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Title: Never Easy Part VI
Author: Ruby13b
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Adult Language, Sexual Content, Mpreg
Summary: Sequel to The Recovery Boys. Loose ends are tied up. New drama occurs. It's never easy for Harry and Draco.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am owned by no one. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling. I am not being paid for this.

This is a Harry/Draco fanfic. Meaning boy/boy. If you don't like don't read. You have been warned.

It had been three weeks since Draco’s decision to keep the baby. For the most part everything was running smoothly. Both Harry and Draco were still working at the coffee shop, but Harry didn’t know how much longer Draco should be working. Draco was becoming increasingly sullen and surly toward the customers, to women in particular but especially the pregnant ones.

“Can’t you at least pretend to be nice?” Marilyn asked Draco, exasperated. She was almost at the end of her rope. The owners were not too thrilled with Draco’s recent behavior. Marilyn was afraid that Draco would be fired soon. But Draco didn’t really care.

“The world doesn’t revolve around them or their stomachs,” Draco replied. “You don’t see me putting up such an act.”

“That’s because you’re not acting,” Harry put in.

“Quiet, Potter!” Draco growled at him.

“He has a point,” Marilyn agreed. “Besides the owners aren’t paying you to be rude to customers.”

“So maybe they shouldn’t pay me,” Draco said. “Maybe I’ll quit.”

Marilyn shook her head. “Take over the register,” she told Draco. “We’ll talk about this later.”

Grumbling, Draco moved up to the register. Marilyn turned to Harry. Harry gave her an apologetic smile.

“Maybe Draco should quit,” Harry said.

“To tell you the truth I’ve been thinking the same thing,” Marilyn admitted honestly.

“He doesn’t even need the money,” Harry told her. “Now that we’ve got his bank account back, not only are we set for life but our children’s, children’s children will never need to work either. We’re getting Malfoy Manor soon, too. Not to mention the money my parents left me.”

“Whoa, so you’re like really rich?” Marilyn asked in awe.

Harry had never really thought about it before, but it was true, they were. No one would ever know, with the way he acted. Though really, Harry had never been one to parade his good fortunes in front of others. Draco, on the other hand, was a whole other story. He seemed to live by the motto: If you’ve got it, flaunt it. Which Harry could never quite understand. But that really didn’t matter. Harry was, in fact, exceptionally good at looking past others’ faults, especially when it came to Draco. He overlooked a lot with Draco.

Draco was currently helping a female customer who was obviously enamored with him. Draco tended to get a lot of unwanted attention at the shop. Girls were always giving him their numbers. Draco was disgusted by it all. He usually put up a good face for it and was polite and obliging enough. However today, Harry was certain that wouldn’t last for long.

“Please go out with me?” the girl simpered.

Draco’s lip curled. “No, thank you,” he said stiffly, handing her the change.

“Please?” she pleaded. This was rather pathetic. Yes, Draco was good looking. His blond hair was smooth and silky and came down to about his chin, framing his face. His skin was soft and translucent, blemish free of course. Draco seemed to glow. To Harry, Draco was like a light that shown through on the darkest of days. Draco wasn’t very tall. Harry remembered a time that Draco was taller than him, but now Harry had a good two inches on him. Harry liked Draco being a little shorter; he was a good cuddling height. Sometimes Harry couldn’t believe his own good fortune in obtaining such an attractive mate. Draco sniffed and Harry’s eyes darkened.  Really, this girl was being pushy. That was very unappealing.

“I’m not interested,” Draco told her plainly. Harry could tell Draco was starting to lose his patience.

“Why not?” the girl whined. She seemed to be desperate. That was definitely a turn-off.  It wasn’t like Draco was available, anyway.

“I have a boyfriend,” Draco said coldly. The girl didn’t look convinced. Harry knew what Draco was going to say next and there was nothing he could do to prevent it. “And I’m pregnant.”

Harry winced at this and moved to stand next to Draco, laying a hand on the small of his back. “That was overdoing it,” he whispered in Draco’s ear.

“It’s not like she’s going to believe me, anyway,” Draco muttered back.

