Chapter 15 Harry's pregnancy was now eight months along and both boys were becoming extremely nervous and frightened. Madame Pomfrey wouldn't allow the Gryffindor to take any kind of calming solution whether magical or not. So he made do with his Veela's loving kisses which seemed to satisfy the trembling teen.

Harry had been forced to stay in the infirmary until the birth even for class as no teacher could cope if he suddenly went into labour. Draco being an extremely protective veela had insisted upon staying next to his mate full time just in case even though their mind speech was strong enough for the two to talk wherever they were. Draco had even taken the bed next to Harry in the infirmary so they could be together during the night (the hospital beds were to narrow for two occupants something Draco found very irritating.)

Harry was currently an emotional wreak, he would start crying for no reason or be annoyed by the smallest things. However the veela was always there to catch the tears and calm his mate. The blonde didn't even mind when Harry would yell at him for pacing a glass of water on the wrong side of the bed because he knew inside him that Harry didn't truly mean what he said.

It was after a lot of shouting from Harry, Ron and Hermione came in to check on their friend and found the couple in an embrace their fellow Gryffindor crying and clutching on to Draco like letting go would end his life.

"What's wrong with him?" Ron questioned coming to a stop next to Harry's bed. "It's nothing, he's just very emotional because the babies due at the end of the month." Draco explained still cradling his lover.

Ron and Hermione gave them pitiful looks as they joined in the hug. Harry felt comforted by this even though he knew Ron did not approve but he had pushed his differences aside for Harry's sake and that he was glad of. He didn't think he could handle it if his best friend and boyfriend started arguing. It would have been to much to handle.

Later that same day when Harry's friend's had gone to lunch and afternoon classes Madame Pomfrey came over to check on her patient. Draco was sitting behind his mate with Harry leaning on him, all four hand's rested on the Gryffindor's huge stomach.

"How are you feeling Mr Potter?"

"Fine...oh."

"What is it?" poppy asked.

"The baby just kicked." Draco explained. "We've been sitting here practically all day waiting."

"That's nice for you, now just to let you know everything is fine for the birth in a few weeks. However I have to ask for the father and any friends you may want here to wait outside so I can work with no interruptions is that clear Mr Malfoy?"

"Yes Madame Pomfrey."

"Right, are there any other questions before I leave the two of you alone?"

"Err yes just one, is there any chance that something could go wrong?"

"There is a twenty per cent chance yes but I doubt it."

"Thank you."