Dracona: I am so glad that you all like my story.
Draco: Me too.
Dracona: If this chapter isn't very good, I'm sorry. It's been a bad week. Someone very close to me passed away and I am a little upset.
Harry: Her old babysitter, Jean, got cancer and died last night at 2:00 AM in the morning and she never got to say goodbye.
Dracona: And I won't get to go to the funeral since I am at home and she lived far away. So, I'm out of luck.
Harry: Poor Dracona. @~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~
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They both turned around and noticed Madame Pomfrey standing in one corner. They hadn't noticed her before.
"Yes, thank you, Albus. Now, Draco, I need to explain to you some things."
Draco nodded his head.
"First off, I'll explain how you got pregnant."
"How did I get pregnant Madame Pomfrey?" Draco asked with a curious look on his face.
"Well, you see, when you and Harry, err, 'did the deed', you were both thinking about how happy you were that you were a family. Am I right?"
They both nodded, blushing.
"Well, you two just happened to make that thought into a wish. A wish for a family. You two made that wish at the precise time that the planets, stars, and elements are lined for fertility. I did a lot of research and that only happens on December 15 at 2:37 in the morning. You're lucky. That doesn't happen very often. About once every thousand years for males. It happens more often with females."
"So it was basically magic?" Harry asked.
"In a way, yes." She answered.
Draco smiled and said in a dreamy voice. "I knew it had to be magic, Harry."
Harry smiled and cuddled him closer.
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"This will be your new room. I hope you will find everything to your liking." Dumbledore said to the happy couple.
"I'm sure we will, Professor. Thank you so much." Harry said.
"Anytime, Harry. I'll leave you to explore. Tomorrow, Poppy wants to see you, Draco. At 8 o'clock sharp. The password for your room is "baby's breath."
Dumbledore left down the hall and Harry said the password to the room and stepped inside. He and Draco both gasped.
It was beautiful compared to the house common rooms. It looked like a small house. It was homey and comforting. There was a big cushy rug in the middle of the floor, and their feet sunk into it. It was a silverish colour.
There was a loveseat in the corner, facing a fireplace. There were also two big, cushy chairs that were on either side of the loveseat. The chairs and the loveseat were both green.
'I guess it's to make Draco feel more at home,' Harry thought to himself, since the colour scheme was the same as Slytherin.
There was a coffee table in between the loveseat and the fireplace, and a larger writing desk in the corner.
On the left side of the room, there were two doors.
On the right, there were also two doors.
They decided to look around and make themselves at home in there new rooms. The first door they went too was the nursery. It wasn't painted, and there were no toys. There was nothing but a crib, and a shelf above it, with a rattle on it. Harry guessed that was the Portkey.
He then caught sight of a piece of parchment in the crib. He and Draco walked over and picked it up.
It was a letter. It read:
Dear Harry and Draco,
It seems that you have found my letter and have also seen the nursery. We didn't paint it, or decorate it, as we thought that was rather personnel and that you two might want to do it on your own. On the shelf is a rattle. It is a Portkey to the Hospital wing, in case Madame Pomfrey isn't in her rooms, which she isn't very often. I hope you two enjoy your new rooms, and your new privacy. By the way, Draco, you are liberated from your prefect duties. I suggest you quit Quidditch as well. Too much strain, you know.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
"He really does think of everything, doesn't he?" Draco asked Harry.
"He thinks of a lot, I can tell you that much."
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After looking over the nursery and the crib, they decided to check out the other rooms. The next one they entered was right next door.
It was their new bedroom. There were two chest of drawers. One was painted red, the other, green.
There was a nightstand and another cushy carpet on the floor. Another desk was in the corner.
But the real eye catcher of the room was the bed. It was even more beautiful then Draco's mother's bed back at the manor.
It had four pillows that were each fat and fluffy. The blanket was thick and soft. It and the pillows were filled with down feathers.
There was a breathtaking canopy that hung down over the bed. It was draped across in such a beautiful way that both Harry and Draco were afraid to touch it, in fear that they would never get it to look like that again.
