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A/N: Harry is now 23 weeks pregnant. So remember, his pregnancy is much faster, so 23 weeks is equivalent to almost 8 months in a real pregnancy.

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Important A/N: I would just like to say, I'm sorry if people didn't like that Harry forgave Ron, I don't like it. But that's what I think Harry would have done. After all their years of friendship, Harry isn't going to let his first friend just slide, especially if said friend is backing off. He will want to know why. Harry hasn't really forgiven Ron, but their separation as friends is no longer bitter, and they have an understanding.

One more thing, an unsigned reviewer (Oh yeah, real brave), by the name 'Draco', sent me a review, that wasn't a flame per say – or maybe it was, I'm rather optimistic – but it was uncalled for. I just want to explain myself to that person and other readers if they feel the same way.

Reviewer: 'You do know it's okay for Ron not to agree with everything Harry does right? Also how can you say Ron doesn't deserve to be forgiven because he said a handful of mean things; meanwhile Draco has commited horrible crimes but somehow it's okay for Harry to forgive him?
Thats called hypocracy and it's both childish and makes no sense in your story'

Me: Yeah, he doesn't have to agree. But, forgive me if I am wrong, but it sounds like you are saying that Ron's behavior is acceptable because he does 'not have to agree with everything Harry does.' Well, frankly, Ron's behavior is outrageously unacceptable, and I don't need to explain why. Harry doesn't need to 'forgive Draco' because they were never friends. Draco has done bad things to someone he didn't like, and so did Harry, and in my story, Draco never went that bad, as in 6th year the Malfoys went over to the good side; whereas Ron betrayed years of friendship. Therefore it's not hypocrisy. Not going to respond to the last two comments, because I don't really understand.

Sorry. Rant over.

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CHAPTER 11 –Everything Made Me Look Fat

Over the next few weeks, Harry and Ron didn't go out of their way to hang out with each other.

Harry was slightly sad to realise that he and Ron wouldn't ever be the friends they were, simply because Ron was uncomfortable with a massive part of who Harry was. They would never reach the completely comfortable friendship they had before. Harry could get used to it and as long as he and Ron has an understanding, he could cope. He did have Draco now, after all.

Hermione was entirely ecstatic that they had somewhat made up and she often reminded Harry that she had said that Ron would come around. Harry just rolled his eyes. Nothing had changed – she still always had to be right.

However, not everyone one was happy about his and Ron's new understanding. Draco was angry enough that Harry even wanted to try and talk to Ron and he was even angrier when Harry told him that he and Ron were getting along.

Harry was confused at first why he even cared if he and Ron were talking or not. It took a while for Harry to wheedle an answer out of him. Draco had ducked his head and admitted that he didn't think Ron deserved Harry's forgiveness because anyone who was such good friends with Harry should consider themselves lucky and not screw up. Draco also went to say that he could tell that Ron had hurt Harry and didn't want the same thing to happen again.

What Draco had finally admitted made him deliriously happy because it showed that Draco really cared. He had lent forward and embraced Draco, who had been sporting a rare and faint blush on the top of his cheekbones.

There was only a brief pause before Draco returned the hug and wrapped his arms around Harry's once small waist. When they had parted, there had been an awkward moment before Draco quickly changed the conversation, clearly still embarrassed with their previous exchange.

It took a surprisingly long time for the student body to realise that there must be another father besides Harry. He was rather amused by their stupidity. They had been so caught up in gossiping about Harry, they completely missed the opportunity to gossip about who the other father was. Clearly, their brains couldn't handle more than Harry being gay and pregnant but once they had got used to it (only slightly though), they had began to discuss who the other father was.

They started analysing who it could be. They tried to justify anyone Harry was seen with whether or not they were a likely candidate. They even began discussing people who Harry had never even talked to in his life.

The most ridiculous theory they had come up with was that Hermione had gotten him pregnant by taking a Polyjuice potion to turn into a guy and then slept with Harry because she really wanted a baby but didn't want it to interfere with her studies. Harry, being the kind, faithful gay friend that he was, had agreed. Of course.

