The day of Ginny and Neville's wedding was finally here. Harry had new dress robes that Lucius had taken him to buy. He fixed himself up like he had for the party at the Manor. Lucius was looking for his cloak, so Harry headed out to the carriage ahead of him. Draco looked up as he came out and gave him a soft smile. He stepped up to Harry in a way that blocked him from his father's view if he came out. He took Harry's hand and placed a gentle kiss on his knuckles.

"You look lovely, Harry," he said.

Harry paled and pulled his hand back as if he had been burnt. Draco portrayed some of the old brotherly affection, so Harry responded as he would have before their days together. "As do you, fine sir. I dearly hope that you don't outshine the groom on his wedding day." He stepped into the carriage, and everything seemed to be okay again.

"I thought we already had our gift for the bride and groom, Harry. What is that you're carrying?" Draco asked.

"The bottle of champagne that I asked you and your father to pick up last week."

"And here I was wondering when you were going to serve it."

"Maybe if you or Lucius do something worth celebrating, I will," Harry shot back.

Lucius had caught the end of their bantering. He heard them laughing, he couldn't help but chuckle at their antics. He was glad to see the tension that had surrounded them the past couple weeks was gone.

HPDM

The ceremony had been beautiful. Afterward, everyone went to the Burrow for the reception. The air was filled with the sounds of music, laughter, and merriment. Ron had a bit much to drink and knocked the cake over onto himself. Draco was laughing harder than anyone else when he felt a tug on his robes. He looked down to see Edward peering up at him.

"Hi, Dwaco," he said.

Draco smiled and reached down to pick him up. He was genuinely happy to see the boy again.

"How are you, Edward?"

"My tummy hurts," he said, with a frown.

"I really don't see how it does. It looks like most of your food ended up on your face," Draco teased.

Edward tried to wipe his face, but only managed to make more of a mess. Draco liked Edward, but he was worried that he might stain his new dress robes, so he put him on the floor and kneeled down to see him.

"Why don't you come see me anymore, Dwaco?"

"I've had to help my father plant his garden. It's a lot of work, you know."

"Daddy said that you were finished."

"Yeah, we did. I just haven't felt like going anywhere. How do you like the new baby?"

"She's no fun. She can't play yet, and I get yelled at for making too much noise," Edward said, seriously. "I like you more than the baby. Why don't you come over?"

"We had to plant the garden, and my father went all the way to Ireland to get a stallion. We've been taking care of it, and seeing how good it is."

Astoria came over before Edward could respond. "Your mother is looking for you. She saw you sneak more cake, and she said you're not to do it again."

Edward looked at the ground and scuffed the toe of his shoe. "Okay."

Astoria finally noticed Draco beside Edward. "Hello, Tori. How are you?"

"Hello, Draco. I've been fine. Just helping Daphne with the new baby."

"I told Dwaco to come over again," Edward chimed in. When he didn't get an answer, he said, "Stori?"

"Of course. We would love that. Really." Her tone gave no indication of her feelings either way.

As Draco peered at her pretty face, he felt slightly sad at what could have been. "Someday soon, then."

Astoria gave a gentle push to Edward's back. "Come along. Your mother wants to talk to you."

Draco watched Edward turn around and wave at him, so he waved back. He heard Edward asking Astoria what was wrong with them, but he didn't hear the answer.

HPDM

Harry was sitting under a tree in the backyard, and had witnessed the exchange between Draco and Astoria. He tried to ignore the jealousy that flared up, but it wouldn't go away. Before it could get worse, Mrs. Weasley sat down next to him.

"It's so good to see you, Harry. How are you, dear?"

"Good. It's nice to just sit and relax."

"You're telling me, dear. This past couple weeks have been exhausting."

"I could have helped."

"Bite your tongue! You have done more than enough for this family. Besides, I'm sure you kept yourself busy, taking care of the Malfoy men. I've heard the stories from Ron and Hermione. I know they're both quite a handful."

"That they are. Why just last week, I fell asleep cutting up strawberries for dessert. One minute, I was sitting at the table, cutting the strawberries. The next, I was asleep and Lucius had to wake me up. That's never happened before. It was embarrassing!"

Mrs. Weasley laughed. "That used to happen to me in the beginning of every pregnancy."

"In the beginning? Why?"

"Well, the body is making changes to accommodate a new life. It only stands to reason that it would wear itself out quicker."

Mrs. Weasley suspected Harry was pregnant, and she knew how badly he wanted to be. She didn't want to get his hopes up, but there was no one else to speak to him about it. She was the closest thing to a mother he had, and she felt like he was one of her children.

