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Author's notes: Thanks all for the reviews! Yay I hit 90. Woohoo Sorry if I pissed some of you off for doing that "threatening" thing... just to let you know.. I had long written chapter 10, and if you have been reading these fic for some time, you should realise that I update every 5 days... (ever since this year) so even if I had not hit 90, I would update. :P So this early one is to thank ya all! If nothing goes wrong, Chapter 11 should be coming on 31 Jan.


Reviews:

Falcon'sTears13: No, he won't miscarry (in future). Don't worry. Opps, I'm not saying if he's pregnant though.

Starrarose: I think it's quite hard on Draco having to carry twins. Though that's the rampant number. And no, I'm not saying he's pregnant. (yet)

Princesspepper: You sound like you read ALOT of mpreg fics. Heh heh heh.

Thanks to Tinas74, Sarah (calm down! He's not in labour!), Lady Angelique of Mystiqu, IcyAurora8, MzPsycho, Yana5, MalfoysQueen, icetinkles, lonlyheart, Layce74, fudgebaby, violet7amethyst, angelkitty77, Goldensong, HP/DM4eva


"Harry…" Draco mewed, his voice shaky.

"Yes?" Harry replied patiently. He kneeled infront of Draco, and held the boy to his chest. It pained Harry to see Draco in tears, and he wished he could do something to make it all better.

"I'm…" Draco choked on his tears. "Not pregnant."

"What? Why? Why are you crying?" Harry did not know what was going on.

"I… I thought I was pregnant. But I'm not. I was so worried…" Draco sobbed. Harry held him close and soothed him.

"Hush, I know, I know." Harry stood up and held the veela close to him. "I'm sorry, I've been so inconsiderate…" Harry apologized. He knew that if Draco became pregnant, it would be his fault, and at that time, it was his fault Draco was so worried. The two embraced each other for the next few minutes or so, before Draco broke the hug.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what got over me, must be my veela hormones or something." Draco wiped his tears dry and rearranged his hair.

"Don't be. I'm sorry. The next time we…" Harry stopped mid-sentence. He did not know how to go on. "How dare I even speak about sex when he is so vexed over it?"

"We'll use a contraception charm," finished Draco. He smiled and kissed Harry lightly on the lips. "You want to go for a walk? I don't feel like staying here." Harry nodded, and the two left for the lake.

Strolling around the lake, the two had an uncomfortable silence between them. It was summer turning autumn; some of the leaves were beginning to turn brown, and light breezes were gracing the land.There were no other students in the vicinity; Harry had managed to find them a secluded spot and they sat down.

"Harry," Draco broke the silence. "Do you want to have children?"

"Huh?" Harry was caught by surprise by such a question. He never gave such things much thought. "I don't know… I haven't really thought about it."

"Why, Harry?" Draco probed.

"Well… let's just say that I never really planned for the future." Harry replied. Draco nodded in understanding. "You know, I never thought I would survive Voldemort. I know I would have to face him someday… and I don't think I would survive him head-on."

"Oh Harry…" It hurt Draco to hear of such things from Harry. "You'll survive. You're a hero. You're my hero." Draco laid his head on Harry's shoulder and closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he smelled his surrounding; the musk of Harry's soap, the smell of fresh green grass…

"What about you?" Harry asked.

"Me? I don't know either. I never gave it much thought too…" Draco hesitated, "until just now. When I was waiting for the results from the test… I had lots going through my mind and…" Draco sighed.

"Never mind, Draco. It's over. We'll just have to be careful in future, ok?" Harry comforted, running his fingers through the soft blonde hair. "Anyway, you want to go to Hogsmeade together this weekend?"

"Don't you have to be with Weasel and Granger?" Draco had refrained from using the term "mudblood" around Harry. The things people do for love.

"I think they would appreciate some privacy," Harry chuckled. Draco shook his head.

"What do they see in each other anyway?" Draco questioned as he played with the blades of grass near him.

"You don't need a reason to love someone, Draco," Harry replied, "I love you for nothing, Draco. I don't love you for your loves, I don't love you for money, I don't love you for anything. I just love you. Isn't that enough?"

"Since when are you so sappy?" Draco cooed, though he was secretly grinning about it.

"All right, we'll go Hogsmeade together. But… what if the others see us?"

"They're not attracted to you anymore, remember?" Harry gently blew on some stray strands of Draco's hair, sending a ticklish feeling to the veela.

"Then why are you not affected?" probed Draco.

"Because I don't love you for your looks. I just love you. Draco, stop asking me these questions ok?" Harry gently lifted Draco's chin and planted a light kiss on his lips. The veela melted under his touch, and any other burning questions were soon forgotten. Making out on the field at the lake was a whole new experience for the two; kisses shared were coupled by long blade of grass tickling them.

