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Chapter 2: The Talk

When the time came, Harry apparated into their house where he saw Ron and Hermione sitting solemnly on the couch.

"Hi, Ron, Hermione," he said, but they did not return the greeting. Hermione sat there looking at him reproachfully, and even Ron did not seem too happy with him.

"Harry James Potter," Hermione stated, and Harry winced. She only used his full name when he was in trouble, and he didn't even know what was wrong. "Why don't you sit down, and we can have a nice talk."

Harry cautiously strode over and sat in the sofa in front of them. When he did, Hermione cast a silencing bubble around them, and he stared at the action, but refrained from asking questions, so they did not answer.

"So, Harry," Hermione started, "How was your day?"

Harry blinked confusedly, but answered anyways. "Nothing special."

At this, Hermione's lips thinned and Ron looked pitifully at him, as if his answer had clinched his death sentence.

"Really?" Hermione asked.

"Well, yeah, unless you want to count Draco suddenly disappearing on me. I suppose he has another one of those unspeakable missions that the Unspeakables have to do."

He smiled weakly, but his joke fell on death ears. If anything, the atmosphere in the room seemed to drop a few degrees.

"Why would you think Draco suddenly disappeared on you to work on a new project, Harry?" Hermione enquired. "I'm here, aren't I, and I'm supposed to be his partner."

At this, Harry started. That was true. Then where was Draco?

When he posed the question, Hermione answered with a glint in her eye. "Do you really want to know, Harry?"

Was everyone going to ask him that question today? He nodded as he had when Draco had asked him.

"Well, it seems as if we had an unexpected visitor today. Did you know, Harry, that Draco suddenly apparated into our home without warning when it is extremely dangerous for him to do so, practically in tears, because of you…you-Argh"

Hermione's speech had gained volume as it went on, until she stopped when she could not think of how to go on.

"She means to call you a callous, uncaring git," Ron put in helpfully, and Hermione made a noise of agreement. "I wouldn't have done what you did to Draco, even if we had still been enemies."

Harry just sat there dumbly. Draco, crying? What is going on?

He got up. "Where's Draco now?" He made to move, but surprisingly, Ron stopped him. "We're not done talking yet, Harry. We have a crash course in Wizarding history to teach you."

They all sat back down, but Harry was confused.

"I still don't know how I could have committed such a heinous act to warrant all this commotion. Why was Draco crying? Why'd he come to you two?"

"Be patient and sit down while we explain it to you, you blockhead. I hope by the end our explanation, you'll understand the gravity of your words.

They settled down and this time, Ron spoke.

"Now, Harry, I just learnt of this an hour or so ago, myself, but being born in the Wizarding World, perhaps I understood it better than you did. What were you guys talking about before Draco left?"

Huh? How did Ron know we had been talking before? Harry thought, but answered anyways.

"Draco was playing some sort of joke on me. He said he was pregnant! Can you believe that? I mean, men can't get pregnant, can they?"

At the looks on Ron and Hermione's faces, he knew he had just said something wrong. He felt a dark sense of foreboding settle in his gut.

"I'm sure you know by now, Harry that things in the Muggle world are somewhat different than in the Wizarding world. Magic has endowed upon us so many great things that we do not have to use sophisticated technology to compensate for. Most of all, we have different prejudices than the Muggle world, as I'm sure you noticed, so homosexuality and race is not a problem here. Instead, it was blood, which everyone is thankful has disappeared, along with the war and Voldemort."

"Magic has given both witches and wizards the ability to reproduce, regardless of who they love. It does not matter if you are female and love a female, or are male and love a male. Love is a magic all its own, as I'm sure you know yourself, and it transcends both age and gender. Being able to give birth, regardless of gender, helps those who want a family feel more secure in being who they really are, instead of pretending to be straight, even if they're not because it's expected."

Suddenly, Hermione's previous words floated back to him. Draco suddenly apparated into our home without warning when it is extremely dangerous for him to do so…

"Omigod, you said he apparated! Is he all right? What about the baby? Omigod, he's pregnant! Shit, I laughed at him! Damn, I can't believe all the things I said to him! He'll never forgive me."

Harry groaned. He must hate me now. No wonder he ran away. Well, apparated, really. I can't believe he did that in his state. Well, actually, if that had happened to me, I definitely would not have stayed, either, to be further ridiculed.

"I've been such an idiot!" Harry yelled.

"That you have, mate, that you have" Ron agreed, and Hermione nodded. "But we love you anyways."

"But Draco and the baby seem okay. He's upstairs resting now. You hurt him a lot, Harry," Hermione added, softly.

"I know, and I'll do anything to make it up to him. He knows I love him."

"Yes, he does, and he loves you, but he also loves the baby, and he doesn't think you do."

Harry's stomach plummeted. "But I do. I've always wanted a family."

"Don't worry, mate, I'm sure Draco will understand once you explain it to him."

"No, I want to do something more. I'll show him how much I care for him and the baby. I have an idea I've been meaning to put into action for a while now. I think it's time."

That said, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat down to plan Harry's reconciliation plan, hopefully quickly enough before either Draco or James, or both, awoke. They ate as they discussed, and Hermione brought food up to Draco's room in case he awoke and was hungry, especially with the baby, with a self-renewing heating charm.

A/N: Hi. Thank you to those who reviewed. Just to tell you, this fic isn't long since I'm not very good at writing anything for an extensive period of time.