Summary: Draco is a Healer, Harry is an Auror. When an accident sends Harry to St Mungo's and into Draco's care they begin to wonder if things can ever go back to the way they were.

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or settings that you recognise; they belong to JK Rowling and Warner Bros. I am not making any money from this story.

A/N: I don't know what happened this week - you guys were a bit stingy with reviews! As punishment, I will be keeping the cookies for myself and nobody gets any. Let's see if you can do any better this week, hmm? Thank you to everyone who did take the time to review, it means the world to me. Here is chapter eleven - enjoy x

Chapter Eleven: Congratulations

Sunday dinner with the Weasleys was becoming a regular thing, with Harry and Draco having attended another three together. The whole family seemed to be willing to give Draco a chance and even Ron had stopped giving him sly digs, though Harry suspected that was more Hermione's doing than a sudden change of heart on Ron's part. June 5th – Draco's birthday – had passed and was spent at Malfoy Manor with Narcissa. It had been a long time since Harry had last seen her and, he had to admit, the years had not been kind to her. Once beautiful and regal, she was now tired-looking, her face set with many wrinkles. She was, however, a delightful woman, who obviously thought the world of her son, as she spent the entire day spoiling him with gifts and a lavish dinner for the three of them. Harry's exams had also come and gone, and he was now waiting anxiously for the results. Draco had been true to his word and continued to tutor him in potions, regardless of how awful he was at it. He saw the frustration on the blonde's face when he made a mistake and the badly-hidden sarcasm that was forever bubbling beneath the surface, threatening to spill out when he answered a question incorrectly. He appreciated how hard his boyfriend had worked to get him through his exams more than he would ever know but he still hadn't been able to tell him that he loved him. He could see the hopeful look in his beautiful silver eyes every time he had attempted to get the words out and it broke his heart to see the way the Slytherin's shoulders sagged when he stammered, "could you pass the salt?" or something equally as pathetic. He had no doubt that he loved him and his inability to say the words baffled him. Draco had actually stopped professing his love in order to avoid the awkward pause that followed.

"Do you want to go out for dinner tonight?" Draco asked, his voice muffled by his pillow.

"Sure," Harry replied, tracing indiscernible patterns across the blonde's shoulders with his fingertips. "Where were you thinking?"

"I know a lovely little place near my house in France," Draco shivered at the Gryffindor's touch, which was now slowly moving further down his arm.

"France?" Harry laughed. "Fair enough. I need to stop off at the Burrow to see Ron about something first but then we can go wherever you want," he slid his hand down to touch Draco's tattoo. He had been horrified the first time he had noticed the Mark on his lover's arm but, as time had passed, he began to accept as a part of his past.

"Is she going to be there?" Draco asked sulkily. The day after their first visit to the Burrow, Harry had admitted everything about his run-in with Ginny in the bathroom. Draco was furious and demanded to know if it happened again, and so he was forced to tell him that the redhead had attempted to charm her way back into Harry's good books every time they had come into contact. It had gone from being awkward and slightly embarrassing to downright alarming the way she was attempting to force herself on him. Their last encounter had ended with him wandless and her straddling him, sans blouse, before Draco had charged in and removed her bodily from the room. Harry almost laughed at the memory. As terrifying as it had been, the look on his ex-wife's face was priceless.

"Not as far as I know," Harry replied. "I'll only be in for a couple of minutes anyway so hopefully I'll be gone before she can have another go at raping me," he tried to sound lighthearted but he knew how much the situation bothered the Slytherin.

"I wish she'd get it through her thick skull that you're with me now," the blonde sat up, a scowl on his face. "She makes me so angry!"

"I know, but it's hard for her. I had you to turn to when we broke up but she didn't have anyone," he said soothingly, "I just think she's having a hard time accepting that we can't be together."

"Oh, come on!" Draco scoffed. "She knows that you're gay but she still insists that she can make you fall in love with her. She's a psycho, Harry."

"I think that's maybe a bit strong," Harry frowned. "She's just confused. She needs time to adjust."

"So you're just going to let her paw at you until she gets the message because you're too polite and understanding to stop her?!" Draco snapped. "What the hell is it going to take for her to see that you're with someone else?"

