Harry Potter and the Pregnancy Potion
Chapter Nine: Pain Beyond Imagination
I don't own it. Leave me alone.
Chapter NINE!! And this is officially the longest story I have ever written in my life! And I might actually FINISH it! And I have a sequel planned too. ^_^ .
One thing that's important to remember is that quote Lucius Malfoy said to Draco in Chapter seven. "You will lose all protection from Voldemort that I have been able to give you. This child will be a thorn removed from my side. One way or another."
Ah. Angst. ^_^
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Exams finally arrived, and an unearthly hush descended upon the castle for the two weeks the went on for. Students were either studying hard in their dormitories or writing. No one was seen in the grounds, even though the days were bright, warm and sunny for a change.
Harry awoke one night, the day after his last exam, History of Magic. He glanced at the luminous hands of his watch to discover that it was only eleven p.m. He groaned. It was getting harder and harder to sleep at night. He could never find a comfortable enough position, and the pressure of the baby on his bladder was forcing him to wake up at least three times a night to go to the loo. Tonight, however, it was not a toilet break he needed. He struggled to sit up, Alex giving a few kicks in protest of movement, and sighed. It was less than a month before he gave birth and the thought frightened him. Even more than the threat of Voldemort hanging over everyone's lives. How was he going to cope with a baby? How was he going to protect his son? What would Alex do if anything happened to him?
Harry stood and stepped over to his trunk. He fumbled with the lock and finally pulled the lid open. He rummaged around and pulled out a silvery cloak of the softest material. He slipped it around him and became invisible.
The dark-haired boy gently opened the door of the room, casting a glance at the other bed, where Draco lay asleep behind the silver and green hangings. He smiled slightly. He'd grown to truly love Draco over the past eight months. He had learned that Draco's cruel nature was just a mask so that he would seem perfect in his father's eyes. Since the blonde had fought with Lucius that day two months ago, he had become far more open with his thoughts and he and Harry had become firm friends. Even Ron had accepted him into their little circle.
Harry stole quietly out of the room, shutting it behind him. He suddenly felt the desperate need to talk to someone, and the obvious person was Sirius. The youth walked along the corridors leading to Snape and Sirius's rooms, keeping as much to the sides of the walls as possible. Even though it was unlikely the caretaker, Argus Filch, would be roaming the passageways due to the new rules set by Dumbledore, Harry found that old habits die hard and made sure to slink around the castle silently.
He finally stopped outside a door and, taking a deep breath, knocked three times. Muffled curses were heard through the wood before the door was opened revealing a half dressed, muss-haired, bleary-eyed, heavily pregnant Sirius. The older man blinked when he saw no one outside.
"Who's there?" His wand was out. Snape appeared at his side, wand drawn as well.
"It's just me, Sirius." Harry said, slipping off the cloak. Sirius grabbed him by the back of his robes and yanked him inside.
"What are you DOING here? Don't you know how DANGEROUS it is?" He demanded, glaring at the teen.
"I couldn't sleep." Harry said lamely. "I wanted to talk to you."
Sirius's expression softened. He could never stay mad at his godson for long. "What about."
"I." Harry didn't finish, for at that moment, screams of pain tore through the castle.
*
Draco couldn't sleep, and it wasn't the first time. It had been hard to drift off lately, mostly due to the stress of the exams, and the thought of what his father had meant when he'd last spoken to him. Was he planning on hurting Sam? Killing her even? Did he plan to kill Draco himself, and render Samantha helpless? Even though it was still a month before she was born, Draco loved her, and couldn't bear thinking of life without her. Draco loved every movement his unborn daughter made within him. He fantasised what she would look like. Would she be blonde with grey eyes like himself, or have blue eyes like his mother? Or would she have green eyes like Harry? Maybe her hair would be black like her other father.
Thus, Draco's thoughts drifted to Harry. Harry with his emerald eyes, ragged dark hair and shy smile. Harry, who had stayed with Draco when he'd been depressed. Harry who had vowed to protect Draco, their daughter and their son with his life. Harry whose lips were so warm and inviting, whose kisses were so gentle, Draco melted into them and all problems seemed so far away.
The blonde was jolted out of his thoughts by the sound of the door opening. He sat up and peeked out through a gap in the hangings. No one there. Perhaps it was Harry in his Invisibility Cloak. The door closed slowly.
