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Note: I think this chapter is a bit mess. I hope you don't mind that. Enjoy reading!

Draco crashed his body on his favourite spot. His eyes were still fixated on Harry's writing on the journal.

'Draco o Draco, if only you realized how much I love you...'

He repeated the sentence in his head, trying to figure out its meaning like it was a foreign language. Occasionally, he glanced at Harry who he was sure was secretly stealing glance at him too.

'So Harry loves me? Why can't I see that?'

Forgetting that Harry was struggling against his body-bind spell, Draco flipped the journal to the front page and began reading from the start.

Jan 6
This is awkward. I'm writing a journal. Harry Potter the Savior is writing a journal. If Ron found out about this, he is so going to make fun of me. This is frustrating. Why do I have to write a journal? I don't even enjoy taking notes during my Hogwarts days. Can't I ask Hermione to do this for me instead? Oh wait; she can't because:

1. Harry Potter is pregnant.2. Harry Potter should be the one who needs to record everything because he's a man. Men don't get pregnant. (Then how do I get pregnant? Oh yeah, Draco Malfoy knocked me up. Thanks Draco! Why don't you write this instead? Well, part of it is my fault. Can't blame him.)

To Healer McMillan (I know you read this); explain to me why did I agree to do this when Professor Snape barely made me do his home works.

Draco smiled; and he continued reading.

Jan 8
How nice of you, Healer McMillan, to have told the press I'm expecting. Now everyone is trying to hunt me down. For your information, the baby is doing fine. Or so, I guess. I mean... other than giving me a good time dealing with nausea, he or she is perfectly fine.

Jan10
What am I supposed to write here actually?

Answer: No idea.

Solution: Asked Hiccup to remind me. No way I'm letting Draco know I am doing this. I think he is going to ask me to write 24/7 otherwise. No wonder he and Hermione can be a good buddy sometimes.

Dear Healer McMillan, what is the rationale of doing this again? Can't you just see me every day for the progress? Oh wait, Draco is banning me to see you again at the moment. Can I write this on monthly basis then? I promise I'll have Draco appoint you as my personal Healer again.

p/s: The baby is fine.

Jan 11
The baby is fine. No movement from it, but I have a dream telling this baby is a girl. Is it okay to have a girl? I think Draco prefer a boy.

Jan 12
Fun fact: I give up. I'm not going to write this again. How am I supposed to write this when I have no idea what to write at all?

Draco flipped to the next page. Instead of writings, there were scribbles trying to hide whatever that was originally written there. He pointed his wand on the page and murmured something.

The scribbling did not entirely wiped out, but the spell he learnt from Mrs Frampton allowed him to read few lines there.

Jan 15
The fact that I have hidden crush towards this man is no secret to George. I made a good decision by telling him. George advised me to play hard but other than creating problems, I am not sure how to play hard. He did well tolerating me though. I mean, he flooed Ron to borrow that rainbow plate and I can see how hard his effort is not to hex me.

Oh wait... I'm not supposed to write anything.

Feb 1
Fun fact #2: I'm not going to let Healer McMillan read this journal ever again.

Feb 4
We were having dinner at The Burrow last night. I had a great time there. Everyone was great minus... yeah, that person. While having this childish brawl with her, Draco slipped his hands behind me. So I took the chance to do more skinship with that blonde by hugging him tighter. I can barely do it at home! Taking advantage on the situation is something I should do.

What was the kind of hormones that was spread throughout the body when we're happy again? I only remember it ended with –phine (if I ever remember it right) at the end of the word; because Dudley made a big deal while learning that thing before. Whatever the name is, I'm quite sure I was filled with it as I felt some sort of tugging from my tummy yesterday. Was that supposed to happen? I'm pretty sure it wasn't the baby. I don't know but if it was, maybe the baby is telling me he's happy when his parents are closer. Good baby!

p/s: Draco carried me. I feel bad for him but well, I'm the one who gets pregnant. So by hook or by crook, he has to deal with it. By the way, Draco corrected me when I said three months instead of three months and a half, and it's soooooooo freaking adorable! Wait, why am I being such a girl?

"Adorable?" Draco stated it out loud.

Harry blushed, but he heard the raven mumbled, "You were,"

Feb 8
I must be crazy. Why on earth I made a move on Draco? I don't even know if he likes me back! But by the way we – were having – good time I'd say – I think he likes me back. And thanks to the future Slytherin in my belly, we didn't even make it to the next level! I still love you my baby, I don't blame you. But if you choose to interrupt us at another time, It would be better.

By the time I woke up, he wasn't next to me though. What does it mean? Is he regretting it? So I lied to him. I pretended I don't remember a thing when I can still play the scene in my mind. Luckily Hiccup was there. He's a real genius. He let me know about Draco's unfinished potion with the probable side-effect and I pretend to drink it! I pour the whole vial into the sink. I hope Draco doesn't realize that.

p/s: Hiccup is a great actor. He should join drama club or something.