"Are there any other signs, dear?"

"No." Harry hesitated for a moment. "I don't even know what they are," he confessed.

"Have you felt nauseous or thrown up?"

"No."

"Dizzy?"

"No." But then, Harry remembered avoiding using the stove and oven because of the heat. "Actually, if I spend too long in the heat, I feel a little lightheaded. I've been making food that doesn't require me to be around the stove or oven for too long."

"Has it happened any other times?"

Harry pulled his legs up and hugged his knees. "Earlier during the wedding. There were a lot of people around me, though."

"Has being in a crowd caused that before?"

"No," Harry shook his head.

"You're showing several signs of being pregnant. Has your appetite changed at all?"

"I don't think so."

"Pay attention. In the early stages of pregnancy, your appetite can increase or decrease."

Mrs. Weasley could see the panic and terror in Harry's eyes as he looked at her. She knew he wanted a baby, but he had waited so long, it was understandable that he would get scared when it happened.

"It might be too early to tell, dear. Pay attention to any signs, and if they still appear after a couple weeks, use the spell to test for pregnancy. In the meantime, make sure you get plenty of rest."

"Please don't tell anyone, Mrs. Weasley."

"Don't be silly, dear. You've waited a long time for this. I wouldn't dream of taking that away from you."

"Thank you. I have to go think." Harry gave Mrs. Weasley a kiss on the cheek before getting up and walking off.

HPDM

It was almost impossible to find somewhere to be alone. There were so many people everywhere. Harry could barely keep his mind on the conversations that people were trying to have with him. He had to stop himself several times from touching his stomach. He knew that if there was a baby in there, it was Draco's. Lucius hadn't attempted anything since he came back from Ireland. He hadn't even thought about it since he was just relieved that Lucius hadn't wanted it.

Harry could see Lucius talking to a man that he had been trying to get to work for his company. He remembered Lucius's suggestion of a liaison between him and Draco. It didn't make him feel any better. He wondered if this would cause problems between father and son.

Lucius came to him a little later. It seemed that no one had bothered to clean up Ron after his run in with the cake. Hermione had forbidden anyone from helping him. Wearing the cake was his punishment for drinking too much and making a spectacle of himself. He had tripped over his own feet and fell on top of Lucius, getting cake and icing all over his dress robes. Lucius told him that he was going home to change, but he would be back. Harry wished he could go home. He was feeling tired, and he just wanted to crawl into bed. He knew it would look odd if he left so early, so he stayed even though he didn't want to.

Harry kept his eyes on Lucius the whole way to the house. He watched Draco approach him, and they were both chuckling over the cake and icing. He imagined that comradery gone. Draco looked over at him as Lucius walked away, and Draco gave him a slow smile. Harry placed his hand over his stomach and turned away.

Harry slunk away to the kitchen when the dancing started. He didn't feel up to dancing, but Draco found him at one point and insisted on a dance. He was the epitome of a perfect gentleman the whole time. Draco had noticed that Harry was quieter than usual, but chalked it up to the long day. Harry was glad when the day was finally over, and he rode home in the carriage, once again sandwiched between Lucius and Draco.

HPDM

In the days following the wedding, Lucius spent most of his time with his stallion. After tending to the garden in the morning and breakfast, he would spend the rest of the day outside brushing, feeding, and riding Beauty.

"You really are quite the beauty, aren't you? It won't be long before we find a mare for you. It won't be long until I know the truth about Harry and…my son, either. I really can't say anything about it since I was the one to tell them to do it. I haven't touched Harry since I came home. I know I am unable to sire another child, but it never hurts to be sure." Lucius gave him one last pet before heading off.

HPDM

The signs of pregnancy were increasing. Harry's appetite had increased dramatically. He started feeling nauseous, and he threw up a few times. He was growing more tired every day. He was becoming more emotional. He found himself in tears one day simply because he dropped a plate and it broke. He was glad that Lucius and Draco hadn't been around to witness it.

He was so exhausted all the time that he had started using his wand more. He used it to give water to the peacocks. He had to put the water in what looked like a short birdbath made entirely of marble. He walked away to find the food, and when he came back, the water was already gone. He started sniffling and tried not to cry. Every chore seemed to take more time and effort for him. He didn't want to have to fill it back up. Even using his wand tended to drain his energy now.

"Why did you drink it all already? I just filled it up! Stupid peacocks," he grumbled, almost in tears.

Harry tried to lift his wand to give them more water, when someone took his arm and turned him around. He immediately buried his face in their chest and held on for dear life as he finally cried his eyes out.

"What's the matter, Harry?" he heard Draco ask.

