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.

A/N: Well, here you go. Next installment. This one is first person POV. After this it will go back to third person. I figured if I did Draco, it was only fair to do Harry's as well. Hope you all enjoy, and thank you for all the reviews! I am so excited! My most reviewed for story. YAY!

I pried Constance out of Hermione's arms with a rather large smile, "Thank you, 'Mione, for taking her for the day. Drake and I really appreciate it."

Hermione nodded, "Not a problem. She really lives up to her middle name." I watched as she scanned the downstairs, "Didn't get much done, did you."

"We worked on the upstairs," I replied, still grinning.

Hermione's smirk was anything but innocent, "Uh huh."

My mouth dropped open and I saw from the corner of my eye Draco's own eyes widening, "Hermione!"

She chuckled, "What? I didn't say anything!" She began digging around in her jean pocket and pulled out a set of keys, "I best be going. Mum's making my favorite dinner." She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, "In case I don't see you before school..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." I handed Constance over to Draco and hugged her, "Will you do me a favor?" I asked, pulling away.

"Well, I'll see what I can do. What is it?" She asked, heading towards the door.

"Find out what's going on with Ron? He hasn't owled me since our trip to Diagon Alley. I'm kind of worried." I ignored Draco's snort. It was true, I did miss him. He was my best mate after all.

She nodded, "I'll talk to him." With that she was gone.

I turned to Draco and smiled softly. Draco was so good with Constance. And they were so cute together. It made me wish for the thousandth time that I had a camcorder or a camera at least.

The tenderness he was showing did something to me, and I walked over kissing the blond softly on the lips, placing one hand on his upper arm and the other gently on our daughter. I pulled away and just looked at him, trying to determine what he was thinking.

His eyes opened softly and turned to meet mine, "What was that for?"

I just smiled and laid my lips over his again, this time not pulling away, though the kiss didn't deepen.

It was barely twenty seconds later when we heard somebody clearing their throat behind us. We pulled away from each other, both a bit dazed, and looked to see who was here now.

"Headmaster." We said, simultaneously.

"Boys." He said, nodding, "This is Gianna Korkshunt. She is from the adoption center at the Ministry. Ms. Korkshunt will be conducting the inspection and making the final decision."

Ms. Korkshunt was short, bulky and looked rather strict. Exchanging a glance with Draco, I was glad then that they had walked in on such an intimate moment, "Hello. I'm Harry Potter-Malfoy." I held out his hand.

She glanced at my hand then up at my face, eyes flowing to where my scar was hidden behind my bangs, "Hello." She didn't smile, which made me grimace slightly and drop my hand.

I took a step back and placed my hand on the small of Draco's back, "This is my husband, Draco Potter-Malfoy."

She nodded and looked at Constance, "That's the child then?" When we nodded, she gave us a rather stern glare, "May I see the letter the mother left with her, before I tour the house?"

I nodded and motioned for her to follow me, "We placed it in the desk for safe keeping. So if you'll follow me?" I walked into the main office, which we used to house our school books and homework. I pulled the note from the desk, which was the same one I found with Constance in the first place. We thought it would have been too much hassle to write another one, when the first worked just as well. I handed it over, glancing over her shoulder as Draco walked into the room. He smiled at me. Gah, he's got a gorgeous smile. I should tell him that later.

"Mm, I see." She muttered to herself, "When was she left?" Ms. Korkshunt looked up at me, frowning again.

"Two weeks ago, just after our bonding." I replied.

Ms. Korkshunt raised an eyebrow, "Bonding?"

I nodded, "Draco and I have been together for a year and a half. Two weeks ago, after our birthdays, we finally decided to make it official. Dumbledore officiated our bonding. It was for marriage and a soul-mate bond."

"I see. And you say that the child was left right after that."

Shit! She's suspicious! I knew the look well, "Yes. Almost right after actually. We had heard a noise outside, as we were in the formal living room, but just passed it off as an animal. It wasn't until our friends were leaving that we found her."

