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Author's notes: I'm sorry! I know this chapter is long overdue! I've just been too busy (procrastinating). And sorry that this is so short. I just had to rush something out for you all, lest all starts cursing at me. Thanks for all the lovely reviews. I never thought I would hit 200! Thanks so much!
"Oh no," Draco muttered. It was apparent that a birth canal had formed in preparation for the birth. Draco started to panic, not knowing what to do. "Harry?" Draco choked as he distinctly felt his hands and legs go cold.

"Yes dear?" Harry replied as he stood next to the entrance of the bathroom.

"I'm going into labour soon," stammered the blonde. He found it hard to try to express what he wanted Harry to know, his mind in a blur.

"What?" Harry shouted, for he did not catch what Draco said.

"I'm going to give birth soon!" Draco spoke up louder, as he slowly put on his trousers again and waddling towards the door. "I am so not going to give birth in the bathroom," thought the blonde.

"What?" Harry exclaimed. This time, he understood what Draco meant.

Throwing open the door, Draco stared at Harry through slitted eyes, himself obviously mad at the unmoved husband. "Go get me a mediwitch, you twit!" Draco shouted.

"All right, all right," replied Harry hurriedly as he moved towards the exit of their dormitory. Harry had heard Draco groaned at the first of the contractions, and he winced at the thought of it. Sprinting down the corridor to the infirmary, Harry pounded hard on the door, clearly disturbing its occupants.

"Madam Pomfrey!" Harry hollered as the door gave way under his heavy fists. A flustered nurse rushed out, a look of disdain plastered on her chubby face.

"Yes, Mr. Potter? I would appreciate if you would cut out the din, for Mr. Crabbe here needs to recover from a backfired curse." The nurse grinded her words impatiently as she shooed Harry away from the entrance.

"It's coming," whispered Harry. On hearing the two words, the nurse gasped and started blabbering. Harry had caught a few words, "So fast, Headmaster, Professor Snape and medi-kit." It was clear that the nurse wanted the Headmaster and the Potions master informed. Harry nodded in agreement as he took out a galleon from his pocket. Not just a normal gold coin, but one Hermione had charmed to display secret messages for the DA members. Quickly muttering a spell, Harry sent an encoded message to the four other people holding the other coins- Professor Dumbledore, Professor Snape, Ron and Hermione. Tittering as quickly as her legs would carry her, Madam Pomfrey made her way to Draco's dormitory.

In the dormitory, the sole occupant had started to break out in a cold sweat as his contractions worsened. It had felt as though a huge wave of spasm hit him in the middle, and he could feel the temporary cervix expand- it had hurt like hell. "Where is damn Potter…" Draco groaned between contractions, his hand gripping the bedsheet, nearly gashing through them.

"Draco! Are you all right?" Harry shouted as he burst into the room, half running and half throwing himself towards the blond.

"It bloody hurts…"groaned the boy. Harry brushed a messy lock of hair away from Draco's perspiration-filled forehead, his other hand holding to Draco's tightly. Harry knew each time when the contraction came, for Draco would grip his palm so tight, the nails cut into the flesh. Harry knew it was so much less pain compared to what Draco was going through, and some part of him felt so guilty about it.

"Mr. Malfoy," started the nurse as she proceeded to prop Draco's legs on a pair of stirrups she conjured on the bed. "I think you're going to give birth in about another hours' time."

"What?" both boys exclaimed. "You mean I've got to endure this for so long?" Draco screamed, his voice slightly hoarse. "Harry James Potter! It's all your bloody fault! I don't want this kid anymore! You can go have it yourself! Bloody hell…" The veela swore loudly, unable to accept the fact that he had to go through another hour of contractions.

"Mr. Malfoy, watch your language," snapped the Potions master as he stepped through the door together with the other three coin holders.

"What the hell are all of you doing here? And to think… urgh…I'm spreading my legs infront of you all…" Draco spat amidst his contractions, sweat pouring down his face, his breathing hitched. Once again, the nurse's hand disappeared under the big cloth covering from Draco's waist down.

"Oh, that's fast. I think you can begin to push at the next contraction," the nurse commented, mildly amused as the speed at which things were proceeding.

The six other occupants in the room kept their eyes on Draco as they watched the veela exert all his strength to try to expel the foetuses, his face a sheer look of agony and his hand tightly gripping Harry's. "Push!" Poppy's voice reverberated about the room as she urged Draco.

"Draco, come on, you can do it…" Harry mused, only to receive a momentary death stare from the veela in labour. It was obvious that Harry was not getting away scot-free for causing Draco so much pain.

"Potter! It's all your fault! You will pay for this!" Draco hollered and soon after, the cries of a baby were heard.

"Come on, Mr. Malfoy, one more to go!" Madam Pomfrey urged, as she cleaned up the first baby and bundled it in blanket. She shoved the baby to the nearby adult, who happened to the Potions master.

"What the…" Professor Snape received the bundle and held it gingerly, as though it was a volatile potion. The baby let out a small whimper, its lips quivering. Snape looked at its soft blonde curls and fair skin and smiled. Meanwhile, Hermione and Ron noticed the usually grumpy professor smile, and they themselves smiled too.

"Harry! I can't…" Draco heaved, gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white. Harry paid no heed to the sharp nails digging into his palms; all of his attention was channeled to the husband in labour.

"Argh!" Draco let out one last scream before he passed out, and the second baby was born.

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"Draco?" Harry whispered, while still holding Draco's hand. The veela blinked as he awoke, feeling sore all over.

"Harry?" Draco croaked.

"Yes dear," replied the boy.

"Where are the babies?" Draco asked as he struggled to push himself in a sitting position.

"Here they are," two voices chorused. Hermione and Ron held a bundle each, both grinning widely. They handed the babies to the two parents, Hermione giving Harry and encouraging pat on the back. Draco held the daughter, the first child born. Her blond hair fell nicely against her smooth fair skin, an exact replica of Draco. As Draco hugged her to his chest, the girl yawned and opened her large eyes- they were distinctly blue turning green. Harry held the son, the second to be born. He looked exactly like the Gryffindor, the impossibly messy black hair, and Harry knew, somehow, he would have grey eyes from Draco.

"She's beautiful," cooed Draco as he looked at his daughter. Harry could see tears welling up in his eyes, but did not comment, for he himself was equally lost as he stared at the slumbering boy.

"We're now parents," reminded Harry.

"What are their names?" Hermione asked.

"This is Lily Potter-Malfoy," Draco replied.

"And this is James Potter-Malfoy," answered Harry, never once taking his eyes off his son.

The other two Gryffindors smiled and nodded in agreement.


Author's note: cliche to the very bone- I think. No, I'm not going to demand for reviews for such a sloppy chapter.