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Dean pulled himself out of Draco and slumped next to him.

"Fuck," he panted. "Fuck."

"Here," Draco gasped, handing a lit cigarette to Dean, who accepted it. Draco took a long drag of his. "That was fucking amazing."

"Fuck."

"You were brilliant. I can't believe how long you went."

"Fuck."

"Did you fuck me so hard that you broke your vocabulary banks?"

"Fuck."

"Merlin, shut up and kiss me, you gorgeous fool."

As they kissed, a voice piped up. "Excuse me," they heard Harry say. "Now you two have finished fucking, could you please be quiet? Me and Blaise are trying to sleep."

Dean looked at Draco. "Fuck," he grinned.

*

The following week passed by uneventfully. Blaise's memory was restored further, and his relationship with Harry grew even stronger than before.

Exactly one week after their night of passion, Draco walked into the boy's dorm with a rattling bag and a grim face.

"Dean," he said. "Do the pregnancy test on me. If I'm pregnant, you guys can celebrate." He held the bag out. Harry took it and saw bottles of Firewhisky, elfin wine and Butterbeer. "If I'm not, we can commiserate."

"Hold on," Blaise said. "You think you're pregnant?"

"Kinda. Well, we spoke about having a baby, and we had sex without a contraception charm, so I just want to check."

Dean pointed his wand at Draco's stomach. "Prueba Embarazo," he said, as Draco closed his eyes tight. In the darkness behind his eyelids, he heard the other boys gasp.

"What? What is it?"

"Open your eyes."

"I don't want to. Tell me."

"Draco, open your eyes or I won't kiss you for a week."

"God, you're a tease, Dean." Draco slowly opened his eyes. "Show me then." Dean held his wand in front of Draco's eyes. It was lit at the end.

"Red. What's that mean?"

"Red means...you're not pregnant. I'm sorry, Drake." Dean hugged the blonde.

"Mmm...oh well, it was worth a try. Maybe we should wait until we're a bit older anyway." Draco took the bag back from Harry and pulled out a bottle of Firewhisky. He opened it and held it high. "To Harry and Blaise's baby. May he always be happy." With that, he took a long drink. "Anyone going to drink with me?"

*

A few hours later, and three of the four boys were happily drunk. Harry, on the other hand, was annoyingly sober, and spent a lot of his time running his fingers through Blaise's hair.

"So," Draco slurred, leaning on Dean. "When are we going to have a foursome?"

If he had been drinking, Harry would have sprayed it across the room. "What?" he asked incredulously.

"Well, we should," the blonde continued. "The four of us are too fucking hot not too."

"If this is a very subtle way to get me into bed with you, Draco, it's not working." Draco giggled at Harry's brash statement. "And besides, I'm still pregnant, in case you haven't noticed. And, no offence to you or anything, but you still have boobs. I'm not really a boob person."

"Ooo," Blaise squeaked. "Did I not get rid of them?"

"No, you didn't."

"Well, I swore I did. I've been able to for a while."

"How long?"

"About 2...3...maybe 6 days?"

"You mean you could have got rid of these...these monstrosities for almost a week?" Draco pulled out his wand and pointed it threateningly at Blaise. "Why didn't you?"

"Point your wand at him, not me," Blaise laughed, pointing at Dean. "He asked me to leave them for a while. I don't understand why though. I've never understood the appeal."

Draco swung round to Dean. "What?!"

"I said you look hot with them. Not that you don't look hot without them. I just wanted you to keep them for a bit."

"You silly bastard!" Draco cried, hitting Dean on the arm. "You could have just asked!"

"Really? And you would have kept them?"

"Fuck no! But you still should have asked!" He turned to Blaise, who was currently engaged with Harry. "Blaise. Blaise! BLAISE!!!" The boys broke apart. Draco aimed his wand at Blaise again. "Get rid of them, now!"

"Oh, you're such a spoilsport." Regardless of his disappointment, Blaise waved his own wand in Draco's direction. Draco looked down at his now flat chest with glee.

"Now I'm all man again," Draco said to Harry. "Up for that foursome now?"

"Still pregnant, Draco!"

"Shit."

*

In the morning, Harry and Blaise were tucking into their breakfast when a barn owl swooped down and dropped a letter into Harry's cornflakes. Harry used a Drying Charm on it before opening it. He read the letter with wide, frightful eyes, before passing it to Blaise. Blaise quickly scanned the letter before promptly fainting into his toast.

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