Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. JK Rowling owns it all.

Author's Note: Oopsie...another story... Now, I will point out that this story is a bit different than the other ones I have. In this story, it starts off as Harry/Hermione….but for a very good reason. Another thing I would like to point out is that this is slash…meaning male/male, if you didn't already know. The story will be Harry/Draco soon… so have faith in me….

On a personal note, I will say that I'm not too fond of Harry/Hermione. I got the idea for this story when I was discussing it on a website… and then I began thinking up this scenario in my head where Ron and Ginny dies. And what would have happened if only Hermione and Harry survived without them…I thought of this logically, so give me some credit! Please? Anyway, I want to know if or not this story is complete garbage…just tell me. I can take it… Warning: This contains Male Pregnancy…you have been warned.

Chapter 1

#1 Harry Potter and Hermione Granger

Harry Potter and Hermione Granger are possibly the most famous couple in the Wizarding World. Both have received the Order of Merlin, First Class, for their influence in the War against Lord Voldemort a few years back and are known for being the youngest recipients in history.

The powerful couple have known each other since their first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and had been close friends for years. After the war and the loss of their other close friends, Ronald Weasley and Ginerva Weasley, they married. Mrs. Granger decided to keep her surname because of her stance in women's rights and how it's a bit degrading taken the 'male's' name; Mr. Potter, of course, supported his wife.

For three years, we have seen this power couple come up in the latter of the elite. Both are very private, but an inside source has reported that they are always acting as newlyweds, loving and playful.

Most of us, in the Wizarding World, can't wait to see when they become parents. No comment had been said about the subject, but we are sure, that when they do decide, their children will become as influential as them.

-Skeeter

"Interesting." Harry mumbled as he breezed through (The Wizarding World's Most Influential Witches and Wizards) the magazine that had been mailed to them.

"What, Harry?" Hermione set down their morning breakfast for Harry and walked to the other side of the table with her own.

"Hm…turns out we are the most powerful couple in the Wizarding World." He said with an amused smile.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "We have got it every year for the past three yeas, Harry. What do you expect? Plus, I don't know what you're smiling about. I always thought that you despised the media…actually, I'm pretty sure of it."

"Well, this time is different because now they are expecting us to have children soon.'

Hermione chocked on her coffee. "What?!"

"Yep. They even have a poll on the bottom of the page. How does Olivia Granger-Potter sound to you?"

"Ridiculous!"

"Hm…how about Victoria? In my opinion…Victoria sounds too common to me."

Hermione glared at her husband. "Put the magazine down, Harry."

"No!" Harry browsed through the magazine. "Look! Fred and George made number three!"

"Put the paper down, Harry."

"And, Luna made number eight! Ha! Who knew that her weird clothes would be sooo popular?!"

"That's it, Harry! We are going to a party today!"

Harry's mouth dropped. "WHAT?!?!?! When did I ever agree to that?!?!"

"You did when you didn't listen to me! The ministry is throwing a ball or something because of the New Year."

"I'm not going!"

"You will and that's that."

Harry glared at Hermione.

Harry married Hermione after two of the youngest Weasleys died. They had no one else to go to and they knew that they were the only ones that would ever understand them. Let's not say they don't love each other, but it's not that love. Heck, Hermione and Harry never even slept together. They have separate rooms and they both have separate relationships…but they make sure it will never leak to the press. Hermione is currently with a Zabini or something and Harry is single…

Still, Harry now resented Hermione for making him go to a stupid ball. New Years Eve was yesterday, so there was no point to this stupid ball!

Hermione had some nerve, the day of the thing too. Now, Harry had to probably go to Diagon Alley to get something to wear.

Harry sighed. He was sure to get drunk then.

"Harry Potter and his wife, Hermione Granger." The doorman announced to the hall. A few looked up and clapped.

Harry and Hermione walked down the steps and began looking for people who they knew. Someone tapped Harry's shoulder. He looked back and saw Fred and George grinning madly.

"What did you guys do?" Hermione asked warily.

If possible, their grins grew larger. "Nothing, Herms. Just standing here…talking to you."

Harry and Hermione narrowed their eyes. "Seriously what did you guys do?" Harry asked.

The twins pretended to look offended. "Hey look!" George pointed out, "It's looney."

"I think we should say hi."

"Right you are Fred."

"You know," Hermione said after they left prancing over to Luna, "they never answered our question."

Harry shrugged. "This will probably be big, considering that it's a new year…probably is one of their latest products."

"Hmm…"

Hermione walked over to the Minister of Magic. "Hello Seamus, how have you been doing?"

Seamus smiled. "Hermione! Harry! How have you been!?! I have been getting drunk for the past two hours in celebration!"

"Of the new year?"

"Nah, That was yesterday, today is for Witch Weekly's Top something…."

Harry paused and then turned to Hermione. "I thought this was for the Ministry?"

Hermione frowned. "Well, I thought it was. It said so…maybe they got confused?"

"This is too much of a coincidence!"

"Hmm….they probably tricked us…those bastards."

Seamus began laughing…too drunk, Harry assumed. "Mrs. Potty has a potty mouth."

"Seamus, that's not that funny…"

"Shhhhh…" he slurred. "They're announcing someone!"

"Draco Malfoy."

"What's he doing here?!?!" Harry exclaimed.

Seamus began speaking again. "Made number two on the list or something…..made number four me self…Minister of Magic and all…hot isn't he?"

"What?!"

"No need to shout, Harry. Ooh, look! There's Blaise. By Harry." Hermione left Harry alone with Blaise. Seamus looked around. "You know what's weird? I only drank a wee bit 'f fire whiskey and now I am drunk."

Harry looked at Seamus incredulously. "How in the world did you become Minister of Magic?"

Seamus looked at Harry and smiled. "Hmm…everyone loves the Irishman! Plus, I think I was the only one running."

"Hm."

Seamus, of course, wasn't bad looking. On the contrary, he was named one of the most eligible bachelors in the same magazine. The fact that he was totally irresponsible slipped people's mind's entirely.

"So what were you saying about Malfoy?"

"Hm? Oh! He's bloody hot, he is. Wouldn't mind going in the back with him…."

"Not that, Seamus! What were you saying about the list?"

"Oh! That, o' course. Um…he's rich or brilliant or something? Dunno, I think he's also number one in the most wanted men list…thing."

Harry rolled his eyes. Of course Malfoy was rich. That was probably the one thing that didn't change. Malfoy had apparently fled to France after seventh year and he hadn't been heard of since after the war. When he did turn up, he apparently became a Master in potions and received an Order of Merlin for discovering a cure for something. Any who, he got millions more for that very thing and now he's one of the richest Wizards alive.

Harry saw a waitress come by and he quickly grabbed a drink, not looking at what he drank. He knew, at that moment, it was going to be a long night.

Three hours later, the place was still packed. Many people had come up to Harry and had asked for an autograph. Harry obliged and often just left little squiggles.

Harry was seated facing the whole hall and he was drunk…so drunk, that it seemed he didn't have glasses on.

Hmm…damn alcohol. He was horny as hell!

"Hi sexy." Someone purred in his ear.

Harry smirked. That took care of that problem.

"Want to get out of here?"

It was a man's voice…hmm….but Harry didn't give a damn. He wasn't thinking right, remember?

Harry nodded and he apparated himself and the mysterious man to his mansion.

Author's Note: Please review! I want to know if my head ache from new years did brain damage or not…