Sorry about the mistake, I fixed it.

Don't own Pride and Predjuist But it's fricken awesome!

Chapter 10: Halloween Night

"Where are you going?" Blaise asked for what felt like the umpteenth time.

Draco tried not to grit his teeth as he fastened the clap on his cloak. "Out."

"Out where, and with whom?" Blaise pried. He was wearing his dress robes for the ball and Draco knew that his newest girlfriend was waiting downstairs.

"To a mystery place with a mystery date," Draco smirked. He couldn't suppress the feeling in his stomach when he thought of Potter. It was sickening.

Blaise stared at him, trying to figure out if Draco was lying or not. After a long time he sighed. "I'll never understand you, Draco," he called as he headed out the door.

Draco waited until he was sure everyone was gone before he slipped downstairs and towards the Gryffindor common room. He made sure to avoid the late leavers and finally he came before the portrait of the Fat Lady. He was expecting to have to try and catch Potter's attention someone but he was waiting for him, leaning against the wall.

"Waiting for someone?" Draco asked casually, walking over to the small Gryffindor.

Potter pushed himself off the wall and looked up at Draco. "Are you sure you don't want to go to the ball?"

"Positive, now, what was it you wanted to do?" Draco asked him casually, trying to distract him from getting the wrong idea.

Potter thought about it for a moment then shrugged. "Anything."

Draco smirked suggestively, wagging his eyebrows. "Anything?" He purred.

Catching on to what the Slytherin was suggesting, Potter went scarlet and punched Draco's arm. "Not like that!"

Draco laughed. "Ok, Ok, fine. So what are we going to do?"

"I think I have an idea…"

Never, never, ever was Draco going to go along with Potter's brilliant 'ideas', how could he expect Draco to go along with this! It was unthinkable, unquestionable! It was a Muggle thing for Merlin's sake!

"Are you actually crying?" Draco asked in disbelief when he heard another sniffle from Potter beside him.

"No!"

"Is this one of those hormonal things?" Draco asked uneasily.

Potter's idea was that they watch a Muggle invention called a movie. It was some 1800 love story called Pride and Prejudice which had hormonal Potter in tears in just about no time. Draco couldn't follow the story and the language was too old for him to grasp but he had to admit, the Mr. Darcy was pretty hot.

They were curled up on Potter's bed, the DVD player (weird silver square contraption that Potter had apparently spent days fiddling with so it worked on Hogwart's grounds) was sitting in front of them so they could both see. Now the main character (Elizabeth, according to Potter) had just rejected Mr. Darcy.

"Why the hell would you reject him?" Draco shouted. "He's rich, hot and rich!"

Potter, who was sobbing, shushed him. "She marries him latter."

Draco rolled his eyes. "She's an idiot."

The raven haired teen wiped his eyes, which did nothing to help because he was still crying uncontrollably. "He was acting like a jerk before."

"Yea, but he said he loves her, and he's throwing away his reputation, she can't say no to that!"

Potter stared at him for a long time and didn't say anything. When Draco gave him a questioning look the other just shrugged in response.

"Seriously? What is it?" Draco demanded.

"I was just wondering if you would do that. Throw away your reputation for someone you loved?"

Draco stared at him. He hadn't really thought about it. He suppose he was throwing it away a little by impregnating Potter, but throw it all away for love? Like Darcy did for Elizabeth? He hadn't really thought about it, considering he hadn't met the perfect person yet.

"I don't know…maybe."

"Maybe?" Potter scoffed, turning back to the movie.

Draco's eyes narrowed. "Well would you?"

"If I loved them, in a heartbeat," Potter murmured hugging his pillow close.

The grey eyed Slytherin blinked and turned his eyes back to the screen, but he didn't take anything in. Potter's words seemed to haunt him, he sounded so certain and sure of his words. It was the stupid Gryffindor courage that fueled him, that and his hormones.

Potter was crying again. Draco blinked and focused on the screen. Elizabeth was sobbing over some letter. "What happened?"

"Her sister, Lydia, ran away for the evil guy," Potter told him through his sobs. "Mr. Wickham, she's shamed the family and they don't know where she is."

"Ah…Ok." Draco did not understand how Potter could get so upset.

When the movie finally ended, and Elizabeth and Darcy got together, the two sat in content silence; while Potter wiped his eyes clean of tears.

"What's your fascination with that movie anyway?" Draco asked once Potter had calmed down.

The smaller teen glared, "It's a classic!"

"So?"

"So, it's brilliant? Didn't you listen to the dialogue? The way it was written was an art form, Jane was a genius." A wistful look appeared in the emerald depths and Draco wasn't so sure what the real reason for it was.

