"I love you."

Harry felt blindsided by his own reaction to Draco's declaration. Of course after a moment of intimacy he'd want to tell his husband he loved him, it was a logical, easy thing for him to come by. The only thing was that he wasn't his husband, not in a mind's eye anyways.

The cold shoulder wouldn't do, Harry was sorry for it, but love for a man he'd only known a week was a bit too much to ask. For Merlin's sake they had been there all of one week, and with the magical uprooting as well as mental one, he was surprised he hadn't been put in the Janus Thickney ward at St. Mungo's.

Harry imagined Neville's parents were alive and well... then he remembered Bellatrix probably was as well.

He shivered and rolled over in the covers, knowing Draco might be familiar with his Auntie Bella still made him nauseous and far less prone to attraction to the man than just an hour ago.

There was a thick haze of thoughts in his mind that he was attempting to sort through before going to bed, all of them questions he would have asked Draco if they weren't on yet another disagreement. It was hard to fight with everything he knew about the past and everything here that completely contradicted it.

He would have liked to have been in bed with Draco, just for the presence of him to settle Harry down. Maybe they could have shared a few more kisses, or something more, but Harry knew he wasn't ready for everything yet. It was just the fact he couldn't that made him want it... and probably a bit of their bonded magic as well.

Part of him felt like he was using his husband, but that alone sounded ridiculous. Actual dragons were less of a fuss than the man named after one. He was certainly a unique individual.

He rolled over again.

How was one even supposed to acclimate to this kind of switch? Did he throw himself in like Hermione, or ruin everyone's lives like his original instinct had told him to do. At least he wouldn't have to deal with the Draco situation anymore.

Harry was jealous of Hermione then, having blended in so seamlessly as she always did. Maybe it was because she was muggleborn that this absolutely bonkers transition hadn't ripped her open, but then one would think he would have been able to do the same thing considering his own muggle upbringing.

A noise in the living room sounded like apparition, and crying followed it. He knew that cry, arguably knew it better than anyone, rushing out of his bed and downstairs to find Hermione on her knees with a traveling case at her side.

This was not good.

"Harry," she said through a froggy voice, reaching up for him as an infant might to be held.

Either Severus Snape found out what had happened, or she was just emotionally charged because of the baby. Either way he knew she needed everything he had to give.

Reaching out his hands, he pulled her up and led her to the sofa, fitting her right under his arm as she shook and dampened his nightshirt. It felt good to hold her, but not like this. He would rather he just be holding his best friend, not dealing with the aftermath of what was probably the same strife he'd been going through with Draco.

"What's happened, Hermione?"

"He knows," she said slowly, hiccupping in the middle. "He knows everything."

"You told him all of it?"

This stopped Harry's hand on her head, looking down into her puffy and red eyes.

"All of it, yes. Was that alright?"

"Yes, of course, don't ask me that, Hermione. You don't need my permission. I just... I thought knowing what you'd been through might soften his-"

"He... said some awful things, but I think faking it was a mistake. I should have told him, but by the way he reacted, I don't know if it would have made things all that much better."

"How'd he find out?" Harry asked, his voice low and hand guiding her back to rest her neck. She curled into him and sighed.

"I wanted to talk to my parents... apparently I haven't even seen them in three years. Severus he... he asked for my parents permission to marry me, even though I didn't want that-"

Harry let himself laugh, it was all he could do to keep himself from going over there and hexing Snape until he was dead in this world too.

"And they said no. I tried to repair the relationship apparently, but I wouldn't compromise him. We haven't spoken since I sent them invites to the wedding and received no reply, if you call that speaking. Then I didn't know our anniversary because when I was looking at dates I got distracted by my bloody due date." She let out a heady sigh and added lightly, "I don't know what's going to happen now. He seemed disinterested in me, and the school term starts up come Monday, so he'll be conveniently busy."

"I know what's going to happen, at least here. You're staying."

"I'd hoped I could."

"Of course."

His own heart seized at the sound of footsteps coming from the fourth floor.

"Hey, who's-" Draco stopped dead in the threshold, understanding washing over him. "I felt the wards accept someone in."

"I'm sorry," Hermione offered, though no one in the room was sure if it was because she was there in a spot Draco only wished he could occupy or if it was because they'd royally mucked up Severus' life now too.

"It's alright, Herm. You're in a rough shape," he said. Draco came over to them and squatted down, reaching over Harry to offer her a grin and his hand, which she delicately took and rested on Harry's chest.

She didn't know they were currently in the midst of another emotional upset.

"I really shouldn't be doing this. I mean, Severus was right, I know a different version of him, it's not fair I'm acting like this over losing him when he's essentially lost his wife and the future of his child is now up in the air."

"Magic has a funny way of making us feel things, and your body remembers all of this, so your mind is slowly catching up to feel the same, remember? You have all the right to love him, but sadly it means he has every right to be upset."

"I know," Hermione sniffled. "I just hope he gives me a chance like you're giving this idiot."

