Hi everyone, time for another chapter.

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CHAPTER TWO

It took Draco two weeks to leave the infirmary. He felt better physically except for the last two mornings when he had been sick to his stomach. He didn't tell the nurse, she would had surely kept him in longer and he needed to get back to his studies to pass his NEWTs. He wanted to graduate and leave this place where he had so many memories of his love. He knew that he would never love again. It was in his blood to only love one person for the rest of his life even if this person was dead. This was caused by some Veela blood that went back a few centuries on his father's side.

Draco who had never cried for anything in his life found himself crying himself to sleep every night and whishing to never wake up. But when the morning came he would get up and get back to work. He hid his pain deep within himself. He no longer talked to anyone and he didn't smile anymore. He looked like a ghost of his former self.

Having nothing to do he easily caught up with his school work. And thanks to his godfather he was able to perform any new spell and potions perfectly. He also noticed that he was still sick in the morning and he was now starting to get tired quite easily. He almost fell of his broom during a Quidich practice. He decided to let the reserve seeker play the last game. Without Harry Quidich lost all it's appeal.

It was finally time for the NEWT exams. He passed them quite easily and waited to get his results and diploma. At the final feast professor Dumbledore gave his usual end of year speech. He requested a moment of silence to remember their fallen hero and all the others who had also perished in the war. It took all of Draco's strength to not bolt out of the room crying. Draco noticed that he was getting strange stares from Harry's friends. He didn't understand why they weren't all over each other crying themselves silly over their fallen friend. Draco just shook his head and got back to his meal. All of a sudden he became nauseous as the smell of the food got to him. He got up and quickly made his exit from the great hall. He made it just in time to the boy's loo.

The next morning he found himself again throwing up in the bathroom. "What the hell. If I didn't know better I would think that I'm..." He stopped mid sentence as realization hit him. He knew what was going on. He was a Malfoy and it was totally possible if he loved his mate with true love, which he did. He placed a hand on his stomach and closed his eyes. He went deep within himself to fee his magical core. He also felt a smaller magical core within himself. He could feel his son's heart beating; strong and steady.

"Oh Merlin! I'm pregnant. And I'm having Harry's baby." Draco started sobbing in the bathroom. He cried for about half an hour before getting himself under control. He got up and made his way back to his room where he got dressed and went down to catch the train to London. On his way he made a silent promise to his lost love.

"Harry my love; I hope that you've found peace. You're probably with your parents and godfather right now. Just yesterday I wished I could join you but now I have a new reason to live. Our son is growing within me. I promise you that he will have a better childhood then we ever had. I promise to love him and to let him know that he is loved. Thank you for giving me this final gift."

Draco bid goodbye to all the teachers. And when he shook professor Dumbledore's hand he told him in a cryptic way that not all of Harry had died. The old professor looked at him like he had lost his mind but Draco just gave him the Malfoy smirk and turned around to get on the train.

"I guess he'll find out in eleven years when you come to Hogwarts my son." Draco patted his still flat stomach. Once in London he had made an appointment to see the family healer. He need to know just how far along he was. He still intended on traveling but he would have to use muggle means since he couldn't apparate while pregnant. And the floo would just make him sick.

At the healers office he was probed and tested for a least an hour. The healer was an old friend of the family and had been the one to help his mother give birth to him. "Draco you are five weeks and two days along. You are due for early February. Your son is healthy and since you are young and strong I don't anticipate any problems with this pregnancy. Just be careful not to apparate and if you feel tired and weak take some time and lie down and rest. Now I want you to take these potions. One is for morning sickness and the other is a vitamin potion. If you have any questions please feel free to contact me anytime."

"Thank you Healer Johnston. Please don't tell anyone about this visit. Due to who the other father is I need to keep this pregnancy secret."

"Can I ask you who it is?"

"Yes but I will have to put a secrecy spell on you." Draco cast the spell and told the healer that the father of his child was no other than the boy who lived Harry Potter. After taking the prescribed potions Draco left the healer's office and made his way towards Godric's Hollow. It was time for him to say his goodbyes to his love.

When he got to the cemetery he noticed that it was protected by many charms. They probably don't want anyone digging up the Potters and Black's graves. He noticed a sign that said that only blood family and friend could come into the cemetery. Draco was scared that he couldn't enter since no one had knew about their relationship. When he got close to the door he felt a small flutter in his stomach where his baby was. He felt the wards open up to let him in. "I guess they could tell that I'm carrying a Potter."

Draco made his way to a freshly dug plot. On it was a very simple headstone. It mentioned Harry's name and date of birth and death. The simple epithet said "Here lies the boy who died to save us all." Draco kneeled in front of the grave and traced the letters with his fingers. Silent tears were coming down his cheeks. He didn't see the eyes of the cemetery's guard on him the whole time he was there. The old man had orders to report everything to the Headmaster of the Wizarding School.

Draco placed his hand in front of him and used his wandless magic to make a crystal rose to put on the headstone. He felt another flutter in his stomach and suddenly inside his rose appeared a small blue crystal rose. It was simply magnificent. Draco used a sticking charm to hold in to the top of the headstone. He promised himself that he would visit Harry's grave every year on the anniversary of his death and on their son's birthday. He knew that Harry would want to be told about their son. He had wanted a family so badly.

With a final kiss to the headstone Draco turned and left the cemetery. He got into his car and drove away. He didn't see the old wizard apparaiting away.