Raising a Child

AN: I noticed I never put up a disclaimer so here goes...

I DO NOT own HARRY POTTER or RONALD WEASLEY or anything else that J.K Rowling has written or I would be rolling in the money.

Rating: PG13 Mpreg and so on...

Summery for this chapter: Harry and Ron head to Draco's house to ask him to make a conceiving potion for them to have children. The thing is Dray needs permission to make one...not that it'll be a problem.

Chapter Two: Can you help us?

They made plans to meet up with Draco at a small café in Muggle London to Draco's dismay. It was called Freena's Café and Coffee Shop. It was one of Harry's favorites places to go because of the quite atmosphere and very good cappuccinos. Sometimes before work (if he had the time) he would stop by and grab one for him and drop one off to Ron, which he very much appreciated.

They were to meet there at half past five and "have this so called discussion" as Draco so nicely put it and Harry was scared to death. He had no idea why, but he was. What if Draco wouldn't do it and they couldn't find anyone else? Harry was very keen on doing this once he thought how much having kids really meant to Ron. Ron came from a large family and surely Ron wanted one for himself also. This would probably mean a good bit a pain for him, but Ron loved him. Ron forever spoiled him, which Harry loves and hates. It should be Harry doing the spoiling not Ron, and it made him feel extremely guilty. Ron also made that go away too with his kisses and when they made love. Harry decided last night around one in the morning that no matter what Harry would give Ron what he wanted, a family of his own.

Harry was lost in his thoughts when he heard a knock on his door.

"Hey Flash (AN: another nickname), are you ready yet or do you have some work left to do yet?" Ron came up and rested his chin on top of Harry's head.

"Not really, Ro. Just let me put this paper away and we can leave." He pushed his chair away and headed to the filing cabinet.

"What do you do in here? Just paper work all day?" Ron asked looking at him while leaning on his loves chair.
"No, I do as my job says. I experiment different new charms and spells. When we get a positive reaction, I get loaded with paperwork and so on and so forth. Kinda like what happens when a magical animal causes havoc in the Muggle world and you get put on the job and you get paperwork galore like yesterday."

"Not all the time, now. The Department of Control of Magical Creatures isn't to stiff on it like yours. Most the time there's four of five people on one job so why have them all do it and get the same report?"

"Well, there's your answer." Harry threw his slyest grin in Ron's direction.

"Yeah, yeah now lets go home and get out of theses work clothes. We need to meet Draco in an hour." Grinning back at him.

At their flat Harry changed into one of Ron's scarlet sweaters and a pair of his baggy khakis with a brown leather belt. He walked into the living room and saw Ron lounging on the couch sipping Mountain (AN: is this how they spell it on the can? It wouldn't take how I thought it was spelled.) Dew and reading Richard Bachman's The Regulators.

"I have you addicted to that stuff don't I?" Harry laughed and waltzed over to the couched.

"Sort of. C'mere." He sat down his pop and laid down his book to pull Harry, who was conveniently standing over him, to lie on top of him. Harry complied and rested his head on Ron's shoulder and nuzzled the side of Ron's neck. "Love you, Flash."

"Love you too, Ro. I need to ask you something." He said looking up.

"Oh, what is it?" Harry smiled when he saw the curiosity displaying it's self on Ron's face.

"Where did you come up with the nickname 'Flash'?"

"Do you really want to know?" He got a nod. "Well, one night in seventh year, seams like a long time ago, huh, I was thinking about the final battle and started to think about you. That means your scar too."

"Yes, it does seem like a long time ago, but it's only been four years..."

"Hey, if it still makes you depressed don't think about it. I don't need that Draco of yours to get on my ass because you have tear streaks on your beautiful face 'cause you had bad memories and I comforted you."

"Sorry, Ron. I..."

"Harry..." He gave a stern motherly voice as not to start.

"Okay." Harry whispered.

"Okay." Ron whispered back.

"So..." Harry started again. "You got the nick name from my lightning shaped scar?" he put his sly smile back on.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I did."

Harry put his head back down into its former position as Ron picked his book back up and began to read again. About half an hour went by and Ron woke Harry up.

