~ Harry And Draco's Bathroom ~
"How much longer?"
"Two minutes."
"How much longer?"
"One minute and forty-eight seconds."
"Oh."
"Calm down and stop pacing, for god's sake."
"I can't help it. I'm…anxious and scared and excited all at once."
Harry smiled gently and wrapped his arms around his fidgeting husband. "I think I'm the one who's supposed to be freaking out. After all, I'm the one who might be pregnant."
"I know," Draco replied, hugging Harry back. "You do realise that if you are pregnant, I'm going to be worse than this for nine whole months?"
Harry laughed. "I'm well aware of your idiosyncrasies, my dragon."
Draco's expression softened. "You haven't called me that in years. Probably not since we were students here."
Harry leant closer and pressed his lips against his husbands. "I'm sorry. But I am going to call you that and many other pet names over the next few years. I plan to be the perfect house-husband and make sure your every need is met."
Draco arched an eyebrow. "Every need? This could be interesting."
"I just want you to be happy," Harry said softly, his hand caressing Draco's cheek.
"I am happy," Draco said, before soundly kissing Harry.
Harry's watch beeped, startling the two men. Draco paled and stared over at the muggle pregnancy test that Hermione had insisted they use but made no move to have a look at the result. The witch had reasoned that the use of a muggle test would ensure that they didn't have to go to Madam Pomfrey for a pregnancy test until they were reasonably sure that Harry was pregnant. They felt it was better that the medi-witch (and thus, the rest of the school) was not aware of the possibility of a pregnancy. Harry certainly did not want another reason for everyone to stare at him and feel they had the right to invade his personal life.
Once Hermione had been brought up to speed on The Baby Plan, she had quickly informed Draco that he would have to brew a delicate potion for Harry to drink – one that would change his anatomy inside his abdomen and allow him to carry a child. Then, nine months later when he was in labour, a spell that complimented the potion would be used to temporarily change Harry's anatomy outside his body and allow him to give birth to the child. Thankfully that spell could only be used when Harry was actually in labour, so for the rest of the pregnancy, he retained his male parts.
It had taken Draco almost a month to assemble the ingredients and then brew the potion. It was a painstaking process – adding ingredients gradually and allowing the mixture to blend. The potion often had to sit overnight before the next crucial ingredient could be added at precisely the right time. It was no wonder it was so rarely used and that surrogacy was the preferred option for gay couples. Harry was just lucky that his husband was a Potions Master.
Since Harry had taken the potion two weeks ago, the pair of them had been making love at all times of the day and night. Hermione and Ron were the only ones aware of The Baby Plan and they took care of Daniel more often, giving Harry and Draco a chance to be alone. This was one such time. They'd taken Bella and Daniel to watch the Ravenclaw/Gryffindor Quidditch match that afternoon. Since Slytherin weren't playing, Draco wasn't required to attend the match and he'd chosen to skip it in favour of spending time with his husband.
Harry kissed Draco firmly on his forehead and pulled away from his husband. Draco sat down on the closed toilet seat and held his head in his hands. "You look at it. I can't."
Harry smirked at the top of Draco's head and picked up the stick he had peed on minutes earlier. "Hmmm."
"What?" Draco asked quickly.
"Well, there's a blue line in the small box and another blue line in the bigger box," Harry replied thoughtfully.
Draco stared up at him hopefully. "What does that mean?"
"I thought you memorised the box," Harry said, frowning down at the blonde man.
"I did!" Draco replied indignantly before sheepishly adding, "but my mind went blank when you said it was blue. I can't remember what that means."
Harry grinned at him before turning around to read the box. He groaned.
"You threw the box away, didn't you," Draco commented lightly.
"Yep," Harry said, looking guilty.
"And the rubbish bin automatically sends any trash down to the house elves to sort out for the recycling," Draco replied with a groan.
"We have to get the box back. I guess it's time to go see Dobby," Harry said wearily. "Really, you'd think we would have learnt from the last time this happened."
"You'd also think we would have bought the same test as last time rather than get a different one," Draco said, rolling his eyes at Harry. "But oh no, you wanted to try the one in the pretty blue box."
"Shut up," Harry said, playfully pushing Draco against the wall. "I can't help it if my hormones are all over the place at the moment. I have a new respect for Hermione now that I know what she has to live with."
"Poor baby," Draco cooed. He grabbed Harry's hand and tugged him out of the bathroom. "Come on, let's go find out if I got you knocked up yet."
~ The Entrance Hall ~
"So what does it say?" Draco asked, as they stopped in the middle of the hall on their way back to their rooms. In the distance they could hear the roar of the crowd as the Quidditch match ended, but they both ignored this as Harry peered down at the back of the box.
"A colour band in the small, square control window indicates that the test is complete. A colour band in the large square window indicates the likelihood of pregnancy. A physician should now be consulted for confirmation," Harry read out.
"You're pregnant?" Draco cried happily, throwing his arms around Harry's neck.
"I am!" Harry said, hugging Draco to him. He froze suddenly at the sound of a thousand footsteps walking up the steps to the Entrance Hall and a thousand chattering voices loudly celebrating a victory for Ravenclaw (Gryffindor's team had trouble beating Hufflepuff now that Harry was no longer a Hogwarts student). "Let's go back to our rooms and wait for Ron and Mione. Quick!"
He grabbed Draco's hand and dragged him down the passageway. There was no way he wanted to see the students while he had a silly grin plastered all over his face.
TBC
A.N. Sorry for taking so long to post another chapter. I went away for a couple of days, which turned into a couple more days and then when I got back, I had a virus in my computer which meant that I couldn't get online until now. I was having serious withdrawal symptoms by the time I got back online!!
Only 8 more chapters to go!