Disclaimer: I own nothing in the Harry Potter world; I just like to play around with it.

Warnings: yep…pretty much the same as the last chapter. Slash, mpreg, profanity (is there any in this chapter? I don't remember…I think there is…), slightly AU (as it disregards parts of Deathly Hallows), and OOCness (forgot to put that in the last chapter).

A/N: Thanks to my beta Sing-Your-Heart-Out! Without you, fic would make absolutely no sense.

Oh! And note that this chapter takes place about 2 or 3 weeks later than chapter one.

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It was only nine o'clock on a Saturday morning when Harry and Draco found themselves in the middle of yet another row. What started out as Harry's desperate pleas for Draco to please come downstairs for breakfast with him and eat something led to Draco telling Harry that he didn't need him breathing down his neck all day, which of course somehow led the conversation back to why Draco wouldn't tell Harry what was bothering him in the first place.

"I-it's-there's nothing wrong!"

"I've known you for 10 fucking years, Draco. I think I know when something's bothering you," Harry spat back.

So far the tally ran at 6 shattered vases, 2 broken statuettes and 2 physical assaults with Draco in the lead at 4:1:2.

"There's nothing to tell!"

"Bull!" Harry roared back. After a minute of standing across from Draco panting in his current state of agitation and rage, Harry began to calm down.

"Please," he begged, "I just-I need to know what's bothering you."

"I-I can't."

"You…can't?" Harry repeated. Draco nodded.

"Is someone threatening you? Is that it?"

"No. It's nothing like that." Draco shook his head. "I just-I can't tell you…not right now…"

"Oh," Harry breathed. It was all he could bring himself to say. For a moment they just stood there, looking at each other (or rather Harry was looking at Draco, and Draco was looking at the wall behind Harry) before Harry spoke up, trying to relieve the tension in the air.

"Well we don't have anything planned today. Do you want to go shopping for things for the baby? We haven't bought anything yet."

"Umm…well. I was thinking that we'd wait awhile, you know till I'm a little farther along, before we did that if that's okay."

"Oh," Harry repeated. "No, it's fine. We can just do something around here then."

Merlin! When did all conversations between them begin to always turn awkward?

"Good. There's this new potion that I want to brew." Seeing Harry's look, Draco added a quick, "It's just a restorative potion, Harry. It's perfectly safe." It was the look that he always flashed him when he was about to ask if "it's safe in your present condition".

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"Hullo?" Came the call from the open bedroom door.

Draco's head snapped up from the book he was reading. "Hello, Hermione. No offense, but what are you doing here?" He marked the book he was 'reading' (i.e. staring blankly at) and sat it down on the night table. He could do without this.

"Harry asked us to come over and see how you are and tell you that he'd be home late tonight, plus it's been awhile since I've seen you and I just wanted to talk to you again," she answered crossing the room to sit on the edge of the bed near the sulky blonde. She guessed the news of Harry being late home hadn't been well received.

"Us?" He asked suspiciously. You mean the Weasel, I mean, Ron, is here too?"

"Yes, Ron's in the kitchen." Hermione stressed the name to show that Draco was going to get along with her husband, or else.

"Great. Now we, and by we I mean Harry, are going to have to go grocery shopping," Draco groaned making Hermione laugh softly.

"At least you don't have to live with him," she replied.

The friendly banter continued for a few more moments. Over the past few years of Harry and Draco's relationship, he, Ron, and Hermione decided to bury the hatchet and finally try to get along. Ron and Draco still didn't get along that well, but Draco and Hermione had a lot more in common than either of them would have thought and easily became friends.

"So where is Harry? He's usually home by now." Draco instantly realized how stupid he sounded. He just liked to know where Harry was.

"Ron said that they were leaving the office when the Minister saw them and cornered Harry, so he's probably still stuck at the Ministry, most likely in the Minister's office." After all the war business was over Harry and Ron both underwent Auror training, and were now, slowly but surely, making there way up the ladder. Naturally, Draco watched from the sidelines and made sure that Harry got the promotions that he would have been to shy to accept.