Remembering the time, the two soon left the lake and made it back to the Great Hall for dinner. After which they would have to report for Snape's detentions. The two could hardly keep their eyes on their dinners; both throwing playful glances back and forth about the Great Hall, like as though they were having a game of muggle tennis. Ron and Hermione on the other hand, were behaving like as though they had been married for ages; Ron stuffing his face and Hermione grumbling about his lack of etiquette.

"Ronald Weaseley! Stop stuffing your face and listen to me!" Hermione commanded.

"Art?" Ron responded, his mouth filled with mashed potatoes.

"Don't speak with your mouth full! And please chew properly?" Hermione complained, herself slowly cutting up her chicken into bite-sized pieces.

"Ew hound ike arm," Ron paid no heed to Hermione's comment.

"What?" the girl flared.

"You sound like Mom." Ron articulated, having swallowed his food. Hermione beat him playfully on the arm and returned to her dinner.

"I don't mind being Mrs. Weaseley," mumbled Hermione to herself, but Ron heard her.

"You want to marry me, ay?" joked Ron, causing Hermione to turn a bright pink. Their friends started laughing, and Dean started singing "The Wedding March", Harry humming along in amusement.

As dinner ended and the rest returned to their dormitories, Draco and Harry went down to the dungeons to serve their detention. They had no idea what Snape would arrange for them to do, but seeing that Draco was Snape's godson, Harry assumed that detention shouldn't be that hard after all.

"Mr. Potter, initially I would have had to hand you over to Professor McGonagall for detention, but on the account that you and Mr. Malfoy are inseparable," hesitated Professor Snape as he threw Draco a "Snape's wink" (which wasn't technically a wink, but Draco understands) and then continued, "you shall serve detention together with him."

"Thank you, Sir," murmured Harry. He still found it hard to have to be ambivalent around Snape; it just didn't feel like the correct thing to do.

"Well, today, you will go clean the student's supply cupboard, no magic allowed. I've cast an anti-magic charm on the shelves, so no point trying." Snape snorted. Harry and Draco then left his office carrying pails and rags.

"Seriously, this is chicken feed to me. I've done lots of cleaning at the Dursley's," Harry chuckled.

"What feed? Anyway, the sooner we get things done, the sooner we can leave, the sooner we can go check out the new bedspread I ordered from Italy…" Draco suggested, his smile curling into a grin.

"Right, let's get cracking then!" Harry sprinted ahead towards the Potions classroom, and was surprised when he found out that the veela could actually catch up with him, and overtake him.

Breathless from the sprint, Harry threw the bucket on the floor and tried to catch his breath. His veela counterpart on the other hand, was sitting on a table, waiting for him, and sporting a smirk on his pale face.

"Fine, you win. Come, let's get started." Harry magically filled the pails with water and soap, he began to clean the bottles and glass jars holding the potions ingredients, while Draco scrubbed the shelves. The humidity of the dungeon was getting unbearable for Harry; hence he began to take off his robe and the grey sweater, leaving only a slack tie around his neck and his white shirt left. Rolling up his sleeves to his elbow, Harry's smooth and muscular forearm was on full display for Draco.

"Hey, stop taunting me. You know I can't resist you, right?" Draco scowled as he noticed Harry undressing. He himself had divested of his robe too.

"Oh really? I forgot," Harry teased. Draco rolled his eyes and continued scrubbing the shelves.

Harry picked up a sponge and soaked it in soap water and hurriedly transported it to the jar. Raising his arm above his head to clean the bottles stored up high on the shelf, the overly wet sponge began to drip onto Harry; streams of water running slowly down his smooth forearm to his shirt, and gradually wetting the front of his white shirt.

"Harry…" Draco had witnessed it all. The translucent wet shirt was now stuck to Harry's chest, the outline of his muscles and abs were clearly seen. Draco dropped his rag, and prowled towards the Gryffindor. There was no stopping of his raging veela genes now. Not when its mate is looking so delectable in front of him.

"Hmm… Draco…" groaned Harry as the veela ran his hands down the wet shirt, and Draco quickly planted his lips with Harry's, allowing their taste to linger in each other's mouths.

Draco broke the kiss first. "We have to get this done," he panted. "Then we give you sponge bath." Grinning, the two quickly finished their task, in a slipshod manner, no doubt.

