Disclaimer: The characters and places and stuff belong to JKR. But for now, they are at my mercy. *evil grin* I'll return them as soon as I'm finished…maybe.

This is the sequel to "What Is Happiness?" To understand this story, you must first read that one. It is located at http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=946096

In this chapter: Another fight? Uh-oh…

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"So...a party?" Sirius suggested as he, Remus, Harry, Sean, and Kayla ate dinner two days later. Harry shook his head, his eyes wide.

"No, no party," he protested. "Parties equal a lot of people. A lot of people equals me staying in my room all night."

"Come on, kiddo, sixteen is an important birthday," Sirius insisted. "Everybody has a party for their sixteenth birthday."

"We don't have to invite a lot of people, Harry," Remus tried to compromise. "Just us, the Snapes, the Weasleys, and Hermione. Would that be all right?"

"I suppose," Harry sighed.

"Wouldn't it be awesome if Aunt Katie and Uncle Severus had their baby on your birthday, Harry?" Sean asked, grinning. The older boy smiled a little and nodded his agreement.

"That would be great, Sean, but what are the chances of that happening?"

"One in three hundred and sixty-five," Sirius replied, smirking. "Better than that, really. The baby is due at the end of this month. Maybe you'll have to share your birthday." Harry just smiled, shaking his head, then stood up and pushed his chair in.

"I have to do some studying," he announced. "I'll be in my room, if anybody needs me."

It was half an hour since Harry had started to try to study, and he'd accomplished next to nothing. He just couldn't seem to concentrate; his thoughts kept drifting off to other topics: his birthday, Draco, Katie and Sev's baby, and anything else that just popped into his head. He was glad for a break when Draco came through his fireplace.

"Hey, darling," Harry greeted Draco. The blond boy sat next to Harry on the bed and gave him a kiss.

"Hi, love. Homework?"

"Trying," Harry sighed with a slight smile. "Can't keep my mind on it. What's up?"

"Nothing new," Draco replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Mum's in a bad mood. Dad's becoming more of a wreck as the baby gets closer. He's worried because he hasn't taken care of a baby since I was a baby, and even then, that wasn't very often."

"What do they want to name it?" Harry wondered, levitating his books onto a table and curling up against Draco.

"Alexander if it's a boy," Draco said. "And Catherine if it's a girl. It's going to come soon, Mum says she can tell."

"My family seems to think the baby may be born on my birthday," Harry chuckled.

"Speaking of your birthday, are you having a party?" Draco asked. Harry frowned and nodded.

"I didn't want one, but Dad and Daddy insisted," he murmured. "But it's just going to be us, you and your family, the Weasleys, and Hermione."

"Why didn't you want a party, honey?" Draco inquired, softly, as he pulled Harry closer.

"Too many people," Harry sighed. "I don't like a lot of people... And anyway, I've never had a birthday party before."

"Well, I'll tell you now, you're going to be having a birthday party every year for the rest of your life," Draco warned him. He changed the subject. "Have you been working any more on your Animagus?"

"Not much," Harry mumbled, wrapping an arm around Draco's waist. "Once or twice, I tried to transform, but I've been too tired. You?" Draco nodded, running his fingers up and down Harry's arm.

"I've been getting better at it. Dad thinks I'll really have it by the time school starts. He says I have to register, too." At that, Draco made a face, causing Harry to chuckle.

"Transform for me," Harry requested. "I wonder if cuddling with you in dog form is better than with Dad." Draco smirked and transformed into a golden retriever. He nuzzled Harry's neck with his nose and cuddled up to the boy. "You know what? This is good, but I think I prefer Dad when it comes to cuddling with dogs. Humans, however..." Draco took this as a hint and transformed back into a human.

"You'd take that mutt over me?" he asked, pouting. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and leaned down to kiss his neck.

"I can't do this when you're in dog form," Harry reminded him, grinning as Draco moaned at the feel of Harry's soft lips against his skin.

"No, I suppose you can't," Draco agreed, reaching his fingers up to touch Harry's hair. "In fact, there are many things that we can't do when I'm in dog form." He pressed himself closer to Harry, but the dark-haired boy stopped him.

"And those are things that also can't be done with the rest of my family in the house." Draco let his fingers trail down Harry's front, raising his eyebrows.

"You know, love, there are such things as Silencing Spells and Locking Spells." He tried to make another advance, but Harry pushed him away.

"Why are you pushing this?" he asked in a small voice, his eyes widening slightly.

"Because we haven't been together in months!" Draco sighed, frowning. He moved away from Harry and folded his arms across his chest. "Excuse me for wanting to make love to my boyfriend! Why are you so against it?" Harry stared at his hands and didn't reply. Draco threw his hands up in the air, letting out an irritated groan as he stood up.

"Great. So now you're not going to talk to me? I'm getting really sick of this, Harry! I'm trying to help you, and you know I'd do anything if it meant that I was making you happy, but I can't do anything if you don't talk to me! I don't know what the hell is going on in your mind, and I'm starting to get tired of trying to figure it out! So until you change your mind about letting me in, I'm just going to stay away. You know where to find me."

With that, Draco went back through the fireplace, leaving Harry to stare after him. A tear fell from his eye as he began to tremble. He couldn't move; he was frozen with shock.

"Harry!" Kayla burst into the room and jumped on the bed, but she stopped suddenly when she saw her oldest brother. "Harry, what's wrong?"

Harry didn't reply. He just kept staring at the fireplace as more tears dripped down his face. Kayla's eyes grew wide when she realized that something was really wrong with her brother.

"Daddy, something's wrong with Harry!!!" she screamed. Within seconds, Remus ran into the room, stopping short when he saw Harry. "He won't say anything, Daddy!"

"Sweetie, go to your room and play with your toys for a bit," Remus instructed his daughter, who left the room.

Remus then sat next to Harry on the bed, cautiously reaching out to touch his shoulder. The boy didn't even flinch, and Remus wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"What's the matter, Harry?" he asked, gently. He received no reply. "Come on, kid, talk to me. Tell me what happened." Still no answer, so Remus tried guessing. "Are you sick?" Nothing. "Did you have a vision?" Nothing. "Did you have a fight with Draco?"

At this, Harry collapsed in his father's arms and began to sob silently. Remus sighed and pulled Harry into his lap. He gently rubbed Harry's back as the boy shuddered with every cry.

"Merlin, Harry, I wish that for once, things would go right for you," Remus whispered.