"Oh…that figures." Draco replied with a small yawn. He was tired, he just wanted to sleep right about now.

"Oh, Ron told me that he would bring something up for you from the kitchen if you wanted."

Draco scoffed. "Harry's idea, right?" came the spiteful reply. Who'd believe that the Weasel would offer to bring anyone else food, when he was in a room that completely surrounded him with it?

"He just worries about you." Hermione chided softly.

" Well, I'm fine. I'm a grown man, I think I can bloody eat on my own by now!" Subconsciously, Draco crossed his arms.

"We all know that. But if you would just do it without anyone telling you to a hundred times-"

"Merlin, what the hell do you want from me?!," Draco yelled jumping up, "I'm not starving myself and I'm not starving my baby. I eat, okay! You don't need to call Harry so he can come rushing back here to watch my arse all day and force feed me fifteen thousand times a day! So, please just leave me—ow!" the blonde gasped, his eyes growing wide, his right hand moving to tightly clutch his stomach.

"Draco?!" Hermione was on her feet in a second, well aware that something was wrong.

Draco screamed from the pain coursing through his abdomen. Pointing at something over on a small table in the corner, he cried out "Call Harry" before falling over the bed and sinking down, down, down, into inky blackness.

"Oh Merlin, Draco!!" Hermione screamed. "RON!! Help! It's Draco!" She whipped around to where Draco had pointed, and heard Ron's footsteps as he raced upstairs.

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From where he sat across from the Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, Harry's cell rang. Scrimgeour looked pointedly at Harry, and opened his mouth to reprimand him for daring to have a cell phone (a muggle device, no less!) switched on in the Minister's presence.

Harry held up a hand to ask Scrimgeour for a moment, as he looked at the caller I.D. "Can you excuse me for a moment? It says it's my boyfriend's cell, I didn't even know he knew how to use the damn thing." Harry tried to keep his voice light, but there was a twinge of panic in his stomach.

"Can't it wait?" The minister snapped. He was anxious to get back to the chat that he was having with "the great Harry Potter" since he finally had a minute alone with him. "I mean surely, it can't be that important," he coaxed.

"I guess so…." He replied returning the phone back to his pants pocket against his greater instincts.

"Well then! So then I turned to Sophia and-" the phone began ringing again. They ignored it. And a minute later it rang again.

Harry endured listening to the minister's babble for another 15 minutes before he decided that enough was enough and he had to get out of there, lest he be subjected to listening to another story of what happened at the Christmas party last year the Harry had "forgotten" to attend. He was sure that there was a point to this meeting, but he just didn't care anymore. Besides, he was beginning to panic from the number of calls that he was receiving from Draco's cell.

"I'm sorry minister, but I should probably be getting home. Maybe we can finish our talk tomorrow after work?" Like hell he'd be staying three hours after work to talk to this man again.

"Sure, sure. I understand. I'll see you tomorrow then!" Scrimgeour looked at Harry excitedly like he couldn't wait; it still did a lot of good to be seen within Harry's personal circle of friends even in these days after the war. Harry nodded quickly and rose up from his seat.

As he entered the Ministry's lobby he reached for his mobile again to see what it was that who he assumed was Draco wanted. When he heard the message, his heart stopped.

It wasn't Draco's voice, but Ron's. "It's Draco, we were over here and something went wrong with him and the baby. We're taking him to Saint Nicholas' because St. Mungo's doesn't treat things like this. Meet us there. And hurry." (1)

Knowing exactly where that was, Harry apparated there without a second thought.

Rushing through the doors of Saint Nicholas' Wizarding Hospital he headed straight towards the reception desk.

"I need to know what room Draco Malfoy is in." He was trying to keep calm, but the words came out of his mouth in an accusing tone, as though it was the receptionist's fault that Draco was ill. It was his fault, his fault, his fault; he had been pushing Draco too hard lately, today he hadn't gone home after work like he should have, he had been talking to the minister, he hadn't answered his phone and now Draco was lying somewhere in this hospital, without Harry…

After the few seconds it took of looking it up she told him he was on the second level in room 283, Murphy Ward.

