Title: Baby of our Dreams

Rating: PG-13 for now for a bit of swearing and kissing.

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, because I really don't think anyone can make him ooc. Odd isn't it.

A/N: I'm so very, very sorry that it took so long to get this chapter up, not only was it moving to fast for my liking (something I still haven't changed mind you) but our monitor was on the fritz, and sitting at a 45 degree angle for nearly two weeks. I conned my grandma into borrowing hers, and now (other then the fact the screen is smaller) I can finally write this without worrying about getting a bloody kink in my neck, such as what happened to me last night. And so, past the formalities, im going to add a second author's note, with is imperative that you read. I'm even going to make a warning for it, because it is rather important. And no, I'm not stopping this fic, in case you're wondering.

# PLEASE READ A/N 2! VERY IMPORTANT! #

A/N 2: I am going to try something different for this story, and attempt to do it in Draco's POV. Quite literally first person. I've done this before, however it wasn't with Draco. I'm sorry if you don't like this idea, but with it from 3rd person POV revolving around Harry, a lot of Draco's thoughts on things really aren't being put in or mentioned. So, I'm going to experiment. Let me know if you don't like it, and I won't do it again, if the case may be. REMEMBER! This is just an experiment.

(Warning: 1st person POV: Draco)

"Oh, dear Merlin! Dumbledore's going to be here in like, three hours!"

I watched in detached amusement as Harry pace the floor of the living room. However, I couldn't take the constant left and right motions. It was making me rather sick, "Harry," I started, "relax. Everything's going to work out fine."

At first I thought my words actually did calm him, as he stopped and suddenly looked at me, however, I seemed to be wrong, "Draco, I just thought of something."

I raised an eyebrow, "What?" I could have sworn we had thought of everything.

"The bedrooms! If you look at them, you can tell we don't sleep in the same room! How are we going to pass that one off?" He asked, his eyes widening.

I smirked, an amusing little response leaving my mouth before I had a chance to stop it, "How about, you snore?" I said with a repressed laugh, which to my utter disgrace, sounded more like a snort.

"I'm being serious!"

My eye's widened as Harry grabbed a pillow off one of the arm chairs and chucked it at me. I dodged it easily, "So am I. You snore." I replied, righting my self on the couch.

"Draco, we need to prove we are a loving couple! In other words, we need to make it look as if we share a bedroom."

I grinned as another witty repertoire made its way passed my lips, "Your room or mine?"

Merlin was I on a roll today. Could possible be my own nerves surfacing, but someone had to be the strong one in this relationship, and it quite obviously wasn't going to be Harry.

Harry threw his arms up in what seemed to be disgust, if his facial expression was anything to go by, "For the love of...can't you be serious? For one miniscule second?"

"Fine, clean up your room. Hide everything and make it gender proof. I will go into my room, change the coloring a bit and enlarge the bed. Viola, we share a room." I replied, quite flippantly too. Anything to get him to calm down.

I rubbed at my temples, feeling a headache coming on, but I couldn't help but smile as Harry stuck his tongue out at me before he left to do as told.

What shocked me the most was how forceful Harry could be at times, when he wasn't freaking out or cooing over Constance. He was a constant slave driver when it came to softening the edges around the manor. After the past week, the house was something I never thought I'd live in. We ended up changing the colors of the main rooms to a soft cream color instead of the stark white. Added more carpeting, changed the furniture and placed a few of the babies things here in there, tucked away yet still noticeable.

I even swallowed my fear and scourged my father's study. It was the one place I hadn't been in since his death, not counting his and mum's suites. That was the only other place I wouldn't go. I didn't even touch those rooms. But the manor seemed much more homely without the threat of dark magic's leaking out of my fathers study.

I stood up in walked into my room, doing exactly what I told Harry I was going to. The bed went from a queen up to a king, and the green down comforter was changed so that it was Navy blue. I kept the fabric the same, seeing as how I was not going to give up my silk for anything. I also enlarged the armoire so that it could house Harry's clothes without everything getting all wrinkled. I also changed the rest of the colors in the room to match the comforter. Including sheets, drapes, rugs, and the curtains around the bed.

"Well, that was easy. Did Dumbledore say how thorough the search was going to be?"

I shook my head as I turned to face the boy leaning against my doorframe, "No, so you'd better bring your clothes in here. I enlarged the armoire to house your things."

"Okay." Harry pushed himself upright and turned around; preparing to do as I suggested, or rather ordered from the way it came out.

"Harry..." I called out, a thought occurring suddenly.

He glanced back over his shoulder, "What?"

"Does the room look like a guest room again?" I didn't want to have to do all this work for nothing.

"Yeah. I changed the colors to a dark, pine green and managed to hide any traces of my being in there."

I watched as he walked out and then promptly sat on the bed, sighing as I sunk down at least three inches. I didn't mind having Harry here, or being married to him actually. I had liked him for quite awhile, though what I told him about the whole jealousy thing was true. It was also true that I wanted more from him. He was attractive in a boy next door sort of way. Quite becoming actually.

I was rather shocked though, when Harry walked back in with a frown on his face, when he had left with a smile, "What?" I asked.

"You know, as much as I love Hermione taking Constance for the day, I'm feeling a bit lost."

I nodded, I was feeling much the same way. I watched as he dropped his trunk next to the armoire, "Speaking of which, how did you manage to get Granger to take Constance without making her suspicious?" that question had been on my mind all morning, ever since the bushy haired girl practically bounced out of the manor with our hopefully soon to be daughter. My eyes strayed to Harry's arse as he bent over to dig in his trunk, and I nearly blushed when he stood back up and turned to look at me. Nearly.

"Eh," He placed his hands on his lower back and quickly thrust his shoulders back, causing a large crack to echo through the room, "I just told her that we wanted to work on the manor some more. She agreed readily enough."

"Ah." Well, that explained that one. I don't think Grangers head is too far into the proverbial gutter to think else wise, so I had no worries. Though, she had been coming around quite a bit the past week, despite the fact that every time she left she said that she might not see us again until school. And that lovely thought got me thinking of the other member of the golden trio, and while I hate the arse completely, I knew Harry was missing him, "Any idea why Weasley hasn't popped up lately? I thought he and Granger were attached at the hip."

Harry shrugged, "I don't know. I haven't talked to him since the wedding, and that in itself is weird considering he didn't look all that upset about it."

I stood up then and reached out, grabbing Harry's wrists gently. I don't know what possessed me, but I pulled him to me and wrapped my arms around his waist, "As much as it pains me to say this, you should talk to him. Get to the root of the problem and fix it before I do."

He nodded and dropped his head to my shoulder. I felt him relax as the anxiety he had been harboring all morning seemed to drain out of him.

"Draco, I'm sorry if I was being annoying. I was just worried." He muttered, as he turned his head so face was buried in my neck.

I shivered slightly as his warm breath ghosted across my collarbone. I ran my hands up and down his back, trying to reassure him, "I know." Then I frowned, "What do you mean was?"

Harry pressed closer to me and tightened the grip around my neck, "I think everything's going to be okay."

TBC

A/N: I hope that was ok. It's been awhile so I had to back track to Draco's explanation. Didn't want to contradict myself. It turned out ok, from my perspective. A bit more understanding Draco's part, though not as much as I would have like, but I think anymore and this would have headed into Drama, and apparently some people don't want that. Big grin well, I hope you all like it, and to my reviewers, may I say that I am completely shocked that I hit 109? Shocked my mom when I screamed in happiness. Well, keep up with the reviews. I love them and you all so much!