“You didn’t have to be rude about it,” the girl huffed. “You could have just told me no.”

“I believe he did,” Harry said to her. He snaked his arm the rest of the way around Draco’s waist, protectively. Harry was suddenly feeling very territorial when it came to Draco. He didn’t like anyone even trying to worm their way in. Draco was very much his!

The girl gave Harry an extremely dirty look. Harry wasn’t put out by it in the least.

“Faggots!” the girl exclaimed, before she turned on her heel and left in a huff.

Draco called her something under his breath that really shouldn’t be repeated.

“Draco!” Harry exclaimed, “Language!”

Draco ignored him and pulled away. He stalked over to Marilyn, who was at a loss regarding what to do.

“You alright, kiddo?” Marilyn said.

Draco didn’t respond to her. In fact he walked right past her and out the back door. The door closed with a loud bang, causing Marilyn to jump. Marilyn looked at Harry desperately. “Do something, will you?” she pleaded. “I didn’t like that look he had on his face.”

Harry nodded and quietly made his way out the back door. Draco was becoming more and more unpredictable. Harry sighed. They wouldn’t be able to stay in the Muggle world for much longer. Harry had been dreading his return to the Wizarding world.  The hospital had been the only magical contact both Harry and Draco had experienced for a long time. But there was no running away from it now. Their time had come.

Outside found Draco leaning heavily against the wall. Harry walked over to him, leaning against the wall as well. Draco had his eyes closed and his head tilted back. Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Draco beat him to it.

“I know,” Draco said quietly. Harry closed his mouth and nodded. “I’ll hand in my resignation today.”

“You won’t be doing it alone,” Harry told him.

Draco opened one eye to look at him. “Are you certain you want to? You love this place.”

Harry gave Draco a warm smile. “I love you more,”

“You’re such a sap,” Draco told him, but it made him smile anyway. “Must you always say such hackneyed things to me?”

“I can’t help it when it’s true,” Harry said.

“Idiot,” Draco muttered fondly.

                                                          ~~~

Handing in their resignation proved to be more difficult than either Harry or Draco imagined. The owners didn’t seem to want to let either of them go, especially Harry. He had been with them for a long time. They tried reasoning with Harry and Draco, but in the end, they tearfully let them go.

“What will you do now?” Marilyn asked. Harry and Draco had come in to say good-bye to her.

“We have to go back to our world,” Harry told her. “We’re going to live at Draco’s house.” Draco made a noise in his throat. Harry raised his eyebrow at him.

“It is not a house,” Draco sniffed. “It is a manor. But I suppose I shouldn’t expect a peasant to know the difference.”

Harry rubbed the back of his head. “Draco is really excited to go home,” he said to Marilyn.

“Take care, you two,” Marilyn told them seriously. “And take care of the little one.”

“We will,” Harry promised. Marilyn gave them each a quick hug and waved them out. Harry took Draco by the hand and together they walked out of the shop. Once outside, Harry only turned around one time to take in the shop that had been his refuge for all of that time. He couldn’t hide behind the shop anymore. He had to once again face the Wizarding world.

Draco was watching him with an anxious look on his face. Harry smiled at him reassuringly. Draco smiled back and leaned in to kiss Harry on the cheek. Yes, everything was going to be alright.

                                                            ~~~

Harry glanced up at the huge house before him. People actually lived here? Harry couldn’t imagine calling this place home, though from now on it would be. Beside him Draco steadied himself with his hand on Harry’s shoulder. Harry placed his hand on top of Draco’s. Draco’s eyes were raking the Manor, filled with an ambiguous emotion.

“I’m home,” Draco whispered.

“Let’s go in,” Harry said. Draco nodded and, still holding on to Harry, made his way into the house.

It was dark and gloomy inside, and Harry had to wonder what growing up in such an environment had been like for Draco. There was a staircase not far from the doorway, which most likely led to the bedrooms. A little further on the ground floor, Harry supposed, was the living room, dining room and kitchen. Harry hadn’t had time to take a tour the last time he had been here. Harry shuddered at the memory. That really had been a nightmare. Harry didn’t know what he would do if Draco ever was kidnapped again. Especially since Draco was now carrying their baby. A house-elf suddenly appeared next to Harry, with a loud crack that made him jump back in shock.

