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Author's notes: A Valentine's Day gift for all you readers! Chapter 14 on 14th February... heh. Love ya loads! muacks!


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Incessant Darkness:Oh, I have no idea how long this fic will be. Writing as I get ideas. Glad you like the songfics! Tee-hee.

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It was soon Halloween, a festival both students and staff enjoyed, well, everyone except perhaps Filch. Being part of the planning committee, as suggested by Cho, both Harry and Draco played key roles in coming up with the details of the Halloween ball, from the logistics to every last morsel on the dinner plate.

The committee was made up of students from all four houses as well as all the prefects. Gryffindor had Harry, Dean, Hermione and Ron; Slytherin had Draco, Pansy, Blaise and Bulstrode, Hufflepuff had MacMillan, Abbott, Susan Bones and Finch-Fletchley and Ravenclaw had Goldstein, Padma Patil, Michael Corner and Cho. Each house was in-charge of one aspect of the ball, Gryffindors planned the menu, Hufflepuff handled the logistics, Ravenclaws decided the decorations and Slytherins did the programme flow as a whole. Harry had often chipped in to the Slytherin's job such that he could be with Draco, helping keep after dinner entertainment somewhat prudish enough for the teachers' standard.

This year's theme was not exactly special, for Professor McGonagall was not at all keen on Draco's idea of "holding it underwater". Like the past, it would begin with a day off school, a cocktail and tea session before dinner, the sumptuous dinner itself, some after-dinner entertainment, and then dancing into the wee hours of the morning. Harry thought that the Ravenclaws did a great job on the décor; Hagrid's giant pumpkins carved and converted into little sheds, scattered around the large garden for students to sit in. "Great for stealing smooches", Draco had said. They decided to forgo the thousand live bats, for students from the previous year complained of bat droppings. In place of those flying mammals, singing toads of different pitches were gathered and orchestrated to "sing". The décor committee had stuck with the flaming orange streamers though, allowing them to float about the Great Hall, under the night sky.

"Harry, I don't think people are going to be interested in guessing the birth date of the Whomping Willow. I think it would be harder to guess McGonagall's age. That witch is ancient," explained Draco at the Programmes committee meeting. Harry had sat in the meeting out of sheer boredom; deciding between pumpkin pie and pumpkin strudel wasn't nearly as fun as planning entertainment. The few Slytherin in the committee had apparently accepted Harry into the group, for the couple's relationship was no longer a secret ever since their frequent appearance in Hogsmeade together, hand-in-hand or mouth-to-mouth.

"Yes, that way the raffle just gets larger, and more interesting," commented Pansy as she twirled her hair.

"But who would know the answer? I don't think that old bat, I mean, cat, would reveal her age," reminded Blaise.

"All right, all right. Stick with the tree then. Now, we've got the details figured out, I need to go visit the lavatory," Draco drawled as he stood up from the table.

"You are going to the lavatory awfully frequent? Bladder problem?" complained Bulstrode. She was right- Draco was going to the lavatory a lot these days, for he was getting really large and the large baby constantly pressed on his bladder, resulting in a frequent need to relieve himself. So far, only Draco, Harry, Ron and Hermione knew of the pregnancy, with exception of the teachers, of course. And those who know all agreed upon one thing- male pregnancies last so much shorter than female pregnancies. Only about three months pregnant, Draco looked as though he was in his seventh month or so, his huge belly concealed by a glamour charm from the other students.

"And since when do you care?" Draco spat, making his way to the lavatory, trying hard not to waddle in full view of his peers. Even though he had almost gotten past the morning sickness, his mood swings were still evident, and even worsening.

As Draco lumbered off, the three remaining Slytherins stared at Harry and gave him an once-over.

"So, you are serious about Draco?" asked Pansy. Grinding her words, she could never really get over the fact that Draco turned gay, and left her for Harry.

"Yes. I love him with all my life," reaffirmed the Gryffindor.