"Harry?" Draco said, uncertainly. He glanced over at his boyfriend's bed. The hangings were open and there was no sign of him.
Draco sat up, automatically brushing his blonde bangs from his eyes. It was dangerous for anyone to be out of bed at night. Especially Harry. Especially pregnant Harry. Draco walked to the door and opened it. He couldn't see anything except the fire-lit sconces on the walls. He turned and began walking silently through the corridors.
After about five minutes of walking, Draco had still seen no sign of Harry and was beginning to think of how stupid he was being. Harry had probably come back by now, after visiting with Ron, Hermione, Hagrid or Sirius, and all of their rooms were in the opposite direction to the route he was taking. Also, Harry had an Invisibility Cloak which would serve to hide him from any enemies. Draco had nothing.
He heard footsteps behind him.
"Harry?" Draco turned and felt all colour leave his face. "V...Voldemort."
A man with a skeletally thin body and a face like a snake's stood before him, mouth twisted into a foul smirk. "Your father told me you were insolent, young Draco."
Draco glared at the creature. "I have no father. I thought it was clear." He mentally cursed himself for not remembering to bring his wand.
Voldemort bared his teeth in a sick parody of a smile. "Either way, I shall enjoy disposing of you. It's been a while since I last killed. At least.a week."
The blonde swallowed nervously. Without a wand he had no chance of fighting, and being in his eighth month of pregnancy, it was impossible for him to run. He did the only thing he could. He stood and faced the evil one, tall and proud. *I'm sorry, Sam. You never had a chance at life.* He thought, mentally saying his goodbyes to the ones he loved. *Mother, it wasn't your fault Father abused me all those years. What could you do? Alex, you'll grow into a fine Quidditch player. Just like your dad. Harry, I love you, and I wish I could have spent more time getting to know you better.*
Voldemort raised his wand. "Crucio!"
Draco's screams of pain tore through the castle.
*
Harry moved as fast as he possibly could through the abandoned corridors towards the sound of the screams. He had instantly identified the voice as Draco's and had took off with a speed he didn't know he possessed in his current condition. *Please god let him be okay. I'll never ask for anything ever again, just please let nothing bad have happened to him. Please let him be alive.* His jumbled thoughts gave way to blind panic as the screams suddenly stopped.
Harry drew his wand, his mind whizzing through all the various hexes, curses and jinxes he'd learned through all his years at Hogwarts. He knew none of them would work except one, and he didn't know if he had enough power to do it.
The brunette rounded a corner and froze. Voldemort was standing, wand raised over a twitching, cowering Draco. Harry didn't even stop to think. He pointed his wand at the snake-like man. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" He cried, concentrating as hard as he could on making Voldemort as dead as possible. At the same moment, Sirius and Severus, who had followed close on his heels, shouted the same thing. Voldemort looked simply stunned as he crumpled to the floor, defeated at last.
Harry barely paid any attention to the dead man at his feet, nor to the fact that his godfather and former arch-enemy had just saved his life. He knelt down next to Draco, frantically searching for the unconcious boy's pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief as he felt the gentle, faint 'lub-dub' of his boyfriend's heart. "Drake?" Harry said softly. "Draco, please. Wake up." He shook the other boy gently. The blonde didn't move. Tears formed in the dark-haired boy's eyes. "Draco. Please. I love you, please don't die on me now."
Sirius knelt down beside them. "Let's try this." He said gently. He pointed his wand at Draco. "Enervate." The blonde groaned and turned his head, wincing. "Ow,,,"
Harry sobbed slightly and drew the slightly shorter boy into a hug, planting soft kisses on Draco's forehead completely heedless of the stares he got from the two older men. "Are you okay, love?" He asked, looking into the stormy grey eyes.
Draco nodded and opened his mouth to say something, before a sudden sharp cramp that stretched from the small of his back throughout his abdomen made his breath catch in his throat. The boy's eyes widened and his hand went to his midriff. "Shit."
*
"Where IS she?" Draco demanded through clenched teeth during another contraction. He'd been waiting in the hospital wing for Dr Kingsby for the last hour. Harry had been sitting with him the whole time.
"She'll be hear, love. It'll be okay." Harry said soothingly, stroking the back of Draco's hand in a soothing motion.
Draco's eyes filled with tears. "But what if something's happened to Sam? What if the Cruciatus curse hurt her? She's three weeks premature and that can't be good can it - OW!" Draco's panicked ramblings broke off as his body was hit with another contraction. "And if Dr Kingsby doesn't get here soon." He continued as the pain subsided, "I'm going to cut myself open and pull Sam out myself."