“Beggin’ your pardon, sir,” the house-elf squeaked. The house-elf then caught sight of Draco and gave a little squeal of surprise. “Young Master Malfoy,” he said, shaking. (Harry wasn’t actually certain because he always had trouble telling the gender of these creatures, but he thought that this one was male).

“Hello, Mumble,” Draco muttered.

“It’s good to be seeing you again, sir,” Mumble said. “Mumble will be taking your things up now, sir!” As quickly as he could, the house-elf snapped his fingers and disappeared along with their luggage.

“What was the matter with him?” Harry asked, as he pulled Draco up the long flight of stairs.

Draco shrugged in a noncommittal way. He leaned heavily against Harry.

“Are you alright?” Harry asked. Upon taking a closer look, Draco appeared to be exhausted.

Draco nodded. “I’m worn out from the trip,” he said.

At the top of the stairs was a long dark hallway leading so far away that Harry wasn’t able to see the end. On the walls were pictures of what Harry guessed to be Malfoy family relations. The portraits whispered and pointed as Harry and Draco passed. This aggravated Harry to no end. He had forgotten how annoying wizard pictures could be.

Draco finally stopped in front of a door. Next to the door was a portrait of Draco as a small boy, standing with his mother. The occupants in the picture looked stiff and were hardly moving. The young Draco looked up at his mother who, in turn, took her son’s hand. There was no smile on Narcissa Malfoy’s face, but as Harry looked closer he could have sworn there was something soft behind her eyes.

The real Draco raked his eyes over the portrait. His mouth tightened a little before he turned away, opening the door and walking inside the room. Harry took one last glance at the portrait before following him.

The room was fit for a prince, and Harry had to take a moment to openly stare at all the finery around him. Draco had sprawled himself on the bed and propped himself up on his elbows to smirk at Harry.

“If you’re finished gawking, Potter,” Draco said, still smirking, “why don’t you come over here and lie next to me?”

Harry was more than happy to oblige. He walked over to the bed and knelt on the mattress, taking Draco’s face in his hands and kissing him. Draco moaned and suddenly the kiss became fierce. Harry pushed Draco on his back and straddled his hips without breaking their lips apart. Harry frantically pulled at the buttons of Draco’s shirt. The shirt came open with the buttons flying every which way. Harry growled a little, caressing Draco’s chest and finally getting to his ever-growing belly. Draco sighed as Harry kissed and stroked his stomach. Harry then returned to Draco’s mouth. He continued to plunder Draco’s mouth while his hand ghosted across Draco’s belt and started to undo the buckle.

Draco pulled himself out of the kiss, gasping for air as Harry continued to work on his pants.

Draco continued to take heavy breaths as he peered at Harry through lidded eyes. “Would you really rape a pregnant person?” Draco asked innocently. Harry froze his actions and appeared to be horrified with himself. Draco laughed. He reached out his hands, running his fingers through Harry’s sweat dampened hair and kissing the top of his head. “I didn’t say you could stop.”

“Brat,” Harry accused fondly. He ran his hand up the side of Draco’s leg. Draco shivered. Harry stopped again. “Are you sure you want to?”

Draco nodded. “It’s been too long,” he said.

It had been awhile since they had been intimate with each other. Oh sure, there had been plenty of kissing and fondling, but Harry had always stopped before things got too heated. But now he couldn’t control himself. Seeing Draco half-naked was throwing him over the edge. Harry gave Draco a swift kiss and started preparing him as quickly as he could. As he was positioning himself, Draco stopped him again.

“Just be careful,” Draco whispered. “I don’t want to hurt the baby.” Harry halted, giving Draco a very worried look. “Oh, stop that,” Draco said. “It’ll be fine. Lots of couples have sex during pregnancy.” Harry still didn’t seem convinced by this. “Oh, get on with it!” Draco demanded. “If you don’t, I will!”

