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Anyway, here's the next chapter and this one is something that more than a few of you asked for; Harry's POV. I hope you like this one. It was difficult getting into Harry's head for this chapter and I truly hope that it doesn't show.

My name is Harry Potter; I imagine that, if you are reading this, you already know who I am. I'm not as well-spoken as my Hermione, nor as eloquent as my Draco, but I know what I want you readers to know. I'd like to give you just a piece of what I was feeling back then. There are enough lies about me in print out there, I'd prefer it if you could get just a little bit of truth from my own mouth…err, pen.

The Christmas Eve night was one of the best nights of my life, even though what I remember are sensations and blurred images than having the whole thing burned into my memory. I could never forget how my life, my world, changed that night. And I could never regret what happened. I even keep a picture with me at all times so that, when I'm having a bad day or just feeling down, I can look at it and feel blessed.

It's not a picture of that night; there were no cameras during that. No, the next morning, I woke up before Mione and Dray because it was Christmas and I couldn't sleep in no matter how late we were up. As I turned to pull the covers back up over them the picture they created was just beautiful.

They were sharing a pillow, their faces turned towards each other and just a whisper of space between their noses. Hermione's brown hair was all over the place like a frizzy halo and Draco's hair was sticking up in every which direction. They were both so peaceful and happy looking in addition to looking completely shagged out. I summoned the camera that Siri had given me the night before and took a picture before either of them could move.

The picture has been in my wallet since I took it. It's faded and creased, but it still makes my heart swell to bursting every time I look at it. I know, Harry Potter: Savior is a Secret Sap. I don't care; I've been called much worse.

Christmas was uneventful, truly. I had gotten the only gift that I wanted the night before when Draco decided to come back to us wholly. We spent most of the day in bed, talking, laughing and fooling around. Later in the day, we decided to finally get out of bed and start getting ready to leave, as Siri had invited us over for Christmas Dinner at their house.

I had no idea that Severus was going to be there until we arrived, but I should have known. Most of the awkwardness of the night before was gone, but it conversation took a little while to start flowing freely. Here, though, I'd like to set the record straight on something.

I never, in my life, had a true problem with Severus Snape. I love to annoy him, because he's really funny when he's angry. I know that a lot of his disapproval of me stems from my birth parents, but that never bothered me. The problem that I had with his relationship with my fathers is just this: I never wanted to see it. Look, I'm a regular bloke that can certainly recognize sex appeal from either sex. Since there is no actual blood between any of us I can admit with only a slight amount of cringing that Siri and Remy are hot, truly. They keep in shape running after each other all the time. Even Sev has a kind of appeal to him…and his voice. Merlin…anyone that has ever heard the man speak knows that his voice is dead sexy.

Still, Remy and Siri are my dads and Severus is Draco's Godfather….so seeing them naked on top of the dining room table was a bit of a shock for my system. But I'm happy for them, I really am. No one deserves to have happiness more than the three of them.

When we got home from dinner we sat up in the living room and talked, just the three of us.

"I still don't know if this is going to work." Draco said, nearly whining. I turned towards him as he paced in front of the fireplace. Hermione was biting her lip, trying not to cry or fall asleep, both of which she'd been doing a lot lately.

"A week isn't nearly enough time Dray, and you know that. Stay. Stay here with us. Give us another week, this time we'll run the house on a normal schedule. The holiday is over so you and I will go to work and come home. Give us until the New Year at least." I could tell from his body language that he wanted to argue. Something was still holding him back and I just wasn't sure what it was.

"One more week as a test run." He nodded and kissed me to seal the bargain.

The week went well except for a few small hiccoughs. Draco and I both had to be up at the same time in the morning to leave for work, so we had a few run-ins as far as bathroom use was concerned, but that was only because we both wanted to use the renovated bathroom in the Master Suite. Draco has always and will always monopolize the bathroom in the morning; the man takes more time on his hair than I do from wake-up to leaving in the morning.

Hermione spent most of the week catching up on her rest and trying to find something meaningful to keep her occupied at the house. I'll not get into her true reasons from leaving work as early as she did (I know that she plans to devote some time to the war and it's after effects later on) but I will say that I supported her whole-heartedly. Draco, I think, struggled with it at first.

Draco was used to going home to a large empty manor house at the end of the day. He spent the majority of his time alone and to have it taken away from him like that caused some frustrations to flare. When one goes from having time to yourself to having someone constantly be there it tends to make you a little crazy.

