It was Harry's decision. We saw the possibility, but his eyes shone sombre at the thought of it.

I finished dunking the tea bag from the pot and took the trayful of tea cups and the teapot out into the living room. Hermione and Ron sat thigh to thigh, their youngest Hugo barely a year old sitting on his fathers lap and a three-year-old rose sitting next to her mother patiently.

I smiled at them with a bright smile and placed the tray onto the foot table, I almost chuckled as I caught Rose looking hungrily at the plate of cookies. "Rose would you like a cookie?" Her cheeks splotted pink and she nodded her head. "Rose say please." Her mother chastised. "Please!" She whispered, I let a small chuckle leave my lips and I picked up the plate to extend to her, she picked the biggest cookie and instantly took a bite out of it, crumbs sprinkling her white dress.

"Rose you're making a mess!" Hermione complained and quickly went to clean her dress, I couldn't help but stop her. "Just let her enjoy her cookie Hermione." I softly spoke as not to offend her, she sighed and leaned back into the couch. Ron took a cookie from the plate and snapped it in half, giving one half to Hugo and eating the other for himself.

I sat down on the couch, a smile creeping onto my lips looking at the two adorable children eating the cookies my mother had sent by owl. The silence continued, then Hermione asked the question I dreaded she would. "Draco when are you two going to have kids?" Hermione asked earnestly and innocently. The smile that was ghosting my lips instantly dropped.

I sighed at Hermione, one thing I knew after these few years of friendship was that I couldn't hide anything from her. Hermione's eyebrows furrowed as she realised the quick change in atmosphere.

"Harry doesn't want any." I spoke softly, but my heart squeezed painfully.

"Oh." Was all Hermione said, Ron however didn't seem unfazed by this fact. He swallowed his mouthful of cookie before speaking. "Draco I'm surprised that you want kids." I looked to him almost sharply but mostly in puzzlement, "and what do you mean by that?" Ron shrugged his shoulders and broke his eyes away from mine, he continued.

"Well you never had the best father, he did horrible things to you, and think about Harry and his past. He never knew his father, maybe he's scared about raising a kid when he wasn't raised properly himself." Ron hands moved animatedly as he garbled on, his words however made complete sense and I couldn't help but feel ashamed at myself.

I sighed and leaned back into the couch, rubbing the palm of my hand down my face. The one who was meant to be the complete hot-headed git had made a logical and perfectly valid statement. "Draco, I think you really need to talk to Harry." Hermione leaned forward across the table and grabbed my hand, I ignored the glare from Ron and squeezed her hand tightly, I sighed again for what felt like the hundredth time. "I know I know, but he keeps avoiding the subject… and times running out, the blue moon is in two weeks."

"Shit mate you're right!" Ron's blue eyes widened, Hermione slapped him on the arm. "Children Ron!" His cheeks flushed its usual red and he mumbled an apology. The afternoon continued with Hermione and me talking about work, whilst Ron played with Hugo and Rose to keep them entertained. It felt good to be able to talk to them, I decided to take the week off, but Harry hadn't, the days had quickly turned lonely.

Hermione finished her sentence and scanned her watch then looked up apologetically. "Sorry Draco we really need to go, we'll come see you when Harrys got his day off." I smiled gratefully at her as she stood up and scooped Hugo onto her hip, I gave Hugo a tickle goodbye and leant down to gracefully take Rose's hand and kiss the top of it. She giggled and flushed the same colour her father always did when he was embarrassed. I stood straight and shook Ron's hand. "Goodluck mate." He shook my hand firm, I nodded my head, "thanks I'll need it." I smirked. He shook his head a small smile ghosting his lips. Hermione stepped into the fire with Hugo, and disappeared into flames, next was Ron and Rose, Rose waved goodbye before she too was swallowed in flames.

I turned away from the fire and went to clean the living room, the clanking of the dishes echoing through the empty apartment. I missed Harry, but work had suddenly become extremely busy, Harry had finally managed to catch some runaway death eaters, and quickly found out about their plans of regrouping once again. This news had kept him at work, constantly trying to find more of them, find out their plans, find out where they were hiding.

I knew the dangers of him being an Auror, how he may never return home, how he could come home and never be the same again, but I also knew that I would love him no matter what would happen in that Auror world of his. I set to cleaning the dishes and filling the sink with water. After the war I was allowed to finish school then put straight on trial, with the help of Harry I managed only to come away with a 3-year probation. However, the probation had taught me how to live without magic, how to simply be a human being.