Xxx

Saturday soon came, and the two woke up in the morning in each other's arms; it has become a norm for them to sleep together after detention with Snape. Harry's bed in the Gryffindor tower has been deserted so many times a week the other boys had gotten used to his absence. On one occasion when Harry sneaked back in the morning, Dean had mistaken him for a thief and attacked him, in the dark, of course. Anyway, Harry went back to the Gryffindor tower to change and left Draco to dress himself. Being typically Draco, he took more than an hour to put together an outfit, and if one must know- a dark royal blue silk shirt that accentuated his milky fair skin and a pair of black trousers. He topped it all off with a leather jacket and leather shoes. He gelled his hair sleek back; all these had made him look ravishing. Harry, on the other hand, just threw on an oversized sweater and a pair of baggy stone-washed jeans. His hair remained a messy mop, his sneakers a duller shade than before due to accumulation of dirt. Draco scowled at his scruffy outfit, but thought he was cute nonetheless.

Strolling to Hogsmeade hand-in-hand, the two made their first stop at Honeydukes. Harry bought a bag of assorted chocolates and sweets, and was shocked to find Draco with his arm filled with sugar quills, nearly thirty of them.

"Draco? You really want those?" Harry eyed the wands Draco carried.

"Sure, I have a sudden craving for them. And let's not forget the bouncing marshmellows, and yes, pass me a dozen of those lemon nougats? I feel like having something sour…" Draco drawled, letting his eyes wander all over the candy shop.

"Draco, I didn't know you had such a terrible sweet tooth," Harry put down Draco's selection on the counter and paid for them while the blonde lingered around the chocolate shelves.

"Me neither," Draco commented, his eyes never leaving the white chocolate golden snitch that were charmed to fly about in the shop. Draco jumped and tried to catch a few, but they always escaped his grasp. Noticing that a few other students were observing the Slytherin seeker, Draco promptly quit and pushed the task to Harry. "Harry, catch me one of those." Harry shook his head in amusement. The owner of Honeydukes were kind enough to allow anyone who caught these snitches have them for free, well, everyone except Harry. Harry almost got them every time.

"Madam Athoch, my friend here is dying for a snitch. May I?" Harry motioned to a snitch hovering above his head, and the owner gave him a nod. Harry jumped up with much agility and caught the snitch with ease.

"Thanks!" Draco held the snitch and quickly stuffed it into his shopping bag. Grinning gleefully, he led Harry out of the shop, himself carrying and awfully huge bag of candy. They jogged down the street towards Madame Puddifoots'.

"Darn… it's so full here today…"Draco whined as he scanned the crowd for an empty table. "There there!" Draco exclaimed and made a beeline for a small table beside at a corner. Harry squeezed past a few other students and joined Draco at the table. The lights in the shop were dimmed today, deliberately. Madam Puddifoot wanted to show off her new gadget- scented candles that played music when lit. The table where Harry and Draco were at had a pink candle that played piano ballad composed by a renowned wizard. Draco was unknowingly humming along, Harry merely enjoying the ambiance.

"Here's to our first date!" Draco raised his glass of pink juice of some sort and clinked glass with Harry.

"To my love," Harry chorused. "Nice place, isn't it?"

"Yes, she should do this more often. Great place to smooch," sniggered Draco. Harry laughed. "What? I'm serious! Look at Blaise and Finnigan there!"

Harry choked on his drink upon hearing that. "Zabini and Seamus?"

"Yes, didn't you know?" Draco asked. "Most probably not. You haven't been around in your dormitory a lot, have you?"

"I see… I never thought…" Harry was still overcoming the shock of knowing about another Gryffindor-Slytherin couple. The two then sipped their drinks quietly, exchanging occasional glances and smiles. Harry took Draco's hand and began to stroke his knuckles and play with the slim fingers. Draco playfully pulled his hand from Harry's grasp, and they ended up having some sort of a finger fight.

All of a sudden, Harry shouted "Draco! Look behind you!" Draco swiftly turned around, his veela agility coming into play.

"What?" Draco looked around and found nothing worth his attention. Turning back with the intention to chide Harry, Draco gasped at what was presented to him.

"Oh Harry! You shouldn't have…" Draco squealed with delight as he saw the present for him. Harry smiled when he saw Draco beam.

"You're worth every knut of it," replied Harry. "And seeing you happy makes it all worthwhile."


Author's notes: Ah-ha! At this point, don't tell me you don't know what Harry bought him. It is SO expected. You know, some sort of jewelry etc. etc.? Come, throw in some of your guesses, and let's see who gets it first. First correct guess gets a chapter dedicated to you! -woohoo- (How exciting.... Riiigggghhhtttt) Anyway, -GASP- ABSENCE OF MORNING SICKNESS ONE DAY AFTER GETTING PREGNANT? So does that mean he's not pregnant? Seriously. I'm still thinking who should be pregnant. Poll please- tell me who you want to be pregnant... though I love a pregnant and grouchy Draco... do vote ok?