Disclaimer: Yep, I still own nothing. JKR is the genius that created and owns the Harry Potter world, I just like to play around in it!

A/N: Sorry this took so long! It's been like a month, and I know that it's no excuse but I've been quite busy lately. But in honor of solving all but two of the questions on my PreCalculus homework, I decided to update. Sorry if this doesn't make much sense though…I wrote almost all of it late at night when I was supposed to be sleeping…stupid having to go to school early in the morning…

But this chapter kinda lays on the angst/negative emotions, so…you've been warned. And if it seems a little bit different in style from the previous three chapters, I apologize. I listened to different music when I wrote this chapter. : P

Thanks to Sing-You-Heart-Out for being such a kiss ass beta!

It had been another three hours before Harry had even tried to leave Draco's bedside.

After their first, and what Harry was sure was not to be their last, bout of tears, the two just sat reveling in being in each others' presence; no words were passed between the two, their only contact being Harry's grasp of Draco's smaller hand, their fingers entwined together.

Harry sat quietly, encompassed in his own sadness. But he couldn't grant himself the liberty of crying once again. Not right now, not in front of Draco.

He told himself that he would be strong, temporarily putting aside his own heartache and his own sadness to help comfort his love. Harry had to be there for him, being the strength that both of them both wanted, no needed at times like these.

Seeing Draco sag back a bit in his bed, Harry knew that he was falling back asleep, giving Harry some time to let his mind wander, to let his mind begin to try to absorb and sift through all of the information that had been thrown at him in the last few days.

He watched as Draco's breathing deepened and slowed, a half-smile gracing his features.

Harry's mind quickly scrolled back to their conversation from just earlier that day.

Was it really just three short hours ago? It seemed much longer than that; lifetimes even.

Looking up to see Draco's face, he saw the small lines marring his features; the worry, fear, and sadness that he refused to let show during his waking hours. And although Draco had promised him that he would tell him about anything that was bothering him, Harry still couldn't help but feel doubtful about it; it was just the way that Draco was; forever his secretive Slytherin Prince.

Thinking about Draco's feelings over what Harry had become to deem "the situation", Harry couldn't quite place his own feelings. Hurt? Betrayed? Anger? Sadness? Yes. Without a doubt, Harry knew that he felt all of those things, the feelings churning inside of him, some seeming like they were trying to fight for dominance over all the others.

Taking in Draco's still form on the bed, Harry stood from his chair, its wooden frame creaking audibly despite his hopes that it wouldn't. Typical.

For a moment, Harry allowed himself the narrow hope that Draco wouldn't hear the resounding creak and would continue sleeping; however he knew Draco better. He was a terribly light sleeper, and sure enough, Draco opened his eyes to look sleepily at him.

"Sorry, love. Go back to sleep. I'll be right back." Harry whispered to him.

"Where are you going?" Draco slurred in his current sleepy state.

"I just have to go to the loo." (A/N: Ha!! Loo!!!…sorry…I'm an American.)

"Please-" he hesitated, and closed his eyes. Harry knew that what he was about to say would cause a blow to Draco's pride. "Don't leave me." Draco said it with so much pain in his voice that Harry couldn't help but think that he meant it in more ways than one.

Leaning down, Harry gently pressed his lips against Draco's in a brief kiss.

"I'll be back. I promise," he said standing back up to leave the room.

True to his word, he swiftly walked down the corridor in search of the loo that he knew had to be present somewhere.

After a few minutes of walking around the ward, he finally located the door hiding in a corner that he'd already passed half a dozen times.

A quick look around the room showed Harry what he was hoping for: that he was alone.

And with that wonderful noiseless solitude, he was able to release everything, able to let the tears fall, able to let his feelings overwhelm him.

Without a second though, Harry whipped his fist back and half a second later it collided with the bathroom wall, crushing the silent with an echoing crunch.

"Dammit…" he breathed. Bolts of pain ripped their way up Harry's arm, but he barely registered them as he lifted up his hand to inspect his surely broken fist.

Broken.

Broken like his heart; broken like his Draco; broken like their relationship.

Feeling his demeanor snapping at the seams, tears began to leak out of his eyes, spilling down his cheeks in a torrential downpour in his mental anguish. He had almost forgotten what the act of crying was; it had been so long since he had allotted himself the privilege of doing so.

Sinking down to the floor, he pulled his knees to his chest as he began to sob uncontrollably to the empty room.

I just…I don't think I can do this. How can we get through something like this?

After about fifteen minutes of purging his soul through his tears, he finally calmed down enough to breath properly.

Wiping the back of his hand across his running nose, he stood up from the dirty floor.

