Harry sat nervously at the table as he waited for Ron to arrive, fiddling with the napkin underneath his mug of butterbeer.

He didn't want to drink it, nor was he planning to. He just wanted something to focus his attention on before he could reclaim his senses and get out of there. Draco would understand if he came running back home again just about ready to have an anxiety attack; this wasn't the first attempt he'd made to break the news to Ron.

"Hey Harry," He greeted happily near ten minutes after he'd almost caved and walked out again. His flaming hair was askew in some places from the less-than-lovely weather outside.

Harry didn't move an inch when he sat before him and Ron immediately ordered a drink himself, settling down to look over at him.

"Yeah," Harry replied when he noticed he hadn't said hello.

"Been a while, hasn't it?" Ron smiled sheepishly: so typical Ron.

"Yeah." Harry repeated: so non-typical Harry.

Small talk had ended for a while until another large mug of honey brown liquid was presented.

Ron, oblivious to the tension rolling off his best mate in waves, noticed Harry hadn't taken a single sip from his drink since he'd arrived. It was only then he began to find that something was wrong.

"What's the matter Harry? Lost your taste?" he laughed. He knew Harry to love butterbeer even though all Weasleys favored Firewhiskey.

"Not thirsty," He grumbled absentmindedly, pushing the drink away in the direction of his company's hand. If only he knew how many tastes he had lost and gained since they'd last met.

Ron, taking it along with his own drink, didn't seem to find it strange to be invited to a pub when the invitee wasn't thirsty. He rather attempted to engage him in conversation as he drained them one after the other. He quickly saw he wouldn't get more than five words out of him at a time and just as quickly gave up.

"Ron, listen," Harry began, interrupting a moment of silence consisting of him sitting and staring at the table and Ron's eyes wandering around the room for nothing in particular. "I- I've got to… to tell you something…"

Ron's face creased with worry. The last time Harry had told him something this way, it was that he was dating Draco Malfoy, and he still wasn't completely on board with that. And he didn't think he ever would be.

He nodded his head slowly, forcing himself to relax as he watched Harry wrap his arms around himself comfortingly. It was at that moment Ron noticed that his coat was still on. He would've thought he would've taken it off now that he was indoors and it was teeming with candles and fires.

"Promise me not to shout," Harry demanded first before he said anything else.

'Not to shout'? Ron thought. That was the last thing he would've thought of doing and the idea confused him. Was that why they were in public, so he wouldn't, or rather, couldn't pitch a fit?

"Not unless you give me a reason to," he stated plainly.

'A reason to…' Harry's mind echoed apprehensively. He was pretty sure this was a reason to- not even a reason- the reason to. Suddenly he felt trapped surrounded by the people in the pub and Ron. What would happen if someone overheard? What would they think? What would Ron think?

Harry looked down at himself as Ron continued to gaze at him. He removed his arms when he realized he was doing that hugging thing again, he hated not noticing anymore when he did it. He started thinking back to where he'd gotten it from and smiled shyly when he remembered the first time Draco had hugged him that way. It gave him a warm feeling, a feeling of home and safety, but then he looked up he was still across the table from Ron.

Harry blushed, alarmed by what his fantasies of love had become. "Would you mind if we went outside?" he asked, fanning himself to try and pass the blush for sudden overheating. "Could really use some air."

Ron drained the rest of the Butterbeer and nodded. "Course. Let's go."

Walking through the park, Harry pulled his coat tighter as the wind gusted.

"Are you sure indoors isn't better?" Ron complained, trembling with a powerful shiver as he just only avoided a leaf to the face.

Harry smiled, not veering from their path. "Yeah, I feel better out here."

"So what is it?" Ron asked when their pace had significantly slowed.

Regardless of all the fresh air anyone could ask for, Harry still felt the panic clutching at his chest. But he didn't want to spend another day moping around the house because he'd failed to inform him. Again. Hermione already knew but thought it was best if he should tell Ron himself.

"Ron," he began thoughtfully and cleared his throat, "Do you love me? As a friend and all."

Ron snorted incredulously. "Of course I love you, mate. You know that." He nudged Harry on the arm, wondering how he could be so stupid not to think so.

"And you will no matter what?" Harry asked quietly, his number of footsteps becoming less and less.

Ron looked at him, decelerating to match. "Sure I will."

Harry sighed as they took a turn on the concrete path, a few people walking past quietly.

"Harry. Have you killed someone?" Ron asked suddenly.

