A/N: I apologize for not posting this sooner. I'm in the middle of researching for a paper. I have to write an 8-10 page argumentative essay, and it's taking up a lot of time. I'll try to do better in the future.

The next month was spent quietly. Though Lucius, Draco, and Harry all lived under the same roof, they rarely talked. They chalked it up to exhaustion rather than what it really was. Draco spent most of his time walking the grounds or with the Crups. No one mentioned the day that Mr. Ashford came by to see the stallion, when Draco had cleared out the liquor cabinet by himself and spent 2 days vomiting until there was nothing left.

By the end of August, Harry's stomach had a noticeable pouch, and he had taken to leaving his pants unbuttoned instead of getting new clothes or resizing his old ones. He knew that it wouldn't be long before people started asking about his belly. He hadn't been news for years to his relief. He wondered if the pregnancy would put him back in the spotlight.

The only person outside the household who knew was Mrs. Weasley. He had gone to her house for dinner one night and asked if he could speak with her alone.

"You were right, Mrs. Weasley. I'm pregnant. I haven't told anyone yet, so please don't say anything."

"Oh, congratulations, dear! I'm so happy for you. Remember what I said about resting. If you find that you need any help around the house, let me know. I would be more than happy to come help out. I know you have house elves, but you know Hermione. She was very proud that you still did plenty around the house rather than give them all the work. She would not be pleased if you did so now. Have you seen a Healer?"

"Not yet. I don't even know who to see."

"I'm sure Madame Pomfrey would be more than happy to see to you. She keeps busy with the students, but she's always more than happy to see old students. I want you to go see her, and make sure you listen to anything she tells you. Many things can go wrong with a male pregnancy."

"Of course, Mrs. Weasley," Harry chuckled.

"Don't lift anything too heavy. Ask your husband or Draco to help you if you need to. You might need a lot of help later in your pregnancy. You'll need to rest more, and you'll have less time to do the things you need to. I can always come and stay for a bit if you need me to. Owl me if you ever feel overwhelmed or too tired."

"That would be great, actually." Harry thought Mrs. Weasley was being overprotective, but he secretly loved it.

HPDM

Harry didn't think he would Mrs. Weasley to come help him. Instead, he invited her for lunch one day while Lucius and Draco were making arrangements for a business trip. They talked about the latest news on all of the Weasley children. The conversation eventually turned to the business trip.

"Lucius and Draco are going to be leaving soon to go to France," Harry said.

"Are you worried about being alone in your condition?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"No, it's just going to be hard being here alone."

"Why are they leaving?"

"They're going on a business trip. William, Lucius's advisor, runs the day to day stuff at the company, but there are some things that Lucius has to do himself. He's taking Draco to show him how things are done, I guess. Draco knows almost everything he needs to for when he takes over the company, but he's never been involved in the international aspect of it."

"I'm sure it won't be easy being here all alone, but you can always come over or ask me to come here if you don't want to be alone."

"I don't know if I'll need to or not. Luckily, this will be the last time that I'll be completely alone when they leave."

"I'm surprised that you haven't talked more about the baby. Is something bothering you, dear?"

Harry felt an impulse to tell Mrs. Weasley the whole story. He knew that she would be concerned and he worried that her opinion of him might change. "I'm just tired."

"Is it because you're scared? Some people are scared with their first child."

"I wouldn't say I'm scared. I faced Voldemort and won. I can handle a baby," Harry chuckled.

"Well, I only say that because you don't seem happy, dear."

"I think I'm still getting used to it. I waited so long, it still doesn't seem real."

"Well, you have plenty of time to get used to the idea before the baby comes. You'll be excited in no time." While Mrs. Weasley didn't say it, she was worried about Harry being left alone.

HPDM

Romilda Vane had never quite gotten over Harry not returning her affections in school. She was constantly vicious to him as if he had no right to rebuff her. Harry and the Malfoy men were out at lunch when she ran into Harry when he had excused himself to go to the loo. Draco was coming out when he heard Romilda talking, so he stopped around the corner to listen.

"You've put on a little weight, haven't you, Harry?" Draco could hear the vicious glee in her voice.

"I suppose a little bit,' Harry said, carefully.

"I heard you've wanted a baby for years. Could you be pregnant at last?"

Draco wanted to hex the insufferable cow. He didn't realize it, but Harry felt the same way.

"Perhaps I am, Romilda."

Draco heard a gasp and then suddenly people surrounded Harry to offer their congratulations. He walked around the corner just in time to hear someone say "Harry and Lucius are having a baby!" He swallowed around the lump in his throat and pasted on a smile.

Lucius came over to see what the commotion was about. He smirked like the cat that caught the canary when people congratulated him. Harry had a tight smile on his face and kept his hands on his stomach as if to protect the baby.