He needed to think. There had already been a year of thinking for Draco. Well, Harry needed his time too.

Striding out of the bathroom, instead of turning right, the direction that would lead him back to Draco's room, he turned left the quickest way to the exit of the hospital.

Passing through the squeaking double doors, Harry turned and apparated to a place that would hopefully allow him to think and give him some insight about what he wanted to do now; what he should do now.

Flashback

Harry paced across the stretch of hallway outside their bedroom door.

Today was Draco's first appointment with a Medi-Witch since he had become pregnant.

A small smile tugged at Harry's cheeks at the thought. Draco's pregnant! A moment later, his small smile had exploded into a smile that took up at least half of his face; a smile that Draco would have deemed "scary"…and then kissed it off. But sadly, Draco was on the other side of the door, and therefore unable to do so.

Harry resumed his pacing.

When the Medi-Witch, a woman by the name of Karen Coulbie, who requested that she simply be called Madam Karen, arrived three-quarters of an hour prior, Draco had promptly told Harry to get out of the room. As Harry had closed the door, he faintly heard Draco mumbling to himself about how Harry was too easily excited and he didn't want to deal with him at the moment.

Harry, on the other hand, thought that he had every right to be excited. After all, his boyfriend, who he loved more than anything was pregnant, and it was his first check-up. First! There wouldn't be any more first checkups, so Harry didn't see any reason to not to feel like the first man to discover fire. This was a feeling of elation that Harry couldn't compare to anything else before; not when Hagrid first told him that he was a wizard, or when he first flew on a broom; nor when he defeated Lord Voldemort. This was the feeling of elation that went with Draco. Almost anything, almost everything to do with him.

About five minutes later Madame Karen finally emerged from their bedroom.

"Is he doing alright? Is the baby alright?" Harry asked. Now he was suddenly alert, and his heart was beating faster then he could ever remember.

"They are both doing just fine so far." She answered, chuckling softly to herself. 'She must get that a lot' Harry mused to himself.

Harry let out a breath that he didn't even know that he was holding at the news.

"Though," she continued, "Mr. Malfoy doesn't seem to be taking as great of care of himself as he should be," she chastised. "He really does need to start eating more!"

"I know," Harry sighed, not wishing to elaborate any further.

Seeing that she had struck some sort of a chord with the younger wizard, she changed the subject. "Now, I have a few questions to ask you," she began.

Harry nodded, letting her know that he was listening. Draco must not be cooperating with her…not that I'm surprised.

"Do you know if he's been experiencing any cramps?" the Medi-Witch asked.

Harry shook his head. "Um…no. I don't know," he answered. "But I honestly don't think he'd tell me even if he was," he told the Madame truthfully.

She made a slight "Hmm…" noise in the back of her throat.

"Could…um.." Harry began stuttering a bit. "Could you tell me how far along he is?" he asked trying avoid having Madame Karen ask him another question that he was sure he wouldn't know the answer to.

"Almost seven weeks."

Harry nodded a little at the news, his mind still spiraling a bit. This news made his impending fatherhood feel even more real.

"Now," Madame Karen continued, switching to use her 'professional voice', "It seems that Mr.Malfoy has been quite stressed lately, which is putting unnecessary strain on the pregnancy. That, along with his apparent low food intake, is not good for him while he's in this condition," she chastised again as if it was all Harry's fault.

Harry sighed again, nodding. "I know," he answered, not knowing how to explain that he had been trying for the last year to get his blonde lover to eat more, and how he had become even more desperate as of late.

"If he keeps going like this, he'll endanger his baby and might even make himself sick."

Harry's ears rang at the Medi-Witches' statement, the sentence echoing over and over in his brain.

End flashback

I must not tell lies.

Draco recalled the faint scars on the back of Harry's hand that he could make out if he looked close enough, still remaining from Umbridge's reign in their fifth year, even after all the years that have passed.

I must not tell lies.

A seemingly mocking reminder to Draco that maybe he had made a promise to Harry that he couldn't keep. He had promised to always tell Harry when something was bothering him. Could he do that?

Could he tell Harry that he was scared? That this impending fatherhood alone had him scared shitless? That he was afraid he would turn out as much of a failure of a father as his own dad was to him? That he feared that he would end up becoming that man that he hated, the man that never really raised him? Raising his child beneath his fist, or should he say cane, programming them from a young age that they were, that they needed to be better than everyone else. That he feared that he would fail his child? Fail Harry?

No. He couldn't.

Hearing the door creak, he looked up to see Harry enter the room slipping through the doorway so silently; he looked as though he was afraid to intrude on something.

Draco just turned his head, staring at the wall in the exact spot that their bedroom window would be.