He started and shoved Ron playfully in the side. "No, I didn't kill anyone!"

"Then why are you being so serious?" Ron asked, walking back beside him. He felt silence was bad if not for a reason, and most reasons for silence were bad.

"Because…"

"Yes?"

Harry bit his lip and pushed himself to just out with it. "You know… about me and Draco already."

Ron rolled his eyes. "As if I could forget."

Harry sighed again and continued. "Well… you know once you've lived with someone that sharing isn't really a problem?"

Where the hell was this going? Ron thought. Had Malfoy stolen from him or broken something? Something important?

"I guess, …" he said hesitantly.

"So…" Harry went on just as slowly, "Draco and I have shared a lot since we moved in together, both mentally and physically-"

Ron stopped. "I don't want to hear anymore."

Harry stopped walking too. "Ron. It's important in the explanation."

He huffed a sigh. "Fine. Just don't get too… descriptive, all right? Just focus on the mental side for Merlin's sake."

They continued walking, Harry listening to the steady rhythm of Ron's breathing as he thought of the next sentence.

"Ok. Well, Draco had gone to a clinic when we'd decided to move in together, you know, to keep me safe, and everything came back clean-"

"'Clean' is the last word I'd use for that man," Ron muttered.

Harry stilled and glared at him.

"Sorry! Old feelings don't just die… Go ahead," Ron grumbled, reluctant.

"As I was saying," Harry rolled past the interjection, "He came back… healthy," he rephrased pointedly.

Ron did a poor job of hiding his smirk as they resumed their walk.

"So one day when things got… close-"

"Merlin's Beard…"

Harry smacked his arm. "Shut up Ron! It's necessary."

"Fine, fine. So you got 'close'. What about it?"

Harry could feel his face heating but knew the cold would conceal his embarrassment.

"And… we didn't take… all the precautions. We didn't think we needed to anymore." He looked at Ron, expecting another outbreak, but he kept his mouth shut that time seeing the threat in Harry's eyes.

"Mmm hmm." Ron kept it short as he tried to avoid visuals of just what it was Harry and Draco did in the privacy of their home together.

He didn't know how to word this part as he felt another shard of ice wind make his eyes water. "And then something. Happened," he concluded simply.

Ron's brow creased when Harry didn't say anything else. "What happened?"

Harry watched his feet moving one before the other as Ron waited expectantly for an answer. He could still see the exact moment it happened replaying in his mind as he toyed with his fingers.

"Something… odd happened."

Ron thought he was going to asphyxiate; when Harry thought something wasn't ordinary, it was absolutely outrageous to him. "Odd as in…"

"Odd as in I got pregnant," Harry filled in as he continued watching his feet. Ron didn't say anything and he looked over at him.

Ron looked back at him, grinning hugely at the amount of panic on his best mate's face.

"Come now, Harry. There's no way you're getting me with something like that; not when you've got Fred and George as brothers." He shook his head in disbelief at Harry's poor choice of a gag.

Harry rooted himself to the ground; offended that Ron thought he would joke about something like that. "Ron, I'm not kidding. Here, feel."

Ron rolled his eyes and came back for him, hat shifting with his swaying movement. He couldn't believe his dedication.

"Sure you mean it." He teased as he rubbed Harry's stomach through the thick coat, just as a father would.

But then he felt a small defiant curve that was too out of proportion from the rest of Harry's thin body type and his grin disappeared.

Harry felt Ron's hand still on his stomach and his face went pale. He looked sick.

"Ron?" Harry checked hesitantly, taking in the blankness of his eyes. He moved his own hands down to rest over Ron's large one, keeping them pressed against his growing belly and he observed Ron's mouth moving silently.

"He… He did that… t-to you?" His voice trailed when Harry backed away from his touch, not wanting to cause a scene. The gesture looked strange but the reason was stranger.

Harry couldn't help but to smile a little proudly as he massaged his stomach through his coat. "I didn't believe it at first either, but were doing something about it. I'm just about three months along now."

Ron made an unintelligible noise as he sank down to sit on the cold grass, lying his face in his hands while Harry stood feet from him.

"But how?" he asked after a couple of minutes, not even feeling the numbness spreading through his limbs as the wind rustled leaves nearby.

Harry grimaced as he took a few steps to sit down carefully beside him.

"Magic."

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Do I Continue?? Finally got over a huge bout of laziness and decided to post it. So, bad idea, or no??? GOD HELP ME!!