"Which isn't very long," Blaise added. "That's if we hear of you not treating him well enough."

"Right. I don't know why we had agreed to trade our Slytherin Prince over, but you better be nice to him, or else," warned Bulstrode. She snorted, in an attempt to feint superiority, but came across more as a swine-like snort.

"And by the way, Potter," Blaise spoke before Harry had a chance to respond to Bulstrode's threat. "Are you going to marry Draco someday?"

"Yes! I love him. And I've already proposed to him…" Harry paused. "Have I really proposed to him?"

"Don't be ridiculous!" Blaise erupted. "If you really did propose, he would have told us about it. At least me. I'm his best friend, you know."

"I know I gave him a ring, and he took it that I proposed…" stammered Harry. "Now to think of it, was that considered a proposal?"

"That was not a proposal, you dimwit. Draco told me about the ring and all, and he also told me that he wished you would propose for real. The flowers, the kneeling, the works. How thick can you get, Potter?" Blaise rambled, perturbed by how insensitive Harry had been.

"Really? Man, I never knew." Harry mumbled, lamenting himself for being so callous.

"So, you do know what you need to do? I would say Halloween ball. The perfect opportunity," suggested Pansy as she smirked. Harry smiled meekly; he needed a plan.

Xxx

"Harry, what are you doing?" Draco looked over the Gryffindor's shoulder as he was working on the desk in their study.

"Nothing, just writing a letter to Remus," Harry replied, dipping the nib of his quill in the inkwell every now and then. Ever since Sirius' death, the ex-professor had been like a second godfather to Harry. Although he would never be able to replace Sirius in Harry's heart, the boy was grateful to have someone like him around, someone who truly cared and was capable of shedding light in his darkest moments.

"I see. Anyway, I'm off to the library to do some research for class. See you later," chirped Draco as he waddled through the door. Harry smiled to himself as he penned down the following words- Do you know where I can get enchanted roses- in the letter. Harry had heard of the enchanted roses of the wizarding world, roses that only bloom two days before Halloween, but lasts forever. Each year, only fifteen stalks would be produced, and thus highly sought after. These roses are renowned to be the prettiest roses in the world, both muggle and wizarding, and their rarity often symbolising a token of love. "These roses must cost a bomb, but Draco's worth it." thought Harry. Contrary to his belief, the roses are not expensive, but they are priceless. The witch that grows them sold them to customers based on what she believed to be affinity; if one was fated to own those roses, she would even give it to him or her for free.

Sealing his letter and sending Hedwig flying off to Remus' residence, Harry sat back in the chair and started working on the second part of the plan- the kneeling. Harry figured that the roses would be enough to make Draco happy, but to play safe, he would have to kneel. Harry felt that there was no better opportunity and place to do it but at the Halloween Ball. Knowing the exact details of the after-dinner entertainment, right down to the song played for the dance, Harry knew, at the back of his palm, which song would be the song where he would kneel in front of Draco, and propose to him. Smiling to himself, Harry stood up and padded into their room, and went to work on his biggest surprise for Draco.

Xxx

"Hi, Draco! Fancy meeting you here!" chirped Hermione as she passed by Draco's table in the library.

"Why, why, am I not surprised to meet Granger here," snapped Draco, annoyed at been interrupted.

"Can I sit here?" Hermione continued, ignoring the less than amiable tone Draco had used. She sat herself down on the seat across him, dumping her armload of books on the table. Draco merely snorted and returned to his reading for Care of Magical Creatures, "a subject where you need to read to pass. Don't expect anything useful from that giant" Draco had said.

"Draco, I got this book for you." Hermione took an ancient looking book from her bag and placed it on Draco's side of the table. The blonde picked up the book gingerly; fearing that if he exerted any force, the pages would crumble. "It's a book I found in the clearance section of Flourish and Botts, apparently the owner mistook it for an outdated health book. In fact, it documented male pregnancy," continued Hermione, rambling on.

