Hey Lovelies! So this is the sequel to my story "Save The Last Dance For Me", if you haven't read that one I suggest that you start with it, otherwise some of the things that are referenced won't make a whole lot of sense to you! I hope that you like where these characters are headed and what their lives are going to throw at them now! Just like "Save The Last Dance For Me" every chapter title is a song title. This one is "History In The Making" by Darius Rucker, and the title is "Life's A Dance" by John Michael Montgomery! Enjoy! And let me know what you think! Happy Reading!

Chapter 1 – History In The Making

Harry woke up slowly. The early morning, summer, sun creeping through the windows, leaving a beam of light trailing across the bed. The warm skin of his wife's back pressed against his chest as he held her close, his nose buried in her platinum waves. He felt her wake up in his arms and smiled when she rolled over and pressed her lips to his.

"Happy Birthday, Darling." She whispered against his lips. They had been married for three months, and they were the happiest months of Harry's life. He had never felt better than he did when he was with her, and it was one year ago exactly that she had come back into his life for good. She smiled, "What are you thinking about?"

"You, us." He rolled them so that he was resting on his forearms, hovering just above her. "It's been a year you know?"

She laughed, though her icy, blue eyes were taking on a darker tint the longer he hovered above her. "I do. It was one year ago that I woke up hung over on your couch and took a chance on going out on a date with you. I don't think I will ever forget the look on Draco's face that night." He pressed a kiss to her lips and then slowly worked his way down her neck to the hollow of her collarbone, effectively cutting off the rest of the conversation.

"Harry?" She lay with her head on his chest, where he had pulled her close after they were both worn out.

"Hmm?"

"We are going to have to get out of this bed, you invited practically everyone we know here for dinner tonight." She smiled as she pushed up and started to climb out of the bed.

"Cissa?" He caught her arm and she turned back to look at him, laughing as he pulled her back down on top of him. "One more?" He cut off her response with a final kiss before he let her out of their bed.

She slapped playfully at his hands when they reached for her waist as she made her way towards the bathroom. She stood looking in the mirror for a moment before she saw him come in behind her and jump in the shower. She remained there until the mirror fogged over.

She didn't look her forty-three years, and Harry looked far older than his twenty-two. She smiled as she passed their wedding picture sitting on her dresser. She didn't know how she had gotten lucky enough to have this man in her life, but she made sure to remind herself everyday just how fortunate she really was. They really were great together.

She made her way down to the kitchen to talk to Kreacher and Lotty about the dinner party, and was surprised to find that the elves had laid out a wonderful looking breakfast spread for them. She smiled when she felt Harry's arms wrap around her waist from behind, "Did you ask them to do this for today?"

"No, I thought that you did?" He kissed her cheek and then pulled her to the table. "Either way, I'm glad they did, I'm starving."

She raised an eyebrow at him, "I wonder why that would be? You haven't done anything strenuous all day?"

Without looking he sent a scone flying towards her, she chuckled softly as she caught it and started picking at the edges of it. Harry ate vigorously, but Cissa wasn't feeling all that wonderful. She nibbled at the pastry, but hardly touched anything else on the table, which didn't go unnoticed by her husband. "Cissa," when she looked up at him he continued, "are you alright? You're not eating anything." He nodded towards her still full plate.

She gave him a small smile, "I'm fine. Just thinking about all of the things that I need to do, it's going to be an awfully busy day." She stood suddenly, "I should get busy."

He watched her disappear up the three steps into the hall and shook his head. There was something different about her, she seemed worried and preoccupied, and he hadn't seen her like this since the night of the Ball, the night of their impromptu wedding. He would have to see if he could feel her out throughout the day and try to help with whatever was bothering her.

They were both fairly busy throughout the day. Harry was busy working on some last minute changes on his defensive system before the first classes started and Cissa was trying to get the house ready for the party. She was ordering the house elves around, and then going back and double and triple checking everything herself. If she kept busy she didn't feel near as miserable as she did when she slowed down.

Maybe she was running herself ragged, but when she climbed in the shower that afternoon she wasn't entirely sure that there wasn't something else going on. She couldn't remember feeling this way in years, but the more she thought about it the more she realized that she had felt this way once before.

She shook her head as she dried herself off and got dressed for the party. Tonight was about Harry, not her; she would worry about why she was feeling ill tomorrow. She charmed her hair and makeup and headed back downstairs; their guests would be arriving soon.

Neither one of them were very surprised to find Teddy come tumbling out of the fireplace shortly after four o'clock. The party wasn't supposed to be until six, but the toddler had recently learned how to use the Floo Network, and if Andromeda looked away for even an instant the four-year-old had taken to dashing off in the fire for Grimmauld Place. Narcissa had returned him more than once to her distraught sister.

"Hey buddy!" Harry scooped him up and turned to look over his shoulder as the fire sprang to life again. This time Andromeda came spinning out, followed moments later by Kingsley Shacklebolt. "Hey guys." He leaned over and kissed Andromeda's cheek before shaking the Minister's hand. "Thanks for coming."

"Of course! It's my baby brother's birthday!" She kissed his cheek in return and then shrunk back under Kingsley's arm. "I'm sorry we are so early, Teddy would not listen when we tried to tell him that we weren't supposed to be here for a couple hours."

"Don't worry about it!" Cissa swept into the room and stole her sister from Kingsley's embrace. "You guys are always welcome here!" She turned from her sister to the Minister, "All of you."

