A/N: I feel like we're almost finished… we'll see what happens.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. It belongs solely to the amazingly, amazing J.K. Rowling.

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Draco sighed, but didn't tear his gaze away from the ceiling of the bedroom. He had slept with Harry Potter…again. After their tête-a-tête in the foyer of his home, Harry had dragged them outside, much to Draco's dismay, and had apparated them to Grimmauld Place. When Draco had asked why they hadn't simply stayed at the Manor, Harry had merely shrugged and silenced Draco with a kiss.

"I'm sorry," Harry muttered from beside him. He was lying on his side facing the blond with an arm across his waist, and his fingertips running over the light dusting of blond hair on his chest.

"I'm not," he whispered back. The brunette paused a moment in his trailing of fingertips, but resumed when he felt Draco shift awkwardly. "I don't want to regret anything anymore Harry…ever." Harry nodded once, but let out a long, suffering sounding sigh.

"I don't know if I'm ready," came the mumbled response.

"I think you are…I think you've just spent so much time running…" Draco snorted and glanced over at his bed partner. "Did you ever think we'd end up like this?" Harry smirked.

"In bed? I think a part of me always hoped so." Draco rolled his eyes and cuffed a laughing Harry over the head lightly.

"Me criticizing you scar-head, not me being in your bed." They both went silent, and for a moment Draco thought he'd hit a nerve with the old nickname, but Harry finally shrugged.

"I think you always were the more mature one…"

"Do you think I could get that in writing?"

"No, never." Harry smiled softly for a moment, and then he stopped in his exploration and leaned over his onetime enemy. "Will you stay with me?" Draco's eyes widened slightly, but he moved his hand over so their fingers intertwined and nodded.

"For as long as you need me."

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Both wizards walked through the sterile hospital, ignoring the stares thrown their way, for a completely different reason than normal of course... Harry hadn't let go of Draco's hand since they'd left Grimmauld Place, and out in the Wizarding world it was causing quite a stir.

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered again. Draco's face was lightly flushed with embarrassment, but he shrugged.

"It's okay. I said it was fine." They both stepped into the lift and Harry hit the button for the fourth floor, the maternity ward. "I'm right here you know…" He glanced at the brunette beside him whose grip had suddenly tightened, and who was looking more and more nervous with each passing second.

"I don't think I could ever tell them…" Draco shrugged.

"That's okay…they don't need to know."

"They're my best friends…"

"Sometimes…" the lift rang and both men stepped out and face the oak doors. "Some things are better left unsaid. I haven't told anyone about my times at the Manor…we're the same." Harry breathed in deeply, released Draco's hand and pushed on the door. "Did you want to me to wait here?"

"No!" he turned quickly, nearly giving himself whiplash, and Draco sighed at the panic stricken face.

"It's okay…I won't. Promise." Harry nodded slowly and walked through the doors, this time bypassing the desk where no one was currently standing and going straight for room 402 where Hermione had been yesterday. "They still love you, you know…" He nodded once and swallowed hard when they reached the doorway. Inside three voices were talking softly, and the light over the bed was dimmed. There was a light blue curtain blocking the figures from view, but Harry recognized them anyway…He stepped through the doorway, knocking on the door jamb as he went.

"Come in," Hermione said softly. A hand came around the side of the curtain and pulled it back, revealing Hermione, Ron and Blaise.

Blaise's eyes widened and his hand dropped from the curtain as he looked back and forth between everyone.

"Umm…." He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, glanced up at Draco and then took a few steps back so he wasn't between everyone.

"Hello," Harry whispered quietly. Hermione's hand had shakily risen to cover quivering lips, and Ron's face had gone completely blank. "Umm…"

"Oh shut up and get over here Harry," she mumbled with a smile. Harry let out the breath he'd been holding and rushed to her side.

"Hermione…" She slapped his arm lightly and held out her arms, burrowing into his when he wrapped her up in a hug.

"We've missed you so much," she whispered. Tears pricked Harry's eyes, but he breathed in deeply, trying to keep them at bay.

"I know…and I know you deserve an explanation…"

"I would say we do," came an angry voice beside them. Both friends looked up into a face flushed with anger, almost as red as his hair.

"Ron," Hermione started warily. His eyes flashed down to her before narrowing in on his best friend.

"Where you been mate? Because let me tell you…we searched everywhere for you…and when we thought we found you in Shanghai…you just bloody disappeared again." Harry glanced back at Draco who was standing beside Blaise, but nodded once in reassurance.

"I know…I'm sorry…I…" he shrugged helplessly, "I can't tell you guys everything right now…"

"Harry," Hermione interrupted softly, "we understand…you don't have to tell us everything at once…we love you." Harry smiled, but glanced up at his best friend nervously. "Ron?" Her husband glanced down at her and couldn't help but soften at the pleading he could see in her eyes.

"Don't leave us again mate," he warned quickly. Harry's eyes widened and for a split second his eyes met Draco's in a panic. Could he stay? He hadn't even made the decision yet himself…the thought of having to face his whole life again was more than a little overwhelming, and the thought of having so many people once more watching his every move…Draco cleared his throat and threw him a tentative smile, making his worries all but disappear. He knew he wouldn't be facing them alone…he and the blonde behind him had somehow come together…they had an understanding…they weren't alone.

"I won't," he said quietly, "I promise." Ron smirked and then turned to the small bassinet behind him, carefully reached in and withdrew a small, sleeping baby.

"Meet your nephew Harry," he whispered. He stepped around Hermione's hospital bed and placed the small bundle in his shaking arms, letting his hand linger on its forehead before stepping back.

"His name is Hugo," said Hermione happily, "and Ron and I want you to be his godfather Harry." Harry looked up at them quickly, his eyes wide in shock.

"Me?"

"Who else would we trust him with?" Ron laughed, "Not many people can handle a Weasley." Harry let out a small laugh and then looked down at his nephew softly.

"Hello Hugo," he whispered, "I won't ever let anything happen to you…I promise." Draco stepped up behind him, placed a hand on his lower back, well out of sight of both Weasley's, and looked down at the small child.

"Another Weasley," he muttered amusedly.

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A/N: So…I feel like this is a great spot to stop…it just seems kinda perfect. It was a pleasure writing for you all, and I hope ya'll enjoyed the story! By the way, keep an eye out for a one-shot sequel! We'll see!