Title: Baby of our Dreams

Rating: PG-13 for now

Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with Harry Potter. Only Constance is mine.

Summary: Harry finds a baby on the door step of his relatives and runs to Draco for help. Will be SLASH! If you do not like, hit the back button on your server and have a nice day. Oh, and of course, a bit ooc. Except for Dumbledore, cause I really don't think anyone can make him ooc. Odd isn't it.

And to the reviewers, to whom this chapter is dedicated, because with out you, this particular chapter wouldn't exist. THANK YOU!!! Its so early, and with so many reviewers, they all get clumped into one, big, THANK YOU!! I just hope its what you all wanted. If not, then oh well. You got your explanations.

"Well, Dumbledore's gone, and Constance just finally went back to sleep." Harry muttered, falling to the couch in the shared living room with a sigh.

"Long day for you, huh?" Draco asked, walking out of his bedroom, where he had been changing.

Harry watched Draco carefully, trying to figure out what had changed in the blond. He had known that things had changed for Draco where surroundings and family were concerned, but inside, and the way he was treating Harry? It was all so confusing, and wasn't helping with the small amount of adrenaline that was pumping through his body yet from all the excitement, "Yeah. Long day." He let his head fall back, eyes sliding shut.

Draco sat down next to Harry, and looked down at his hands, "I bet you have a couple of questions for me, don't you."

Harry managed to raise an eyelid, "A couple?"

"Ok, possibly more then that." Draco chuckled, "We can talk about it now, or do you want to wait until tomorrow?"

"What the hell happened to you? You went from being jack-ass number one, to god-send number one. Quite the turn around." Harry said, after a moment of silence.

"Apparently we're talking about it now." Draco sighed and ran his long tapered fingers through his silky tresses, "Well, to start off with, I never actually hated you. Mainly I was jealous. Jealous of things I could probably never have outside the Slytherin common room. You led such a carefree life! It bugged me so much that I had to watch my every step while you pranced around, not caring what anyone thought or what could happen. I began to hate myself, and the family I had been born into. Ok, I'll admit, I am vain, and proud of it. At the time that was really the only thing I could control. I felt like a puppet. The self-hatred got worse and I tried to hide it. I built walls upon walls within my mind, leaving only that jealousy to linger and expand with every passing day..."

"Oh, Draco. I had no idea!" Harry exclaimed, sitting up in his seat, staring at the blond with sorrow etched across his face. It was true, though. Harry had never really looked close enough at Draco to notice anything, other then the outward playing emotions he always deemed as hate.

Draco shrugged, "No one did, and that's the point. But, in potions one day, I had an epiphany. Just one little action seemed to change my whole outlook on things. You jumped in front of Snape, someone you hate more then life, to take the brunt of that scalding potion. That was the day I realized that maybe, just maybe, I could do the same." He shook his head and smiled slightly, "I did too. I took a step back and realized, my fathers gone. I don't have to live up to Malfoy expectations anymore, and that did help."

"But, I don't see..."

"Harry, I hated myself, and I figured that if you could save Snape, even from a life time of physical scars, I could do the same with myself. Save myself from a life time of emotional scars. Because of you I was able to save myself."

Harry frowned. In a twisted sort of way, he supposed that did make sense, "So, you had to see with your own eyes someone, or rather me, saving someone they hated in order to the same? Even if it was only yourself? To see that it was possible?"

"Yeah, weird huh?"

"In an odd sort of way, yeah. But what about now? Why are you being so nice to me?" Harry asked, the day's events passing through his mind.

"That, Harry is something I discovered over the past month. It took nearly that amount of time, plus the last two months of school for me to realize that my jealousy was soon unfounded. I had no grounds for it anymore. So I decided quite recently that once school started back up, I was going to attempt to make amends with you. I still want to be your friend. Possible more..." Draco trailed off, voice in a whisper.

Harry caught it, though, and looked at Draco, "What? Do you really...?"

"I heard the rumors, Harry. I know that your bi. And now with our engagement, my hopes have been raised." Draco replied, blushing slightly.

"So, you want more then..." Harry couldn't finish his question, as a loud wailing erupted in the nursery.

"Gah, she was only out an hour!" Harry stood up and ran into the nursery. He looked down into the crib at Constance, whose mouth was wide open, allowing the unearthly sounds to be unleashed.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.

"I dunno!" Harry picked the little one up and cradled her in his arms. Unfortunately for Harry, she apparently needed a bit more then holding.

"Try her diaper." Draco suggested, a smirk naturally fell into place at the thought of Harry having to change a soiled diaper.

Harry frowned, but lifted her up to smell, "Nope. And she was just fed before I put her down too."

"Hmm," Draco scratched at his chin in thought, "Well, did you burp her afterwards? She might have gas."

Harry raised an eyebrow, "How do you know so much about babies?"

"Part of the up-bringing. My mum wanted me to have a large family. In order to do so, I would have had to of started early. She found in necessary to train me in all areas of child rearing, should a nanny be unavailable at the time. I also babysat my one year old cousin all last summer." Draco replied with a shrug.

"Good. You take her. I don't know how to do this." Harry handing Constance over to Draco, "So that means, someone is going to be teaching me along the way."

Draco nodded and shifted Constance so her head was lying on his shoulder. He patted her back for a few moments and tried to ignore the piercing wails being directed into his ear. He sighed in relief the moment she burped and quieted down with a soft sigh.

"Let's put her back to bed, and then do the same ourselves. I'm knackered." Draco said, re-shifting Constance so she was being cradled.

Harry smiled, "Good idea. I put her down the first time so now its your turn." He walked towards Draco and stopped less then a foot away. He kissed Constance on the forehead, and after a brief deliberation in which his sane side properly lost, did the same with Draco, rather aiming for his lips then the forehead, "Night." He whispered, smiling against the warm skin.

Draco stood stock still as Harry stepped around him and out of the nursery, "Night?"

TBC of course.

Well? Did that clear some things up? God, I hope so. This chapter took me nearly two hours to write. Which because of you actually wanting some sort of plot in here, I had to write this up and stick it in. I actually had a chapter written, but I owed people explanations, I guess. And if that made sense well then yay me, cause its like quarter to four in the morning. Sooooooo you know the drill! Review Review Review! YAAY!