He took her hand and kissed the top of it gently, "Why thank you Lady Potter." He winked at her, knowing she was going to have something to say about the formalness of his tone.

"Minister." She curtsied dramatically when he released her hand. She stood up laughing, "How are things at the Ministry? Are they still on you to find someone to replace Harry? It has been nearly eight months now." There was a twinkle in her eye that the Minister didn't miss. He knew that she supported Harry in his newfound passion, but she was still upset that he had left his career in the Auror department so hastily.

"I think they believe me to be too optimistic in hoping that he will decide to rejoin us once his new classes are underway." He smiled coyly, "You never know though, I still may be able to persuade him."

Harry joined them in that instant, "Are the two of you plotting how to get me to rejoin the Ministry again?" He laughed at Cissa's immediate blush, he knew exactly what she and the Minister were always whispering about. He leaned in as he wrapped an arm loosely around her waist and whispered in her ear. "Maybe one day, but not quite yet." She slipped him a small smile and then pulled herself free to check on some last minute things that had to be done before the rest of their guest arrived.

The evening went by splendidly, for the most part. Everyone was laughing and joking, playing around nicely and having a rather splendid time. Fleur and Hermione were gossiping away happily, and Ginny and Luna were having a rather nice chat about Quidditch. There was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary, and that was a rather nice change for most of them. Even the absence of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley couldn't put a damper on the mood.

Molly had still not come to terms with Harry marrying Narcissa, even if everyone else had taken it in stride. There was a brief article on their impromptu wedding in the Prophet, but it was small enough that most skipped right over it, and when they found out now, people didn't really seem to mind. In fact those that took the time to notice saw how good for each other the couple really was.

As the party was winding down Andromeda made her way across the library towards her little sister. Cissa didn't even look up as she joined her on the couch. "Hey you." The brunette elbowed her gently in the side; "You seem lost in your own little world over here, what's going on?"

When Cissa looked up at Andromeda there were tears swimming in her eyes. "I don't know. I think there is something wrong with me."

"Wrong with you?" Andromeda began checking her over for any sign that there was something out of the ordinary. "What do you mean wrong with you?"

"I don't know. I'm miserable, and I'm elated, and I want to scream, and laugh all at the same time. I can't get a handle on my emotions, and I can usually keep them in check. Add that to the fact that I feel like I haven't slept in weeks, even though I am getting more restful sleep than I have in my life, and I think there must be something wrong!" She didn't raise her voice, not wanting to draw the attention of Harry and McGonagall who were talking nearby, but the distress in her voice was evident.

Much to her disliking her sister began to chuckle. "Cissa, tell me honestly have you ever felt like this before?"

It took a minute for the blonde to answer, but finally she did, "Yes."

"When?" Andromeda prompted with a soft smile.

"Twenty-three years ago…" She looked up at her big sister, "You don't think that that's what it is do you? Andi, I'm forty-three! I can't possibly, I mean there's no way…is there?" She stopped and looked over at her, "I mean, is there?"

"You tell me, though I'm willing to bet that it is. You are younger than I am and I know for a fact that if Kingsley and I weren't more careful it could definitely happen to me. For Merlin's sake Cissa, you are the brightest, and I'd argue one of the most powerful, witches of our generation, and you didn't think that you could get pregnant at forty-three!" Andromeda was stage whispering, but the conversation was still getting too loud for Narcissa.

"Hush!" She admonished as she looked around the room. "Even if I am I sure don't want anyone else finding out before I figure out how I'm going to tell Harry!" Her eyes drifted from her sister to her husband who was bent over lifting his godson from the floor.

Andromeda smiled, "I don't think you need to worry about telling him anything." She nodded towards where he and Teddy were playing with a snitch. "I think he's ready. He is already a great Uncle, I'm sure he will make an even better Father. And you, well," she directed Cissa's attention to the other side of the room where Draco and Neville were facing Hermione and Ginny at pool. "I think that you are already an amazing Mother, and you will do an even more fantastic job with Harry than you did with Lucius."

She reached out and took her hand, "I think this is the best gift you could possibly give him tonight." She watched as her sister relaxed the more she thought about it. Anyone could see that Harry was amazing with Teddy, and Andi had a point, in the end Draco hadn't turned out all that bad, and look what he had as a father.

"Thank you Andi." She smiled at her and moved away across the room towards her husband.

Harry set Teddy on the ground as Cissa approached. He had been watching her since breakfast and he knew that if she was finally coming to him with what was wrong, he was going to be more than willing to listen. "Darling," she gave him a hesitant smile, "can I borrow you for a moment?"

He nodded and excused himself from the company of McGonagall and Hagrid, whom had both come over to talk to him. Taking her hand he led her away from their guests and up to their bedroom. "What's the matter Love?"

"Harry, I need to talk to you about something, something important."

"Okay?" He was looking at her nervously; conversations that started out in that manner had a reputation for not always turning out for the best.

She took a deep breath and then met his emerald eyes with her icy ones. "Over the last few days I haven't been feeling the way that I normally do, in fact, I've felt terrible. So terrible that I only remember feeling this way one other time in my life."

She watched him for a reaction, but she realized that he wasn't going to puzzle out what she was saying for himself. "Harry, I felt this way twenty-three years ago, when I first found out about Draco."

He was simply staring at her, and she still didn't know if he had fully understood what she was trying to tell him. "Harry," she lifted his chin with one finger so she knew she had his attention, "Harry, I think I'm pregnant."