This is my first HP fic, and my first ever mpreg, so feedback

would be GREATLY appreciated!

Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters except of course

(eventually) the baby. Everyone else is owned by JKR

"Surprise!"

Draco jumped back in surprise when he walked into his apartment and there were several people already there. Sitting in his living room were Hermione, Ron, most of Ron's family, Harry's godfather, and his own godfather; Professor Snape.

"Wh-what's going on?"

"It's your baby shower, silly," Hermione explained as she led him into the room. Looking around, Draco had to admit that his question had been a rather dumb one. If he had taken two seconds to notice the pink decorations everywhere, it would have been pretty obvious what they were up to.

"A baby shower? For me? But why?"

"Because you're having a baby! Honestly Draco, you are SUCH an airhead sometimes." Hermione rolled her eyes as she explained the concept to him like he was a four year old. "Now stop asking questions and enjoy it. Mingle with your guests."

Draco found himself being shoved into the mass of people that were crowded in his very small living room. Within moments he had be grabbed in a tight bear hug, and looked up to see himself being squeezed by none other than Sirius Black.

"Black . . . too . . . tight. . .hurting me," Draco managed to gasp out. The older man looked at him confused for a moment before releasing his grip.

"Oh, I'm sorry Draco. Didn't mean to grab on to you so tightly."

"It's okay Sirius, I don't think there was any permanent damage done. I'm a little surprised to see you here, though. I haven't seen you in . . . months."

Sirius glanced down at his feet for a moment, trying to think of something to say. When his godson had first come to him and confessed his relationship with Draco, Sirius had been infuriated. For Harry to have been gay was one thing, to bring home Draco Malfoy was something entirely different. They had screamed and yelled at each other, even gone for a month with out speaking to one another. Then, Draco had come to see Sirius, begging him to talk to Harry, told him how much the fight was killing Harry. From that day on, Sirius had made an attempt to be civil to Draco, for Harry's sake. Eventually he had found that the younger man was growing on him, and he considered Draco to be like another son. But after Harry's death, Sirius had stopped coming around. It wasn't that he loved Draco any less, it was just that everything reminded him too much of his godson, and he just couldn't handle it.

Finally he looked back up at Draco, eyes pleading forgiveness.

"I know I haven't been around, and I'm sorry. It was just so hard coming back here, after Harry died. I know that's no excuse, and you have every right to be mad at me. You're in a difficult position right now, and you needed support from friends and family, including me. I could kick myself for not being here. I feel like I've let you down, and the baby down. . .the way I let Harry down when he was little. I-"

"Sirius, stop. It's okay, I don't hold it against you," Draco stopped the older man, mid-rant. "I'll admit, it would have been nice to have someone else around to grieve with, but I can understand your reasoning. We'll just start over, okay?"

"Okay. I promise, I'll be here for this little one, the way I couldn't be there for her daddy."

"I know you will," Draco smiled as he gave Sirius a small hug and turned away from him, only to find himself bound in another set of arms. Ones belonging to Molly Weasley.

"Draco, darling, how have you been?"

"I'm okay Aunt Molly. I'm still getting tired a lot, but it's starting to go away."

"How much longer do you have to go, dear?"

"I'll be seven months along in a few weeks."

"That's so wonderful, I'm sure you're ready for her to come out."

"Oh, yes. This pregnancy thing is getting really old, really quickly."

"Yes . . .yes it does. But it will be over before you know it. And before you have her, I want you to come by the house. I still have some of Ginny's baby things up in the attic. I just KNOW you can use some of it. Heaven knows we won't need any of it anytime soon. I don't know WHY my kids won't give me grandchildren yet!"

"I'll try and come by sometime this week. I promise. I think I'm going to just go and see some of my other guests," Draco excused himself. He loved Molly Weasley, but the woman never shut up. If he stayed there talking to her, he'd never get away. Draco turned to walk across the room and found him face to face with his godfather. "Uncle Severus."

"Draco. I suppose . . .congratulations are in order."

"Only if you really mean it," Draco responded as he rubbed his hand protectively over his swollen stomach.

"I do. I won't deny that I think you are foolish to raise a child by yourself, but if this is what you want . . ."

"It is, Uncle Severus. She's not even here yet, and already I can't imagine my life without her."

"Very well . . . and do your parents know yet?"

"No, and they won't either," Draco warned his godfather. There was no way his parents would ever know about the child.

"I think they deserve the right to know they are going to be grandparents."

"They AREN'T going to be grandparents, so I see no need in informing them."

"Draco, whether you like it or not, they are this child's grandmother and grandfather."

"No, they are not. The only grandparents my daughter has are James and Lilly Potter, and they are both dead." Draco snapped violently. "My father disowned me a long time ago. He couldn't stand the thought that his son was a homosexual, it brought shame and embarrassment to the family. THEN, as if that wasn't bad enough, when he found out who I was in a relationship with, he threatened the life of both me and Harry. No . . .I won't put my daughter through that."

"Draco, listen," Severus pleaded with him. "He has changed, he's not like that anymore. After the death of Voldemort . . ."

"He should have been thrown in Azkaban, with the rest of them. But no, he used his money and bought his way out. Sounds like the same man I used to call father." Draco hissed out as he turned away, not wanting to get too upset and cause harm to the baby. He walked across the room to where a pile of brightly wrapped gifts lay in a pile on the dining room table. "Hermione, are these all for me?"

"Yes. Well, for the baby but . . .you know what I mean!"

"Can I open them? Please?" Draco begged, with a child like expression on his face.

"Well, I SUPPOSE so. They were supposed to wait until later, but this is YOUR party, so I guess it's up to you."

"Well then, I'm opening them now!" Draco insisted as he reached for one of the packages. Half way there, his hand stopped and flew to his stomach as his eyes widened in surprise. "Oh . . .wow!"

"Draco? What is it, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. It's just that . . .she's kicking, really hard. It's never been this hard, you can feel it clear through."

Suddenly Draco had several different hands pressing into his stomach, all fighting to feel the baby kick. With all of the shouts and expressions of exclamation, you'd think that none of them had ever felt a baby move before, and considering the number of Weasleys surrounding him, Draco found that highly difficult to believe.

When the novelty of the baby kicking finally wore off, Draco settled down into a chair to begin opening the gifts. The number of presents highly out numbered the amount of people present, and it took him the better part of two hours to get through them all. When he was done, there was an impressive pile of baby items in the middle of the living room. Everything from a stroller and a crib (from Hermione and Ron) to a handmade baby blanket (from Ginny Weasley). Sometimes it astonished Draco just how much these people really cared about him.

After the shower was over and everybody left, Draco cleaned the apartment up a bit before wearily dragging himself up to bed. When he reached his room he took a picture of Harry from the bedside stand and gazed at it, running a finger lovingly over the image of Harry's face. When the baby kicked again, Draco smiled sadly and laid his hand on his stomach, wondering how Harry would have reacted to the feel of the baby moving, had he been there.

Finally, Draco sat the picture back where it had been and laid on the bed, looking at it for a few minutes before turning out the lamp and whispering softly into the night.

"I wish you were here, Harry."