"As I said: she just needs time -"

"Time?! It's been months! How much time does it take to realise that you're no longer with someone?"

"Well, we're technically still married so she probably thinks that -"

"Does it matter what she thinks?" Draco cried incredulously. "She's a deranged stalker!"

"I hardly think she's deranged, Draco!" Harry said hotly.

"She thinks that she can turn you straight, for Merlin's sake! And, to be honest, you never seem to mind too much. You actually seem to find the whole thing funny!"

"Of course I mind, I just don't want to be too harsh. I ended things in the worst possible way and so I'm trying to let her down gently with this new fixation of getting me back."

"Do you want her back?" the Slytherin narrowed his eyes.

"How can you even ask me that?!" Harry jumped out of bed, furious. When Draco did not reply, he threw his hands up in the air. "No, I don't want her back! I'm with you, aren't I?"

"How am I supposed to compete with your wife?" Draco got to his feet and the two men glared at each other from opposite sides of the bed. "You were with her for years and she still loves you. How can I compete with that?"

"Ginny doesn't love me, she loves the idea of me. She's obsessed with this ridiculous hero status that the media have fashioned for me. She always has been," Harry said wearily, his defenses dropping.

"Then prove it," Draco's expression became defiant. "Prove that you want me more than her."

"How am I supposed to do that?" Harry asked, perplexed.

"Divorce her," he said bluntly. "Divorce her and move in with me."

"Divorce… Draco, I… you want me to move in with you?"

"Yes. You're here all the time anyway and most of your stuff is here, it's the next logical step."

Harry looked thoughtful. "Well, I suppose there really is no reason to stay married to her and it might help her to move on. Give her closure or something."

"I agree. So you'll move in?" Draco gazed at him with that hopeful look in his eyes and Harry felt any and all doubts melt away instantly.

"Of course I will, I love… I love staying here," he finished lamely, his cheeks flushing. "Are you sure I wouldn't be imposing?"

"It's not imposing when you've been invited, you arse," Draco laughed, making his way over to the brunette and pulling him into a warm embrace. "I love you staying here too," he whispered, causing Harry to think that the blonde knew exactly what he'd been about to say.

"How does one go about getting divorced, then?" Harry asked, taking a step back.

"Mother has a fantastic lawyer – I'll Floo over to his office in a while and get him to draw up the papers," Draco replied importantly. "How do you intend to split your assets?"

"She can have two hundred and fifty thousand Galleons from my vault in Gringotts but I'll be damned if she's getting the house. Sirius left it to me and her name is going nowhere near those bloody deeds," Harry said darkly.

"Well, leave it with me and I'll see what I can do," Draco smiled and Harry's heart skipped a beat. He really loved that smile.

-x-

"I'm pregnant," Hermione threw herself into a seat across from Harry at Draco's kitchen table, looking as though she was about to burst into tears. Harry's eyes widened and he was unsure of whether to congratulate her or not. Luckily, he chose the latter. "What am I supposed to do? Danny's just growing out of this horrible phase full of tantrums and bad behaviour, honestly, he's like a mini George. I can't go through it all again, Harry, I just can't. I won't."

Harry had been hoping to discuss his impending divorce when she had announced that she was coming over. Draco had arranged for the papers to be drawn up a few days before but this did not seem the appropriate moment to bring it up. He took her hand in his. "Does Ron know?"

"Yes, and he's over the moon. He's already bought a Chudley Cannon babygro! I can't talk to him about this, it'd break his heart," Hermione looked crestfallen. "He wants to tell everyone at dinner tomorrow but I just don't think I can cope with everyone fawning all over me all night. He's convinced that this is only the beginning for us but I refuse to be a baby machine just to keep him happy!" She was becoming hysterical now and Harry darted round the table, pulling her into a hug.

"It's okay, it'll be fine," Harry tried to sound soothing but Hermione wriggled free from his grip to glare at him.