"What are you thinking about?" Draco looked up to meet Harry's eyes, which were looking inquisitively back at him.

That I can't do this. That you deserve better. "Nothing," was what he heard come out of his mouth, and a little too quickly. He could never lie to Harry properly. Harry always, always, seemed to know.

Harry looked at him for a few moments, his eyes telling Draco that he didn't quite believe what he had said. Draco dropped his gaze back to his lap. Why should Harry care anyway? "I'll be right back" Huh.

Harry gently hooked a finger beneath Draco's chin, slowly raising his head in a silent request to look at him.

"Hey. You know that you can tell me anything, right?" And you remember that you promised me to share what's bothering you, right?

It was meant to be a rhetorical question; a sign that Harry was listening and willing to talk to Draco about anything on his mind.

Still trying desperately not to meet Harry's gaze lest his eyes betray him and his thoughts, Draco nodded to answer his question anyway, "I know."

"You're not terribly angry are you?"

"Why would I be angry?" Harry asked in response, curiosity shining in his green eyes. "I can admit that I am upset, but I'm not angry. Never, with you." Not anymore…he added to himself.

"But you said that you wouldn't leave me…you said that you would be right back," Draco said and Harry knew that he was not just alluding to the even that had just transpired when he "went to the loo" for three hours.

"I just…I needed some time to think, to gather my own thoughts. But I swear to you, Draco Malfoy, that I am not angry and I do not hate you," Harry declared putting emphasis on the last words, looking Draco straight in the eyes.

"I didn't even tell you about it…" Draco started, attempting to get Harry to see why he shouldn't just up and forgive him about this, "and then I started pushing you away. It was a lot easier than being around you, knowing that I couldn't bring myself to tell you about last time."

From the way Draco said this, Harry again got the feeling that no matter what, Draco would never ever fully get over the fact that he miscarried their first child. Even though the unfortunate event was not his fault.

"No, Draco. I already told you that I don't-that I could never hate you, not really. At least, not anymore," he said remembering back Hogwart's days when they were enemies, "I'm just sorry that you had to go through all of this alone."

Draco nodded; eyes beginning to burn with unshed tears once more. Why couldn't he just hate him? How could Harry be so understanding?

"But," Harry started breaking the silence that had fallen upon them once more, "what I want to know is: now that I know everything that's been going on with you lately, what's your side of the story on what happened the other night?"

"Why do you need to know my side?" He didn't ask it bitterly, or scathingly; just a quiet inquiry that no one would ever expect to come out of the mouth of Draco Malfoy.

"I'm just curious," Harry answered, even though they both knew that that wasn't his real reason for asking.

Draco fidgeted slightly under Harry's gaze. "Erm…well I remember I'd been feeling kinda queer all that day; not a bad feeling or anything just…strange.

"I was reading this book on the magical purposes of tree bark, and their importance in some potions when Hermione announced herself at the bedroom door. I didn't ever hear her come up the stairs, or come into the house for that matter. I must have really been out of it that day.

"And Hermione and I were talking about the usual things that we talk about: how are we, what have we been up to, if we'd read any good books lately, how you and Ron are driving us crazy, and other things of that sort. Then she told me something about how Ron was there and he was in the kitchen, probably eating everything in sight no less, and he'd offered to bring me up something if I wanted it. That just made me…angry. Really angry. I was just so tired of everyone trying to look after me and coax me into things."

Draco sighed. "Though I still did end up in the bloody hospital," he added with his morbid sense of humour; Harry didn't find it the least bit funny.

"Do you remember what happened after that?"

"You already know what happened," he responded, trying to avoid answering Harry's question.

"Not from you."

"It was…scary. Frightening more like.

"It's just…this entire time I've known I've been pregnant, I've been trying to, I guess, deny that I'm actually pregnant in case I lost the baby like last time. But before I…I passed out, I was thinking 'Oh Merlin, I could actually lose them.' "

Harry reached over to gently take Draco's smaller hand into his own.

"And the pain-." Draco stopped, and his face was turned up into an unpleasant grimace at the memory. "Can we not talk about it anymore?" he quietly asked of Harry, his eyes pleading with Harry's green ones.

Harry gave a quick inclination of his head. "Okay." And we won't, he decided, at least not for a while.

"How much longer do I have to stay here?" Draco inquired with something between curiosity and a whine.

"Just until tomorrow, or the day after at the latest." Harry responded reaching over to run his fingers through Draco's fine hair, a smile shifting onto his face.

Nodding, Draco's eyes fluttered closed. "That's good. I don't like it here," he whispered more to himself than to Harry.