Harry smiled slightly, putting on a brave face to hide the fact that he was just as worried as Draco.
They looked up as the large double doors of the infirmary opened and Madam Pomfrey bustled in accompanied closely by Dr Janet Kingsby. Dr Kingsby wasted no time, bustling over to the bed where Draco was lying, wincing from another contraction.
"'Bout time you got here." Draco growled, clenching Harry's hand, making the dark-haired boy flinch.
"I'm sorry," Dr Kingsby apologised, "I had another delivery to do." She did look a bit exhausted, but still alert enough not to worry the boys. "What happened?"
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Draco beat him to it. "Voldemort." He said bitterly. Dr Kingsby gasped. "Voldemort attacked me, and. and Harry, Professor Black and Professor Snape killed him."
"You-Know-Who is dead?" Dr Kingsby asked, unbelieving. Draco nodded, and then cried out slightly as another contraction wracked him with pain. Dr Kingsby came to her senses. "Well, we need to get started. Harry, this is going to be messy. Do you want to stay?"
Harry, white-faced, nodded. "I'll have to go through it myself anyway. Besides, I can't leave him." Draco smiled at up him through his sweat- streaked bangs.
Dr Kingsby wasted no time after that. With a wave of her wand, she, Draco, Madam Pomfrey and Harry were all clad in surgical gowns. She them directed her wand at the blond boy's lower back and muttered a minor stunning spell. Draco exclaimed softly.
"What?" Harry asked, looking down on his boyfriend with concern.
"Nah. Just lost all feeling from the waist down. Very strange." Draco's voice was strained and despite his jovial attitude, Harry knew he was scared shitless.
Harry decided not to watch the actual procedure and kept his eyes on Draco's face as Dr Kingsby cut through the skin and muscle of the blonde's abdomen. Draco was trembling slightly, his palm clammy in Harry's. Harry had to admit he wasn't feeling too happy either.
Both boys started when the sounds of a baby crying filled the infirmary. Dr Kingsby looked up, smiling through her mask. "She's okay! She's perfect." The woman said, her voice sounding slightly choked. Harry hugged Draco tightly as Madam Pomfrey handed the blonde the smallest human they had ever seen wrapped tightly in a pink blanket. The two boys had tears spilling down their cheeks and didn't even notice Dr Kingsby sewing up the wound in Draco's stomach with a flick of her wand.
The little girl stared grouchily up at her fathers before she screwed up her tiny features and began bawling loudly.
"Shhh, Sammy," Draco said, rocking his daughter gently. "Shhh. It's okay." He stroked her soft cheek with her thumb and with a few hiccups, Sam stopped crying and looked blearily up at him. "Do you want to hold her?" Draco asked Harry, staring up at the brunette tearfully.
Harry held out his arms and gently took his daughter. She opened her mouth and Harry cringed but all she did was yawn and snuggle in her blanket. The dark-haired boy smiled goofily and handed her back to Draco. The blonde stroked her head. "Look at her hair." He said, fingering the soft locks. Harry did so, and smiled. "It's red. Like my mother's." He said.
"I didn't know your mother had red hair." Draco said quietly, so as not to wake the baby who had just fallen asleep.
Harry dug inside the pocket of his robes, and pulled out a picture taken from his photo album. It showed his father and his mother, smiling happily, a baby Harry in their arms. He held it in front of Draco who had his arms full with Sam.
"She was beautiful." Draco whispered, smiling. "And you were such a cute baby. What happened?"
Harry glared playfully at him. "If you weren't holding Sam and recovering from having just given birth, I'd hit you for that, Malfoy."
"Hmm. I see the problem, Potter. I guess I'll have to settle for a kiss then." Draco said before Harry gently planted a feather-light kiss on the boy's lips.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
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Chapter NINE! Sorry about the anti-climatic fight with Voldemort. I can't do fighting and he was providing way too much angst in this. It was supposed to be a comedy and I almost killed off Draco. *mutters* Must find happy Plot Bunnies from now on.
We see the rest of the births in the next chapter! Well.Harry's anyway. I'm not writing different accounts for each of the boys. *Shudders* Yuck. And we see who I'm pairing Ron and Neville off with. Although, I suppose Ron is pretty obvious. ^_^
Anyways BYE and REVIEW!