Realizing that this wasn’t a battle he was going to win, Harry eased into Draco as smoothly as he could. Draco’s breath hitched and he threw his head back, moaning. Harry started to move while trying to avoid putting any unnecessary pressure on Draco’s stomach. Draco seemed to be enjoying it more than usual. He was positively writhing with pleasure and digging his nails into Harry’s back.

Harry collapsed, remembering just in time not to fall on Draco. He rolled onto his back, wiping the trickle of sweat that had accumulated under his chin with the back of his hand. He sighed contentedly and pulled Draco close to him. Draco cuddled close and nuzzled the side of Harry’s neck.

“How was that, love?” Harry asked.

“Bloody fantastic,” Draco practically purred. “You are a god.”

Harry laughed. “I don’t think Draco Malfoy has ever called me a god before.”

“That’s because you’ve only just reached my level. How does it feel?”

“Cocky bastard,” Harry said affectionately. “I only hope our child isn’t as bratty as you.”

“Or that he reaches a status of peasantry like you,” Draco added.

“Peasant?” Harry questioned. “What happened to god?”

“I’ve changed my mind,” Draco said.

“Brat.”

“Peasant.”

“Love you,” Harry offered.

“Love you, too,” Draco returned sleepily.

They stayed there for a few minutes before Harry broke the silence.

“I was thinking of inviting Ron and Hermione over for dinner tomorrow night,” Harry told Draco. “We haven’t seen them in so long, and they don’t know that you’re expecting.”

Draco cracked open one very sleepy eye and smiled. “That would be nice,” Draco said. “I’d like to see Hermione.”

“And Ron?” Harry asked, grinning.

Draco stiffened before answering. “I’ll tolerate his existence.”

“That’s all I ask,” Harry whispered, giving Draco a loving kiss on the forehead.

“Hmmmm,” Draco replied. He was nearly asleep.

Harry pulled on a dressing gown, tying the sash tightly before leaning over Draco and murmuring in his ear, “I’m going to send an owl right now. I’ll be back before you know it.” Draco nodded groggily, and Harry pulled a blanket around him so he wouldn’t get cold. Draco snuggled into the blanket and sighed. Harry smiled and slipped out of the room.

Harry made his way down the stairs and into a cozy den-like room that had a fire blazing in the fireplace. Harry settled himself in the high-backed chair by the fire and took out the quill and parchment he had brought with him. He began to write:

Dear Ron and Hermione,

Draco and I would love it if you joined us for dinner tomorrow night at Malfoy Manor, say around 6:00. We have rather exciting news to tell you. Hope you are well.

Love,

Harry

Just as Harry was finishing the letter Hedwig swooped down, nipping at his fingers affectionately. Harry stroked her feathers. It had been a while since she had delivered a letter for Harry. She was obviously up for the task.

“Take this to Ron and Hermione,” Harry told her softly. Hedwig hooted softly back, taking the letter and flying off. Harry relaxed back into the chair. A cup of tea had mystically appeared on the table next to him. Harry grinned, taking it and slowly sipping. No wonder Draco was a brat. He most likely never had to do anything for himself. Well, things were going to change around here, if there was a child being raised. He appreciated the house-elves’ well-meaning intentions, but he didn’t want to be waited on hand and foot all the time. Harry’s grin grew even wider when he imagined the shocked look Draco would get on his face when Harry told him about his resolve.

Harry didn’t have to wait long for Ron and Hermione’s response. Hedwig flew importantly over to him and stuck out her leg, proudly showing off the letter. Harry praised her as he untied the letter, and she hooted with satisfaction. Harry opened the letter and read:

Dear Harry,

Ron and I would be thrilled to come for dinner. We both miss you terribly and are excited to hear your news. Send Draco our love and we will see you tomorrow.

Love from,

Hermione

Harry smiled, folding up the letter. Yes, he couldn’t wait to see the looks on his friends’ faces when he told them that Draco was having his baby. Harry got up, stretching. Right now, all he wanted to do was cuddle in bed with Draco. Harry left the room every intention of doing just that.

