss, his head tilting to deepen their loving kiss and embrace, his arms only tightening around Harry.

"I love you so much, Draco Lucius Malfoy," Harry says between breathtaking kisses. "More than the number of galaxies in our infinite universe."

"I love you too, Harry James Potter, and so much," Draco says in a whisper, pressing their foreheads together. "More than you'll ever know. More than I can prove."

They both looked over at their baby daughter in Hermione's arms still. Hermione looked up, realising what the two men wanted as they were looking at the baby girl in her arms, and she happily passed Cassiopeia over to Harry.

Harry brought Cassiopeia into his arms, and he smiled down at her, turning so he faced Draco. They shared loving looks at each other and at their daughter. "And we love you too so much," Harry tells his firstborn, and he gives her forehead a little kiss. As he leans his head back up, Draco presses his nose into Harry's cheek affectionately, then kisses it.

"She's beautiful just like you," Draco tells Harry, directly into his shiny green eyes, and Harry feels himself blush, silver orbs staring into his eyes with love. He couldn't look away.

"Oh, shut that pretty mouth of yours," Harry eventually says, laughing softly. "You're just so gorgeous and handsome and full of surprises. Jumpers just make you look so darn cute! I just want to kiss you until I'm running short of breath, pick you up and carry you to our bedroom."

Now Draco was blushing, and grinning, He placed his hand over Harry's cheek, his other cupping Cassiopeia's tiny head, and he placed a loud kiss on Harry's lips. "Harry, darling, I'll never shut my mouth and not compliment you. You're a literal walking man full of potential and future compliments."

Harry shakes his head, smiling happily. Just as he was about to give Draco a kiss, Cassiopeia began to cry. "Oh, no, baby," Harry cooed to his daughter and bobbed her up and down in his arms in the hope of helping her. 

"What's wrong, Cassiopeia?" Draco quietly says to her. "Are you hungry still? Where's your bottle?"

Hermione then passed the baby bottle to Harry, and he tried feeding her some milk, but she just wouldn't grab onto the bottle and drink from it. Harry then understood why. "It appears, and smells like she needs to be changed," he then tells his lover, Draco. "Come on. You're helping me."

"Okay," Draco says softly, and as Harry stands up off the couch, he joins him and links arms with him. "I'll go get everything ready upstairs." He kisses Harry on the forehead deeply, then turns to his friends and mother all just chatting with each other. "It is time you all say your goodbyes to our Cassiopeia as she must be taken upstairs to change." 

"Oh, alright!" Hermione says first, and she pulls Ron by the hand off the couch and to her best friend. But as she and Ron neared the little baby girl, Harry and Draco, Cassiopeia's cries became louder, and Hermione and Ron stopped walking. "Oh, okay. Bye-bye Cassiopeia. I hope we get to see you soon."

"You will," Harry tells her with a smile. Hermione smiles back. "Anyone else before we leave to upstairs?"

"Bye, Cassiopeia!" Pansy then says with a wave.

"Bye, little one," Blaise says to the little crying bundle in Harry's arms. "We shall see you soon."

Harry looked at Draco, and they locked eyes. "Let's go, my dear," he says, and with a nod and a smile from Draco, they walk out of the lounge room and make their way upstairs. Cassiopeia's cries drowned out in the lounge room.

"Well, we'd better go," Ron says to Narcissa, sliding his arm around Hermione. "My mum would be waiting for us at The Burrow. I don't like to keep her waiting."

"Oh, of course," Narcissa says, walking over and sitting down on her cherry-red chaise. "You may go. I'm just glad to have visitors. The manor gets quite lonely at times, especially when Draco is at school with Harry."

Hermione nods and smiles. She didn't know what to say at the moment, but she understood loneliness and missing her friends when on summer break. "Let's go, Ron," she says, walking over to the lounge room's exit which led back into the hallways. "We'll see you some other time, Mrs Malfoy."

"Yes, come again soon!" Narcissa tells the two before they leave the room, and then she sighs slowly. She looks up at the two friends of her son who're standing in the lounge room, looking a little bored. "Pansy, Blaise, do me a favour and stay with me until Harry and Draco come back downstairs with Cassiopeia."

"Sorry, Narcissa, but I cannot stay," Pansy says as she backs away to the exit out of the lounge room, and Blaise does the same but slowly. "My mother and I are going shopping. You are welcome to join us though."