Even though my wand was returned to me, I still enjoyed the simple and rewarding pleasures of cleaning and cooking by hand, not just allowing my magic to do it all. The fire crackled from the living room and footsteps soon greeted my ears. I continued to wash the dishes, and soon hands crept around my stomach and warm air fanned across my right cheek. "Welcome home love." My chest somehow felt lighter now that Harry was home. He always brought this irreplaceable sense of calm to me. "Good to be home." He whispered, his lips met the side of my cheek, causing butterflies to explode in my stomach, his lips +continued to kiss down my neck, I moved my neck to the side to allow him more access, my eyes fluttered shut.

"Harry…" I moaned.

"Yes love." He stopped sucking on my neck, the tender burning from the hickey he had left travelling down my arm.

"I'm doing the dishes." He wrapped his arms tighter across my stomach, "then stop washing them."

I turned to face him, his green eyes deepened with lust, making my heart somehow beat faster. A smirk rose to my face and I flicked water from my hands onto his face. He jerked backwards and wiped his face. "Draco that's gross!" He whined, I giggled and placed my hands on my hips. "Well I told you that I was doing the dishes."

He stuck out his bottom lip and pouted. "But babe I missed you."

I too stuck out my bottom lip, "I missed you too, but we can have fun when I finish the dishes." He pouted for a little while longer before relenting. "Fine I'll wait in the bedroom." He trudged into the bedroom, I chuckled and turned back to the sink, washing the dishes a lot quicker than I was before.

The dishes finally finish I quickly dry my hands and make way to the bedroom, Harry is there under the duvet his breathing slow and constant. With a small smile on my face I take off my clothes to be left in my boxers and climb into the bed next to him, I kiss him on the cheek and cuddle into his back, he groans and turns to wrap his arms around me, then a sigh leaves his pink lips. "Night love" I whisper before closing my eyes.

My eyes open to find I am no longer sleeping cuddled against Harry, but a child perhaps at the age of two or three is wedged between us. The child is turned away from me, but his hair reminds me very much of Harrys, midnight black and unruly. The child turns and faces me, his eyes open and I almost gasp, it's as if I'm looking in the eyes of my own. "Daddy!" He coos, his chubby little arms reaching out for me. Suddenly everything washes away and I awaken cuddled against Harrys chest, tears streaming down my eyes. Harry is wide awake and combing his fingers down my hair to calm me down. "Another nightmare?" I shake my head. "You don't need to lie to me you know." He softly says, he pressed his lips against the top of my head. I sit up out of his arms and face him.

"I didn't have a nightmare Harry." My heart races, my mind is screaming at me not to tell him, but my heart is cursing back that I should. Harrys thick eyebrows furrow, he looks at me confused. "Then what did you dream about that made you cry like that?"

"I…I…" I take in a deep breath. "I dreamed we had a child." He eyes widened and he too sat up.

"Oh…"

I take another deep breath, we need to talk about this I keep telling myself, I don't care the consequences, I don't care if puts a wall between us, I need to say how I feel, and he needs to know.

"Harry, I know you don't want kids and I know that you don't want to talk about it, but please let's talk about it!" I begged my voice getting louder towards the end.

"Draco…" His tone warned me, but I continued forward, preparing to fight with him.

"Harry, I love you. I love you with everything I have. We grew up with horrible influences, we grew up with… questionable family members-" Harry snorted, I glared at him. "But I want to have a family with you, I want to have your children, shit I'm scared too you know!" I catched my breathe, breathing in deeply to try and stop the tears that threatened to fall. Harry leaned forward and took my hands. "But I know that I'm not my father and you are not your uncle."

Harry leaned forward, his lips connected to mine. Our lips moved together in a feverish fashion, the slight taste of salt on my lips electrified the kiss, his hands moved from mine to my cheeks, his thumbs rubbing circles sending light shivers down my spine.

I slowly disconnected our lips to rest my forehead on his. Our breathes dancing together with harmony. Harrys eyes fluttered open and my breathe caught in my throat. He was so beautiful, this man before me, he still made me astonished that he was mine.

"What are you thinking?" He whispered, a shiver ran down my spine, his husky voice resonating to my core. "I'm thinking about how I can't believe that you are mine."

He chuckled slightly. "I think that every day love."

I smiled wide and leaned back in to peck him on the lips. I lingered there for a bit before separating our lips again. I yawned and stretched and reached for my watch on the bedside table. "Its five thirty."

Harry yawned too and wrapped his arms around my torso, "gives us half an hour before work then."

He pulled me down and wrapped his arms around my stomach, his face cuddled into the back of my neck. "Hmm maybe I should just take the day off." I chuckle and move closer to him. "Harry." I call. "Yeah?" I turn around and put my hand onto his cheek, he closes his eyes and presses his hand against mine. "We still have a lot of talking to do."

He opened his eyes, the sudden change in atmosphere making my heart jump into my throat.

"I know."

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