Description
Title: Never Easy Part VI
Author: Ruby13b
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Adult Language, Sexual Content, Mpreg
Summary: Sequel to The Recovery Boys. Loose ends are tied up. New drama occurs. It's never easy for Harry and Draco.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am owned by no one. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling. I am not being paid for this.

This is a Harry/Draco fanfic. Meaning boy/boy. If you don't like don't read. You have been warned.

It had been three weeks since Draco’s decision to keep the baby. For the most part everything was running smoothly. Both Harry and Draco were still working at the coffee shop, but Harry didn’t know how much longer Draco should be working. Draco was becoming increasingly sullen and surly toward the customers, to women in particular but especially the pregnant ones.

“Can’t you at least pretend to be nice?” Marilyn asked Draco, exasperated. She was almost at the end of her rope. The owners were not too thrilled with Draco’s recent behavior. Marilyn was afraid that Draco would be fired soon. But Draco didn’t really care.

“The world doesn’t revolve around them or their stomachs,” Draco replied. “You don’t see me putting up such an act.”

“That’s because you’re not acting,” Harry put in.

“Quiet, Potter!” Draco growled at him.

“He has a point,” Marilyn agreed. “Besides the owners aren’t paying you to be rude to customers.”

“So maybe they shouldn’t pay me,” Draco said. “Maybe I’ll quit.”

Marilyn shook her head. “Take over the register,” she told Draco. “We’ll talk about this later.”

Grumbling, Draco moved up to the register. Marilyn turned to Harry. Harry gave her an apologetic smile.

“Maybe Draco should quit,” Harry said.

“To tell you the truth I’ve been thinking the same thing,” Marilyn admitted honestly.

“He doesn’t even need the money,” Harry told her. “Now that we’ve got his bank account back, not only are we set for life but our children’s, children’s children will never need to work either. We’re getting Malfoy Manor soon, too. Not to mention the money my parents left me.”

“Whoa, so you’re like really rich?” Marilyn asked in awe.

Harry had never really thought about it before, but it was true, they were. No one would ever know, with the way he acted. Though really, Harry had never been one to parade his good fortunes in front of others. Draco, on the other hand, was a whole other story. He seemed to live by the motto: If you’ve got it, flaunt it. Which Harry could never quite understand. But that really didn’t matter. Harry was, in fact, exceptionally good at looking past others’ faults, especially when it came to Draco. He overlooked a lot with Draco.

Draco was currently helping a female customer who was obviously enamored with him. Draco tended to get a lot of unwanted attention at the shop. Girls were always giving him their numbers. Draco was disgusted by it all. He usually put up a good face for it and was polite and obliging enough. However today, Harry was certain that wouldn’t last for long.

“Please go out with me?” the girl simpered.

Draco’s lip curled. “No, thank you,” he said stiffly, handing her the change.

“Please?” she pleaded. This was rather pathetic. Yes, Draco was good looking. His blond hair was smooth and silky and came down to about his chin, framing his face. His skin was soft and translucent, blemish free of course. Draco seemed to glow. To Harry, Draco was like a light that shown through on the darkest of days. Draco wasn’t very tall. Harry remembered a time that Draco was taller than him, but now Harry had a good two inches on him. Harry liked Draco being a little shorter; he was a good cuddling height. Sometimes Harry couldn’t believe his own good fortune in obtaining such an attractive mate. Draco sniffed and Harry’s eyes darkened.  Really, this girl was being pushy. That was very unappealing.

“I’m not interested,” Draco told her plainly. Harry could tell Draco was starting to lose his patience.

“Why not?” the girl whined. She seemed to be desperate. That was definitely a turn-off.  It wasn’t like Draco was available, anyway.

“I have a boyfriend,” Draco said coldly. The girl didn’t look convinced. Harry knew what Draco was going to say next and there was nothing he could do to prevent it. “And I’m pregnant.”

Harry winced at this and moved to stand next to Draco, laying a hand on the small of his back. “That was overdoing it,” he whispered in Draco’s ear.

“It’s not like she’s going to believe me, anyway,” Draco muttered back.