Harry chuckled slightly under his breath. 'I never would have guessed!' he thought sarcastically.

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It's been two weeks since Harry had noticed that Draco had started eating again, albeit that it had started while he was still admitted in the hospital.

No longer was he making excuses or lying about his eating habits, or just slightly nibbling on the food on his plate, or pushing it around; he was actually eating it. A little grudgingly, but at least he was finally doing what Harry had been trying to get him to do for months. It was one of the happiest moments of Harry's life, placed directly below when Draco told him that he was pregnant, and right above the day that he had finally defeated that bastard the "Dark Lord" Voldemort.

It had been one week since Harry had brought Draco home from the hospital. Eight days since Draco had started his bed rest. One hundred and ninety-two hours since Draco had started complaining about how bored he was.

Harry was this close from just snapping at him and telling him that he stayed in bed practically all day before, and he found plenty of things to do to keep himself occupied then.

But he held his tongue.

Since Draco's confession of his miscarriage of their first child the previous year and hearing his thoughts on what had transpired a week ago at the hospital, their relationship could only be described as 'rocky at best'.

Harry being cautious around Draco, not wanting him to have another emotional breakdown by saying the wrong thing, but also not sure what to say at the same time. While on the other hand, Draco continued to wallow in self pity, still wondering how he was so lucky to deserve anyone as wonderful as Harry Potter in his life, or rather as his life.

This, in fact, was one of the many things that Draco contemplated during his long, lonely hours while Harry was at work at the ministry.

Looking at the many tomes, wizarding novels, and potions books that littered the area within his reach, he decided that none actually piqued his interest at the moment.

The moment he was impatiently waiting for wasn't even something as large as being able to get off of the bed to which he'd been damned, but simply the moment that Harry would return home from another day in the office.

The best part of his days, and the only thing that he really looked forward to. Even through all of his boredom, Draco decided that bed rest wasn't really all that bad. But what he wanted was Harry home with him to keep him company, to talk to, to hold him, to keep him entertained. Sure, he could always call Hermione and she was sure to be over in an instant, but it just wasn't the same.

Reaching for his wand, he quickly conjured a piece of parchment and a quill.

Harry, I'm bored. He quickly scrawled before calling for his owl and sending the letter off.

A few minutes later he received his response.

I know, love. But I'm sort of busy right now. Try to read one of your books or something. And I just got back to work from lunch an hour ago, surely you can't be this bored already.

Draco snorted. Of course he was this bored already. This passed week seemed to be nothing but constant boredom for most of his day.

But I miss you…he quickly replied before sending the note off once more.

I know, but I'll be back home in a couple of hours. Harry wrote back.

Choosing his words carefully, Draco wrote his response.

That's too long. He wrote at the risk of sounding whiny, even on paper. Besides, I have something I need you to help me with.

I was just home, love. Why didn't you have me help you then? Harry responded in his untidy scrawl underneath Draco's last message.

Not knowing what to write in answer to that, Draco just answered "Because" and sent the letter off once more.

As he waited for his next message back from Harry, Draco decided that Harry was either really swamped or he didn't know what to write as it took the longest period of time yet before he received his note back from Harry.

Okay.

But I really have to go now.

I love you.

Draco smiled, putting the letter aside and taking up one of his many tomes from the floor beside their bed. It was their schooldays all over again.

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"Harry!" Draco called as he heard him apparate with a crack into the sitting room downstairs. "Can you come here?" he asked, knowing that Harry was already on his way to the second floor.

A few moments later, Harry appeared in the doorway, looking curious. Draco hadn't asked anything of him, or even called for him, for weeks.

"I need your help with something." Draco said as he took a package wrapped in standard brown paper from the night table draw. With the grace that only a Malfoy would use, he slowly and carefully removed the brown wrapper from the mysterious rectangular package; so unlike Harry who would have ripped off all the paper like a child on Christmas.

When he had removed all of the wrappings, he held the book up to show Harry what it was: a catalogue to l' enfant, a wizarding baby supply store.

"I thought that since I have a while before I can get out of this bed, that I could start looking for things for the baby." Draco started. "Though I really could use your help picking things out, Harry," he added.

Harry nodded, crossing across the room to take the empty space on his side of the bed. As he sat down he felt the uncomfortable prickle of tears in his eyes.

In that moment, Harry knew that they would be all right.

A/N: Wow!! I finally finished!! So sorry that it took so long to get out (…what's it been? Like a month? My apologies) but I've been busy lately. But hey! At least I finished!

Well thanks for reading. Oh and I have a question: would anyone be interested in a sequel? I'm not sure if I'll write one, but I'm really leaning towards the idea...

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