~*~
I don't own it. Leave me alone.
Chapter NINE!! And this is officially the longest story I have ever written in my life! And I might actually FINISH it! And I have a sequel planned too. ^_^ .
One thing that's important to remember is that quote Lucius Malfoy said to Draco in Chapter seven. "You will lose all protection from Voldemort that I have been able to give you. This child will be a thorn removed from my side. One way or another."
Ah. Angst. ^_^
~*~
Exams finally arrived, and an unearthly hush descended upon the castle for the two weeks the went on for. Students were either studying hard in their dormitories or writing. No one was seen in the grounds, even though the days were bright, warm and sunny for a change.
Harry awoke one night, the day after his last exam, History of Magic. He glanced at the luminous hands of his watch to discover that it was only eleven p.m. He groaned. It was getting harder and harder to sleep at night. He could never find a comfortable enough position, and the pressure of the baby on his bladder was forcing him to wake up at least three times a night to go to the loo. Tonight, however, it was not a toilet break he needed. He struggled to sit up, Alex giving a few kicks in protest of movement, and sighed. It was less than a month before he gave birth and the thought frightened him. Even more than the threat of Voldemort hanging over everyone's lives. How was he going to cope with a baby? How was he going to protect his son? What would Alex do if anything happened to him?
Harry stood and stepped over to his trunk. He fumbled with the lock and finally pulled the lid open. He rummaged around and pulled out a silvery cloak of the softest material. He slipped it around him and became invisible.
The dark-haired boy gently opened the door of the room, casting a glance at the other bed, where Draco lay asleep behind the silver and green hangings. He smiled slightly. He'd grown to truly love Draco over the past eight months. He had learned that Draco's cruel nature was just a mask so that he would seem perfect in his father's eyes. Since the blonde had fought with Lucius that day two months ago, he had become far more open with his thoughts and he and Harry had become firm friends. Even Ron had accepted him into their little circle.
Harry stole quietly out of the room, shutting it behind him. He suddenly felt the desperate need to talk to someone, and the obvious person was Sirius. The youth walked along the corridors leading to Snape and Sirius's rooms, keeping as much to the sides of the walls as possible. Even though it was unlikely the caretaker, Argus Filch, would be roaming the passageways due to the new rules set by Dumbledore, Harry found that old habits die hard and made sure to slink around the castle silently.
He finally stopped outside a door and, taking a deep breath, knocked three times. Muffled curses were heard through the wood before the door was opened revealing a half dressed, muss-haired, bleary-eyed, heavily pregnant Sirius. The older man blinked when he saw no one outside.
"Who's there?" His wand was out. Snape appeared at his side, wand drawn as well.
"It's just me, Sirius." Harry said, slipping off the cloak. Sirius grabbed him by the back of his robes and yanked him inside.
"What are you DOING here? Don't you know how DANGEROUS it is?" He demanded, glaring at the teen.
"I couldn't sleep." Harry said lamely. "I wanted to talk to you."
Sirius's expression softened. He could never stay mad at his godson for long. "What about."
"I." Harry didn't finish, for at that moment, screams of pain tore through the castle.
*
Draco couldn't sleep, and it wasn't the first time. It had been hard to drift off lately, mostly due to the stress of the exams, and the thought of what his father had meant when he'd last spoken to him. Was he planning on hurting Sam? Killing her even? Did he plan to kill Draco himself, and render Samantha helpless? Even though it was still a month before she was born, Draco loved her, and couldn't bear thinking of life without her. Draco loved every movement his unborn daughter made within him. He fantasised what she would look like. Would she be blonde with grey eyes like himself, or have blue eyes like his mother? Or would she have green eyes like Harry? Maybe her hair would be black like her other father.
Thus, Draco's thoughts drifted to Harry. Harry with his emerald eyes, ragged dark hair and shy smile. Harry, who had stayed with Draco when he'd been depressed. Harry who had vowed to protect Draco, their daughter and their son with his life. Harry whose lips were so warm and inviting, whose kisses were so gentle, Draco melted into them and all problems seemed so far away.
The blonde was jolted out of his thoughts by the sound of the door opening. He sat up and peeked out through a gap in the hangings. No one there. Perhaps it was Harry in his Invisibility Cloak. The door closed slowly.
"Harry?" Draco said, uncertainly. He glanced over at his boyfriend's bed. The hangings were open and there was no sign of him.