Who came up with that shit? Harry had thought at the time but he had to admit he was amused and was glad to see that Draco was equally so. Hermione, however, didn't find the funny side of it, and screamed at anyone who asked her if it were true.

Those rumours had finally relented, which pleased Hermione, and she returned to her usual relatively calm self. Harry still teased her about the rumour occasionally, but she took it good naturedly.

Harry was surprised that people hadn't figured out that Draco was the other father. It wasn't as if he and Draco hid their friendship, but he guessed when people saw them together they probably thought they were imagining things and turned a blind eye to it. Secretly, Harry couldn't wait until they figured it out. Seeing their reaction was going to be hilarious, he just knew it.

Although, he did dread to think what The Daily Prophet was going to say about it.

Ignoring that train of thought, Harry decided to get out of bed.

The dorm room was empty since he had decided to have a lay in that morning as it was Saturday. He remembered, though, that he had asked Draco to accompany him to Hogsmeade to buy some things for his babies before the exams came. There wouldn't be enough time after that – which was very soon. They had planned to meet at the Entrance Hall at mid day, so he had about an hour to get ready.

After a quick but relaxing shower, Harry went back to the dorm with a towel wrapped around his waist that he had to charm to stay in place. At first, Harry just threw on whatever he fancied and what he knew was comfortable.

He then proceeded to dither about and realised that he actually wanted to think about what he should wear for once. He went back over to his wardrobe and had a dig around.

Fifteen minutes had passed and he was still rustling around. He now only had half an hour until he was meeting Draco and was beginning to get frantic.

He was about to give up when he heard someone come into the room from behind him. He turned around and saw that it was Seamus.

"Ah, there you are, Harry."

"Oh, hey, Seamus," Harry greeted quickly before he turned around again for a final scrounge over his clothes.

"What are you doing, Harry?"

Harry sighed and figured he may as well tell Seamus or he knew he'll keep on pestering him.

"I've got permission from Dumbledore to go to Hogsmeade to by some things for the twins before exams begin. I just can't figure out what to wear," Harry told him quickly. After a pause, he added, "Everything I have makes me look fat."

Harry turned around to face Seamus and saw him open his mouth to respond but Harry beat him to it, "Don't answer that. I know I'm fat right now," Harry pouted.

Seamus chuckled, "Actually, I was just going to remind you that you're pregnant and not fat."

"Same thing, isn't it?" Harry responded indignantly.

Seamus just ignored him and went on to say, "So, why does it matter what you wear anyway?"

Harry saw Seamus' eyes widen with glee, "Ooh, you're going with him, aren't you? The other father?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. I am. Now, are you going to help me find something to wear or just stand there? I only have twenty minutes to get ready," Harry scowled, still frustrated that he couldn't find anything to wear.

"I'll help! Of course!" Seamus told him, as if it were obvious.

Harry watched as Seamus' eyes travelled down his body, as if visualising what would look good.

"I have some clothes you could wear. Do you know an expanding charm? I don't think they will fit otherwise," Seamus asked him excitedly.

"You do? Brilliant. Yeah, I know one, I kind of have to," Harry told him, instantly cheering up at the prospect of having something to wear. He just hoped Seamus was a stereotypical gay and had good taste in clothes.

Harry watched as Seamus hastily made his way over to his trunk and started digging around. Harry just sat back on his bed and watched Seamus with amusement.

Seamus made a triumphant noise when he had finished fishing out the appropriate clothes. Harry got up off the bed and made his way over to Seamus who was standing confidently by his bed with his arms folded proudly. Harry saw the bed now had items of clothing laid out on it.

"Come on, Harry, put them on, put them on. You haven't much time left!" he said excitedly.

Harry, not caring about modesty as this point, pulled off what he had carelessly thrown on before and grabbed the trousers that Seamus handed to him helpfully. Harry proceeded to cast the expanding charm on the waist of the trousers, and quickly put them on. He noticed that they fit snugly, around his legs and bum, but comfortably around his waist.

"Erm, Seamus, you don't think they're a bit tight, do you?" Harry said.

