Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. I'm just borrowing JKR's magic :D

Harry apparated into the safe house, collapsing on to the couch, groaning. He turned on his back, absorbing the new and unfamiliar surroundings. Struggling to control his ragged breathing, blood seeping through his wounds from all the hexes and curses he had received, he watched as three silhouettes approach his limp, unmoving form.

His vision blurred slightly but his emerald green gaze remained fixed on the three shadowy figures. Two of them, clearly women, had long hair and he could now see their faces as the stepped into the light. One had curly black hair whilst the other was a redhead whose straight hair was coming up to her shoulder. The third figure was a man. Tall, towering over the two women, he had silver-blond hair and was supporting one of the women from the back as she walked.

Harry groaned loudly. Recognizing the man on the living room couch, Ginny bolted forward to his side, followed by a whirlwind of red strands of hair. Tears threatened to spill out of her blue orbs as she healed the worst of his injuries. Concentration hid her wave of emotions, replacing one another as anger, sadness, and worry fought within her.

Stupid git. He couldn't have gotten any daft could he? Apparating here, in this state no less! He could've died, could've been followed, but no, he had to come. What the bloody hell had he been thinking? Had he even been thinking?

Pushing her emotions aside, her tears betraying how she felt, she preceded to heal the rest of his wounds with random flicks and taps of her wand as she muttered the incantation of the healing spells.

"Gin, 'Mione, Draco. Came to get Draco, help…" he breathed, pausing to gesture at Draco before continuing in a strained if not smaller voice, "Lucius, Voldemort fighting me…" he ranted on.

"H…he did this? My father did this?" Draco asked, not daring to look at Harry from where he stood near the doorway.

Harry nodded as Hermione pulled Draco into the kitchen, her rich chocolate brown eyes filled with pain and sadness. Silver-grey met golden brown. Draco wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a hug and stroking her hair. Her small, petite frame fit snugly into his despite her protruding stomach. She fit him like a puzzle. He felt her hot tears run down his neck. Instinctively, he held her tighter, kissing her forehead.

'Sshh, it's gonna be okay. Baby, it's gonna be fine. We're gonna win, we're gonna put that hypocrite bastard and his fucked up followers out of their miserable existence…sshh, its okay…' he soothed.

Hermione wiggled out of his embrace, folding her arms with her back facing him. He came from behind, wrapping his arms around her body, his hands finding and settling at the curve of her swollen belly.

'Draco, please… let me come at least...' she started, placing her hand atop his.

Suddenly, she felt a pain in her stomach, gripping his hand tightly, she grimaced. He smiled, planting a kiss on her cheek.

'Mia, we talked about this…you're due any week now, if anything happened to you I'd never forgive myself!'

'And if anything happened to you, I will have to raise our son without you!'

'Our son? It's a boy? When did you find out?'

She nodded. 'I've known since we found out I was pregnant.'

A strange warmth filled Draco's chest. New determination added on to his will to survive and win the raging war, to finally be the woman before him and their son…When he didn't reply, she asked, 'Can we at least wait at Hogwarts? We'll be more help there than staying here, Dray…please?'

He figured there was no changing her mind.

'Alright, but you have to stay there, deal? I don't want to worry about you out there, I'll be fighting for our present and future…' he whispered rubbing her baby bulge.

She nodded and they walked into the living room to tell Ginny and Harry about their arrangement. Ginny looked more enthusiastic and determined to contribute any way she could. Harry seemed reluctant but agreed.

Holding hands they apparated into Hogsmeade and flooed to Hogwarts from the Three Broomsticks.Making sure Ginny and Hermione were safe in the Hospital Wing with Madame Pomfrey, the two young men sprinted the Forbidden Forest to fight.

With a last glance at Hermione from below, Draco ran into the Forest after the Boy-Who-Lived.

They ran full-on into the midst of the battle, jets of light emitting from their wands every few seconds at the Death Eaters. Harry and Draco each saw a Death Eater advancing on to each other. Draco shouted 'Immobilus' the exact same time a jet of red light went past his shoulder as Harry yelled 'Stupefy!' which had hit a heavy set redhead behind him who fell to the floor with a 'thud'.

'Draco! We thought you turned on us for those filthy traitors! But here we are, aren't we? The Dark Lord will be pleased,' she paused and continued in a baby voice, 'ity bity ickle baby Potter… cornered eh?!'

Draco glanced to his side to see Bellatrix Lestrange, his aunt before fixing his gaze back on Harry.

'Yeah, Aunt Bella, I reckon he will,' he said, pointing his wand at Harry who decided to play along, taking a defensive pose as Bellatrix watched on.

A/N: I know it's short but don't be too mean okay:D