*Harry's POV*

I awoke to the smell of fresh bacon. It lured from Draco's silky sheets. I strolled into the kitchen before I realized that I was entirely naked. Draco turned around before I could run.

"Well, personally, I quite like your fashion choice, but I'm sure the Weasley's won't," He grinned as his eyes scanned up and down my bare body.

"Wait, why are–"

"Hermione owled and said that they wanted to talk to us," He chuckled. "She also said that she figured you'd be over here."

"Is that why you're making bacon at 1 in the afternoon?" I smiled.

"Potter, you always were a show off with that brain of yours," He giggled.

I gave him a super corny, flirtatious wink before walking back into the bedroom to put some clothes on.

When I reemerged, Ron and Hermione were sitting on Draco's L shaped couch. They both seemed very awkward and anxious. Upon spotting me, Ron and Hermione's faces lit up.

"Harry! Draco was just telling us all about what you did this morning!" Hermione stood up and ran over to me. I felt my face turn red and I froze. Why would Draco tell them about that, and more importantly, I looked around, how is Ron still in the room, not passed out?

"Yeah," Draco stood up. "I told them about how we watched a documentary about the different sizes and shapes of screws and how they effect the quality of the joint in which it supports."

"Yeah, it was super interesting," I lied.

"How romantic!" Hermione swooned.

Ron gave her a weird look before muttering to himself, "I will never understand gay interests."

A small lull in the conversation allowed me to squeeze into the couch between Draco and the armrest. He rested his hand on the small of my back. I felt tingles race up from where his fingers met my clothed skin.

"So what did you guys want to tell us?" I asked, curious.

"So… Mione and I have… we are… together we-" Ron stuttered.

"-I'm pregnant," Hermione grinned.

"Hermione! That's great!" I leapt up to embrace her.

"Congratulations, guys," Draco smiled from the couch.

"But…" Hermione began.

"Here's the whopper," Ron chuckled.

She ignored him, "Harry, we wanted to know if you, and if Draco wants to as well, like honorarily, would be his or her godfathers?"

"Of course!" I laughed. "Of course we would!" I paused. "I mean, I would–"

"No," Draco took my hand. "We would love to."

I grinned at him.

"Oh, Draco! Thank you!" She hugged him.

"Really, though," Draco sat back down. "I would be honored."

"Well," Ron finally spoke up. "Now that that's all done, I'm gonna run down the road and grab some coffee." He stood up and began walking to the door.

A few things ran through my head before I remembered.

"OhmygodIhaveworktodayIfinishat7SeeyouMioneCongrats!" I ran around the room, gathering all my belongings. Before I ran out of the door, I went up to Draco.

"Maybe we can watch another episode again?" I smiled up at him.

He leaned down at me and pressed his lips to mine.

"I love you," Draco whispered at me as I walked out of the door with Ron.

Ron and I walked up the drizzly London street.

*Draco's POV*

After Harry and Ron disappeared to the café, Hermione and I made small talk.

"So, how's work?"

"Good, good… and you?"

"Good."

"So do you have maternity leave at the ministry?"

"Yes, I have 8 months off."

"Good"

"And you're working at a muggle accounting firm?"

"Yes."

Imagine 10 minutes of that.

"So, Draco," Hermione smiled. "I think Ron might need me at the house soon. You see, we have a healers appointment tonight, and we are seeing Molly before then, so…"

I stood up. "I'll walk you out." I walked with Hermione to the door and just as I was closing the door, she turned to me.

"He really loves you."

My heart leapt. "I love him, too."

She stood up to her full height and stared me straight in the eye.

"If you hurt him… If you break Harry's heart… I will… I will hurt you the way you hurt him, and trust me, it won't be pretty."

I held my breath. I tried to hold her gaze, to show her that I was strong. Her words, though, scared me, and thinking about breaking Harry's heart made me glance a way. Seeing that I backed down by glancing away, she leaned back and gave me a smile.

"See ya later!" She walked down the street.

I closed the door and sat down on the couch. I was already anxious to see Harry, but I instead decided to get a little work done. Before I realized it, it was almost 9 o'clock. Still desperate to see Harry, I decided that I could apparate to his flat and possibly go out for a late dinner and then go back to the flat for dessert.

I apparated to the Leaky Cauldron and entered Diagon Alley. The small street was crowded with people and I had to dodge several children, running around with pets and shopping lists. Once in the building, I took the old elevator to his floor. The wrinkly house elf operating the elevator pressed the button for the 19th floor. I walked down the long hallway and stopped outside Harry's door. It was ajar, and not wanting to intrude, I peeked into the room. At first glance, the room was pitch black, but when I looked further in, I saw a few lit candles scattered on the floor. My mind raced as I knew that he had put them out to create a romantic setting for us. Harry was lounging on the couch, staring up at something. Just as I was about to enter the room and show Harry how much I had missed him, I saw what he was watching. My stomach dropped and tears flew to my eyes as I saw a tall, brown-haired man was taking off his shirt. Underneath his shirt were defined muscles and a full set of abs. My mouth was agape. This scene was disturbing enough, but the fact that Harry was grinning, watching his every move, stabbed my heart.