"No, no, don't be stupid. They fit perfectly," Seamus handed Harry a white t-shirt which Harry noticed was his so it didn't need adjusting. He slipped it straight on. Seamus already had a shirt waiting for him, which he took.

He realised that it wouldn't need a charm like the trousers did, as it already seemed rather lose. Harry quickly put on the dark green shirt and buttoned it up, leaving a few buttons undone at the top so the white t-shirt showed. He didn't bother tucking it in, as it would no doubt come un-tucked during the day.

"Here, put these on and hurry up!" Seamus said, impatiently tapping his foot as Harry grabbed the black lace up trainers and a dark grey jacket. Seamus stepped back from him and made Harry do a full 360 degree turn, oblivious to Harry's chagrin.

"You look great, Harry," Seamus smiled.

"Really?" Harry asked. He went through to the bathroom where there was a large mirror.

Harry looked at his reflection and saw that the black jeans looked good. He rather liked the way they fit around his slim legs and bum. The shirt he had on managed to cover up his bump surprisingly well – although it was obvious he was still pregnant – because Harry didn't tuck it in, the front hung over where his rounded waist line was, covering is nicely. The long sleeves of the soft shirt clung to his arms, enhancing his muscles from Quidditch. His shoes were comfy and the grey jacket was warm.

Harry was very happy with his outfit. It made him look good. It was smart but still casual, as well as comfortable.

Harry turned around and saw Seamus sanding there, waiting for his approval.

"Wow, thanks, Seamus. I know who to come to now for fashion advice," Harry smiled.

"It's alright, Harry," Seamus smiled proudly in return. Then suddenly his eyes lit up, "Hold on!"

Seamus rushed over to the cabinet which stored everyone's toiletries and grabbed a rounded pot. Harry realised it was hair cream.

"Is that wise?" Harry asked.

Seamus didn't say anything and proceeded to style his hair.

When he had finished, Harry looked in the mirror, and was happy with the results. It didn't look much different, but now his messy locks, although were still messy, it now looked a bit more deliberate.

"I owe you...?" Harry asked.

"Actually, about that… you won't need to owe me if you tell me who you're meeting?" Seamus asked eagerly.

Harry really was grateful for Seamus' help, so he decided to tell him.

"You promise you won't tell anyone?" Harry asked. When he saw Seamus nod confidently, he went on, "It's Draco Malfoy."

Harry enjoyed the gob smacked expression that that took over Seamus' face.

"Seriously?" He asked once he had gotten over the initial shock.

"Yup," Harry smirked.

"Wow, you two are so hot together," Seamus told him in a matter-of-fact voice.

Harry blushed, "Well, we're not officially together," he told Seamus.

"Yet?" Seamus asked.

"Yet," Harry agreed then went on. "Thank you for all your help, Seamus, honestly, but I have to go," Harry looked at his watch, "Shit. I've got a little over five minutes. I guess I'll see you later?"

"Yes, good luck, Harry," Seamus smiled.

Harry nodded in thanks and quickly left the dorm. He began the journey down to the Entrance Hall as fast as he could, considering he was pregnant.

As he dashed through the halls of Hogwarts and neared the Great Hall, he was pleased to see that there were only a few people wandering about, seeing as breakfast had finished ages ago and lunch was still a while away.

Harry was unsurprised to see Draco already waiting there for him. He looked at his watch anyway, just in case he was late. He was right on time, luckily.

"You're early," Harry told Draco once he had reached him.

"And you're on time. For once," Draco quipped.

"I was only late once, you know. You aren't ever going to let that go, are you?" Harry asked, defeated.

"Of course not. A Malfoy should never be kept waiting," Draco smirked.

Harry noticed that glint in Draco's eyes which he got when he was joking and happily played along.

"No, of course not."

Draco just laughed. Harry, for that instant, felt privileged to even be able to hear Draco laugh in such a genuine carefree fashion.

They began their journey towards Hogsmeade in comfortable silence. Harry was pleased to note it wasn't too cold. He hated shopping enough as it was, but doing when it when he was freezing his balls off was just hell.