“You didn’t have to be rude about it,” the girl huffed. “You could have just told me no.”

“I believe he did,” Harry said to her. He snaked his arm the rest of the way around Draco’s waist, protectively. Harry was suddenly feeling very territorial when it came to Draco. He didn’t like anyone even trying to worm their way in. Draco was very much his!

The girl gave Harry an extremely dirty look. Harry wasn’t put out by it in the least.

“Faggots!” the girl exclaimed, before she turned on her heel and left in a huff.

Draco called her something under his breath that really shouldn’t be repeated.

“Draco!” Harry exclaimed, “Language!”

Draco ignored him and pulled away. He stalked over to Marilyn, who was at a loss regarding what to do.

“You alright, kiddo?” Marilyn said.

Draco didn’t respond to her. In fact he walked right past her and out the back door. The door closed with a loud bang, causing Marilyn to jump. Marilyn looked at Harry desperately. “Do something, will you?” she pleaded. “I didn’t like that look he had on his face.”

Harry nodded and quietly made his way out the back door. Draco was becoming more and more unpredictable. Harry sighed. They wouldn’t be able to stay in the Muggle world for much longer. Harry had been dreading his return to the Wizarding world.  The hospital had been the only magical contact both Harry and Draco had experienced for a long time. But there was no running away from it now. Their time had come.

Outside found Draco leaning heavily against the wall. Harry walked over to him, leaning against the wall as well. Draco had his eyes closed and his head tilted back. Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Draco beat him to it.

“I know,” Draco said quietly. Harry closed his mouth and nodded. “I’ll hand in my resignation today.”

“You won’t be doing it alone,” Harry told him.

Draco opened one eye to look at him. “Are you certain you want to? You love this place.”

Harry gave Draco a warm smile. “I love you more,”

“You’re such a sap,” Draco told him, but it made him smile anyway. “Must you always say such hackneyed things to me?”

“I can’t help it when it’s true,” Harry said.

“Idiot,” Draco muttered fondly.

                                                          ~~~

Handing in their resignation proved to be more difficult than either Harry or Draco imagined. The owners didn’t seem to want to let either of them go, especially Harry. He had been with them for a long time. They tried reasoning with Harry and Draco, but in the end, they tearfully let them go.

“What will you do now?” Marilyn asked. Harry and Draco had come in to say good-bye to her.

“We have to go back to our world,” Harry told her. “We’re going to live at Draco’s house.” Draco made a noise in his throat. Harry raised his eyebrow at him.

“It is not a house,” Draco sniffed. “It is a manor. But I suppose I shouldn’t expect a peasant to know the difference.”

Harry rubbed the back of his head. “Draco is really excited to go home,” he said to Marilyn.

“Take care, you two,” Marilyn told them seriously. “And take care of the little one.”

“We will,” Harry promised. Marilyn gave them each a quick hug and waved them out. Harry took Draco by the hand and together they walked out of the shop. Once outside, Harry only turned around one time to take in the shop that had been his refuge for all of that time. He couldn’t hide behind the shop anymore. He had to once again face the Wizarding world.

Draco was watching him with an anxious look on his face. Harry smiled at him reassuringly. Draco smiled back and leaned in to kiss Harry on the cheek. Yes, everything was going to be alright.

                                                            ~~~

Harry glanced up at the huge house before him. People actually lived here? Harry couldn’t imagine calling this place home, though from now on it would be. Beside him Draco steadied himself with his hand on Harry’s shoulder. Harry placed his hand on top of Draco’s. Draco’s eyes were raking the Manor, filled with an ambiguous emotion.

“I’m home,” Draco whispered.

“Let’s go in,” Harry said. Draco nodded and, still holding on to Harry, made his way into the house.

It was dark and gloomy inside, and Harry had to wonder what growing up in such an environment had been like for Draco. There was a staircase not far from the doorway, which most likely led to the bedrooms. A little further on the ground floor, Harry supposed, was the living room, dining room and kitchen. Harry hadn’t had time to take a tour the last time he had been here. Harry shuddered at the memory. That really had been a nightmare. Harry didn’t know what he would do if Draco ever was kidnapped again. Especially since Draco was now carrying their baby. A house-elf suddenly appeared next to Harry, with a loud crack that made him jump back in shock.