Harry jerked back and started wiping his face off. "You shouldn't be holding me. Lucius might see."

"Yeah, well, you shouldn't be crying."

"I can't help it. The peacocks drink their water quicker than I can keep it filled."

Draco stepped around him and used his own wand to give the peacocks more water. He turned back to Harry. "They've always been like that. You've never cried over it before. What's really wrong?"

Harry stared at the ground and refused to meet Draco's eyes. "Everything."

Draco sighed. "I know. It's my fault. I've seen how you're caught in the middle of my father and I, and I'm sorry. I've been meaning to talk to him about everything and clear the air. I just keep putting it off, because it may mean having to leave. I'm not ready for that yet."

"No, Draco. You can't talk to Lucius about this, and you can't leave. This is your house. Just leave it alone." Harry's eyes were begging Draco to not pursue it, but he could see it wasn't working.

Harry had used the pregnancy spell a few days before, and he knew he was pregnant. He was scared to tell Draco. He didn't know if it would push Draco to leave, and he didn't want that. If anyone should go, it was himself. Harry knew that a life with Draco's baby, but without Draco, would be miserable. His eyes filled with tears yet again.

"Harry, please don't cry," Draco begged. "This is killing me. You have no idea how close I am to just kissing you and not caring if my father sees it."

Harry took deep breaths, trying to calm down and stop the tears. He knew that he needed to tell Draco about the baby. He couldn't keep it from him. He felt that Draco deserved to know first. It was the only consolation he could give him. He looked around and silently pleaded for Lucius to stay wherever he was.

"I have to tell you something, Draco. It's the best and the worst news." He watched Draco freeze. "I'm pregnant."

Draco's mouth dropped open at the same moment that Lucius walked out of the building that housed the Crups. Draco tried to rearrange his features to look normal before his father noticed. Harry turned and walked off, knowing he was a coward.

"I meant to bring the potion out for you, but Harry was getting frustrated with the peacocks again," Draco said, glad his voice sounded normal.

"Drinking the water too fast again?"

"Yes, like always."

Lucius chuckled. "We really should have one of the house elves take care of them since they anger Harry so much. I'll get the potion and speak to the house elves about it."

Draco was unable to get Harry alone to question him about his announcement. He wondered how long Harry had known about it. He wondered if Harry had already told his father. He didn't think so since his father hadn't said anything. He wondered what would happen when his father finally did find out.

HPDM

It was a beautiful day, and Lucius walked out to the fence of the paddock. He waited, but Beauty just looked at him.

"Well, come here. I walked all the way out here. The least you can do is come over here and see me," Lucius said.

The stallion just kept looking, not moving a muscle.

"I am a Malfoy, and your owner. You will listen when I command you. Now, come here."

The stallion ambled over as if it understood him. Lucius reached out and rubbed his hand along Beauty's nose.

"You know, I'm pretty sure Harry's pregnant. He hasn't said anything, but I watch him. I've seen the signs. I wish he would tell me, but I'm content to wait until he's ready. I know he's probably worried or scared of my reaction. I can't get angry, though. I just want him to tell me."

Lucius stood there for hours talking to Beauty. He was happy that Harry was finally getting his wish, and if he ignored his son's part in it, everything was perfect.

HPDM

Draco was out with his father taking care of Beauty when Harry heard the Floo. He went to see who it was, and he found a man he had never seen before.

"Can I help you?" he asked.

"You must be Harry," the man said with a grin. "I'm Alastair Ashford. I've been doing some business with your husband. He mentioned that he had bought a stallion and invited me to come see it."

"Lucius is very proud of it. He's outside with it now. Follow me."

Lucius was pleased to see his associate.

"I'll leave you to it, Father. I should get inside and get cleaned up. It was nice to meet you, Mr. Ashford," Draco said, following Harry to the house.

They were both silent as they walked to the house. The walk seemed to take forever, and Draco was impatient to speak to Harry. It was too important to risk being overheard. Draco slowed his walk a little bit so Harry was walking in front of him. He watched the way Harry's legs, hips, and arse moved as he walked. Harry realized that Draco wasn't beside him anymore and turned just in time to catch the guilty flush on Draco's face at being caught.

"You need to stop, Draco. I'm not strong enough for this," Harry warned.

"That's because you love me," Draco replied.

"Don't say that. I just need to get over it."

They walked through the doors, and Draco grabbed Harry's hand to stop him. "Tell me about the baby, Harry."

"What is there to tell? I'm pregnant, and we both know it's yours."

