Disclaimer: I still own nothing, just the plot…if you can call it that…I just like to take J.K.s characters and play around with them for my amusement and that amusement of others.

Wow! I can't believe all of the feedback I've been getting! Thanks to everyone who put this on their story alert (I can't believe that I have more than 10 people on that by the way.) Though there could definitely be some improvement in the review department hint hint

And…yeah. You finally get to see what Draco has been hiding this past year! And I loved reading the couple of guesses that I did receive!

Okay. I hope you enjoy. Sorry it's so short.

And a special thanks to my beta Sing-Your-Heart-Out!! You rock girlfriend!!

Draco almost had a miscarriage. He has to go on bed rest. We almost lost our baby. There was something he wanted to tell me. He said it was important. Draco almost had a miscarriage….

The same thoughts were still reeling around Harry's head. He felt like he did when Draco's Medi-witch had told him about how he could endanger the baby if he kept going like he was.

Well, Merlin were they right.

He was starting to get a headache to go with his churning stomach and tight chest.

Harry ceased his pacing across the floor of his empty bedroom to flop back on the bed that he shared with Draco.

Deciding that it would be a good idea to call Ron and Hermione, Harry once again withdrew his nearly forgotten phone from his back pocket.

As the phone rang, Harry once more found himself reminiscing on the days when Hermione had brought home her and Ron's first phone and reminded him how to use it. Especially how you don't have to yell into the mouthpiece for the other person to hear you. The first week that Ron re-acquainted himself with the phone involved a couple of accidentally dialed emergency calls, dozens of muggle pizza deliveries to their house (you mean you just call them and they bring it right to you?!!), scores of prank calls made to people that Ron and Harry didn't even know, and the lectures to accompany them, the midnight calls to Harry because Ron still didn't know that it worked 24 hours a day and was testing it out, the time-

"Hello? Harry?" Say it with me 'caller I.D.'.

"Yeah it's me," Harry sighed in response.

"How's Draco? Was he awake when you saw him?" Hermione questioned without preamble. Harry felt slightly lifted by her tone; she was honestly worried. She cared about Draco-oh not as much as him, he was sure no one ever would, but she cared.

"He's…he's…" Harry paused not knowing what to say. Sighing, Harry ran an agitated hand through his hair and sighed before replying. "Honestly? He's taking all of this really hard. A lot harder than I thought that even he would."

After Hermione's next couple of questions of why, what happened and the like Harry went on to retell what happened in Draco's hospital room that night; his voice breaking when he got to the part about how hard Draco was being on himself about this.

For a moment the silence reverberated along the phone lines, the hollow absence of words echoing throughout waiting for someone to break the silence. After a few moments, Harry did.

"He-he wanted to tell me something before he went back to sleep. I think he was going to tell me what's been bothering him all this time."

"Harry…" Hermione whispered leaving his name drifting, not knowing what to add.

"I just…I just didn't think I could take anything else. I didn't think he could take anything else, even." Harry sighed. "Is that a bad thing?"

The question was meant to be rhetorical, however Hermione answered it anyway, she could always tell when people were worried. "No, Harry it isn't." And she meant it. There was only so much that a person could take in one day.

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The next morning Harry wasn't able to make it to the hospital till almost eleven after putting three hours in at work that he didn't even intend to do in the first place.

Approaching his higher in command, he informed him/requested that he would need to take a short leave from work due to a family emergency. At which time they told him that it was "such an inconvenient time and the paper work about the Wellstons, Jones and Gardenas just had to be completed today." Holding his comments to himself (no use getting fired over this), he turned to relocate to his desk and started to furiously fill out the ungodly amount of paper work that just had to be done. Finishing his task and promptly filing away the papers (they just have to be done the tedious muggle way), Harry swiftly left the office and returned to the Ministry's atrium to floo to St. Nicholas' before he was assigned any more work to complete.

Rushing to Draco's room with a little more urgency than needed, he quickly passed through the entrance and the receptions desk, headed up the flights of stairs that led to the second floor and strode down to the Murphy Ward.