“Beggin’ your pardon, sir,” the house-elf squeaked. The house-elf then caught sight of Draco and gave a little squeal of surprise. “Young Master Malfoy,” he said, shaking. (Harry wasn’t actually certain because he always had trouble telling the gender of these creatures, but he thought that this one was male).

“Hello, Mumble,” Draco muttered.

“It’s good to be seeing you again, sir,” Mumble said. “Mumble will be taking your things up now, sir!” As quickly as he could, the house-elf snapped his fingers and disappeared along with their luggage.

“What was the matter with him?” Harry asked, as he pulled Draco up the long flight of stairs.

Draco shrugged in a noncommittal way. He leaned heavily against Harry.

“Are you alright?” Harry asked. Upon taking a closer look, Draco appeared to be exhausted.

Draco nodded. “I’m worn out from the trip,” he said.

At the top of the stairs was a long dark hallway leading so far away that Harry wasn’t able to see the end. On the walls were pictures of what Harry guessed to be Malfoy family relations. The portraits whispered and pointed as Harry and Draco passed. This aggravated Harry to no end. He had forgotten how annoying wizard pictures could be.

Draco finally stopped in front of a door. Next to the door was a portrait of Draco as a small boy, standing with his mother. The occupants in the picture looked stiff and were hardly moving. The young Draco looked up at his mother who, in turn, took her son’s hand. There was no smile on Narcissa Malfoy’s face, but as Harry looked closer he could have sworn there was something soft behind her eyes.

The real Draco raked his eyes over the portrait. His mouth tightened a little before he turned away, opening the door and walking inside the room. Harry took one last glance at the portrait before following him.

The room was fit for a prince, and Harry had to take a moment to openly stare at all the finery around him. Draco had sprawled himself on the bed and propped himself up on his elbows to smirk at Harry.

“If you’re finished gawking, Potter,” Draco said, still smirking, “why don’t you come over here and lie next to me?”

Harry was more than happy to oblige. He walked over to the bed and knelt on the mattress, taking Draco’s face in his hands and kissing him. Draco moaned and suddenly the kiss became fierce. Harry pushed Draco on his back and straddled his hips without breaking their lips apart. Harry frantically pulled at the buttons of Draco’s shirt. The shirt came open with the buttons flying every which way. Harry growled a little, caressing Draco’s chest and finally getting to his ever-growing belly. Draco sighed as Harry kissed and stroked his stomach. Harry then returned to Draco’s mouth. He continued to plunder Draco’s mouth while his hand ghosted across Draco’s belt and started to undo the buckle.

Draco pulled himself out of the kiss, gasping for air as Harry continued to work on his pants.

Draco continued to take heavy breaths as he peered at Harry through lidded eyes. “Would you really rape a pregnant person?” Draco asked innocently. Harry froze his actions and appeared to be horrified with himself. Draco laughed. He reached out his hands, running his fingers through Harry’s sweat dampened hair and kissing the top of his head. “I didn’t say you could stop.”

“Brat,” Harry accused fondly. He ran his hand up the side of Draco’s leg. Draco shivered. Harry stopped again. “Are you sure you want to?”

Draco nodded. “It’s been too long,” he said.

It had been awhile since they had been intimate with each other. Oh sure, there had been plenty of kissing and fondling, but Harry had always stopped before things got too heated. But now he couldn’t control himself. Seeing Draco half-naked was throwing him over the edge. Harry gave Draco a swift kiss and started preparing him as quickly as he could. As he was positioning himself, Draco stopped him again.

“Just be careful,” Draco whispered. “I don’t want to hurt the baby.” Harry halted, giving Draco a very worried look. “Oh, stop that,” Draco said. “It’ll be fine. Lots of couples have sex during pregnancy.” Harry still didn’t seem convinced by this. “Oh, get on with it!” Draco demanded. “If you don’t, I will!”