The Friday between Christmas and New Year we headed over to Irish Night as we needed the escape. We hadn't been for quite some time and they were thrilled to have us there. Irish Night is a wind-down party at the end of the week, with friends that won't judge you if you can't make it over even for long stretches of time. They exclaimed over the pregnancy and were thrilled for us. They accepted Draco completely and avoided all of the awkward questions about the state of the relationship until he was out of earshot.

Hermione was so excited about ringing in the New Year that she completely wore herself out and was asleep by 9 o'clock. I smiled at her sleeping form on the couch and was about to pick her up and carry her to the bedroom when Draco placed his hand on my arm to stop me. I looked up at him and his eyes were so soft and gentle as he looked at her that my breath caught. He turned those silvery eyes to me and they were burning.

"I…Harry…let Mione sleep. Will you…take me upstairs?" I wanted, oh, how I wanted to. Something just didn't feel right to me. Hermione was asleep and I just was so unsure of myself with just Draco. Would it be cheating? I, in my usual blunt manner, asked him.

"No…it's solidifying. I want this so much; want you and want her. I won't lie and say that I've wanted her for as long as I've wanted you; I want no lies between us. One night of just you and me." I looked into Draco's eyes and I found myself willing to agree to anything so long as he would keep looking at me the way that he was looking at me at that moment.

I took his hand and led him up to our bedroom, not having any indecisiveness or nervousness until we were facing each other standing at the side of the bed. What did I know about being with a man? I'd fantasized, sure, but actual fact? Most of my fantasies, I was pretty sure, had people bending in ways that were not even possible. What if he didn't like being with me? What if I didn't live up his expectations?

The few times we'd been together like that before, we'd had Hermione there to spur us on; plus we'd been a little drunk. I was stone cold sober at that moment and my insecurities were choking me. I think Draco saw that.

He reached out and put his hand on my shoulder and then trailed his fingers down the length of my arm to grasp my hand. The touch had been feather light, but it scalded my skin. His hand felt so right in mine. Something so simple that turned me on so much. And suddenly, there was no time to be nervous.

Draco's hand tugged me forward, until we were pressed together from knee to chest. I could feel his breath on my face and my breathing sped up. Draco's eyes fluttered and he gave a half-moan as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. He took it slow and I found that I liked letting him lead me. Closed-mouth kisses were pressed over and over onto my lips, the corner of my mouth, across my cheek and to my earlobe before he went back to my mouth. I felt his tongue pressing against my lips and opened them slightly to let him in.

I lost my mind with his kiss. He seemed intent on devouring me. His tongue swirled around mine, teased the insides of my cheeks and delicately traced the ridges on the roof of my mouth. I was just along for the ride. Suddenly, I needed to feel his skin against mine. My hands, which had been dangling uselessly at my sides, came up to unbutton his shirt. My fingers fumbled with the buttons at first so he backed off on the kiss and gave me more room to work. He peppered my face with kisses, frequently teasing me by flicking the tip of his tongue at the corners of my mouth.

Finally, I had the last button undone and I yanked the shirt off his lean frame and threw it across the room. His eyes flashed at me appreciatively as he ran his hands up under my t-shirt and over my head. I couldn't help but shiver at the feel of his hands on my bare skin. I wrapped my arm around his neck and pulled him against me so that our bare chests could rub against each other. I could feel his excitement against my thigh as I twisted my torso against his, reveling in the skin-on-skin contact.

Going purely on instinct I leaned down and inhaled the scent of his skin next to his neck before placing kisses along the tendon that ran along the side of it. I turned my head and kissed the hollow of his throat, flicking my tongue out to taste the bead of sweat that had condensed there. My pants were becoming unbearably tight, but I could not force myself to rush any of my movements. I knew it was going to be a night etched into my memory forever.

Draco gasped and grabbed my hips just above the waistline of my pants when I dipped my head further and rubbed my lips across one hardened nipple and then the other. My hand was at his lower back and I pushed his hips forward as I bent his head back until he was bent nearly in half over the bed, splayed out for my enjoyment.

"Harry…" His lips parted to force my name out in a groan as my hand slipped from his back and he landed on the bed. It was the hottest thing that I'd ever heard. He swung his legs up and wrapped them around my waist, pulling me in closer so that our cocks were rubbing against each other through our pants. Splayed out as he was, my mind overloaded and I was unable to decide what I wanted to do to him first. So I did as much as I could.