It was mad from see-through green, blue and light purple, sparkling fabric. It was soft to the touch and gave of a beautiful hue.
"I can't wait to hold you in this bed," Draco whispered to Draco, and he felt him shiver.
"I want you to hold me now. I'm tired of walking anyway." Draco smirked, seductively.
Harry grabbed him and pulled him into a fierce kiss. To Draco, it almost seemed desperate. It was true that it had been at least three weeks since they had made love, and they both wanting it, badly.
Harry began backing Draco towards the bed. To Draco, it seemed like an agonizingly slow procedure. He was relieved when he felt the bed press into the back of his legs. He let himself fall backwards, pulling Harry with him.
He landed on the bed, Harry on top of him and smiled. It would be a wonderful first time in there new bed.
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Hermione looked around her transfiguration class. Where was Harry? He hadn't been to any of his classes.
She leaned over to Ron and whispered. "Have you seen Harry?"
"I don't even look for Harry anymore." Ron answered.
Hermione gave him a look.
"Fine! Dumbledore called him and Malfoy up to his office at breakfast."
"Ron, why are you still mad at Harry? It's been a month."
"He chose Malfoy over me. What would you do?"
"I would forgive him. He can't choose who he loves and you have no right to judge him for loving Malfoy. Have you ever even looked at them together? Have you seen how happy he looks when he is with Malfoy?" Hermione whispered to him.
"Him and Malfoy can go to hell."
"Oh Ron, stop it. Grow up. Harry is your best friend. You need to apologize for what you said to him and you need to get a life."
Hermione got up and walked over, quietly, to the empty seat next to Neville.
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Dracona: Well, how did you like it? Or did it stink?
Harry: No. It was good.
Draco: Yeah. We loved it. It was about us.
Harry: Yeah.
Dracona: Are you for real? Or just trying to make me feel better?
Draco: For real. We love you.
Harry: Yeah. Review so she feels better about Jean and stuff. PLEASE ~begs with big emerald eyes~
Draco: Me too.
Dracona: If this chapter isn't very good, I'm sorry. It's been a bad week. Someone very close to me passed away and I am a little upset.
Harry: Her old babysitter, Jean, got cancer and died last night at 2:00 AM in the morning and she never got to say goodbye.
Dracona: And I won't get to go to the funeral since I am at home and she lived far away. So, I'm out of luck.
Harry: Poor Dracona. @~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~
Last time:
They both turned around and noticed Madame Pomfrey standing in one corner. They hadn't noticed her before.
"Yes, thank you, Albus. Now, Draco, I need to explain to you some things."
Draco nodded his head.
"First off, I'll explain how you got pregnant."
"How did I get pregnant Madame Pomfrey?" Draco asked with a curious look on his face.
"Well, you see, when you and Harry, err, 'did the deed', you were both thinking about how happy you were that you were a family. Am I right?"
They both nodded, blushing.
"Well, you two just happened to make that thought into a wish. A wish for a family. You two made that wish at the precise time that the planets, stars, and elements are lined for fertility. I did a lot of research and that only happens on December 15 at 2:37 in the morning. You're lucky. That doesn't happen very often. About once every thousand years for males. It happens more often with females."
"So it was basically magic?" Harry asked.
"In a way, yes." She answered.
Draco smiled and said in a dreamy voice. "I knew it had to be magic, Harry."
Harry smiled and cuddled him closer.
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"This will be your new room. I hope you will find everything to your liking." Dumbledore said to the happy couple.
"I'm sure we will, Professor. Thank you so much." Harry said.
"Anytime, Harry. I'll leave you to explore. Tomorrow, Poppy wants to see you, Draco. At 8 o'clock sharp. The password for your room is "baby's breath."
Dumbledore left down the hall and Harry said the password to the room and stepped inside. He and Draco both gasped.
It was beautiful compared to the house common rooms. It looked like a small house. It was homey and comforting. There was a big cushy rug in the middle of the floor, and their feet sunk into it. It was a silverish colour.
