After spending three days holed up in the hotel, Harry and Hermione decided to back to Hermione's, kicking Severus out to live with Draco until further notice. He tried to reason with her, but all she was looking for was an apology.

Harry meanwhile, was receiving daily somethings from Draco. The first was a bouquet of roses and a note.

Harry,

I know I've done something wrong, and I have an inkling as to what it is. I'm sorry for neglecting you. Now come home.

-Draco

Harry had been all ready to say yes, but he just felt it was time to teach his husband a lesson. He knew that he, Harry, was more in the wrong, but he didn't want to think about that, either. So he contented himself with being there with his friend. They were having fun, shopping and eating and watching television. Severus was coming over to deliver Draco's presents and his own notes.

After their fifth day of living at Hermione's she broke down and let Severus move back in. Harry refused to leave, however. On that day, Severus brought over Draco's latest token of his affection. Harry looked at it; it was just Draco's pillow from his side of the bed. Tacked to it was a note that said,

I've been sleeping with this in substitute of you. Please come home. I love you. Very much. I'm really sorry for not being understanding, and not appreciating you. I understand that you're having a hard time with this. I love you, Harry, and I love Holly as well.

Love,

Draco

Tears in his eyes, Harry set the pillow aside and continued watching television. When it was time for bed, he placed the pillow under his head and lay there. I could go back home; I want to go back home. He said he loves me, and he's sorry. That's all that matters. Surrounded with the scent of his husband, Harry fell asleep.

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The next morning he awoke to soft booms of thunder and rain hitting the window in his room. He stretched and got out of bed, bathed, and packed up his things. He'd make Draco sweat one more day and then he'd come home that night. Smiling to himself, he went into the kitchen to get breakfast, narrowly avoiding seeing something he didn't want to by keeping his eyes from peering into Hermione and Severus' bedroom; moans were emanating from within.

He glanced out the glass doors to the balcony, grinning. He loved rainstorms. He loved the smell, the sound, the feel. As he munched on his toast he wished he were home. Whenever there was a storm, Draco would hold him and they'd lie in bed and stare at the skylight, enjoying the sight of the rain pelting the glass.

As the day wore on, Harry got happier and happier. He was going to be home with Draco, Holly wasn't moving around too much, and he just felt good. He watched television, helped Hermione with lunch, and wrote a little in his journal. Around 3 a letter popped onto the table, addressed to him.

Dear Harry,

As the rain beats down on the skylight I can't help but wish you were here with me, like always. I want you home, and I miss you a lot. Please, please come home.

I'll be waiting.

Love,

Draco

Harry grinned widely and headed to his room. He shrunk his bag and put it into his pocket, kissed Hermione goodbye, and walked out into the rain. The warm water felt good against his skin, and he was soon standing, dripping wet, at his front door. He knocked and waited. As the footfalls neared the door, tears mixed with the raindrops. The door opened and Draco was revealed. His mouth dropped open and Harry smiled.

"Hi." He said quietly, allowing Draco to pull him into the loft, then into his arms.

"I'm so sorry, baby." He moaned into Harry's hair, kissing his cheek. Harry held him closer and kissed him back.

"I'm sorry, too." He murmured. "I was such an arse."

"No, I was an insolent narcissist. I'm sorry."

"Forgive me first."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because you didn't do anything wrong, you twat." Draco pushed him away from his own body and grinned. "Now, let's get you into clean, warm, dry clothes." He took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Once there Harry was pushed onto the bed and watched as Draco chose new clothes and retrieved a towel from the bathroom. He gladly allowed his husband to take his clothes off, drying his body as it was exposed. He then dried Harry's hair, taking his time. By the time he was finished and Harry was dressed in new clothes, he was asleep. Draco smiled and moved to leave Harry in peace when he was pulled back.

"Stay." Harry muttered in his sleep.

"All right." The two men settled in and slept peacefully, making up for lost time.

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Pregnancy Diary of Harry Potter-Malfoy- second trimester, May 18th

So Draco's still sleeping next to me. I'm glad I'm home. Maybe, if we talk about it, we'll understand where the fuck we're both coming from and… shit, I think I'm going to cry.

I just love him so much, and he loves me, and I was such an arse. I'm so stupid. But damn. Right now he's all sprawled next to me, his hair splayed against the pillow… his mouth slightly parted and his breathing slow and steady. Gods, I can see the contours of his muscles through his shirt.

Must turn away. Bad for my nerves.

So fucking sexy-

"Aha!" Draco whispered in his ear. Harry jumped and slammed his journal shut, red in the face.

"What, 'aha'?" Harry huffed, squaring his jaw, his eyes narrowing to slits.

"You think I'm sexy."

"Not like that isn't public news." He responded, trying not to jump his husband right there.

"I thought that was supposed to be your pregnancy journal?"

"It is. Right then it was showing how, on a psychoanalytical level, I am severely unstable due to the hormones coursing through my body." Draco, who'd crawled between Harry's legs and was sliding his hands up his partner's shirt, stopped abruptly, took on a look of nonchalance, and sat back on his heels.

"Oh. If that's how it is." He moved back to his side of the bed and laid back down, resting his hands behind his head.

"Er… that's not what I meant…" Harry managed, biting his lip and trying to suppress a groan.

"Then what did you mean?"

"I… oh, jesus Draco, just rip off my clothes already!" Harry growled, throwing his journal and quill across the room. It hit the wall with a resounding thud, and Draco grinned and pushed Harry softly back.

