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Chapter 25 The First Show Of Pregnancy Emotions

"It was wonderful, Ro," Harry sighed, his emerald eyes so soft as he spoke.

The two of them were sitting on the redheaded boy's bed in the Gryffindor fifth year dorms, Ron looking wide-eyed at his best friend's descriptive tale.

"I've never felt so alive. We walked to Hogsmeade arm in arm. We went to the three broomsticks. We had a private dinner upstairs in the Malfoy rooms. Before dinner we played, meaning he held me on his lap in his father's spin chair and spun us in circles until we were so dizzy that we could barely stand. Then, after dinner, we went for a walk, and I led him to the grounds of Potter Manor, my invisible Inheritance that was there just waiting for us. We made love in the bed in the gazebo where my parents were married. It was so beautiful. Peaceful. Everything that I had I gave to Draco, my anxiety, my pain, brief though it was, and he took it away and made it all perfect. Then we cuddled until we fell asleep. Then this morning he braided my hair, we cuddled some more, and then we got dressed again and came back here."

"Wow. It sounds magical..."

"It was."

"Yeah," Ron said, looking a little uncomfortable, and envious, but he seemed to push himself past it for Harry's sake. "So, um, what did Dumbledore want with you and Draco this morning?"

"Nothing. He- Wait a sec, how'd you know about that?"

"Because McGonagall asked me earlier if you had come back yet because Dumbledore wanted to talk to you and him about something."

"Oh, well, it wasn't really Dumbledore that we talked to. That was just a cover story. Me and Draco actually talked to Lucius."

"Lucius Malfoy?" Ron gasped softly, his eyes wide.

"Draco's father, yes."

"What was that like? I've heard that he's very intimidating, though I've never meant him. His family and mine have been estranged for decades. I don't think that my parents have had much contact with them. I'm technically distantly related to them through my dad."

"He wasn't that bad, truthfully. I was worried as well, but it turned out alright. He even hugged me, invited me to come home with Draco to the Manor for the holidays."

"Really?"

"Yeah. So, you're Draco's cousin?"

"Distant cousins, but yeah, something like that."

"That's cool. Do you want to come with me? He said that I could bring a friend or two, and since Draco... You're my only real friend left in Gryffindor now."

Ron smiled, but the slight curve of his lips somehow reflected the sadness in his eyes as he shifted onto his knees on his bed, moving to pull Harry into his arms, holding him close for long moments.

"I'm sorry that nobody else understands your choice, Harry, but I do. I know that you need him, and I can even understand why you love him. He is beautiful."

Harry nodded, giggling quietly as he hugged him back tightly. "Yes, he is, but it's more then that. He's so... Gentle and loving. Protective. It's nice. I like feeling safe for a change. I feel so much happier now. He's like a Wingless Angel. Ohhhh, wouldn't he just look ever-so-hot with white-feathered wings? I would just want to cuddle him all the time and never let go..."

"And how would that be any different from now?" Ron asked with amusement in his eyes. Harry flushed, biting his bottom lip to try to stifle the laughter that was welling up inside him, but it burst forth from him in breathless giggles as he clung to Ron for support, his face resting against his shoulder as he shook with the force of it. "Might I inquire as to what is so amusing?" they both heard a familiar voice drawl from the doorway of their dorm.

Draco stood there, leaning against the doorframe with his arms and legs crossed as he looked at them with the trademarked Malfoy-Smirk. His gray eyes were soft with love though as they rested on the still giggling Harry. He pushed himself away from the doorway, gliding over to them and sitting down behind the brunette, drawing his Mate back to rest against his chest, his arms surrounding him tenderly as he lifted Harry up into his arms and set him back down onto his lap, holding him close and pressing a gentle kiss to his still trembling lips.

Harry kissed him back, lips parting under Draco's automatically, feeling the blonde's tongue slip out to taste him, gliding over his lips like silk and into his mouth easily. Harry arched slightly, shifting in the Slytherin's arms, pressing their torsos closer together and twining his hands through his hair as he made a soft, moan-like sound, ending the kiss reluctantly and burying his face against his chest.

"I missed you, Dray..." Draco smiled, lifting a slender hand to stroke his long hair tenderly, not even surprised when he started to purr softly. "I missed you too, Harry baby." "Mmmmmm," Harry hummed, burrowing closer to his lover's body eagerly. "Um, Harry..." Ron interrupted them with a slightly nervous cough.

"I know that I said that I can understand why you love him, and I was being completely honest, but that doesn't mean that I want you making out on my bed. I mean, I have to sleep here tonight."

"It was just a kiss, Ro," Harry sighed softly, reaching out to take his best friend's hand with his. He squeezed his fingers gently in his, visibly brightening as he smiled at him. "So will you come to the Manor for Christmas?"

"I don't know, Har. It's not that I'm worried about being there, I just feel like I'd be in the way. You two are pretty amorous right now since you just got together. I really don't want to see anything that I shouldn't."

"Don't worry about that, okay? We've already talked about toning it down in front of his parents. We're restraining ourselves to handholding and brief kisses and caresses when we're not in Draco's room, I promise. I really want you to be there for my first Christmas with Dray, Ron, please?" Harry looked at him with a slight grin, his emerald green eyes pleading with him.

"Oh, come on, Harry, no, don't make the sappy eyes at me, please..."

The brunette's smile vanished, his lower lip actually quivering slightly as he sniffled softly, his green eyes filling up with moisture before he rubbed at his nose with the back of his free hand adorably. "P-Please, Ro..." Harry begged, shocking his best friend and his lover both when the tears actually spilled over, leaving salty trails down his cheeks. "I really want you to be there with us..."

"Okay, okay," Ron agreed quickly. "Just don't cry, alright?"

"You mean it?" Harry asked with a trembling smile. "You'll come?"

"Yes. I will. But I reserve the right to tell you when you're getting to hot-and-heavy with Malfoy."

"Deal," Draco agreed. "Though it won't happen where you can see it anyway."

"Good."

Neither of them said anything else to Harry about his unexpected-show of emotion, not wanting to upset him further, just assuming that he was tired and needed to sleep. They talked for a while longer, but eventually Harry stopped speaking, relaxing back into his lover's embrace and closing his eyes. Draco lifted him higher into his arms and stood up, smiling, his gray eyes gentle as Harry curled into his body, twining his arms around his neck with a soft, contented sigh, laying his head on his shoulder, eyelashes fluttering as he clung to him.

The Slytherin carried Harry to his bed, drawing his wand and changing the brunette's clothes for his green silk pajamas. Then he changed his for ice blue silk pajamas, laying both of their wands on the bedside table before crawling into the bed with Harry in his arms. He pulled the covers over them both, tucking the Gryffindor against his side and putting an arm around his shoulders. Harry curled into a loose ball, squirming closer to him and laying his head in the space between his neck and shoulder, his breathing soft and even in Draco's ear as he pressed a tender kiss to the hollow behind the shell of his ear.

"I love you, Draco..."

"I love you, too, Harry baby," he returned, the promise that he spoke shining in the depths of his eyes like starlight, smiling when the brunette started to purr quietly when he lifted a hand to stroke his long hair gently.

"Goodnight..." Harry whispered, placing a final kiss to his silk covered shoulder.

"Goodnight, Love."

"See you in the morning."

"Oh, you'll see me," Draco teased, his voice low and seductive as he kissed the Gryffindor's lips briefly. "You'll see all of me..."

Harry flushed, trembling at his words, but he didn't have the energy to respond, so he just nodded, drifting off to sleep in the blonde's protecting arms quickly.