Okay, this is going to be a few short chapters, nothing serious.

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Disclaimer: I am flattered that you think I wrote Harry Potter, but I'm afraid I must disappoint you.

The first sign that Harry Potter should just cancel his and Ginny's date was the peacock, which Harry saw through the black gates, strutting proudly. He looked down at his godson, who was staring solemnly at the creature, his hair already changing to match the vivid blue of the animal's feathers. "Will it eat me?" Teddy asked, adopting a serious tone that was very uncommon for a nine year old. Harry sighed, putting his hand on Teddy's shoulder.

"No, Teddy, the peacock will not eat you," he replied wearily, taking out his wand and attempting to open the gates.

"Password?" the gate purred. Harry opened up his mouth to the gate he didn't need a bloody password, thank you very much, and numerous other things peppered with colorful vocabulary, but he reminded himself that Teddy was a regular Parrot, and whatever came out of his mouth came out of Teddy's; a lesson he had learned the hard way, involving a particularly close Quidditch match and a spying little purple-haired boy, who promptly went and told Ginny exactly what he thought of her burnt blueberry muffins. Harry had slept on the couch that night.

"Let me in?" Harry pleaded. The gate must've either took pity on him, or found a pleading Potter funny, and let him in so that its inhabitants could get a laugh. Harry was past the point of caring.

"Why again can't I stay with you this weekend?" Teddy's lower lip was poking out; a little voice in the back of Harry's head told him that Teddy had learned the art of the Puppy Dog Pout (an art he was sure to teach James, once he got old enough to learn the concept).

"Because," Teddy shrank back in fear as another peacock rounded the corner of the Manor, glaring at Teddy, whose hair was now a bubblegum pink, "Ginny and I already made reservations to go out to eat, and we already got Grandma Weasley to come and babysit James, and we think you'd have a much better time here," Harry said, choosing each word of the lie carefully. He carefully avoided the look of utter hurt and betrayal on his godson's face, staring ahead at the imposing black door.

"And you couldn't reschedule?" with the amount of surprising snarky-ness in Teddy's words, it was evident he had been listening to one-too-many Ron and Hermonie bicker fests (which had gotten considerably worse with Hermonie's pregnancy).

"Because we just found out Ginny is going to have a baby, and we have to go out to eat now while she can still fit into her good shoes and not have to wear those maternity robes," Harry surprised himself by reciting Ginny's statement word-for-word (leaving out the colorful adjectives that Harry had pointedly ignored). Teddy seemed momentarily thrown-off by this statement, blinking his now violet eyes and muttering something about "never getting married and having a baby, Ginny's completely bonkers every time and Aunt Hermonie's just crazy". Harry snickered, vowing to never repeat that (very true) statement that would result in another night on the lumpy couch.

"Do you want to knock, or do you want me to?" Teddy stared back stonily. "Right," Harry said to himself, knocking smartly on the door. It swung open, revealing a tall, pale man with blond hair and a pointed face.

"Potter?" Draco raised his eyebrows, his voice straining to be civil. His hair was a little longer, the bags that had been under his eyes since 6th year had faded, and he seemed happier. Well, as happy as you can be when you open your door to find your long arch-rival (who had saved your sorry hide from a cell in Azkaban a couple of years ago), and a boy with now bright green hair.

"Can we come in?" Draco stepped aside and opened the door wider, still utterly bewildered as to why Harry Potter was gracing Malfoy Manor with his presence.

"I like what you've done with the place," Harry said conversationally. The dark gloom that had hung around the mansion was replaced with a warmer feeling, the walls brighter, stacks of books and suspicious looking plants placed everywhere.

"What do you want? I know this isn't a social visit," Draco said abruptly, glancing at the watch on his wrist.

Harry cleared his throat, staring at his feet for a second before blurting out "I need you to babysit!" Draco's face ranged from confused, amused, and then finally on annoyed.

"I can't Potter, I have to go to work," he said, tapping his watch again. Teddy was busy glaring at Harry, the words I'm not a baby practically seeping out of his eyeballs.

"But I have no one else! Ginny has to go out to eat to night, she has to! It's the last bloody night we have before she goes back into the pregnancy Ginny, who honestly frightens me," Harry rambled. "Why can't your wife watch Teddy?" Draco glanced down at cousin (or was it second cousin? First cousin once removed? Ah, all Harry knew was that they were related) raked his fingers through his hair, looking quite frustrated.

"Because Astoria's seven months pregnant, and I wouldn't want to leave the poor boy alone with her! I love the woman, but she's gone mad!" Harry blinked at Draco's statement. Astoria who? Harry didn't remember an Astoria. Well, at least it's not Pansy he mused to himself. Wait-he couldn't mean Astoria Greengrass, could he?

"Am I the only one that thinks all three wives getting pregnant at the same time is just a little creepy?" they both looked down at Teddy, who just shrugged, his hair changing rapidly to the color of gold.

"Three?" Draco's eyebrows furrowed as he tried to make out who the other pregnant wife was.

"Hermonie," Harry stated simply. Draco took a moment to take this in, then looked at Teddy.

"No, going to school with the Golden Trio makes you use to all the weird occurrences," he said dryly. While Teddy was contemplating this, a figure came out of one of the many rooms, startling Harry.

"Draco?" they all turned to look as a very pretty very pregnant girl with wide green eyes and dark curls made her way down the stairs. She was wearing the dreaded maternity robes; although hers were green and silk (being a Malfoy obviously had its perks). Her eyes passed over Harry, pausing momentarily at his scar, and Teddy (she didn't even blink at his now fiercely magenta hair and eyes the color of her robes), then came to rest on her husband.

"Well?" she pursed her lips, glaring at her husband, daring him to try and explain. Harry decided Draco was either very brave or very stupid for opening his mouth.

"Potter was just asking if we could watch Teddy, but I have to go into work, and you, well you can't-"

"I can't what, Draco?" she sneered (yep, definitely Astoria Greengrass. Well, Malfoy now) at her husband, who Harry heard muttering "two more months. Just two more months," to himself like some sort of chant. Harry knew how he felt.

"Astoria, you're pregnant, seven months pregnant! You can't watch a kid! I mean, seven months Tori!" Draco was taking on a desperate tone while Harry was having second thoughts about having a hormonal pregnant woman watch Teddy for the night.

"I can very well do whatever I want, Draco, with child or not," Astoria said, Draco's shoulders slumping in defeat and Harry sending mental apologies in advance to Teddy.

"Teddy. Teddy Lupin," he stuck out his hand to Astoria, whose face took on a pleasant expression as she shook. Harry prayed she'd stay like this until he could come and rescue his godson, but he had his own experiences with pregnant witches, who were prone to setting off random spells on their wands and making things explode. Harry would just have to make sure Teddy didn't get close to her wand, if he knew what was good for him.

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