Draco sat up, automatically brushing his blonde bangs from his eyes. It was dangerous for anyone to be out of bed at night. Especially Harry. Especially pregnant Harry. Draco walked to the door and opened it. He couldn't see anything except the fire-lit sconces on the walls. He turned and began walking silently through the corridors.
After about five minutes of walking, Draco had still seen no sign of Harry and was beginning to think of how stupid he was being. Harry had probably come back by now, after visiting with Ron, Hermione, Hagrid or Sirius, and all of their rooms were in the opposite direction to the route he was taking. Also, Harry had an Invisibility Cloak which would serve to hide him from any enemies. Draco had nothing.
He heard footsteps behind him.
"Harry?" Draco turned and felt all colour leave his face. "V...Voldemort."
A man with a skeletally thin body and a face like a snake's stood before him, mouth twisted into a foul smirk. "Your father told me you were insolent, young Draco."
Draco glared at the creature. "I have no father. I thought it was clear." He mentally cursed himself for not remembering to bring his wand.
Voldemort bared his teeth in a sick parody of a smile. "Either way, I shall enjoy disposing of you. It's been a while since I last killed. At least.a week."
The blonde swallowed nervously. Without a wand he had no chance of fighting, and being in his eighth month of pregnancy, it was impossible for him to run. He did the only thing he could. He stood and faced the evil one, tall and proud. *I'm sorry, Sam. You never had a chance at life.* He thought, mentally saying his goodbyes to the ones he loved. *Mother, it wasn't your fault Father abused me all those years. What could you do? Alex, you'll grow into a fine Quidditch player. Just like your dad. Harry, I love you, and I wish I could have spent more time getting to know you better.*
Voldemort raised his wand. "Crucio!"
Draco's screams of pain tore through the castle.
*
Harry moved as fast as he possibly could through the abandoned corridors towards the sound of the screams. He had instantly identified the voice as Draco's and had took off with a speed he didn't know he possessed in his current condition. *Please god let him be okay. I'll never ask for anything ever again, just please let nothing bad have happened to him. Please let him be alive.* His jumbled thoughts gave way to blind panic as the screams suddenly stopped.
Harry drew his wand, his mind whizzing through all the various hexes, curses and jinxes he'd learned through all his years at Hogwarts. He knew none of them would work except one, and he didn't know if he had enough power to do it.
The brunette rounded a corner and froze. Voldemort was standing, wand raised over a twitching, cowering Draco. Harry didn't even stop to think. He pointed his wand at the snake-like man. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" He cried, concentrating as hard as he could on making Voldemort as dead as possible. At the same moment, Sirius and Severus, who had followed close on his heels, shouted the same thing. Voldemort looked simply stunned as he crumpled to the floor, defeated at last.
Harry barely paid any attention to the dead man at his feet, nor to the fact that his godfather and former arch-enemy had just saved his life. He knelt down next to Draco, frantically searching for the unconcious boy's pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief as he felt the gentle, faint 'lub-dub' of his boyfriend's heart. "Drake?" Harry said softly. "Draco, please. Wake up." He shook the other boy gently. The blonde didn't move. Tears formed in the dark-haired boy's eyes. "Draco. Please. I love you, please don't die on me now."
Sirius knelt down beside them. "Let's try this." He said gently. He pointed his wand at Draco. "Enervate." The blonde groaned and turned his head, wincing. "Ow,,,"
Harry sobbed slightly and drew the slightly shorter boy into a hug, planting soft kisses on Draco's forehead completely heedless of the stares he got from the two older men. "Are you okay, love?" He asked, looking into the stormy grey eyes.
Draco nodded and opened his mouth to say something, before a sudden sharp cramp that stretched from the small of his back throughout his abdomen made his breath catch in his throat. The boy's eyes widened and his hand went to his midriff. "Shit."
*
"Where IS she?" Draco demanded through clenched teeth during another contraction. He'd been waiting in the hospital wing for Dr Kingsby for the last hour. Harry had been sitting with him the whole time.
"She'll be hear, love. It'll be okay." Harry said soothingly, stroking the back of Draco's hand in a soothing motion.
Draco's eyes filled with tears. "But what if something's happened to Sam? What if the Cruciatus curse hurt her? She's three weeks premature and that can't be good can it - OW!" Draco's panicked ramblings broke off as his body was hit with another contraction. "And if Dr Kingsby doesn't get here soon." He continued as the pain subsided, "I'm going to cut myself open and pull Sam out myself."