"So, Harry, why did you invite me along for this shopping spree?" Draco asked, breaking the silence.

Harry hesitated before answering, "I thought you might want a say on what our twins wear. I mean, you don't have to or anything, but –"

"Harry, if you think I'm leaving what clothes our kids wear up to you, then you best think again. You and I both know your taste in fashion is nothing to be desired," Draco told him honestly.

"Yeah, I agree," Harry laughed.

"Although," Draco began and Harry watched as Draco's eyes travelled down him, "You've certainly dressed well today and you look good," Draco told him raising an eyebrow, "Who dressed you?"

"Er, Seamus helped me out. He didn't dress me, he just helped me decide what to wear," Harry said, blushing.

"Why?" Draco asked curiously.

Harry didn't want to admit that he wanted to look good for Draco, so he told him half of it, "Everything made me look fat."

Draco looked at him in disbelief and asked, "Harry, you are pregnant."

Harry spread his arms away from his body and looked down in mock disbelief, "Holy shit, would you look at that? I am pregnant! And there I was thinking I was just eating too many treacle tarts," Harry reached over and put his hand on Draco's shoulder, "Thank you for telling me," he told Draco with mock sincerity.

Draco scowled and shrugged Harry's hand off but Harry could tell he was amused, "I didn't mean it like that, you cretin. I just meant that you obviously aren't fat."

"I know, Draco, I was only pulling your wand," Harry told him, smiling.

"Why does it matter if you looked fat anyway?" Draco asked.

Harry looked down at his feet, "Well, you always wear nice clothes that look good… so I thought I may as well try," Harry shrugged, trying to make it seem like it was nothing.

Harry looked up and saw Draco smirking at him, "So you wanted to look good? For me?"

"Oh shut up," Harry realised they had arrived at Hogsmeade. 'Well that was lucky,' he thought. "Look, we're here. Do you know any shops for baby things? I haven't a clue"

"Yes, there's a shop here which literally does every kind of clothing."

"Merlin, how big is their shop?" Harry asked, wondering how a shop managed to stay hidden from him.

"It's not especially big. They specialise in tailored clothing so there isn't an extraordinary amount of actual clothing in the shop."

"Bloody hell, I'm going to have to design my own childrens clothes?" Harry asked, panicked.

"No, I will."

"Alright, good. Remember, they're girls, so nothing too boyish."

"They are not going to be a girl's. But to make you happy, I'll use neutral colours," Draco said, "Here we are."

Harry moved his gaze from Draco to the shop they had arrived at. It was no wonder Harry had never seen it before – it was simply a black door. It didn't even have a shop name.

"How does the shop make any money if no one knows it's here?" Harry asked.

"Word of mouth, I presume. It's expensive, so it doesn't need a ridiculous number of customers, just a few rich ones." Draco shrugged and pushed open the door.

The inside was the complete opposite of what was on the outside. Harry thought there wasn't actually much on the outside to compare it with but nonetheless.

The inside was open and brighter than one would assume, considering there was only one window. Magic was definitely used to get such light into the room. The shop was fairly full with racks of clothing but there was a space off to the left where a floor length mirror stood, clearly used for fittings.

"Excuse me," Draco called and a beautiful, middle-aged woman came out of a door at the back which Harry hadn't noticed before.

She swept over, "Hello, I'm Madam Hearst. What can I do to help, Sirs?" she asked pleasantly, tucking a piece of long golden hair behind her ear.

"My friend here is expecting twins," Draco began gesturing towards his stomach, "So we just wanted a good double set of clothes for them."

Harry watched as her hazel eyes drifted down his body to rest briefly on his bump before moving up to his eyes. Harry was surprised to realise that she didn't appear to recognise him.

She smiled happily, "Wonderful, I'll be happy to help. Are you expecting boys, girls, or both?"

Harry said girls and Draco said boys at the same time.

She chuckled lightly and said, "Ah, you don't know then. Well, no matter, we'll just make clothes which will suit both possibilities."

He and Draco nodded.

Madam Hearst led them over towards the back wall. She proceeded to wave her wand over the wall in a specific fashion. A door appeared which she pushed open. Inside was a small room which held a vast variety of fabrics and a desk which had a huge stack on folders.