But Narcissa shook her head, looking away from them. She loves shopping, but she didn't feel up to it at the moment.

"My mother and I are spending the rest of the week in Italy with my other relatives," Blaise tells her too. "Neville is coming too to meet the rest of my family, so I can't stay either. I apologise."

"Oh, it's quite alright," Narcissa says with a little wave of her hand, her eyes glued to the decorative old ceiling. "Oh, but-" She looked around the room, but Blaise and Pansy were already gone. She sighed slowly and Accioed a book towards her to read while she waited for her son and Harry.

-

Harry had just finished changing Cassiopeia's diaper, which stopped her crying, and to make sure she wouldn't start up again, Draco gave the bottle of milk to her. They looked at each other, smiling lovingly, the love they shared for each other drifted around them as baby Cassiopeia stared up at her fathers with her wide emerald green eyes, the eyes of her father, Harry, and grandmother, Lily. She didn't make a sound, she just watched as her fathers leaned into one another and kissed slowly as she drank from her bottle.

"You know," Harry whispers as he stares into his lover's eyes, "Cassiopeia has your gorgeous looks. She's more you than me."

"That's not true," Draco says quietly, blushing lightly, and he shakes his head. "She's got your beautiful green eyes, Harry. And your cute nose and pretty smile." A blush returned to Harry's face, and he looked down at their daughter gazing up at them and chuckling. "I bet she'll be just like you. A bloody brave, generous, kind, and caring soul who'll hopefully end up in Slytherin."

Harry laughs and looks back at his partner. "You wish, Draco," he tells him, grinning broadly. It seems to him that a bet is in order. "She'll be just as Gryffindor as me."

"Mmm, but the sorting hat wanted you in Slytherin," Draco reminds him, smirking at the glimmer in Harry's eyes which let him know Harry remembered. "So, I guarantee she'll be sorted into Slytherin when she attends Hogwarts in eleven years' time."

"Maybe so, but she's allowed to choose whatever house she wants to be in," Harry says, reaching into Cassiopeia's cot down by her feet and grabbing the little lion teddy. He tucks the teddy underneath the purple sheets, right next to his daughter who then slowly closes her eyes. "As you know, I chose not to be in Slytherin because back then, I was told Slytherin is home to all the dark witches and wizards. But not all Slytherin's are dark and evil. Hagrid also told me, after I met you, that Malfoys have, and I quote, 'bad blood' which I know isn't true at all." 

Draco sighs slowly through his mouth. Bloody untrue rumours.

"Hey," Harry says softly, and he cups Draco's face in his hands. "You know that even if Cassy ends up in Slytherin, I wouldn't mind at all. You're in Slytherin, your mother is too. Same as Pansy and Blaise. You're a good person, babe. Your mother, Pansy, and Blaise, they're all good people. Even your father has good in him. Sirius told me once that everyone has both light and dark in them. But it's what side they choose to act on is what matters most."

Draco then smiles. He then wraps his arms around Harry's waist and pulls him into a quick kiss. "Harry, you're so caring and can see the good in everyone, and I love you so much because of it," he tells his lover, quietly because he can see that their daughter has fallen back asleep into the land of sleepy dreams. One of his hands then slid over Harry's arse, telling him what he wants.

Harry's blush darkens, and he bites his lip and pulls Draco closer. "I love you-" But Draco cut him off and began kissing him wildly, demandingly, and hungrily all the more while walking towards the bed. Harry, surprised, sank to his knees and lightly pushed up Draco's jumper, exposing the Slytherin's pale small round stomach which was still heeling from yesterday after giving birth, and Harry pressed a kiss just above the belly button. Draco looked down at him with a smirk, but then Harry rose back to his feet and presumed kissing him.

Harry fell backwards on the bed, but he crawled his way up to the pillows and lay down on them while watching his Slytherin boyfriend cat crawl up to him. Geez, I love him. Draco was over Harry, and he leaned back down for another kiss, smiling against Harry's mouth. Harry felt the press of Draco's tongue against his lips, and he opened up, their tongues sliding together as they kissed. Jumpers, shorts, jeans, pants, and socks were being thrown around the room as they maintained their kisses and tasting tongues.

