Morning was hell. At least to some people. It wasn't for Draco Malfoy. His lover was another story entirely. Draco banged on the bathroom. "Harry, come on! Let's get downstairs!"

"I'll there in a moment."

Draco crossed his arms. "Your hair won't flatten so give it up." Harry's voice drifted from under the crack of the bathroom door, "Shut it." He snickered and waited in the front room. Katrina was long gone with the Weasleys to get her breakfast. After a few more minutes, Draco grew a little bit more impatient. Just as he was considering banging on the door again- really, what could he be doing in there that was so important- and Harry appeared in Muggle clothes. The blond man sighed, getting up from his chair, "It's about-"

He stopped. Harry's face was pale and slick with sweat. "I'm not feeling good, Draco," he muttered before passing out next to the coffee table. Draco broke out of his horrified trance, feeling for signs of life, and let a relieved breath loose when he felt healthy vitals. He leviated him to the hospital wing. The other mediwitch on duty made him wait outside. He paced restlessly.

What was wrong with him? Would he be alright?

He was only mildly reaaured by the knowledge that Harry had been through much worst conditions and had been strong enough to face every aspect of those conditions. The hospital wind door opened. To his surprise, old Madam Pomfrey beckoned to him, smiling, "He's awake and wants to see you, Mr. Malfoy." Not feeling like he was moving fast enough, Draco moved around her to see his lover sitting upright in one of the hospital beds, grinning thoughtfully at him when the blond man rushed over to embrace him.

"I'm sorry for scaring you," Harry whispered.

"As long as you are okay, love."

Madam Pomfrey walked over, looking decidedly more stern. "I have a few questions for you, Mr. Potter." Both men straightened up, exchanging worried glances.

xxx

Hermione Weasley knocked on the Potter's door loudly. Ron frowned at her. "Mione, they probably have an explanation."

She glared at the door. "They better have. Breakfast ended an hour and a half ago." He touched her shoulder.

"Calm down. Take a breath."

Hermione knocked harder and more loudly. Johan pointed to a figure in the distance. The adults gazed at Draco approaching, dazed, blinking slowly.

"Well! It is about time!" She shrilled, "Where is Harry?I have a few choice words for him!"

He whispered, "Hospital wing." The color drained from Hermione's face. Katrina took off running towards that section of the castle. They all followed after her, shouting her name, and she weaved through students and grownups, bursting into her destination and jumping into her father's arms. Harry glanced at her, eyebrows raised.

She murmured against her shoulder, "Don't die, Daddy." His eyebrows lowered in confusion.

"I'm not going to die. What on earth gave you that idea?"

Everyone crowded in. Ron and Hermione first, panting. "Harry, are you alright?"

He nodded at them, then rubbed Draco's hand. "I'm fine. I have some news though." Draco smiled at him faintly. "I'm pregnant." Hermione went silent, Ron whitened, and Katrina seemed puzzled.

Hermione let out a girlish squeal and threw herself at him after Katrina rolled off of him. "Omigosh! Congratulations! Harry! We're going to be pregnant together!" He blushed at her attention.

"I didn't know you were pregnant, Hermione."

"Only a month but... Harry, this is so exciting!"

Hermione hugged him again and he choked, "Oxygen... Mione please..." Ron pulled her off gently and grinned down at him, his color returning.

"Congrats, mate." Harry smiled back thankfully. "Thanks, Ron."

Katrina exclaimed, "I don't understand." He lifted her into his lap, cradling her shoulders.

"It's okay, kiddo. I know this is strange. But, it's good news. You are getting a new brother or sister."

Katrina's green eyes darkened. "No! I don't want one!" She stormed out to leave everyone but Harry gawking. With Draco's help, he offered, "I'll go talk to her." He knew that she liked hiding up in the Astronomy Tower. Harry went through the trapdoor and seated beside her moodily staring off into space. "Why don't you want a new sibling, Katrina?"

He realized after a moment that tears were streaming down her face. She whispered sadly, "I don't want to be like James. It would be better if there were no more."

Harry stroked her honey blonde hair. "Kiddo, I had you. And you are fine. The baby won't get hurt like James. I promise." She flinched and her lower lips trembled.

"Really?"

He kissed her forehead. "Of course. We are much safer here than anywhere else."

"What about my dream?" She suddenly looked much older as Katrina turned to him to state seriously, "I knew Dray would do that. I pretended to drink it."

Harry smirked, messing her hair. "You are a little sneak, aren't you? I wouldn't be surprised if you had been a Slytherin." Katrina in turn messed with his with a sheepish smile and they hugged, a daughter and father comforting each other."Come on. Everyone is worried about us."

She asked teasing, "So you are the Mommy then?" He laughed.

"I guess so."

Katrina placed a tiny, pale hand on his flat, covered stomach. She closed her eyes tightly as if concentrating on the feel of him. A gripping feeling crossed Harry's stomach but it did not make him queasy. She reopened her bright green eyes and removed her hand as the feeling passed. "Wesley will be a good Quiddich player someday. All of the girls will be drooling over him."

His daughter never ceased to amaze him.