"That's not the only reason," Draco pried, watching Potter's face carefully.

The teen shrugged absently. "You wouldn't get it."

Draco frowned, insulted by the words. He was a Malfoy, he was much more intelligent then Potter. "Of course I would."

Potter smiled in amusement that only served to annoy Draco further. "Fine, if you think you can here." He got up and walked to his trunk at the end of the bed and pulled out a small book. It was thick with a blue leather cover and gold writing along the spin, Pride and Prejudice. Jane Austin. "Read it."

Draco took the book, slipping it into a pocket of his robe, which he had left folded on Potter's bed. Potter sat back down and arranged himself comfortably. "How are the babies?" Draco inquired, generally curious and concerned.

Potter's hand went to his stomach. "They're fine. Pomfrey says that the smallest should be all right."

Draco breathed a mental sigh of relief and settled back against the pillows. "Thought of names?"

Potter smiled. "Yep."

"Care to share?"

Potter sat straighter. "I like Griffith."

"What?" He couldn't be serious? Griffith Malfoy? It was much too Gryffindor.

"What?" Harry demanded. "What's wrong with it?"

"It's much too Gryffindor!" Draco complained. "Why can't we have something un-Gryffindor?"

Potter stuck his tongue out childish then his face split into a mischievous grin. "Well they'll be Gryffindors, so it'll suite them."

Draco looked horrorstruck. "They will not!"

"You can't fight it, Malfoy." Potter teased.

"Never gonna happen, Potter." Before Potter could argue Draco cut across him. "What about Taliesin?"

Potter looked surprised at his contribution. "That's actually quiet cute…"

Draco was as shocked as Potter that he had actually liked the name. "Well what about Matthew?"

"Matthew?" Potter asked. "Hm…I don't know…What about Gabriel?"

Draco thought about. "Taliesin Gabriel Malfoy…cute."

"Malfoy? Ah…No. It'll be Taliesin Gabriel Potter."

"Wasn't it Malfoy-Potter?" Draco asked, trying to distinguish another fight, not while they were making progress.

Potter was frowning but he nodded. After a long pause he added, "It's Lillith Isabella if one is a girl."

Draco didn't have anything to object to. "Ok, but if it's two girls, Gabriella and Lillith, although it won't be two girls."

"And why not?" Potter asked.

"Because every first born Malfoy is male," Draco told with a hint of pride.

Potter rolled his eyes. "Fine. Whatever. But since you named Taliesin, I get to name the other. Keith Griffith." He grinned at the name.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Griffith?"

"Yes. You got Taliesin and Malfoy, you should be happy."

"You're a very cruel person, Potter."

"I know. I'm aware of that."

They bantered playfully for a while and then fell silent. It was almost midnight and the others would be returning to the dorm room soon.

"I better go." Draco stood and pulled on his cloak.

Potter stood too, muttering his agreement. They walked to the portrait hole together and stood awkwardly, not knowing how to say their goodbyes.

"Uh, thanks, for this."

"No problem," Draco nodded. "It was fun."

Potter smiled. "I never got to thank you, for the other day."

"That was no problem either." 'Best shag of my life!'

"You know, I lied before, you are good."

Draco smirked with pride. "You're not so bad yourself."

"Uh huh."

Draco hesitated for half a second and leant down, kissing Potter's cheek quickly before leaving the common room and hurrying back to his own dorm.

Ok, a few things. 1. My friend, who usually looks over my chapter, is away so sorry for the spelling and grammar. 2. So sorry I haven't updated for a while, family stuff, writer's block, all that. 3. Sorry this chapter isn't so good, I sort of lost inspiration, but I promise I'll write the next one better. 4. I've started a poll for this story so please vote!

Huge thanks to my lovely R&Rs:

YamiYami, sweetteetwo, DaRk-HoPeLsS-rOmAnTiC, Queen Nilya, darkangeldragonlover, polka. Girl, volleypickle16, Jealousy, Beth5572, SaKuRa-MIna, Kelly82, No Name ) M, JWOHPfan, White-Pink-Fluffy-Strawberries, MissBehavior, ILOVERWHPDM, emerauld.silver & thrnbrooke.

I love you guys!

And for some Q&A:

How dangerous is a male pregnancy: It's just like a female pregnancy, except it's shorter.

Are they going to start getting along from now on? Yep.

Do you have an idea of how long this fic is going to go for? I'd say somewhere between 15-20 chapters. I don't really have it planned out, lol.

Anymore questions I'll be happy to answer.

Please REVIEW!

With love,

Harpy Wings