Draco had a dream where Harry was wanking him in the tub. Then all of a sudden, he woke up and there was white fluid all over his bed and his chest. He was lying on his stomach panting, with his pants and pajama bottoms worked halfway down. His blanket was tossed off to the unused side of the bed, but he was still sweating.

"Shite!" Draco exclaimed, sitting up.

"What's going on?" Harry asked from the floor, just waking up.

"I didn't mean to. I was asleep," Draco said, beginning to panic. This was not good. Professor Snape would be away for the rest of the day, so he couldn't go to Snape for help. That only left mother, so he fixed himself and called, "Mother!"

"Calm down, it's going to be okay," Harry soothed, getting up from the floor and trying to figure out what was wrong. If Draco had puked, then he could just vanish the mess and get the house elves to clean the sheets. But it didn't look like puke on the sheets.

"What's going on?" Narcissa asked, running into the room.

"The baby," Draco replied, still panicking.

"What about the baby?" Harry asked.

"What happened Draco? What's this white fluid all over you?" Narcissa asked. She was about to wipe it off of her son, but then she thought better of it, remembering a very similar incident when Draco was twelve. Draco had been panicked and covered in white fluid that morning too.

"Draco?" Harry asked confused.

"I had a wet dream, mother. I'm so scared. Is the baby going to be alright? I know I wasn't supposed to, but I couldn't control it," Draco said, between rapid breaths. At least he wasn't crying this time, unlike when he was twelve.

"Sshh, it's okay. Calm down, Draco. The baby is probably fine; just give me a chance to perform a few spells.

"Here, let me clean you up," Harry said, pulling out his wand. He waited for Draco to nod and then vanished all of the spunk off of his boyfriend. He had never had his mum walk in on a wet dream, but he had had to explain why his sheets were dirty to Aunt Petunia. That had been embarrassing.

They waited as Narcissa cast the diagnostic spells. When each one was complete she assured the boys that the results were normal, but only when she finished the lot did she declare that the baby was fine and healthy. Harry was so relieved that he scooped Draco up into a great big hug, which Draco eagerly returned.

Then Draco decided to take a bath. Concerned, Harry followed after. Draco, irritated at the constant supervision, felt suffocated and tried to shake Harry. It was then that Harry remembered Hermione's impending visit and asked what time she should come over. After a bit of discussion, it was agreed she should come after lunch and stay through tea.

While Draco bathed, Harry told Hermione the plan and retrieved his occlumency book from her.

Harry returned to find Draco getting dressed in the dragon room. "I told Hermione. She'll be here after lunch," he said.

"Good," Draco replied pulling on his summer robes over the long sleeve swim shirt the room had provided him. He didn't want Hermione seeing his second cervix, so he had asked for a shirt that would cover it and be appropriate to swim in.

Harry noticed all of the layers Draco was putting on, while dressing in his swim trunks for the beach. Harry himself had his school robes on over his swimming trunks, but not so many layers. "Are you trying to hide your body from Hermione? You don't look fat," Harry tried to reassure Draco. On the television, pregnant women were always concerned about looking fat.

"Yes, but that's not it," Draco admitted.

"Then what is?" Harry asked confused.

"This," Draco said, lifting up his summer robes and the swim shirt a few inches to show the second cervix.

"Draco, that little bit of bulge is nothing; she won't even notice it," Harry replied.

"No, not the bulge, the stupid ugly nub that is the bane of my existence."

"You're exaggerating," Harry replied, but took a second look. Okay, the cervix was fairly noticeable, but he had grown accustomed to it. It was a dusty rose shade of pink, just a few shades darker than Draco's nipples. The skin there was shiny and made Harry think that it would be covered in mucus, but Harry knew from experience that it was dry to the touch. Not that Harry had touched it much, because he was a bit afraid of it, but he had accidentally brushed across it a few times.

"No I'm not and I don't want her to see," Draco replied.

"Alright, whatever you want," Harry said.

"Boys, breakfast is ready," Narcissa called.

The three of them ate breakfast and then Harry and Draco spent the morning doing homework in the study.