"Hey sexy. Wakey, wakey, sleepy head. Time to go see Dray about making us some kids." Ron spoke softly to him while running his fingers though his jet-black hair.

"No Ron let me stay in bed. Sod off Hermy I don't want to go to double potions today." Harry mumbled into Ron's neck.

"Harry your twenty-one years old and married. You don't have double potions." He laughed at his lover's habit of talking in his sleep.

"Mmmmmm? Good evening, love." Harry's hair was adorably tousled from sleep.

"Good evening indeed." Ron kissed his cheek. "We have to leave remember? It should take us five minutes to get there. Okay?"

"Okay." Harry whispered in reply.

They both got their shoes on climbed down the stairs to a door that came out into the cobbled way of Diagon Alley. The door was set aside of the entrance of QQS (AN: You should know what that is if you read the first chapter.) so they could see people rushing in and out of the shop.

"Harry! Ron! Over here!" Some called from the crowed.

"Hello, Dean? How are 'Mione and Jason?" Harry asked smiling.

"They're fine, but damit it's been a year since Jason's been born and I swear my hand still hurts from when she broke it." Dean replied rubbing his left hand.

"Well, remember it was your fault you got her pregnant in the first place. She was in labor for what, ten hours?" Ron asked grinning from ear to ear. Leave it to Hermione to be the first to get married and have kids.

"No, no, no, Ron. It was fifteen hours. You were only there for ten, but I love her anyway." Dean smiled at the memory of seeing his first baby boy.

"Oh, shit! Ron we're going to be late meeting Draco!"

"Oh, speaking of meetings I gotta go too. See ya boys! Hope to see you guys soon." Then Dean took off heading to Gringotts. (An: This is how it's spelled in the book. I checked!)

"So do I. To tell him and 'Mione that I'm pregnant with your child." Harry said as they walked into the 'Leaky Cauldron'.

"Me too."

As they neared the Café they saw platinum blond hair already sitting at one of the out side tables sipping on what look like, and latter confirmed to be, a frapechino. He looked up and smirked at the two upon appearing. He took another sip and his smirk turned into a very genuine smile that was only meant for Harry. As they took their seats he began to speak.

"So do tell oh faithful friend of mind how long have you been planning on giving birth?" He smirked again at seeing the shocked faces on both of them.

"How did you know? You didn't tell him did you Harry?"

"No I..."

"Oh, Weasley please. I knew it from the moment Harry said 'Draco I need to talk to you about something important.' Ya know it's kind of easy to predict. You come from a big family so why not have one your self?" Draco smiled again and then said to Harry, "Of course I'll brew it. I just need to get a license from a potions master after they look at my school file. Which means I practically already have one. I swear I won't let Serves (An: tell me if this is spelled wrong.) tell a soul."

"Thanks. You have no idea what this means to us." Harry returned the smile.

"No biggie. Hey, Ron why don't you get me a refill? Also while you're at it get your lover, and your self some coffee and a bite to eat?" He said waving his cup in front of Ron's face.

"Aren't you eating?" Harry asked worried.

"No. I almost forgot about our meeting and already ate. Just about a miracle that I made it on time unlike some people..." He trailed off.

"Sorry. We ran into Dean and..."
"Stop there. I know the rest." He laughed. "So Ron. How about my refill?"

"Yes your highness." He rose and took the Muggle money that Draco handed him.

As Ron disappeared in to the café he said to Harry looking into his eyes, "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

"Yes Draco I'm ready. I've thought this over. I have good reasons for wanting to do this. I really want a child."

"As long as you want it too I'm happy for you both. Harry if you need anything come to me all right? No, Harry I mean it. I still want you to take up on my offer on buying you two a house as a wedding present. No, Harry I..." Harry tried to tell him no. "Okay Harry let's put it this way. If you have twins I buy you a house, and if you don't you can stay in your flat. I won't take no for an answer." He paused. "Okay?" He whispered.

"Okay." Knowing full well that Draco really wasn't going to take no for an answer.

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Now if you have any questions about the 'Okay.' 's I'll promise I'll try to fit it into the story. It's an idea that I had for him to get over his depression over the war. Also my Tanks list will be on the next chapter. I'm waiting to get more. I hope. Sniff R&R!!!!