Chapter One

Harry Potter felt unbelievably lost. The day the final battle ended should have been the most joyous day of his life but it would never and could never be. He had lost so much, his friends Remus and the Tonks all he had left of them is Teddy who would now be in his care since he was his Godfather, his best friend Ron Weasley and Mr. Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, and Albus Dumbledore. Those were just the people he was close with. He did not want to think about the total amount of lives lost to defeat Lord Voldemort. Yes he had won, but the price of that win in his eyes was to high.

Harry walked around the battle field looking for the two people he hoped to be alive. The others he had seen fall and he hoped that they did not meet the same fate. One of them was his friend Hermione who was four months pregnant with her now late boy friends baby, Ron Weasley. Ron tried everything he knew to keep her out of the battle but she was to stubborn she would not have it. She marched into battle alongside them as she has done from the very beginning. Harry couldn't even remember how they had become separated during the battle, most to him was a blur.

The other person he was looking for was his love. Not many knew about them just Hermione and Ron knew that the pair had come to an understanding during the end of their fifth year and kept the public hate up for appearances to keep the other out of danger of Voldemort. Harry would not even begin to tell that it was easy getting to where he and love were now. They had plenty of knock out drag out fights with and without magic. Plenty of times they sent each other to the hospital wings behind those fight. But never did they hold a grudge against the other for those fights if they did than they would have gotten to where they are now, blissfully in love and expecting a gift in six months time not that his love knew about that just yet. He knew for a fact that if he told him he would have never seen the battlefield, his love was to overprotective.

He continued to come through the battlefield of the Hogwarts lawn. Till he finally saw the two of them in the distance Hermione was being supported by his love. He had never been so happy as to see the two of them alive and well. He could move past this day if had them, he lost so much already the thought of losing them both now was to much. He knew it was going to be a long road of recovery for all of them especially Hermione since she lost Ron but he would be there for her till the very end. When he reached them they pulled each into a hug crying and telling each other how happy they were the other was alive. His love it seemed was very happy that he was alive, he kissed him all over his face and kept telling him that he loved him and that he was never letting Harry out of his sight again. Harry just let him, he knew that fighting it would get him no where.

"Harry?" Hermione called him after his love finally let him go.

"I tried Hermione, I fought as hard as I could to reach him. I'm so sorry." Harry told her unable to look into her eyes. He had fought to get to Ron and failed, causing his best friend to lose his life to the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange.

"He's gone then? He isn't coming back?" Hermione asked her voice close to panic as she held on to her rounded stomach. "He's not coming back to us?"

"I'm so sorry Hermione I tried, I nearly lost-" he stopped himself remembering that his love didn't know about the baby. He had taken a serious blow to his stomach one that he was sure was going to cause him to lose the baby but they both were fine.

"Nearly lost what Harry?" his love asked him. Harry couldn't meet those storm clouded eyes. If he did they would draw him in force him to tell that he marched into battle while pregnant with the Malfoy heir.

"Not now Draco." Harry said turning back to Hermione.

"You didn't tell him Harry?" Hermione asked him he shook his head no. "You told Ron and I that you would!"

"Tell me what?"

"Not out here. We need to get Hermione to the hospital wing before her cuts bleed out to much." Harry said trying to shift the focus off of himself.

"I'm fine Harry, just take me to Ron."

"Hermione he is halfway to Hogsmead. You are not strong enough to make that walk we have to get you and the baby checked out. I think that is what Ron would want right now."

"I can make it Harry just take me to him."

"And how would we get back? We are all barely standing right now. We need to go to the Hospital wing and get healed. They will bring him back to the castle so he can be claimed by Molly."

"I want you checked also Harry." He was about to protest but she cut him off. "It's not about you, not anymore."

Great, something seemed to click in Draco's head. Out of the corner of his eye Harry saw it gray eyes went from observing to narrowing to the point they looked like angry cat eyes. Harry just hung his head.

"How far along are you?" the eerily calm voice asked him.

"Three months." Harry whispered.

"How long have you known?"

"Three weeks." Harry said still not looking up at him.

"Three weeks? When were you going to tell me?"

"Not till after the battle. I wasn't even sure that I would make it through."

"So you expected to march into battle and for the both of you to die." Harry could hear the strain in Draco's voice to keep calm.

"I didn't expect to die, but I knew it was a possibility. And if I would have told you, you wouldn't have let me fight today."

"Damn right I wouldn't have! I would have tied your arse up and taken you far far away from The Dark Lords reach!"

"And he would have won. I couldn't let that happen."

"You are too noble Harry. Too much the Gryffindor. Sometimes you need think about yourself."

"I made the right choice Draco. And it is to late to change it now. Can we just get Hermione to the Hospital wing. I am tired and ready to go to bed."