"And you lied about forgetting the night," said Draco. "Hiccup must have taken a great liking to you,"

"He is,"

Feb 23
I love you, Ginny! Because of you, I got to spend more time with Draco! If she knows what she was doing only makes me and Draco become closer, I think she would shut her mouth forever. We are going to have the press conference tomorrow, I really can't wait to see her face when we are announcing we are getting married. This might be another faux, but I don't care. I'm going to believe it as a real one. When this baby comes out and Draco is still oblivious to my feeling, I'm going to propose to him myself.

p/s: Dear my baby, should I kiss your father in front of everyone tomorrow. I bet they are going to make that as the cover picture. And it's been a while since I tasted his lips. Merlin, why Draco is so dense?

Draco Malfoy, I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you!

Draco stopped reading again, but he dare not raised his head to look at Harry; whom he was sure was fidgeting nervously.

March 15
Did Draco ever realize his serious face while concentrating when doing something is so damn cool? I can't help but stared at him while he was cooking for me. Draco o Draco, if only you realized how much I love you...

p/s: Hermione told us that Ginny might now know the real deal – no damn given. Should I take this a chance to become clingier to Draco than I already did? Good job, Ginny, on being able to sneak out the checklist from Hermione!

Draco closed the journal.

"Finite incantatem," he murmured.

Harry was free from the bind, but he made no movement at all to signal he was released.

Just like him, Draco stoned in his seat; not sure what should be said. He didn't look at Harry either.

"I think I should head to my room," Harry finally spoke, breaking the silence.

He slowly stood and moved towards Draco to take the journal back, but Draco clutched to it, tight, and finally making eye-contact with the raven.

"I think this is mine," Harry said, tugging it away. He tried very hard not to show his nervousness but Draco can perfectly see through it.

"You..." he stopped, gathering more thoughts.

"What?"

"You said..."

Harry stared at him back without words, worried what would come out from Draco's mouth.

"You said you don't write much,"

If Draco could smack his face, he would; because that was not the sentence he rehearsed in his head just now.

Harry was a little bit taken aback but he chuckled slightly.

"I don't like to write,"

Draco loosened his grip on the journal. Harry took the chance to grab it and immediately turned back to head upstairs. He did not think he can handle the situation without turning red from embarrassment any longer. Just before he could step further, he felt a light tug from Draco on his wrist.

The blonde, still sitting, turned him around. He took the journal and put it on the table before intertwined Harry's hand in his and held them tight.

"You like me, Potter?" Draco asked, grinning.

As soon as he saw Harry was turning scarlet, he had a sudden jolt of excitement to tease him.

"No, I don't like you," denied Harry, but the blush on his face gave him away.

"Really?"

Harry nodded.

"Why do I feel like you are lying to me?"

"You got the feeling wrong,"

"I think I got it right,"

Harry wanted to break away but Draco pulled him closer. They had a mini staring contest before Draco spoke again.

"Then explain why you suddenly kissed me yesterday,"

"Well that..." Harry tried to mutter words but none came out.

He made funny faces while trying to produce reason, which caused Draco to giggle, and gave up instantly when the giggles turned into laughter.

"Actually," Harry began after a while. "The baby asked me to,"

"The baby? Are you sure it's the baby?"

Harry grinned, knowing how ridiculous his answer sounded like.

"I am very sure," he confidently said, wanting to play along with Draco.

Now it was the battle of baseless confidence. Harry usually won if it had to take place but for the first time, Draco knew the winner would be him.

"Are you sure it's not you who wanted the kiss?" asked Draco again.

Tired of standing, Harry sat next to Draco; their hands still in each other's.

"Why? You wish it was me? That would be an interesting theory, don't you think so?"

Draco shrugged. "You are not letting me win, aren't you?" he asked back.

Harry grinned again. He now tilted his body so he can rest his head on the settee's back.

"What do you think?" asked Harry.

"I think you love me,"

"Really? I'm not quite sure about that,"

"Well, if you insist,"

Draco released one of Harry's hands and reached for the journal. He flipped until he found the page he wanted.

"You write here, 'and it's been a while since I tasted his lips...'"

"That is no more than a statement," Harry replied.

"Then how about this, 'Draco Malfoy, I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you!'"

"I think that one was because the baby told me to,"

Draco chuckled. "You are genius,"

"Thank you,"

"Alright, last one, 'Draco o Draco, if only you realized how much I love you...'"

Draco put the journal away and took back Harry's hand. He stared at the raven, fighting the urge to kiss him.

"That... was also the baby's doing,"

Draco leaned forward to the man.

"You are so annoying, Harry," Draco's voice turned to a whisper.