Despite their earlier disagreement, Harry laughed with Hermione as she poked at him. It felt good to laugh right now. His eyes caught Draco who was seemingly also amused, a small curl at the corner of his lips, and forgiveness passed silently between them.

Draco was angrier at Severus than he was at Harry in that moment anyways. It looked as if he'd treated her especially cold. He understood needing space after learning, hell he still wasn't in the same bed as his husband as he'd mucked that one up by being far too eager. It was just that Draco would have killed for Harry to have done that for him, for his life with his husband and their want of a child to go on normally. Gods, he'd nearly forgotten their original intent for this week was to start the process and become parents.

He wanted to murder Severus.

"Someone needs to talk to him," Draco determined, he stood up, ready to leave and throw several hexes right out of the floo. Maybe even an unforgivable.

Hermione was pregnant for Merlin's sake.

"Let him figure it out," she argued. "I think it's best if we just let him process everything."

"Yes, but... I know him. He doesn't process things, he lets them go almost immediately and moves on. He can't just move on from you right now, and you've grown attached... you're- you're her, you're you, whether he thinks that or not."

"And what are you going to say? 'I knew the whole time, but I let her keep it from you?' Won't he just become frustrated with you as well, Draco? That wouldn't help a thing," Harry protested, much more upset over this prospect than Draco thought he might be.

"I'd rather have him upset with me than Hermione, his expecting wife."

"Is this some convoluted work about to get your frustration out about us-" Harry started, but Draco wouldn't let him finish that. It was far too untrue.

"No, Merlin- Harry, we're fine. This is about the fact I know this Severus and you two don't. He is a man who hates change and makes every move with deliberation and intent. The most impulse I ever saw from him was at a Weasley gala in early ninety-nine when Ron and Hermione were attempting a relationship and he stormed out after seeing them snog. He thought she was mucking up her future and nearly burned down his house. The next day it was like it had never happened. He moved on from it in mere hours. I can't let him move on from his entire family in just one weekend."

"I don't think he's going to burn down his house, Draco, I truly don't. This is temporary, he'll be worried about the baby at least."

She'd sat up at attention now, Harry rubbing her back. Draco didn't look convinced but he didn't protest.

"It's best not to mention this to anyone until he does then. Hopefully he keeps the time-switch a secret."

"Remus will know immediately, probably not the specifics but if Severus is loitering at the castle, he'll be suspicious. He lives at Hogwarts since Sirius is always away," Draco added.

Harry settled lower into his chair thinking about how this disaster could get around to people who shouldn't know. It was very possible with his increased presence at the school that McGonagall would take note and reveal that she too knew about he and Hermione. That would certainly not help matters.

"All this stress isn't good for the baby, so why don't you take a nap, hm?"

"Wait," Draco said cautiously. "I should get you a calming draught too. You two aren't just married you're bonded, and the ramifications of a split can be physical. Hermione, you have to rest for the weekend, do you understand?"

"I do."

She looked worried but otherwise convinced.

"I'll send a howler to Severus tomorrow," Draco jested softly, his hands held out to her to escort her upstairs.

"Come on, Hermione, pick a room."

She laughed at the boys and handed Harry her luggage, looping her arm through Draco's and went with them upstairs choosing a second floor room with a loo right next door, Harry only a few steps away.

Kissing Harry and Draco on the cheek, assuming they were fine, she bid them goodnight with a wink and a sad smile.

They walked silently back downstairs the stairs where Draco stopped, gaze torn.

He sighed. His original intention for the night had resurfaced, and seeing his childhood enemy turned husband defend Hermione really was something. Draco loved him, that was a reality of this world he'd need to get used to... if he wasn't already a little bit more okay with it already.

"Thank you," he muttered, knocking into his shoulder with gentle camaraderie.

"She's my friend too, even like this."

"I know," Harry interrupted quickly. "I know, Draco. But for me, that was like watching a miracle. The same way you're always going to love me is the same way I have every right to look at that scene of kindness like it was once impossible. I'll be forever grateful you get along with her and care about her."

If Harry hadn't have kissed him, he was sure Draco would have leaned in and done it. His eyes were shining with a terrifying amount of love.

They went upstairs together.

"Is there any reason our bonds weren't affecting us this past week?" He asked as they entered the room. Harry was trying to avoid any awkwardness.

"I would say it's probably because you were here all the time, not to mention lunch. We may have been separated, but we were close."

Draco got into the covers first, leaving the next step to Harry.

Nervous as he was, he was happy to discover that Draco slept on the opposing side he did. It was just another piece of this puzzle of a world that fell perfectly into place.

Getting in, he continued to let his husband make the first move, much more comfortable with it going whatever way Draco was willing to lead them. He chose a soft route, only pulling him close and resting himself on his chest. It really did feel good to hold someone, and he didn't have to feel guilty about it, or have to do it for comfort. This was just a man holding someone he was very much interested in, attempting to catch up in his own bloody marriage.

If they indulged in a kiss or two, they apologized silently to Hermione for doing so, hating to be happy while she wasn't, but if it weren't for her being there, they would have slept alone.

The night came out painfully even.