Harry smiled slightly, putting on a brave face to hide the fact that he was just as worried as Draco.
They looked up as the large double doors of the infirmary opened and Madam Pomfrey bustled in accompanied closely by Dr Janet Kingsby. Dr Kingsby wasted no time, bustling over to the bed where Draco was lying, wincing from another contraction.
"'Bout time you got here." Draco growled, clenching Harry's hand, making the dark-haired boy flinch.
"I'm sorry," Dr Kingsby apologised, "I had another delivery to do." She did look a bit exhausted, but still alert enough not to worry the boys. "What happened?"
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Draco beat him to it. "Voldemort." He said bitterly. Dr Kingsby gasped. "Voldemort attacked me, and. and Harry, Professor Black and Professor Snape killed him."
"You-Know-Who is dead?" Dr Kingsby asked, unbelieving. Draco nodded, and then cried out slightly as another contraction wracked him with pain. Dr Kingsby came to her senses. "Well, we need to get started. Harry, this is going to be messy. Do you want to stay?"
Harry, white-faced, nodded. "I'll have to go through it myself anyway. Besides, I can't leave him." Draco smiled at up him through his sweat- streaked bangs.
Dr Kingsby wasted no time after that. With a wave of her wand, she, Draco, Madam Pomfrey and Harry were all clad in surgical gowns. She them directed her wand at the blond boy's lower back and muttered a minor stunning spell. Draco exclaimed softly.
"What?" Harry asked, looking down on his boyfriend with concern.
"Nah. Just lost all feeling from the waist down. Very strange." Draco's voice was strained and despite his jovial attitude, Harry knew he was scared shitless.
Harry decided not to watch the actual procedure and kept his eyes on Draco's face as Dr Kingsby cut through the skin and muscle of the blonde's abdomen. Draco was trembling slightly, his palm clammy in Harry's. Harry had to admit he wasn't feeling too happy either.
Both boys started when the sounds of a baby crying filled the infirmary. Dr Kingsby looked up, smiling through her mask. "She's okay! She's perfect." The woman said, her voice sounding slightly choked. Harry hugged Draco tightly as Madam Pomfrey handed the blonde the smallest human they had ever seen wrapped tightly in a pink blanket. The two boys had tears spilling down their cheeks and didn't even notice Dr Kingsby sewing up the wound in Draco's stomach with a flick of her wand.
The little girl stared grouchily up at her fathers before she screwed up her tiny features and began bawling loudly.
"Shhh, Sammy," Draco said, rocking his daughter gently. "Shhh. It's okay." He stroked her soft cheek with her thumb and with a few hiccups, Sam stopped crying and looked blearily up at him. "Do you want to hold her?" Draco asked Harry, staring up at the brunette tearfully.
Harry held out his arms and gently took his daughter. She opened her mouth and Harry cringed but all she did was yawn and snuggle in her blanket. The dark-haired boy smiled goofily and handed her back to Draco. The blonde stroked her head. "Look at her hair." He said, fingering the soft locks. Harry did so, and smiled. "It's red. Like my mother's." He said.
"I didn't know your mother had red hair." Draco said quietly, so as not to wake the baby who had just fallen asleep.
Harry dug inside the pocket of his robes, and pulled out a picture taken from his photo album. It showed his father and his mother, smiling happily, a baby Harry in their arms. He held it in front of Draco who had his arms full with Sam.
"She was beautiful." Draco whispered, smiling. "And you were such a cute baby. What happened?"
Harry glared playfully at him. "If you weren't holding Sam and recovering from having just given birth, I'd hit you for that, Malfoy."
"Hmm. I see the problem, Potter. I guess I'll have to settle for a kiss then." Draco said before Harry gently planted a feather-light kiss on the boy's lips.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
~*~
Chapter NINE! Sorry about the anti-climatic fight with Voldemort. I can't do fighting and he was providing way too much angst in this. It was supposed to be a comedy and I almost killed off Draco. *mutters* Must find happy Plot Bunnies from now on.
We see the rest of the births in the next chapter! Well.Harry's anyway. I'm not writing different accounts for each of the boys. *Shudders* Yuck. And we see who I'm pairing Ron and Neville off with. Although, I suppose Ron is pretty obvious. ^_^
Anyways BYE and REVIEW!
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