Draco walked over and sat on the settee, Constance no longer in his arms, but rather in the cradle we had place in the room, "It was love at first sight. We also wanted to honor the mother's wishes, so we talked to Dumbledore right after reading the note. He agreed to gather the proper paperwork."

I gave him a small smile, and turned my attention back to the short woman. I had no idea where Dumbledore had run off too, but we weren't worried about him having to confirm the story. He's the one who came up with it after all.

"Well, I will go and look the house over. After two weeks you should have everything you need to take care of her. Then I will give the baby a check-up." She turned on her heal sharply and left the office.

I turned to Draco, "Remind me why we're telling everyone Constance is ours? It seems like such a hassle." I sat down next to him and curled up into the arm he offered.

"Well, we both have friends that would have tried to talk us out of adopting her. As we both want to keep her that was the best way to do it." Draco squeezed my shoulder and pulled away. He stood up and walked over to the cradle, looking down at the sleeping baby.

I stood up also and walked over to stand next to my husband. My husband. Its only been two weeks, but I really don't think the novelty is going to wear off. It wasn't what I was expecting, that I can tell you. Getting married at seventeen and not having a wedding night. Having a kid while im still a . . . a virgin. Mind boggling I tell you. What I couldn't believe was that the soul-bond worked.

I didn't know if Draco thought about it at all, but I had done some reading on it. The book I found said that if the soul-bond didn't work the rope used would have started on fire. It didn't. The only reason I knew that Dumbledore performed the bond was that I had been to a wizarding wedding. They didn't do the rope tie.

"Draco, were you surprised at the wedding when Dumbledore did the soul-bonding?" I asked, wrapping my arm around his waist.

"No. Well, maybe a little. We are too much alike, you and I. Although I hid it, the similarities were there. I don't know how Dumbledore knew, and I don't think we ever will. The man knows way too many things."

I nodded, even though I knew Draco couldn't see it. It was nice to know what Draco was thinking. Even if it wasn't all of his thoughts, even a bit proved he at least trusted me enough to tell me some things.

"Well, everything seems to be in order."

I felt Draco jump, which, I might add, surprised me. Normally he knows when people are walking into a room.

"The house is in perfect condition. Clean, non-obtrusive. You have everything you need for the child. Child care books, toys, clothing, and food. I must admit that that is a bit more then what I expected. All I have left is to perform the child's checkup." Ms. Korkshunt said, nodding at Constance.

I lifted Constance out of the cradle and, after a bit of hesitation, handed her over. We watched as Ms. Korkshunt carried her out of the room. It was a bit obvious she didn't want us to follow. It scared me, her walking out with Constance. It became an underlying fear that I wouldn't see her again. I could a panic attack coming on.

I hadn't had a panic attack in years. Deep breaths, Harry, deep breaths. I bit my lip and gave Draco a grateful grin as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. It helped, a bit.

"Harry, everything's ok. Dumbledore's still in the manor, somewhere. He knows what Constance means to us. He won't let her take her. It'll be okay." Draco whispered, pulling me into a tight hug.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and buried my face in his neck, "I know." I whispered back. I knew that, but the truth, for once, wasn't helping me.

"She's in perfect condition. The mother took good care of her before she was given up." Ms. Korkshunt said, walking back into the room.

I swear that women had a knack for knowing when we were doing something. Always walking in on a close knit moment. I grinned and kissed Draco, then turned to the woman holding Constance "Does this mean we can keep her?"

Ms. Korkshunt nodded, "Yes. I had Headmaster Dumbledore draw up the official documents. He informed me that you wish for everyone to believe she is yours. Because of your bonding, it's possible. I am the only one in my department that has access to these papers, so no one will find out." She handed Constance to Draco, who held his arms out, "As of now she is known as. . ."

"Constance Angel Potter-Malfoy."