Draco looked as though he was about to say something but thought better of it and helped Hermione into the castle with Harry leading the way. Draco observed that Harry wasn't fairing much better than him and Hermione. He had a large gash on his right leg that was making him favor his left. Across his ribs he had other small gashes. Draco could also see dried blood in his hair. He hoped that all the blood he saw on him wasn't all his own, even if that was a little selfish of him.

When they arrived to the Hospital wing Madame Pomprey was every where with a few volunteers. There didn't seemed to be any space available. Draco was close to despair both Harry and Hermione need to be looked at before serious damage could be done to themselves and to the babies. Enough lives were lost today two more innocents didn't need to join the numbers.

A short Asian man walked over to them. His healer robes were stained in blood and things Draco didn't want to think about. His face was grim looking most likely from all the death that he had encountered to day of the lives he fought to save but could not, Draco shuddered at the thought. "Your going have to take them to the Great Hall, there is no room here. And the staff is busy. They look-"

"They are both pregnant and about to bleed out. I need them to see Madam Pomprey now." Draco said his voice demanding it left no room to be refused.

"How far along are they?" the healer asked them as he lead them to one of the magically expanded rooms he had to expand it again to fit two more beds as they made their way to end.

Harry looked ready to drop he was swaying on his feet and considering that he was already limping that was not a good thing. Draco hoped that they got to the bed soon enough his arms were already full of the equally tired Hermione.

"Hermione is four months and Harry is three." Draco told him as they reached the beds. He gently laid Hermione down who passed out as soon as she hit the pillow. Then went to sit by Harry who was fighting to stay conscious. Draco had never seen him so pale. To him Harry was never meant to be pale his skin was always golden right now he looked three shades lighter than Draco, which had him worrying to the point of panic. "He shouldn't be this pale." Draco told the Healer as he brushed the hair out of Harry's eyes. His eyes landed on Draco and gave him a weak smile.

"I'll be fine Draco." Harry told him as the doctor performed mild healing spells on the gash on his leg and ribs. It was only enough to stop the bleeding and keep the pain to a minimum. He couldn't use a stronger spell or it would harm the baby.

"You are going to be bedridden for a while Mr. Potter. Your injuries are extensive. Your blood pressure is entirely to low and your the birthing sac had taken some heavy damage, not enough to harm the baby but enough to be concerned. It is a miracle your baby survived through the battle. Your magic levels are also entirely to low mainly because it was focused on keeping the baby alive while you were fighting. You also have some heavy spell damage done to your lungs. It is fixable but it will cause your breathing to be a bit of a struggle for the next couple of days. You also had a mild concussion that has already been healed you will be a bit loopy and disoriented for a while because of the side effects of most of the healing charms but you will make a full recovery but you must remain in bed for the next four weeks. Unfortunately we don't have the space for that. So you will most likely be moved while you are resting."

"As long as Hermione is in the same room I do not mind." Harry said to the Healer as his eyelids begun to drop. "Make sure she is okay the Weasley's have lost enough today."

"I will Mr. Potter."

"Thanks." Than he let the blackness take him.

"Will he truly be fine?" Draco asked the Healer as he brought Harry's hand to his lips and kissed it.

"Yes Mr. Malfoy he will be. He just need his rest. I take it you are the father to his baby?"

"Yes." He said with a smile. Than placed his other hand on Harry's belly. "I'm going to be a daddy."

"Congratulations. Is their anyone I can call for Ms. Granger." The Healer asked as he begun to do diagnostic spells and healing charms on Hermione.

"Her fiance fell in battle the only people you can call for her is his family the Weasleys but I imagine at the moment that they are grieving the lost of Arthur and Ronald."

"Such sadness on a day that should be glorious." The Healer said solemnly.

"Indeed it is." Draco said looking over at Hermione. "Will they be alright? I don't think I could tell Harry that something happened to either of them."

"They will be just fine. She just had a broken ankle that is healing now she will have to stay off of it for the next two weeks she also had quite a bit of spell damage to some of her internal organs but that is all fixed now. She should still be bed ridden for the next two and half weeks but she will do just fine. Her injuries are not as bad as Mr. Potter's who had most of it internally."

"Thank you." Draco said to the Healer as he stood to shake his had. "Where would we be moving them?"

"For now to Gryffindor Tower. They are setting up the dormitories into hospital rooms. St. Mungos is filled with patients because as you know You-Know-Who did not focus his attack just on Hogwarts alone but at the Ministry of Magic, Quidditch Nations, and wizarding villages like Hogsmead and such, he also attack Diagon Alley. Sadist bastard, I will forever be thankful to Harry Potter for this day."

"Won't we all." Draco said affectionately as he sooth Harry's hair and held his hand.

"Be good to him Mr. Malfoy, now more than ever he deserves to be happy."

"I will gladly take on that request for everyday of Forever."