"I'll take that as a compliment. Thank you,"

Harry subconsciously leaned forward too. They were close enough to hear each other's controlled breathing but neither of them wanted to make the next move.

"Do you realized how much I love you too?" asked Draco in a raspy voice.

Harry grinned.

"No," he flatly replied.

Draco sniggered.

"Can't you be more romantic in a situation like this?"

"It doesn't suit me,"

"Prat,"

"Well," Harry moved his hand to cup Draco's face. "You still love me,"

Harry finally pulled Draco to kiss him. His other hand travelled behind Draco's neck and tugged him closer.

Draco, who loves the fact that he can now show his affection without having to wait until they were outside, was pulling the raven on him so that the man straddled his laps. He liked the position. Plus, with Harry's belly become the only barrier that prevent him from crashing their body closer, he did not have to worry if he hurt the baby when Harry took the control.

Harry tasted good; better actually, now that he knew they like, no... love each other. He nibbled Harry's lips and opened his mouth when the Griffydor's tongue tried to get in. Draco raked Harry's hair, his hands later travelled down to feel every inch of the man's body. He was in pleasure, oblivious to the fact that Millie and Hiccup were watching them, happy.

The next thing he knew was Harry grinding their hips together. Draco thrust back, earning moan from the raven.

When they broke the kiss off, they were panting hard. Draco stopped his hands on Harry's waist to provide extra support. They stared at each other. He used the chance to appreciate Harry's eyes in a close distance before both of them laughed.

Harry immediately buried his nose in Draco's crook of neck and gave peck of light kisses around the area. He can feel Draco's hand caressed his back and it made him cooed to the sensation. Then, he felt Draco pulled up his hem of shirt and gently roamed his hand on his belly. Right at that moment, a pain surged through his body; the baby has finally kicked. Harry raised his head and saw Draco carved a smile. He swore that was the brightest smile he had ever seen from him.

Draco was astonished with the light force he felt on his palm. He chuckled again, feeling amazing. Draco kissed the man on his laps again; this time it was much gentler.

"So, do you want to admit that you love me now?" asked Draco.

"No,"

"Let me guess, the baby told you so,"

"Yes,"

"I thought he kicked because he wanted you to confess?"

"No, it... ouch," Harry felt another pain.

"See?"

"Fine, I love you." Harry stated flatly. "Happy?"

Draco grinned. "Can you at least look sincere when you said that?"

"No, that's the best you can get,"

Harry then straightened his back.

"But I can do this, I love you,"

Harry kissed Draco's cheek.

"I love you,"

This time it was the other side of the cheek.

"I love you,"

It was his nose.

"I love you,"

Draco's forehead.

"I love you,"

Every time he said the words, a kiss landed in different part of Draco's face. The blonde was more than glad.

"Harry," Draco stopped him after a while, smiling widely. "Are you nauseated now?"

Harry frowned.

"No, why?"

"Good. I don't want us to stop in the middle of doing it,"

"Doing what?"

Draco ignored the question. "Is it okay if we bring this session to the bedroom?"

"What?"

"So, is it your room or mine?"

Harry was baffled. Did Draco just...

Draco slowly stood with Harry still in his arms. He felt the raven tighten the grip on his neck. He let the raven shifted before carefully leaving the living room.

"Really, Harry?" Draco spoke after a few steps. "I was about to make love to you and all you do is become confused?"

Harry giggled, realizing he was blanking over the sudden declaration.

"So, your room or mine?" Draco asked again.

Instead of answering, Harry only shrugged, not able to give an answer.

"Your room, Sir," suddenly he heard Hiccup's voice.

Draco stopped and found the elf was cleaning the table with Millie besides him. He raised his brows.

"I just cleaned your room, Sir. So it smells better than Harry Potter's room, Sir,"

"I don't smell that bad, Hiccup," Harry replied. "Why are you here, anyway?"

"To clean the table, Sir,"

"We are here from the moment you arrived home, Sir." Millie added. "Cleaning,"

Harry knew the elves did something more than cleaning, probably stalking them; especially Hiccup. The younger elf might be shy but he was quite chatty with Harry. He had been convincing him that Draco was actually feeling the same but he denied him hard.

Draco in the other hand glared at both of them. As usual, Millie just smiled and knew it was time for them to walk away.

"The dinner will be ready as usual, Sir," Millie said.

"Thank you, Millie,"

"Your room, Sir; not Harry Potter's," Hiccup stated again.

"Shut up, Hiccup," Harry replied, giggling.

When the elves disapparated, Draco diverted his gaze at Harry again.

"My room?"

"Your room,"

Harry clutched more on Draco, resting his head on the blonde shoulder. He was over the rainbow. He finally confessed, the baby finally kicked, Draco loves him back and one more thing then it would be perfect.

"Harry," Draco called him while climbing the stairs.

"Hmm?"

"I love you too,"

And Draco finally confessed too. Perfect indeed.

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