While Draco knew it was his, hearing it made it all the more real. He looked down at Harry's stomach, awed that there was a life growing there and he had a hand in making it. He rushed forward to grab Harry up in a hug. He could feel Harry's laughter against his chest.

"You need to let go, Draco. You're squeezing me a bit hard," Harry mumbled against his neck.

Draco immediately let him go. "I'm sorry. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Draco placed both of his hands on Harry's stomach, feeling a bump that was so slight, it was barely noticeable.

"I'm fine. It was just a bit too much pressure." Harry stepped away to put some space between them. "I just wanted you to know before I told Lucius. I owe you that. I plan to tell Lucius soon. After that, you and I aren't going to speak of it again."

"But, Harry, it's my-"

"Let me finish. This is the way it has to be. Your father will know that it isn't his. But, I am going to make a promise to him that nothing will happen again between the two of us. I have to keep that promise."

"You can't really mean that, Harry." Draco's distress was written all over his face.

"I have to. Could you imagine what everyone would say if they knew I got pregnant by you while I was married to your father?"

"We don't have to live here. We can move far away."

"No, Draco. We can't."

"Like hell we can't," Draco said, anger creeping into his voice.

"We already knew all of this before."

"I didn't really think this would happen. It changes everything."

"It doesn't change the fact that I'm married to your father."

"But, that baby is mine."

"The baby that your father asked us for." Harry hated having to throw that in Draco's face.

"So, you believe him when he said I owed him this? And that you made love to me because he asked it of you? You reacted to my touch because it's what he wanted?"

"Draco, please don't get mad. I didn't say any of that. This baby was created out of love, not your father's request. But, the fact remains that I'm married to Lucius. I have to put what happened between us out of my mind and focus on my marriage."

"And my baby?"

Harry refused to answer.

"I am asking about my baby, Harry. Can you look me in the eye and tell me that you want another man to raise my child?"

Harry was starting to panic. "Please, don't, Draco."

Draco reached out and turned Harry's head so they were eye to eye. "Don't what? Don't fight for what's mine? I love you. I love that baby. That's my baby, and you want to give it to another man."

"It's not just another man. It's your father, and you never wanted children. That's the only reason your father asked you for this."

"You're absolutely right. I didn't want a child. I want your child. That baby is a part of both of us."

"How could we really live happy lives knowing-"

"At least we would be together! I don't want to be away from you, Harry."

"What would we tell our son when he grew up?"

"The truth. We love each other, and he's ours because of that."

"While I was married to not only another man, but your father? His grandfather?"

Draco was desperate to keep everything from unraveling. "We can move away. We can go to the Continent or Australia or America. We can go anywhere you want."

"How?"

"Are you forgetting how rich we are? We have the money to leave everything behind and start over anywhere."

"Could you really walk away from your childhood home forever? To never come back? This is your home."

Draco placed his hands back on Harry's stomach. "No, this is my home. Wherever you two are. The question isn't if I could walk away from the Manor. It's how could I live here without you and our child."

Harry took a deep breath and pushed Draco away. "No matter what happens in my marriage, it doesn't mean I don't love you. I'll tell him tonight about the baby. Everything will be different tomorrow."

Harry turned and walked as calmly as he could towards the stairs to go to his room.

HPDM

Harry hid out in his room for the rest of the day. It was late when Lucius came up to bed. When he slid under the sheets, he could tell that Harry was still awake.

"Lucius?"

"Yes, Harry?" Lucius knew before Harry said it what he was trying to say.

"I'm going to have a baby."

It should have been a joyous moment, telling his husband that he was pregnant. Instead, Harry felt cold and empty.

"I figured it out. I know the signs from when Narcissa was expecting. It's what I wanted for you. It will be ours. No one will know that I'm not really the father."

Harry stayed silent. His eyes were burning from unshed tears, and he felt so guilty.

Lucius knew what he was thinking. "It's okay, Harry. There is no need for you to feel bad." Even as he said it, Lucius felt cold inside.

Harry knew it would never be okay again. He had cheated on his husband, with his son no less, and he had denied Draco the right to his child. How could it be okay?

It took Harry hours to fall asleep. When he finally did, he found himself caught in a nightmare. Draco was standing in front of him, smiling. He reached out in invitation for Harry to come to him. Harry took a few steps forward, but Lucius came riding in on his stallion.

"Be careful with my baby, Harry," Lucius said.

"It's my baby." Draco's voice sounded almost hollow coming from behind the stallion. Harry couldn't see Draco past Lucius and the stallion. He could hear Draco's claims on the baby mixed with Lucius's laughter. Finally, Lucius and the stallion took off at a gallop. Harry ran to Draco, but Draco got further and further away.