Realizing that this wasn’t a battle he was going to win, Harry eased into Draco as smoothly as he could. Draco’s breath hitched and he threw his head back, moaning. Harry started to move while trying to avoid putting any unnecessary pressure on Draco’s stomach. Draco seemed to be enjoying it more than usual. He was positively writhing with pleasure and digging his nails into Harry’s back.

Harry collapsed, remembering just in time not to fall on Draco. He rolled onto his back, wiping the trickle of sweat that had accumulated under his chin with the back of his hand. He sighed contentedly and pulled Draco close to him. Draco cuddled close and nuzzled the side of Harry’s neck.

“How was that, love?” Harry asked.

“Bloody fantastic,” Draco practically purred. “You are a god.”

Harry laughed. “I don’t think Draco Malfoy has ever called me a god before.”

“That’s because you’ve only just reached my level. How does it feel?”

“Cocky bastard,” Harry said affectionately. “I only hope our child isn’t as bratty as you.”

“Or that he reaches a status of peasantry like you,” Draco added.

“Peasant?” Harry questioned. “What happened to god?”

“I’ve changed my mind,” Draco said.

“Brat.”

“Peasant.”

“Love you,” Harry offered.

“Love you, too,” Draco returned sleepily.

They stayed there for a few minutes before Harry broke the silence.

“I was thinking of inviting Ron and Hermione over for dinner tomorrow night,” Harry told Draco. “We haven’t seen them in so long, and they don’t know that you’re expecting.”

Draco cracked open one very sleepy eye and smiled. “That would be nice,” Draco said. “I’d like to see Hermione.”

“And Ron?” Harry asked, grinning.

Draco stiffened before answering. “I’ll tolerate his existence.”

“That’s all I ask,” Harry whispered, giving Draco a loving kiss on the forehead.

“Hmmmm,” Draco replied. He was nearly asleep.

Harry pulled on a dressing gown, tying the sash tightly before leaning over Draco and murmuring in his ear, “I’m going to send an owl right now. I’ll be back before you know it.” Draco nodded groggily, and Harry pulled a blanket around him so he wouldn’t get cold. Draco snuggled into the blanket and sighed. Harry smiled and slipped out of the room.

Harry made his way down the stairs and into a cozy den-like room that had a fire blazing in the fireplace. Harry settled himself in the high-backed chair by the fire and took out the quill and parchment he had brought with him. He began to write:

Dear Ron and Hermione,

Draco and I would love it if you joined us for dinner tomorrow night at Malfoy Manor, say around 6:00. We have rather exciting news to tell you. Hope you are well.

Love,

Harry

Just as Harry was finishing the letter Hedwig swooped down, nipping at his fingers affectionately. Harry stroked her feathers. It had been a while since she had delivered a letter for Harry. She was obviously up for the task.

“Take this to Ron and Hermione,” Harry told her softly. Hedwig hooted softly back, taking the letter and flying off. Harry relaxed back into the chair. A cup of tea had mystically appeared on the table next to him. Harry grinned, taking it and slowly sipping. No wonder Draco was a brat. He most likely never had to do anything for himself. Well, things were going to change around here, if there was a child being raised. He appreciated the house-elves’ well-meaning intentions, but he didn’t want to be waited on hand and foot all the time. Harry’s grin grew even wider when he imagined the shocked look Draco would get on his face when Harry told him about his resolve.

Harry didn’t have to wait long for Ron and Hermione’s response. Hedwig flew importantly over to him and stuck out her leg, proudly showing off the letter. Harry praised her as he untied the letter, and she hooted with satisfaction. Harry opened the letter and read:

Dear Harry,

Ron and I would be thrilled to come for dinner. We both miss you terribly and are excited to hear your news. Send Draco our love and we will see you tomorrow.

Love from,

Hermione

Harry smiled, folding up the letter. Yes, he couldn’t wait to see the looks on his friends’ faces when he told them that Draco was having his baby. Harry got up, stretching. Right now, all he wanted to do was cuddle in bed with Draco. Harry left the room every intention of doing just that.