Harry sighed in pleasure as Draco's hand drifted through his hair, brushing the strands back and tracing his nails lightly over his sensitive scalp. He loved every moment he spent with the blonde, but his favorites were the moments like these, when they had nothing but time and he could lay his head on his lovers lap and simply be petted for hours. Drowsy and content, he opened his eyes to gaze up at him, taking in the deep grey eyes intensely focused on him, the fair blonde hair glowing in the light from the fire, and Draco's affectionate smirk warming him from the inside in ways no fire could. Surely this was heaven…

Lost in sensation and in eyes like a storm at sea, it took him a few moments to notice that the light had changed, growing brighter and more demanding. Distracted as they were, the voice echoing from the head that now filled the flaming hearth made them both flinch reflexively towards their wands before recognizing it.

"Harry! Oh- Hi, Draco," Hermione said, her voice surprised but polite as ever, bushy hair bobbing as the fire danced behind her. "I was just calling to invite you two to dinner tomorrow, at the house? I didn't realize you were busy. I'm sorry. I'll just-"

"It's fine, Hermione," Harry said, sitting up reluctantly, the blonde beneath him now stiff and withdrawn. "I should have warded the fireplace if I didn't want calls, right? What's up?"

She grinned at him, the slightest hint of apprehension fading gratefully from her face. Draco leaned away from Harry casually, as though he had no right to be pressed so intimately against his boyfriend of a year, with his arms wrapped so affectionately around him and his face so unguarded. Or as though he doesn't want to be seen that way with me… Harry shook his head to clear it of the unpleasant thought, turning his attention back to Hermione's expectant presence. One thing at a time, Potter, he lectured himself, plastering on a grin for his friends sake in spite of his nagging doubts. "Dinner, huh? What's the occasion?"

"No special reason," Hermione said quickly, her face flushing in an uncharacteristic blush. "We just miss you, Harry. We'd like to have you and Draco over. You know, to catch up?"

Harry looked at his friend for a moment, then snorted. "I know you better than that, Hermione. You're blushing. You never blush! What's really going on?"

She blushed again, looking at him shyly through her bangs, eyes gleaming with excitement. "Oh, Harry, I should have known you would notice. Well, we wanted to wait, but… Oh, we're so excited! I'm pregnant!" The joy in her tone was contagious, and Harry felt himself grin, a momentary respite from the grim suspicions he'd entertained mere moments ago.

"Oh Hermione, that's great! Congratulations!"

She beamed at him, eyes positively swimming. "So will you come?"

Draco spoke up from the corner of the couch he'd been sulking in- handsomely occupying, Harry corrected himself mentally. Malfoys don't sulk- breaking his silence for the first time in the conversation. "Congratulations, Granger," he said generously, plastering on a smile that almost seemed sincere. "The world certainly needed another ginger. Unfortunately, we cannot see you tomorrow, as we have a previous engagement planned. Perhaps another time?"

Hermione's face fell, and Harry turned to face his boyfriend, upset. "Draco, what-?"

"It's okay, Harry, we understand," Hermione said quickly, shaking her head, "Maybe Sunday, then? We're inviting the family over to tell them the news."

Harry smiled at his friend, silent gratitude for her and all she did filling him with love. It wasn't the first time she'd sacrificed her pride to keep the peace between the two sides of his life. "Of course, 'Mione, I'll be there. Thank you." She smiled back at him, and he knew his message had been received and he was forgiven.

"Draco, you should come too," Hermione said. "We'd like you to feel welcome." She smiled shyly at him, once again extending the hand of friendship to the still-hostile blonde in the spirit of family. Harry felt his heart clench, knowing she did this for him, and not for the first time. Draco had turned down several invitations from the Weasley-Grangers, always claiming to have made other plans, and he knew it cost his friends to keep offering their hospitality when his boyfriend kept rejecting them so disdainfully. Expecting a rude response, he was quite surprised when Draco instead leaned towards the fire, a surprisingly non-menacing smile on his face.

"Certainly, Granger, I shall check my schedule and make the appropriate adjustments. I thank you for the invitation." He said, his voice shockingly devoid of its usual snideness, sounding positively sincere and even almost warm. Was Draco being nice? "It was most gracious of you to offer. And once again, congratulations on your pregnancy."

Harry and Hermione exchanged shocked glances, momentarily stunned by the blondes out-of-character attitude, before Hermione turned and smiled gratefully at Draco. "Thank you," she said softly, "It would mean a lot to us. Goodnight, Harry, Draco." Without waiting for a response, she closed the floo, leaving only flame-licked logs behind.