"With pleasure." He proceeded to lean down and kiss Harry softly yet forcefully. He pulled back a second later, his teeth grazing Harry's bottom lip. They got their clothes off and Harry lay on his side. They'd found it was easiest and most pleasurable for the both of them this way. Draco kissed his way up and down Harry's back and he slid in, slowly and carefully. Harry groaned and rolled his head back, arching his body forward. Draco took this as an invitation, and began to move. Harry moved his free hand back and grasped one of Draco's, moving it to the front of his own body.

"Touch me, Dray." Harry whispered, arching once more as Draco thrust particularly deep. He obliged and they rocked together for hours, making up for lost time… fucking each other senseless.

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(June 3rd)

Harry woke up that morning as forceful pains shot through his whole body. He cried out and clutched his stomach, forcing himself to sit up against the pillows.

"Baby?" Draco asked, concerned. Harry managed to take a few deep breaths as Draco rubbed circles on his back. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Pain… lots of pain… shooting pains…" Harry croaked. Draco crawled out of bed and walked to Harry's side.

"Come on. Let's get you to St. Mungo's." He helped his husband out of bed and into a t-shirt and pants, then himself, then walked down to the car and drove quickly into downtown London. Once they were in a room and Dr. Montague was there, Harry's pains had dissipated a bit.

"Well, this is just the first sign of many that the baby is on her way. I think that now is a good time to start the bedrest. You're fine, Mr. Malfoy, but I'll give you a harmless potion to get rid of the pains. Let me know if it gets worse in the next couple of days, though." Harry nodded and Draco took the potion bottle. They left and got into the car. Harry was silent the whole way home, and Draco was worried.

"What's the matter?" He asked as he parked in front of their building. Harry didn't say anything. Draco sighed and they took the elevator up to their flat. He helped Harry into the bed. "The only thing you're going to get out of ignoring me is a very angry husband." Draco finally said, looking Harry squarely in the eye.

"Fine. I'll tell you what's wrong. I was really scared."

"Me too." Draco admitted, moving and wrapping his arms around his husband.

"It's nice to know I'm not alone." Harry sighed, snuggling closer to Draco. "Now what am I going to do now that I'm bedridden?"

"We could watch television."

"Ok. I'm hungry."

"I'll make you something. What would you like?" Draco moved off the bed and stood at the side.

"Ice cream?" Harry's eyes widened innocently. He knew he should opt for something healthy, but he'd been eating healthy for the past six months.

"Sure. What flavor?"

"Chocolate raspberry. With two spoons." He added, grinning wickedly. Draco smiled back and left. Harry turned on the television to a random channel. When he came back with the ice cream, Draco found Harry thoroughly engrossed in some film.

"What are you watching?" He asked as he sat down and handed him a spoon.

"Dirty Dancing. Excellent film." Harry answered as he took the spoon and ice cream, eyes not leaving the screen. Draco chuckled and was soon sucked into the plot of Baby and her dirty dancing. Indeed.

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The next couple of weeks went well. Harry was taking to being stuck in bed quite well; enjoying books Draco had bought him, watching movies on the television. He got up to take a shower every day, but other than that he was confined to the soft bed. Whenever he was asleep, Draco would go and work more on the nursery, otherwise spending all his time with Harry. They had been having lots of deep discussions about their future as a family, how scared they were, how happy they were, etc. Soon the nursery was finished and Draco had nothing to do but watch Harry sleep. Which, if you looked at it the way he did, wasn't such a bad thing.

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(a.n): hi! Sorry this chapter took so long. I've been really sick and a little preoccupied with a recent loss. I finally pushed myself and finished it, though, and I hope you like it! I can't believe I'm over 200 reviews ( thanks to fishnetfairy for #200.)!!!!

My review(er)s! how I love thee!

texasjeanette (you have such great ideas! i really wanted to incorporate the 'fears' talk more but couldn't find a spot. i hope the little bit i put in made you a little bit happier. thanks!!!)

broken-angel-gurl (hehe, yeah, pregnant people do, in fact, act like this. i've sorta overdramatized it, though, since harry's a guy and i just picture him as being really needy and whiney when he's preggers. hope you like this chapter!)

Brenna8 (::hugs:: thank you! your little compliment made my day. it's nice to hear that my writing's getting better and not worse, right? thank you thank you thank you!)    

Harry Pothead (SARAH!!! when you say you picked the name for the baby in Crazy little Honeymoon Thing, does that mean the baby survives? TELL ME IT DOES!!!! the last chapter was so dramatic! i wanted to die! anyway, i hope you liked my new chapter! you're forgiven and love ya back, babe!)    

Violet Rose (oh my god! they sell brian bracelets online for like 5 bucks, and i just recently introduced my friend (ex-boyfriend, actually, who is now gay. go figure. humph.) to QAF and one day he came to school and was WEARING a brian bracelet. i was laughing so hard. but anyway! SEASON FOUR STARTS TONIGHT! jeeeeez. i'm excited.)  

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WhitKnee (draco and sev went out because they are defiant like that. i know you're probably saying, 'the BASTARDS!' but hey. they're hot bastards. and i still love them. hope you do too! thank you for your review!)      

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Mistal: The Poisoned One (you are too sweet! i love writing funny bits between harry and draco. heh, they're funny to me and i'm always worried that they are ONLY funny in my head and not out of it where people can see it. but i guess you guys think i'm funny. which is good. thank you!) 

slasherbabe (hiiiiii! i love talking to you online! yes, everything did get better. thank god, since i'm crap at writing angst. damn it all, i'm too fluffy for that. i have no clue where the name holly drucilla came from, but i really like it.)       

Emma (we are soooooo going on pregnant-bitch retreats TOGETHER. definitely. my minxie ems and me, as big as houses, on a gigantic hotel bed eating ice cream and watching stupid porn. FUN! love yous)