They were now both naked in Draco's silver sheeted bed, Draco on top of Harry and his hand unconsciously sliding down Harry's stomach to his prick.

Ohhhh," Harry said as Draco slid down between his legs and slowly took his cock in his mouth, maintaining eye contact the whole way down.

Draco sucked firmly, bobbing his head up and down. Harry hardened quickly in his mouth, and Draco could taste his pre-come, the creamy sourness, on his tongue as he sucked. It gave him a rush of blood to his own aching cock, to know that Harry was turned on. Was hard for him. Because of him. Draco continued to suck firmly, up, and down, bringing his hands into play. He let his spit run down, to coat everything: Harry's engorged cock, Draco's hands, his chin. It was all slick and wetness and heat. Though the heat was nothing compared to the heat of Harry's stare, his mouth fell open as he watched Draco suck his cock.

Harry reached down, winding his finger in Draco's soft blonde hair, and tugging, encouraging him to go faster, faster, faster. Draco felt his scalp sting and did as asked, mouth-watering at the curse words that fell from Harry's lips. It was as if he could no longer control what he was saying, could only lie there cursing as pleasure overwhelmed him.

Harry didn't last long. He came with a deep groan, pulling Draco's hair hard. Draco's mouth flooded with come, and he swallowed it down as Harry's grip on his hair loosened, his fingers stroking apologetically against Draco's scalp as he calmed down. Finally, Harry gave Draco's head a little push, and he let Harry's cock slip out from between his lips, sitting up and wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

Harry flushed a bit and then reached out to pull Draco towards him. They lay there kissing for a while, long, languid kisses that made Draco's whole body tingle. Harry reached between his legs and gave Draco's cock a stroke that made him shudder. He was already slick with pre-come, and the feeling was electrifying. Harry stroked him again, slow, and gentle, as they kissed, and it was too much and not enough all at once.

"Um," Harry said against Draco's lips, and let go of his cock. Draco's heart did a flip in his chest. Right. He could— They were going to— He tried to remember what he was doing, what he should do next, could barely remember his own name. Lube. That was what he needed. He half sat up and tried to lean over the edge of the bed to reach for it, but nearly fell off. Harry grabbed for him. "Smooth," Harry said unhelpfully, but at least it helped Draco's brain work a bit more for a moment, and he grabbed his wand, thinking vague thoughts of lube, and romance.

Draco realised Harry was looking at him, and it was a loving look. Right! Lube! Draco Accioed the lube, and then swished his wand to shut the curtains around his large, elegant four-poster bed.

Harry was lying back against the pillows, his face warm and expectant, and Draco felt nervous because Harry was just so . . . so fucking important to him, it was killing him.

Draco gave Harry's knee a tap. "Turn over," he said, voice coming out hoarse.

Harry's face flickered with uncertainty, but he did as asked, rising up on elbows and knees.

Draco pressed a kiss to one of Harry's arse cheeks, evincing a soft snort from Harry. He began kissing his other arse cheek too.

"Shhh," Draco said at Harry's snort.

"Don't you shhh me, you—" Harry protested, biting off his words as Draco lowered his head to gently nuzzle against one of Harry's inner thighs, kissing his way up. He then did the same to the other thigh, before pressing a kiss to the strip of skin between Harry's balls and arsehole. Harry's breath hitched, so Draco did it again, before parting his lips to take a firm lick of the area.

Harry actually groaned at that. "Nice?" Draco asked.

"Uh, yes," Harry said, voice rough.

Draco licked him again, getting a rhythm going, pressing firmly. Each swipe of his tongue drew out a groan from Harry that had his face, and his ears overheating. He sat back slightly, before bringing his face closer to Harry's arsehole and running the tip of his tongue in a gentle circle around the very outside of the opening.

Draco wet his lips and, heart pounding, moved closer, to swirl his tongue around the opening of Harry's arse. The ring of muscles tightened under his tongue as he licked, but Draco kept going, slow and soft. Draco's heart was hammering now. Harry was making tiny noises that shot straight to his crotch, and as he swiped a long lick up and over the opening, and then back down, the muscles under his tongue relaxed and then tightened again.