One hand reached down and rhythmically squeezed the bulge in his pants, the other caressed the smooth skin of his stomach and I leaned down to nibble along his collarbone and the pink nipples that were just begging for attention. His nipples were just as sensitive as Hermione's and I loved the responses that I could win from him just by flicking my tongue across them.

"Draco…I want…" I couldn't get the words out and I was too interested in the moans dripping from his lips when I ran my tongue along the ridges of his hard stomach to stop what I was doing and finish my thought.

"I know. Harry, it's yours, take it. Take every thing from me." Sweeter words had never been spoken. I reached around my back to unlock his ankles and let his feet drop against the side of the bed. I ripped my pants off before turning my face back to him and removing the last of the clothing between us.

He was glorious and he knew it. In the dim light of our bedroom I could see the skin of his chest and stomach shine with his sweat and my saliva. His cock was standing tall and erect, flushed pink and damn near perfect. Suddenly hesitant, I reached towards it slowly, grasping it until I felt his full weight in the palm of my hand.

Draco mewled and threw his head back to pant at the ceiling as I noticed a few drops of pearly white pre-come dribble down the side of his cock. Curious, I used my finger to swipe it off and brought it to my lips to taste. It was…disgusting. Salty and sour and the texture of it churned my stomach. It took all of my self-control to keep my face blank and not spit onto the floor, but Draco must have seen some kind of tell regardless.

"Harry, love, it's not for everyone and I am not offended in the slightest. I still love you. Come here." He laughed and his silver eyes were shining as he beckoned me onto the bed to lie on top of him.

The heat. When I think back on that night, the first thing that comes to mind is the incredible heat pouring from Draco's body as I lay on top of him. We were pressed hip to hip and flesh to flesh and it was the most incredible feeling. Without giving thought to what I was doing I hitched my hips, my swollen cock rubbing against his answering hardness and smooth hip. After the first thrust I couldn't stop.

I knew that Draco wanted more, but I was incapable of changing what I was doing except to brace myself on one arm over him so that I could slide my hand between our sweaty bodies and grasp both our erections in my hand. I regret to say that it didn't last much longer. All of the sensations were bombarding me and I was falling over the edge of orgasm much quicker than I would have liked.

When the first spurts of my release hit Draco's stomach he groaned and pressed his hips up and froze. His release coated my hand a short time after. Unable to support my body weight any longer, I pulled my hand out from between us and fell heavily on top of him. Draco's hand curled around my hip and grasped my buttock before he fell into slumber with me right behind him.

I awoke sometime in the middle of the night when the door to the bedroom opened and I saw Hermione coming to bed. I tensed up, worried about her reaction. I must have moved and drawn her attention to us on the bed, because she looked up sharply. I couldn't see her face clearly, but she could see mine.

"Harry, don't worry. I'm not upset. This had to happen to convince him how much we want him here; I'm not insecure about the fact that he's loved you a lot longer than he's loved me. Now, come cuddle up with me and let's go back to sleep." She smiled and cupped my cheek as she flicked her wand to put out the lights and climb into bed.

I pulled her body up close to mine and curled around her even as Draco pressed in closer to my back.

The next day all seemed to be normal until Draco received a frantic floo-call from Severus demanding that he return to the manor at once. Not thinking about anything other than his Godfather's apparent need, he left immediately. Then he returned 15 minutes later with a smile on his face.

"They've asked him to move in with them and he's having a bit of a panic attack." He laughed as he threw himself into Mione's lap where she was situated on the couch. She giggled back at him and leaned down to kiss him quickly.

"He has to have been expecting it. Why is he so flustered?" Draco paused to think about it for a moment; I could see the wheels turning in his head. Hermione interrupted.

"Where are they going to live? Remus' little cottage is already too small for the two of them and to add a third person in there would just be crazy! Severus doesn't have a house of his own, does he Draco?" Draco shook his head, an adorable annoyed pout on his lips for losing his train of thought earlier.

"No, he lives at the school during the year and, when he's not travelling, during the summer he usually stays with me. He has his own wing." Hermione went silent and I asked the question that I knew was on her lips before she had the chance.

"I don't understand? Sev has to stay at the school during the year. So what's the point of asking him to move in?" Draco smiled again and I knew that he had some inside information. Draco had taken over his father's place on the school board a few years ago.