There was a loveseat in the corner, facing a fireplace. There were also two big, cushy chairs that were on either side of the loveseat. The chairs and the loveseat were both green.
'I guess it's to make Draco feel more at home,' Harry thought to himself, since the colour scheme was the same as Slytherin.
There was a coffee table in between the loveseat and the fireplace, and a larger writing desk in the corner.
On the left side of the room, there were two doors.
On the right, there were also two doors.
They decided to look around and make themselves at home in there new rooms. The first door they went too was the nursery. It wasn't painted, and there were no toys. There was nothing but a crib, and a shelf above it, with a rattle on it. Harry guessed that was the Portkey.
He then caught sight of a piece of parchment in the crib. He and Draco walked over and picked it up.
It was a letter. It read:
Dear Harry and Draco,
It seems that you have found my letter and have also seen the nursery. We didn't paint it, or decorate it, as we thought that was rather personnel and that you two might want to do it on your own. On the shelf is a rattle. It is a Portkey to the Hospital wing, in case Madame Pomfrey isn't in her rooms, which she isn't very often. I hope you two enjoy your new rooms, and your new privacy. By the way, Draco, you are liberated from your prefect duties. I suggest you quit Quidditch as well. Too much strain, you know.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
"He really does think of everything, doesn't he?" Draco asked Harry.
"He thinks of a lot, I can tell you that much."
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After looking over the nursery and the crib, they decided to check out the other rooms. The next one they entered was right next door.
It was their new bedroom. There were two chest of drawers. One was painted red, the other, green.
There was a nightstand and another cushy carpet on the floor. Another desk was in the corner.
But the real eye catcher of the room was the bed. It was even more beautiful then Draco's mother's bed back at the manor.
It had four pillows that were each fat and fluffy. The blanket was thick and soft. It and the pillows were filled with down feathers.
There was a breathtaking canopy that hung down over the bed. It was draped across in such a beautiful way that both Harry and Draco were afraid to touch it, in fear that they would never get it to look like that again.
It was mad from see-through green, blue and light purple, sparkling fabric. It was soft to the touch and gave of a beautiful hue.
"I can't wait to hold you in this bed," Draco whispered to Draco, and he felt him shiver.
"I want you to hold me now. I'm tired of walking anyway." Draco smirked, seductively.
Harry grabbed him and pulled him into a fierce kiss. To Draco, it almost seemed desperate. It was true that it had been at least three weeks since they had made love, and they both wanting it, badly.
Harry began backing Draco towards the bed. To Draco, it seemed like an agonizingly slow procedure. He was relieved when he felt the bed press into the back of his legs. He let himself fall backwards, pulling Harry with him.
He landed on the bed, Harry on top of him and smiled. It would be a wonderful first time in there new bed.
(no lemon for this one. Sorry. ) @~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~
Hermione looked around her transfiguration class. Where was Harry? He hadn't been to any of his classes.
She leaned over to Ron and whispered. "Have you seen Harry?"
"I don't even look for Harry anymore." Ron answered.
Hermione gave him a look.
"Fine! Dumbledore called him and Malfoy up to his office at breakfast."
"Ron, why are you still mad at Harry? It's been a month."
"He chose Malfoy over me. What would you do?"
"I would forgive him. He can't choose who he loves and you have no right to judge him for loving Malfoy. Have you ever even looked at them together? Have you seen how happy he looks when he is with Malfoy?" Hermione whispered to him.
"Him and Malfoy can go to hell."
"Oh Ron, stop it. Grow up. Harry is your best friend. You need to apologize for what you said to him and you need to get a life."
Hermione got up and walked over, quietly, to the empty seat next to Neville.
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Dracona: Well, how did you like it? Or did it stink?
Harry: No. It was good.
Draco: Yeah. We loved it. It was about us.
Harry: Yeah.
Dracona: Are you for real? Or just trying to make me feel better?
Draco: For real. We love you.
Harry: Yeah. Review so she feels better about Jean and stuff. PLEASE ~begs with big emerald eyes~