A/N: This is just a baby chapter that leads up to something much bigger and better, in fact, so far, the next chapter is going to be the longest one I have written... And this one has a little suprise for you all, mwhahahaha!
Chapter Twenty-Five - Huston We Have A Problem
"Draco... please go to sleep!" Harry whinned, pulling the quilt up over his head. "It's three in the bloody morning, why the hell aren't you tired?!"
Draco was sitting in front of the mirror, pouting at his reflection and mumbling to himself. He turned his head and glared at the pile of blankets. "I'm fat! I am really really fat! I don't like it one bit. I left the room for half an hour this afternoon and every other girl in the whole school was drawn to my stomach. It wasn't funny and I didn't like it one bit!"
Harry appeared from beneath the covers and glared back. "You think you're fat?!" He threw the covers the rest of the way off. "Look at me! I look like Dudley!! And at least you got loads of girls making faces at you, I had loads of boys from my house going 'oh bwess, wook at wittle hawy' and stroking my hair and stuff. Usually I would call it paradise, but it was just plain annoying!"
"What's a Dudley?" Draco said, wandering over and climbing into bed, his attentions momentarily dragged from his appearance.
"Trust me babe, you don't wanna know what a Dudley is. You are never meeting my family... ever..." Harry said, shuddering at the thought of what Uncle Vernon would say if he knew that Harry was pregnant, and how he would react to Harry having a boyfriend...
"Well I want to meet them. I think it would be fun. By the end of this year we will be able to use magic outside school and they wouldn't dare be horrible." Draco said proudly, attempting to snuggle up to Harry, which prooved something of a mission owing to their size.
"I wouldn't bet on that. I wish you could have met my dad... I wish I could have met my dad come to think of it..." Harry trailed off and Draco smiled.
"I have met your dad... he was a really nice guy."
"Huh?!" Harry said, sitting up very straight. "Um... my dad is dead, how on earth do you recon that you know him?"
"He's currently in residence in Dad's room. Did you not read the post-it?" Draco said, pointing to a bright yellow post-it that was stuck to the back of the door. Harry got up and walked over to the door, pulling the post-it off and reading it out loud.
"Harry, your dad is ghosting around in dad's room. He want's you to go and say hi. Lots of luv, Draco xxx" He paused. "How long has this been here?"
"Three days."
"What?! Did it not occur to you that - since it hasn't moved - I might not have read it."
"You have to remember that I have only known you properly for about eight and a half months, dear. I don't know you inside out!" Draco drawled.
"You're doing the voice again."
"No i'm not."
"Yes you are!"
"I so am not... AHHH!" Draco screamed as something touched his hand and dived sideways out of bed.
Harry giggled and wandered over to help him up. "Are you always that scared of owls, or is it just a reason to get out of bed again?"
Draco pouted and glared at the owl sitting on the bed. "Do they really have nothing better to do!! I swear it's the same one, every time!!!" He shouted, snatching the note off of it's leg. "Go away you rediculous creature!!!!" The owl hooted in a most pouty manner and flew off. Draco mumbled various obsenities as he unfolded the note:
Heyo Dray!
Come look after your sister, she is getting on my nerves.
Love Daddy xx
Draco walked out of the room without another word to Harry, who was still fighting the laugher at Draco's freaking out over an owl. Draco wandered into Severus and Lucius' room, where Lucius was sitting on a sofa begging Elorah-Dannen to shut up. "Why'd you have to send an owl? It's barely four steps down the corridor to my room!"
"Well I didn't want to wake everyone up." Lucius snapped. "She hasn't shut up for hours. Severus managed to sort out Kellan but she is determined to be different."
"I might be dead, but even I have to get sleep ya know." James said, lounging on a sofa, looking completly unimpressed with the noise. He smiled. "Maybe that's why I'm here... the kid has actually screamed loud enough to wake the dead."
Harry wandered into the room, and sat down on a sofa opposite his dad... it took him a while to notice that James was even there. James smiled. "If your sceam anything like she does, then i'm sorry to say that i'm disowning you." James said with a smile.
"Dad? What are you doing here?" Harry asked softly. He could barely believe his eyes. His dad was right there in front of him and he couldn't think of a single thing to say.
"Well, seeing as the Powers That Be have been picking on you and Draco... well, everyone really, I have been sent back... still dead, but here... to look after you." James said softy. He wanted to go and hug his beautiful son but, obviously, that was impossible. "And I couldn't just sit up there in the clouds while my son was giving birth! I want to see my grandchildren!"
Harry gave him a weak smile. "I don't think you're going to have to wait very long..."