Okay I promised you guys a sequel and here it is. Fair warning I'm still going by the movies even though I recently finished Deathly Hallows(Its awesome!those who haven't must read it). I want to make this fanfic a lot better than the other so updating will erratic but hey what can you do? Thanx so much for reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, J.K. Rowling does in every way.

Draco lay awake in his silver bed. Decora was cuddling against his bare chest and fast asleep. They had gotten married right after they finished Hogwarts and she had moved in with him when his father died. She and her brother had become Aurors while he and Ginny had become homemakers. Draco was surprisingly fine with freeing his house elves and learning to fend for himself. It had been Decora's idea and had been brilliant. Decora stirred and her eyes fluttered open. She looked up to see Draco looking down at her lovingly.

"Hey Dray, guess what?"

"What?"

"I love you." Draco chuckled. She always said that when she woke up.

"I love you too," he said. Decora sat up and pushed her way out of bed. She walked gracefully to the bathroom. Draco sighed. If only she knew.

"All right Draco I'm on my way to the ministry," Decora said as grabbed her floo powder. As she disappeared in green smoke, Draco smiled. He grabbed a piece of parchment, a quill and began to write. As he sent an owl off with his note, he sat on the couch. He wondered what was taking so long. He suddenly heard a pop and looked up to see his brother in law standing in the middle of his living room.

"Took you long enough," Draco said smirking. Harry sneered.

"I had to convince Ginny I was going to the ministry. She's at the burrow taking care of Ron. He caught spattergroit." Harry sat next to Draco. They still didn't like each other that much but Decora marrying Draco had brought them closer together.

"How long will she be at the burrow?"

"A while. Ron's got a really nasty case and Ginny's the only one brave enough to take care of him. We have all of today and tomorrow but I'm not sure about after that."

"So what do you wanna do between now and then," Draco said coyly.

"What did you have in mind?" Harry whispered in parseltongue. Harry knew that parseltongue turned Draco on and he felt a small pang of guilt. Here he was seducing his sister's husband with parseltongue, one of the few things that linked them together. And yet he was using it for his own pleasure.

Draco smiled. He leaned in closer to Harry. Their noses touched and they both shuddered. Their lips sizzled when they touched and their bodies responded. They embrace and the kiss became more and more heated. Draco fell back into the couch and allowed Harry to dominate him.

"How was work Dee?"

"Fine. Things have really been quiet since my father died. How were things with you?"

"Fine. I hung out with Harry for a while. We were talking about Ron. Apparently he's got spattergroit." As Decora was about to respond she and Draco heard a pop and saw Ginny standing in their living room. Ginny was giddy and jumping up and down.

"Guess what?"

"Ron's better?" Draco asked.

"No…look at my stomach. Does it look any bigger?"

"No," Decora said.

"Well it will in a few months. I'm pregnant!" Decora gasped and rushed over o Ginny. She placed a hand on her stomach. "Really?"

"Yeah I woke up a few days ago vomiting and went to St. Mungos to see what was wrong with me. They checked me over and gave me the great news! I'm gonna be a mom

"Does Harry know?"

"Yes," Ginny said merrily. "He was so happy. He told me to come tell you while he fixed dinner. Bill and Fleur decided to look after Ron."

"Oh Ginny this is great. I'm going to be an aunt. Well a half-aunt anyway. Oh Gin you're going to be a mother. This is…this is just too perfect," Decora squealed. "Isn't this great Draco?" Draco smiled in response.

"Yeah its great. Have you told anyone else?"

"Well I'm going to tell my parents right now. Harry just said you should be the first to know."

"Well go tell them, Ginny," Decora said.

"All right, all right. I'm going," Ginny said as she apparated to the burrow. Decora smiled at the empty spot and turned to look back at Draco. She smiled seductively and walked towards him.

"You're going to be an uncle," Decora said in a singsong voice. She stood behind him and hugged him. She pulled him to their bedroom with a sensual smile.

A while later Decora and Draco were both naked in bed. The sheet was up and Draco was playing with Decora's hair.

"Dray?"

"Hmm."

"Do you ever think about having kids?"

"Yeah. All the time," Draco replied. Decora shifted to look at him above her.

"Really? All the time?

"Yep. Why? Do you feel like racing Ginny to the maternity ward?" Draco said sarcastically.

"Maybe."

"Decora, I think you should be there when Ginny has her baby. You should be standing next to her, not giving birth on your own stretcher. She's gonna need you."

"I know its just…Ginny is going to supply us with a niece or nephew. I just want to be able to return the favor." Decora stroked Draco perfect chin and stared deeply into his eyes. They were no longer shielded from her. They had no secrets. "Dray, what if something's wrong with me?"

"What do you mean 'wrong with you'?"

"Dray, we have done… this a thousand times, without protection and I have not once gotten pregnant. What if something is wrong with me?" Draco understood.

"Decora even if you can't have children, there is nothing wrong with you. And you don't know that it's you. It might be m…" Decora placed a hand on his mouth interrupting the sentence.

"Don't say that. I couldn't bear it if something was wrong with you." She removed her hand.

"Nor I you. So don't worry."

"Easy for you to say," Decora retorted.

"Decora if you really want to know for sure. We could have you inseminated by somebody else and see if you're pregnant," Draco said nonchalantly. Decora looked at Draco in a state of horror.

"Inseminated by somebody else? Draco are you crazy?" Decora said as she stood and got out of the bed. The sheet was around her and her eyes were full of fury. "So what? I'm not good enough to have your children? I'll just get a donor and lie to my child for the rest of his life? No, no that is not what is going to happen. Either I have your children or I don't have children, it's as simple as that." She stormed toward the bathroom and slammed the door. Draco glared at the door and pulled his knees into his arms.

"It was just a suggestion," he whispered.

Later that night Decora opened the door to her room and saw Draco asleep in bed. She quietly crept up to the bed and climbed in.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. Draco's eyes slowly opened.

"Me too."