A man that Draco recognized, but couldn't remember his name, slapped Draco on the shoulder. "Going to be a big brother, eh, Draco?"

"It's a momentous occasion," Draco grit out. It was the only thing he could force out. His eyes met Harry's for a moment. To add to his act, he dropped his arm around Harry's shoulder. "Harry will be a hell of a father." Draco stepped back from Harry and turned to his father. His gaze was guarded, but he managed to give a convincing smile. "Congratulations, Father."

HPDM

Lucius and Harry were in bed, and Lucius was in a very good mood. He was full of ideas and plans on how to give a better life to the new baby than he was able to give Draco. He had gotten over the initial unease, and he was full of happiness and hope for the future.

"Harry," Lucius said, softly. Harry jumped, and Lucius was curious about the reaction. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, Lucius. What was it?"

"I was thinking of buying a mare once I learn more about taking care of horses."

Whatever Harry had expected him to say, that wasn't it. After the scene at the restaurant, Harry had noticed a quiet pride in Lucius. Harry wasn't sure what to think. He had expected blame, jealousy, or hurt from Lucius, but not once had there been any sign of any of those emotions. He didn't know how to act towards a husband who accepted cheating that easily. Harry had made more of an effort to please Lucius after the announcement of that baby, but Lucius had seemed somewhat distant. He had expected anything to come out of Lucius's mouth but what actually did.

"Buy a mare?" Lucius noted an odd tone in Harry's voice. "Can we talk about something important, just once?"

"This is important. It could be a wonderful legacy for the baby's future."

Harry swooped in on that topic. "The baby is something important."

Lucius seemed confused. "What do you want me to say, Harry?"

"Anything. Whatever you want."

"All right," Lucius drawled, before he gave a pause. "I'm happy about the baby."

Harry started to get frustrated. "How can you be happy?"

"Well, I suppose I am happy that you are finally-"

"Forget me. What about you?" Harry snarled, banging a fist on the mattress between them.

Lucius was at a loss. He didn't know what Harry wanted from him. "What about me?"

"Don't you want to talk about it? Get an explanation? An apology?"

Lucius shifted uncomfortably. "I believe it's for the best if we do not speak of it."

"But, I did you wrong. It was wrong, what I did. How can you not blame me?"

"I said, I would take the blame."

"Lucius, this is not about blame! It's about feelings, yours and mine!"

"All right, Harry. I understand. Now, calm down. You're getting too upset."

"I am upset! I'm upset that I'm married to a man who doesn't even care enough about me to be jealous!"

"You know why we wed. It had nothing to do with love."

"So, that makes it okay for me to sleep with another man?"

Lucius wanted to make things better, but everything he said just made it worse. Harry refused to let it be.

"I asked if that made it okay for me to sleep with another man."

Lucius sighed. "I heard you. I just don't know what you want from me."

"I want you to get jealous, or angry, or just show one little sign that you care about me. I want to talk about it."

"It's done. What is the use in talking about it? We should just plan for the future."

Harry stewed in his anger for a moment. "You know what, Lucius? That has always been our problem. We never talk about anything important. Like you feeling so strongly about giving me a baby. I knew, but why didn't you say something? I told you that I was okay with the fact that you couldn't have more children. You just ignored everything I said. How is that right? How can we can have a good marriage if we can't even talk about what we think and feel instead of your plans for the company? Can't you understand that?"

"I can't. You want to talk about me being jealous when I'm not. You want to talk about wanting a child when you're pregnant. It doesn't make any sense to me. I don't discuss personal matters. You know that. That's what you have Draco for."

Harry's head was reeling. Lucius wanted to ignore everything real and go on as if nothing had changed.

"You're the man I married. I should be able to talk to you."

"We're talking right now."

"Oh, yes. We've been talking. In circles."

"You don't seem like your normal self, Harry. It must be the hormones."

Harry couldn't stop the hysterical laughter that was bubbling up inside of him. Lucius looked at him oddly, but he still couldn't stop. Lucius gave his shoulder a slight push.

"Maybe you should go to sleep, and we'll forget all about this."

Harry allowed Lucius to pull him down and tuck him into his side. The anger was gone, but it was replaced by an emptiness deep inside. He felt Lucius's hand start rubbing his hip. He could only feel a distant revulsion at the touch. He swallowed hard and gave a slight whimper, which Lucius misunderstood.

Harry went through the motions of sex with Lucius. It no longer felt like enough, but at the same time, it felt like too much. He closed his eyes and pretended he was with Draco. He remembered the soft caresses and adoring gazes. It was over far too soon, and he felt empty inside when it was done. He vaguely wondered if he might feel differently about Lucius if he had taken the time to give Harry his unwavering attention. He refused to look at that thought too closely.