"How will it be fine? My department has just been awarded more funding and we've had a brilliant development on one of our test potions. I need to be there more than ever over the next year to oversee our three new interns. Ron's exams are coming up and, with any luck, he'll be taking up a full-fledged Auror position come September. A baby just doesn't really fit into our plans right now," she was babbling and Harry grabbed her again and forced her into a hug. She was tense for a moment and by the time she relaxed, she was crying in earnest.

"I'm only twenty-two, Harry," she said between sobs. "And Ron has no money so I doubt he'll be buying an engagement ring any time soon," her shoulders shook and he patted her hair awkwardly. He had never seen his best friend this distressed in his life. "Two kids by the time I'm twenty-three! This wasn't in my plans! I had a plan, Harry, and this wasn't in it!"

Harry kissed the top of her bushy head and pulled her closer to him. "Remember how scared you were when you found out that you were pregnant with Danny? And you were scared to tell your parents because you were only nineteen and you thought they'd be disappointed? You were convinced that having a baby would ruin your life, but look at you now! You're so successful and so good at your job, and I know that you love Danny more than anything," he could still feel her shaking and the shoulder of his shirt was damp with tears but she was no longer sobbing loudly, which he took as a sign that his speech was working. "Just imagine how happy you're going to feel in a few months when you look up at Ron holding your new son or daughter. I can't begin to imagine that feeling, 'Mione, and you should feel so lucky that you get to experience it not just once, but twice. It's a gift, and I know it's scary but I promise you that everything will work out. I promise."

She pulled away from him and he conjured a tissue with his wand. Blowing her nose loudly, she gave him a watery smile. "Thank you," she whispered.

"Of course. You're always here for me, now it's my turn to be there for you," he patted her arm in what he hoped was a comforting manner.

"Well, I appreciate it. I love Ron with all my heart but he's not the easiest person in the world to talk to," she admitted, looking guilty.

"You're preaching to the choir here. I was so scared to tell him about me and Draco but he was actually really great about it," Harry cocked his head. "Maybe you should sit down with him and have a good talk. If there's one thing I've learned about Ron, it's that he'll always surprise you. He's the most loyal guy in the world and he loves you to bits, though he plays it down so that he doesn't lose cool points with the guys!"

Hermione sniffed. "You're right. I just need to be honest with him," she conceded.

"Don't sound so surprised! I'm not just a pretty face, you know."

"Oh, shut up," she elbowed him in the ribs, laughing weakly. They stared at each other in silence for a moment. "It is a gift, Harry, one I'm sure you'll experience one day. You and Draco."

Harry was stunned. He had never considered the possibility that he and Draco could have a normal life and a family but, now that he thought about it, he couldn't think of anything that he wanted more. Slowly, a grin spread across his face.

"Do you discuss the future at all?" she asked, shaking her head and looking slightly amused.

"Not really," he shrugged. "We mostly just eat take-out and… y'know…"

"Wow. Now there's an image I don't need at this time of the morning," she squeezed her eyes tight shut and wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Sleazy take-out followed by sleazy sex."

"Well, sometimes we don't even make it to the food, we just go straight to the -"

"La la la, I can't hear you!" she covered her ears and shook her head vigorously from side to side. "I really don't need to be privy to information on yours and Draco's sex life!"

Unfortunately for Hermione, Draco chose that moment to wander into the kitchen in nothing but his boxers, scratching his stomach and sporting an impressive erection.

"You're up early, I thought - ARGH!" he gave a strangled yell as he caught sight of Hermione, whose face was currently the colour of a tomato. Grabbing the Prophet from the table, he hastily covered himself and began inching towards the door. "I, um, was just on the way to the… erm… bathroom and thought… well, I didn't know that… sorry!" with that, he turned and practically ran from the room, looking as though he wanted to die. They both looked stunned for a moment before exploding into peals of laughter.

"Well, I think that's my cue to leave!" she laughed, standing up and grabbing her bag. "But before I go," she leaned in conspiratorially. "Congratulations," she winked cheekily. She grinned at him, and a second later she was gone with a loud crack, leaving Harry gaping at the spot where she'd been standing.

-x-

A/N: Okay, another relatively short update but I promise that the next one will make up for it! Let me know what you think so far – cookies to the best reviewer! x