Unlike the night before, the door to Draco's room was already open therefore Harry cleared his throat nervously to make his presence known to Draco, who was staring at the wall. He couldn't shake the feeling of nervousness and even tension that hung in the air.

Slightly startled by the noise, Draco did a small jump as he started and he shifted his gaze to the door. "Hey."

"Hey," Harry returned smiling. After another moment had passed just standing in the doorway, he moved to relocate to Draco's bedside. As he was not sure if Draco would be comfortable with him getting into bed with him as he did the night before, he opted to sit back in the wooden chair. Draco didn't complain.

For a few minutes they both sat in silence, listening to the sounds drifting around the room. Harry shifted in his chair, wondering if he should say something or let Draco be the one to talking, wanting to find out yet scared of what might come.

"Harry, I-" Draco began breaking the silence. "I have something I need to tell you. It's just…" Though faltering, Draco's voice was outwardly confident, but Harry recognized the worry as clearly as if it was his own.

"Just what?" He asked soothingly.

"These last few months I haven't been completely honest with you." Draco stopped playing with the corner of his bed covers for a moment and glanced at Harry. Their eyes met for a fraction of a second, and Harry couldn't help but feel a rush of love for the blonde run through him like a bolt of lightening. Even as the smile slipped onto his face though, Draco tore his eyes away again and resumed playing with his sheets.

"At the time I just didn't know how to tell you about it. I guess I'm still not over it, if this is any indication and…well…" he broke off.

"Love," Harry began, "you're not making any sense." Harry reached out and took Draco's hand in his own.

Draco didn't look at him; instead he kept his gaze focused on their joined hands in his lap. "This…it isn't the first time we've gotten pregnant, Harry. I had-I had a miscarriage last year." He whispered that last bit, still looking at their joined hands instead of at Harry.

The air seemed so thick, stifling. Harry sat, shocked by this new revelation and concentrated on remembering how to breathe.

"It was around when you were finishing your Auror training and started following all those leads to find the last of Voldemort's supporters." Draco continued. "I was only about four weeks along when I found out, but when I went to my first check up when I was six weeks, I'd already lost the baby. They said it was due to stress and that my body wasn't strong enough to carry a baby at the time. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I just didn't know how. And now I almost lost this baby too. They said it wasn't my fault, but I know it was!" Draco was nearing hysterics now. "I killed our child, Harry. We could have had a baby and I killed it. I'm awful, I'm horrible. And I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Draco broke down and began to sob.

Harry was up in a second, and sat on the edge of Draco's bed, gathering him in his arms as best he had the night before. "Hey, it's okay. It's okay, love," he murmured, "I know you didn't mean to. I know, I know. You didn't kill our child. It wasn't your fault. It's okay. It's alright."

Moments later, Harry felt a river of tears running down his own cheeks, causing him to hug Draco even tighter; he never wanted to let him go.

Ten minutes passed in this fashion of Harry trying to console Draco, before he finally showed signs that his tears were spent.

Even though Draco was no longer crying, Harry continued to hold him and whisper into his ear.

"I want you to promise me something." Harry told him after a minute, shifting to look into his lover's silver/gray eyes.

Draco nodded slowly in response.

"If something is bothering you, you need to tell me so I can help you with it."

Taking a deep breath, Draco looked Harry straight in the eyes and promised that he would.

Something I've done that I can't outrun, something I've done that I can't outrun
Maybe you should wait, maybe you should run
But there's something you've said that can't be undone
-"Fall Away" by The Fray

A/N: Well that's it. Man, I really hated that ending, but whatever. I can't decide what it is but there's just something…wrong with this chapter…tell me if you can figure out what it is. And I was actually going to end it there...but unfortunately (for me) I was struck with an idea for another chapter.

I have yet to finish the next chapter, but as soon as it's complete and betaed I'll post it. I don't know when that will be though.

Please review if you feel inclined to do so!