Draco kept on licking, and Harry kept on moaning. He was relaxing more now, pushing his backside in the air whenever Draco removed his tongue for a second. "That feels – fucking God," Harry said, sounding wrung out, and let out a noise that almost had Draco coming untouched when Draco firmed his tongue and pushed it inside, just a fraction. "I want – I want—"

Draco wasn't sure he could last much longer if Harry kept on like that. He sat back, wiping his face, and reached blindly for the lube, squeezing some out onto his fingers and spreading it over Harry's arsehole. Harry made a frustrated noise, pushing his backside against Draco's fingers, and Draco gently pushed a finger inside him. It slid in without resistance, and Harry squeezed down on it as Draco fingered him, hissing slightly when Draco added a second but pushing against his hand as if it wasn't enough. 

Draco began to feel as if he was in the grip of some madness. He had to – he had to. It's been so long. He withdrew his fingers, reaching for the lube again with a shaking hand and slicking up his cock. He gave Harry's hip a little shove, and Harry obligingly rolled over onto his back, legs falling apart. He looked wrecked, his hair a mess and his cheeks flushed, mouth swollen. "Draco," Harry said, and Draco reached for him blindly, falling on top of him, Harry's head rising up for a kiss. 

It took only a small fraction of a second to line himself up and push in, and he felt like he wasn't in control of himself. He tried to go slow, to let Harry control the pace, but Harry winced and then clung to Draco, legs wrapping around him, so Draco couldn't stop even if he'd wanted to. Harry was tight around his cock, and so hot. He was inside Harry. He tucked his head against the side of Harry's neck and tried not to come in under thirty seconds.

"You . . . OK," Draco managed, feeling Harry's muscles clench around him as his hips worked.

"Yes," Harry said against him, the sound of a sob. "Oh God." Then he giggled as he touches Draco's small round belly, poking it with a finger. "Your belly is so cute."

Draco snorted, then raised his face so he could kiss Harry, and it felt all the more intense. The closeness he felt to Harry – surrounded by him. His body heat. His scent, was somehow fresh and green and bright. The way he tasted – warm, earthy, pine, sweet – under Draco's tongue as they kissed and kissed.

"Harder," Harry said, into Draco's mouth. "Merlin."

"I'm – close," Draco said, overwhelmed by an inappropriate urge to laugh at this puncturing of his romantic daydream.

"Yes," Harry said, dropping his head back onto the pillow and reaching up to give Draco's hair a hard tug. "Harder, you fucking bastard." His eyes crinkled. Draco worked his hips harder, and the half-smile slid off Harry's face, to be replaced by something fierce and dark. "Ohhhh."

Harry's face flushed hot, red and he reached down between their bodies to jerk his own cock. His knuckles were a hard graze against Draco's stomach, their skin slick with sweat. Draco rose up onto his hands to give Harry space, his hips working frantically. He couldn't stop himself from slamming into Harry, but Harry was rearing up to meet each thrust, his muscles clenching down tight, so tight around Draco's cock. Harry's hand was working frantically, his thighs dithering.

Harry let out a long sighing breath and then his whole body clenched solid, his hips rising off the bed, and he came. The sight of it, the feeling of tightness. The thought that Harry had come again. It was too much for Draco. He came so hard that it felt like all the breath left his body in one great whoosh.

When Harry had complete control of his body and voice again, he said, "Merlin, I've missed this so much. I love sex with you."

Draco let out a chuckle as he was still inside Harry. "I love sex with you too, Harry. It's been too long." He made Harry groan by pushing himself inside him a little more, which he smirked at. "Shall we get dressed and head back downstairs to my mother? She did want to have a picnic out in the Manor's gardens for lunch with us and Cassiopeia."

Harry slowly dropped his legs from around Draco's sides and spread them apart with a sigh. "I want to, but then I don't want to," he says slowly, and his hands find themselves on Draco's round belly, and he grins as he rubs it softly. "Can we just stay in bed for a couple more minutes then go?"

Draco smiled and pulled out of Harry gently, and twisted on the bed, to lie on his side next to Harry, flinging his arm over him. "Of course, my darling." He pulled the blankets up over them both and gave Harry a long lingering kiss before sinking down under the sheets and laying his head on the pillow on his side of the bed. Harry snuggled up close to Draco, placing his head under Draco's chin and slowly closed his eyes, smelling a faint scent of vanilla and citrus which smelt of home. He was home.