He sped down the hallway and took the stairs at top speed to get there. As he ran thoughts and scenarios pounded through his head with every step.

Something went wrong? Is he going to be okay? Is the baby going to be okay? What happened?

He ran faster.

As soon as he passed into the appropriate ward he saw his friends pacing outside one of the rooms. Room 283: Draco's room.

"What happened? Is he okay?" he asked desperately, "is the baby going to be okay? How serious is it? Will he need to stay in the hospital?" the questions were tumbling out of his mouth faster and faster.

"We don't know. But," Hermione paused, as her face softened. She reached out and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "-but it looked like he was having a miscarriage, Harry."

Harry instantly felt his body go numb at the words and slumped up against the wall for support. "What happened? When you were over with him, what happened?" he whispered through numb lips.

"We went over to your house to see how he was and tell him that you were held up by the minister like you asked us to," Hermione began, "and I went upstairs to your room where he was sitting on the bed to talk to him. And we were just talking, and I brought up how he wasn't eating as much as he should." Harry groaned at this point. "He exploded at me and started screaming-" Hermione's voice was getting higher and higher "-and then he started clutching his stomach in pain, and pointed at the mobile phone so we could call you. Then… he just…passed out," Hermione finished.

"That's when Hermione started screaming for me to come up because something was wrong," Ron continued, wrapping an arm around his wife who had tears in her eyes," and Hermione gave me the phone thing that Malfoy was pointing at and I called you and she called St. Mungo's and they referred her to here so she called them. Since Mione didn't know the appropriate way to get Malfoy here, she had to tell the person that answered the firecall that they would have to send someone to come and get Malfoy. Then we just followed behind and they took him back into that room about a half an hour ago and no one told us anything. And they keep going on about these bloody papers that need to be filled out, but me and Hermione don't know much of anything so we can't fill them all out and then here we are!" Ron finished with a frantic tone and waving of his free arm.

For a moment they just stood in silence, as Harry took this all in. After all it was a bit much to hear in such a short period of time.

A moment later one the Healer's assistants returned to ask them once again if they could fill out the necessary forms. Harry said that he could take them and the assistant looked very relieved that someone had finally acquiesced to his request as he dumped about ten different forms in Harry's hands.

Still in his haze from Ron and Hermione's information, Harry made his way to a bench right across the hall from room 283's door to fill out the forms that had just been unceremoniously dumped into his possession.

He couldn't believe it. Draco? A possible miscarriage? All of the questions and statements that seemed unreal flooded through his mind, but he couldn't bear to let them slip off his tongue. Harry picked up a form instead, and got to work.

For the next ten minutes he answered questions such as Draco's birth date, blood status, medical history, family's medical history, contact information, etc. Some questions were already answered in Ron's scrawl, such as his name, and Harry could only stare at it and think of how wonderful his friends were-they had tried.

Before he knew it another twenty minutes had passed and it was already chiming the nine o'clock hour. Yet no one had entered or exited Draco's room, nor had anyone told him how the blonde was doing. Harry continued to panic, worried for both the health of his boyfriend and their unborn child.

At around half past nine someone finally exited Draco's room and approached "The Golden Trio" to tell them about how Harry's blonde love and their baby were doing.

The man that could only be described as tall, dark and handsome introduced himself as Healer Fred Morrison to the trio and began to brief them on Draco's status in a calm, reassuring manner that reminded Harry of Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"Fortunately, Draco did not lose the baby, although he came pretty close to it," he began before telling them the technicalities of the situation. "The near miscarriage is thought to have been due to excessive stress on the 'mother'. Draco's not very exemplary eating habits lately were what caused him to faint along with his body shutting down, as it couldn't cope with the miscarriage that his body was trying to undergo in his current state."