"Really?" Draco flipped open the book, scanning down the contents page, and neatly written in Edwardian script, "Male Pregnancy". The book must have been published at a time where books were still copied out by scribes; before the time where the spell for automated quills and wizard printing were still unknown. "Wow, this is good. Thanks Granger," marvelled Draco as he skimmed read a few sentences from the chapter of interest.

"You're welcomed," replied Hermione sweetly. She proceeded to do her own reading; for she wanted to finish all the homework for next week, knowing that they would be too busy preparing for the Halloween dance. She had tried talking Ron into starting his essays too, but to no avail as the redhead was busying himself with quidditch.

"Her… Hermione," stuttered Draco as he tried to address Hermione by her first name.

"Yes?" Hermione looked up from her essay, trying her best not to look surprised or shocked.

"Can you do this spell on me?" Pushing the book across the table, Draco urged the girl to look at the spell at the bottom of the page.

"I don't know, Draco. This spell is rather old, and…" Hermione paused. "Since when is there a spell Hermione Granger can't do?"

"Please," plead Draco. For a spoilt brat who got his way in everything, it had taken considerably a lot of courage, as well as to muster every ounce of humility he could find to plead.

"All right. Let's go somewhere to do this?" Hermione slapped the books shut and picked up her bag, motioning for Draco to follow her. Tagging a safe distance behind, in order not to evoke stares from fellow students, the two left the library quietly and made for the Room of Requirement.

"What is this place?" Draco asked as he stood next to Hermione outside the entrance to the Room of Requirement.

"This is the room of requirement, just think of what you need, three times and the room will provide it," Hermione explained as she ushered Draco in. The room was made suitable and comfortable, a couch in the middle. It was a perfect setting to cast the spell, and for Draco to find out the gender of the child.

"Draco, go sit on the couch." Hermione said, taking one last look at the spell and drew out her wand. Draco abided and sat himself down on the couch, nervous. "Here we go." Hermione mumbled to herself and pointed her wand straight at Draco's stomach.

"Revealis sexia," articulated Hermione. A white light shot out of her wand and penetrated Draco's stomach. Draco held his breath; his eyes wide like a saucer. Draco could feel a warmth spread in his stomach. From where Hermione stood, she could see different coloured light emitting from the swollen belly. "Red means a girl, blue means a boy…" Hermione repeated in her head as she waited for the erratic light to settle down.

"Draco?" Hermione stuttered. "This can't be true…" she thought.

"Yes? Is it a boy?" Draco asked nervously, his heart pounding hard.

"No," replied Hermione.

"Good, I always wanted a girl," beamed Draco.

"No?" Hermione choked.

"What do you mean, no?" Draco asked, puzzled.

"You're have twins, Draco. And one's a girl, the other a boy." The next thing Hermione knew, Draco had fainted on the couch.

Xxx

"Draco? Are you all right?" Harry asked as he noticed the first signs of Draco stirring from his sleep.

"Harry?" Draco answered dreamily.

"Draco?" Harry helped the veela sit up in the bed, their rustling alarming the mediwitch.

"Mr. Malfoy," she started as she stalked towards his bed. "I gather that you fainted from what Miss Granger found out from the spell?" Draco nodded. The mediwitch smiled. "All right, I think you should be well enough to leave after you get dressed."

"What spell? What news?" Harry asked, befuddled.

"Hermione didn't tell you?" Draco asked, amused. "She must have wanted me to tell you myself."

"Right, so?" Harry pressed.

"We're having twins. One boy and one girl," Draco beamed, his smile wide.

"What?" Harry exclaimed and went on to hug Draco. "This is great!" The two were bathed in bliss. "Now I should have to start getting busy," thought Harry. It was evident, Harry's big project involved Draco and the children.


Author's notes: The paramount of clichés- twins. Muahahaha. And yes, what Harry's up to is just so expected. Come on, throw in a few guesses and we'll see who'll get it right. Review!