"Well…I shouldn't say anything but there has been some discussion about adding an additional course to the upper-years course load and I know that an offer has been made to the prospective teacher." Hermione clapped her hands and bent over Draco's head to stage whisper at him.

"Oh tell me, what's the class and who's the teacher? It won't go beyond us!" She peppered his face with kisses until he threw his hands up and agreed to tell us.

"Fine, fine, it's supposed to be a class on advanced transfigurations. Someone, and I am not at liberty to say whom, must have informed the school board of the amazing map that Sirius helped to create. After that there was merely some research done on his test scores from school. Did you know that Sirius Black is one of only 5 living Transfiguration Masters in the world?"

Hermione's mouth dropped open in shock and mine did the same thing. I had no idea that Sirius was so highly educated. To become a master of any branch of magic is an incredibly difficult thing; I knew that Severus had worked for years at it.

"Close your mouths; you both look ridiculous. He is also the youngest Master of Transfigurations ever. Anyway, honestly, the school has been looking to add on to it's curriculum for a while now, it seemed like the perfect thing. Sirius can also bring a spouse to the castle with him; we all know that there are plenty of rooms. I'm sure that with his knowledge he could create a nice suite for the three of them. Plus, it would allow Remus access to the Hogwarts libraries for his research."

My mind was blank for a moment, and then suddenly filled with thought. I had been thinking only of Sirius, Remus and Severus' living arrangements, and then I was suddenly thinking of ours. Surely the three of us could not want to maintain two separate houses. I didn't want to leave Grimmauld Place, but I knew that Draco would not be happy to leave Malfoy Manor. Hermione and Draco had continued to speak as I sat in silence.

"What about us?" Hermione cocked her head and turned to look at me, though once she saw the look on my face she knew at once what I was thinking of. Her eyebrow rose as she turned her face so that she could look down at Draco in her lap.

"What about us?" Draco replied. With a quick shake of my head I dissuaded Hermione from responding and fought for the right words.

"Well…I know that Malfoy Manor has been in your family for centuries and, were I you, I'd be hesitant to leave it. I am hesitant to move out of Grimmauld but if we are going to live together as a family we need to decide where we are going to live." Draco sat up suddenly to look at me with narrowed eyes.

"I think…alright, I know it would be less convenient in some ways, but moving all of us out to Wiltshire would certainly give us more privacy. I know that you just undertook a huge amount of remodeling on this house, but we could offer to give it back to Sirius, since it is his family home. Would you…would the two of you like to move into the manor with me? We could make this semi-official?"

Hermione was looking around the living room, cataloguing all of the memories in that room and I could tell that, though she wanted it and it was a way that we could guarantee that we would stay together, it was a tough decision. The second that she made her choice, I could see it in her face.

"When can we start packing?" A smile so bright came over Draco's face that it seemed like I was looking into the sun when I smiled back at him. He wrapped his arms around Hermione and gently tackled her onto her back on the couch, covering her with kisses, and I laughed at the joy of the moment.

A joy that was, sadly, short-lived.

The next morning, the three of us were in the kitchen having breakfast when the owl that delivered the Daily Prophet tapped at the window. Hermione headed over and deposited her payment into the pouch tied onto the owl's leg and took the paper, slowly heading back to the table.

We'd decided that Draco and I would head over to the Manor later in the afternoon to see what, if anything needed to be done before we could move in; Hermione would stay at the house and start with some light packing. If everything went well, the three of us could be living in the Manor by week's end.

I looked up from my breakfast when I heard Hermione sit down heavily in her chair, her face an open mask of shock at the front page of the paper. She let out a wordless cry and threw the paper across the table from her before she put her head down on the table and started to sob and shake.

I jumped up and went to her while Draco gingerly reached for the paper, as though it would explode. He opened it back up and a stricken look came over his face when he read the front page. He turned the paper so that I could see the picture and headline from where I was crouched next to Mione.

Savior's Wife pregnant by Malfoy?

Underneath it were two pictures, one of Draco and Mione laughing and holding hands as they went Christmas shopping in Diagon Alley and the other was a picture of Mione looking around as she stepped out of the Maternity wing of Saint Mungo's. It took everything that I had to stay next to Mione and rub her back as she sobbed instead of snatching the paper from Draco's hands and reading the vile article.

It seemed that Weasley had found us out and was determined to make the worst of it.

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