Though on the bright side, the Healer said that Draco could be released in a couple of days (a week at most), though he would have to take nutrient potions daily, probably for the rest of the duration of the pregnancy and he would have to be on complete bed rest for at least three to four weeks, of which the formerly called Golden Trio was sure wouldn't go down too well with the Malfoy heir.

Even though Draco was currently resting, Healer Morrison allowed Harry's request to see him. He gave Harry a comforting pat on the back, and told him that he could stay as long as he agreed to leave at when visiting hours ended at ten o'clock- Draco needed his rest.

Thanking his friends for staying this long, he told them that it would be okay if they went home now, and that he would talk to them tomorrow; after hugging both his best mates goodbye, Harry slowly and cautiously opened the door to Draco's room, so as not to disturb the sleeping occupant.

Harry took in all of the noise coming from the machines currently hooked up to his boyfriend, monitoring everything from his heart rate to his magic levels, wondering how someone could sleep through it.

His shoes squeaked as he padded across the room, and he flopped down in the chair by his lover's bedside. He could only watch Draco, his blonde hair spread on the pillow, his pale skin highlighted by the plain white sheets. He looked so fragile, and Harry tore his eyes away. He looked intently at the floor as a tear dropped from his eye.

"You hate me." Harry heard quietly.

Harry looked up to see Draco looking back at him, piercing silver eyes showing the remorse. "I'll never hate you," he whispered, drawing his chair closer to the bedside.

"I almost killed our baby," Draco replied, and Harry saw his shock. Harry finally realized how close it had actually been, and he knew that Draco giving words to the situation had shocked him into seeing the truth as well.

Harry stayed silent. He wasn't exactly sure what to say in this situation. Tell him that it was okay, that he didn't mean to, that he didn't so he was forgiven; all true, but none of them seemed appropriate. He just looked sadly back at Draco.

"I-I didn't mean to. Honestly, I didn't. I-I don't know what I was thinking. I put our baby in danger and I almost lost them-" Harry saw the tears in the blonde's eyes, and wished that he had spoken.

Harry was up in a second, and sat on the edge of Draco's bed, gathering him in his arms as best he could without hurting him or pulling any wires or IV's connected to him. "Hey, it's okay. It's okay, love," he murmured into Draco's hair.

Harry continued to console his broken love, until the call came that visiting hours were over. Harry ignored it, and continued to stroke Draco's hair softly. He had stopped sobbing, but the room still echoed his cries; they were uncontrollable heart-twisting sobs.

"Harry," Draco sniffed, "I have to tell you something." His eyes drooped as he spoke showing the toll of both the potions and the days events on his body.

"You can tell me tomorrow, Love."

"But I need to tell you…it's important."

"Just rest." He murmured into his lover's hair. He was just so scared that Draco would not recover from this.

A few moments later a Medi-witch came in, and Harry snarled when she ordered him to go. She backed out of the room, clearly terrified, and held up one hand. Five. Five minutes.

After five more minutes or stroking and murmured condolences, Harry spoke up.

"I have to go. But I'll come back tomorrow morning, okay? If I can't, I'll be over as soon as I can." Harry gave Draco a quick kiss on the top of his head before slowly and carefully moving from his position underneath his pregnant boyfriend, who had moved to lay in Harry's lap. With a sniff, Draco moved himself off Harry and back onto his bed.

"Be good." Harry commanded him, as he walked through the door; but the love and care was evident in his tone.

"I am always good, Potter." Harry smiled. Finally, some of the old Draco was shining through.

A/N: (1): Yeah…I made up Saint Nicholas'…and believe it or not I was not thinking of Santa Claus but Nicholas Flamel…so...yeah.

And please don't hate me for doing that. But it had to be done! Though in the next chapter Draco finally tells Harry what's been bothering him!

Only one or two more chapters left though….sorry for that taking so long to update! I'll put up the next one when I can!

Review if you feel so inclined; helps me know what everyone thinks. And thanks for reading!