Together, using designs from the folders and alternative fabrics and colours, after two long hours he and Draco had finally decided on a whole set of clothing for their twins.

After they had split and paid the generous bill, he and Draco finally left the shop. Luckily, since the clothes needed to be made, they didn't have a ton of bags to carry as they would be sent through owl post as soon as it was all ready.

Shopping for things like bottles, nappies, and toys were far easier and enjoyable. Harry was amused when Draco insisted of purchasing two pale green snake toy's, but Harry just retaliated by buying two lions.

It was nearing three o'clock and Harry was whinging about hunger and sore feet.

Draco sighed, "Fine, let's go to the Three Broomsticks then."

Once they'd settled down and ordered their drinks and food Harry rustled up the courage to ask Draco something he had wanted to discuss for a while now – the future.

"Draco, what are we going to do after Hogwarts?" Harry asked as confidently as he could.

Draco looked up from where he was rearranging their bags and his eyes met Harry's.

"Well, we're going to have to live together, if we are to bring up our children well. If you can handle that, of course," Draco chuckled.

Harry was surprised with Draco's bluntness. He was pleased but nervous.

"Where do you think would be good?"

Draco didn't answer straight away, as their food and drinks had arrived. They both thanked the waitress who looked surprised at seeing Malfoy and Potter together.

She also appeared to have difficultly trying to stop herself from looking at Harry's pregnant stomach. But when Draco glared she quickly turned and hurried off to attend other customers who were also struggling to keep their eyes to themselves.

"I thought we could stay at my home until we find somewhere more suitable. I'm sure mother would love to meet her first grandchildren," Draco told before him taking a mouthful of the soup he had ordered.

After Harry had swallowed his own tasteful soup, he responded, "That sounds great. So, your parents know about the twins and me?"

"Yeah, I told them a few weeks ago."

"And are they alright with it?" Harry prompted.

"Mother was surprised at first, but now she's happy for me. Father... well, I'm hoping he'll get used to it, although he is pleased that I'll have an heir despite the fact that they'll be a half-blood. He doesn't mind so much since being a pure blood has next to no leverage like it used to."

"Wow, I thought they would want to have me killed for landing you in such a mess," Harry told him, surprised at hearing Draco's parent's reactions.

"We were in a mess, Harry, but now I think we have things under control," Draco smiled.

Harry agreed and they moved onto lighter topics.

Soon Draco had paid the bill (after much convincing on his part) and they started walking back to Hogwarts with Draco carrying all of their bags.

It was nearing five o'clock when they finally approached the entrance of Hogwarts. Had they really been in Hogsmeade for that long?

They walked silently through the corridors and once they had reached the part where they had to split, Harry turned to Draco and held his arms out to take the shopping.

"I'll take it, if you like. I have more room, remember?" Draco offered.

Harry smiled and dropped his arms.

"Thanks, Draco. You know, I hate shopping, but I had a good time, so… thank you for helping."

"Its fine, Harry, I couldn't leave the shopping to you. You would have bought hideous things," Draco told him.

"But still, thank you."

Harry was about to lean forward and hug him but Draco had already dropped the bags, lent forward, and hugged him. 'Wow,' Harry thought. He didn't think Draco would ever initiate a hug.

The hug was brief and when Draco drew away, Harry felt Draco kiss him on the cheek. They were lucky no one was in the corridor to witness their display of affection.

Once Draco had completely drawn away, he once again picked up the bags.

"Bye, Harry."

Harry couldn't contain his happiness and he grinned, "Bye."

Draco turned away and walked in the direction of the dungeons.

Harry turned away as well and walked towards his common room. The grin was still visible on his face. He probably looked mad; but he didn't care – not one bit.

OMM! (That stands for Oh My Merlin)

Say 'yay' for long chapters, 4000 words – Jaysus.

I'm pretty happy with it. I like the Seamus/Harry interaction. I do love a flamboyant Seamus. (Although, note that this scene was taken from a one shot I have already written, but altered to fit my needs.)

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