CHAPTER ONE

Harry was so happy because his pregnancy test had come back from the lab this afternoon. He was shaking, he was so excited as he waited for Draco to come home so that he could share the moment with him.

"It's okay, honey," Draco said. "Whether or not we're pregnant, I love you, my little stud-muffin. You're the boy who lived to put his love-rod inside me, and to accept my love-rod in turn."

Harry just loved Draco's sweet talk and he was so happy that today he had such special news for his boyfriend of three months.

"Don't freak out, my lion," Harry cooed to his lover, "but I have something to tell you."

"Oh, do you?" Draco arched his brows.

"Or rather… Dr. Chestnut Cole's Online Laboratory does." Harry thrust a paper into Draco's hands and waited, bouncing in place excitedly.

"Blood count, white blood cell count," Draco mumbled, reading down the list. Then he reached it: "HCG… Present. Wait."

"Human chorionic gonadotropin, which is only present when…" Harry waited, smiling teasingly.

Draco's eyes widened. "Oh my God."

"Mmm hmm."

"Oh my God. Oh my God, Harry, Oh my God!"

"WE'RE PREGNANT!" they both squealed in unison, jumping up and down excitedly.

"Wait, what?" Dumbledore said.

Harry and Draco held hands excitedly as they all sat in his office.

"Are you fucking serious?" said Snape. "You're supposed to kill the Dark Lord, and what, you're freaking pregnant?"

"Severus," Dumbledore rebuked. "Calm yourself."

"He's going to shit out a baby!" Snape roared. "He should be fighting the Dark Lord – your master, Draco – and he's having anal intercourse and getting pregnant! Do you know unsuited the human colon is for a full term pregnancy?"

Harry and Draco exchanged a look and sighed. They knew Snape wouldn't understand. Harry was pretty sure Severus was just jealous because he was old and infertile and all his magic eggs were long dried up.

"Harry, Draco, I am astonished to learn you are even sexually involved—" Dumbledore admitted.

"And have been for over three months," Harry said proudly.

"How blind I am," Dumbledore murmured. "How did I miss it for so long? I didn't know you were dating, much less, uh, engaging in anal intercourse, but I congratulate you on your pregnancy, Harry. What do you intend to name your precious little jewel?"

Harry gasped. That was it!

"Draco," he breathed, seizing his boyfriend's hand, seeing the delight in Draco's eyes as he thought of the same thing, "What about naming our little daughter 'Jewel'?"

"And if it's a boy?"

"Jool!"

"Perfect," Draco moaned.

Snape was still angry and jealous. He whirled around and stormed off in a huff, pausing only to bark out, "Jewel is a terrible name!"

As the gargoyle slammed behind him, Dumbledore sighed and told the boys, "Don't worry, he's just jealous."

TBC