Raising A Child

Tj: Hey all! Wow I'm updating on my biggest Story! Are you mad at me? (Hides under Principle's Desk with a rusty spoon) Hehe. Anyway...I got sooooo many reviews that I can't list them! Wow. Thankyouthankyouthankyou! I appreciate it so much you guys. I'm writhing this in my Library Class. I have more time here that I do at home. (Laughs) So I'm writing from a school computer in my hic town Waynesburg! YAY! Anyway (cough).........

Summary: Draco Point of view for the most Part. Some of you have requested that I do some of the war. Well, I'm listening. I hope you like my point of view of how I wish the war to happen. So here we go.

Chapter Interlude: I killed my father and my friends.

"Harry!" Draco spun on the spot. "Harry! Where are you?" He lost Harry. He lost Harry!

People all around him were fighting. Throwing spells at each other. Deatheaters everywhere. He spun on the spot again and saw his mother kill her own friend and family.

"Bella. You weren't that bad. Poor, Bella. Why?" He saw his mother hold his aunt in her arms. "Why Bella? WHY?"

Harry. He had to find Harry.

Draco saw a bright light to his left and took off towards it. He found Harry. He was wand to wand with Voldemort himself. Then out of the circle of fighting his father came out of nowhere wand raised toward Harry. Draco knew what curse he was going to cast if he didn't do something quick. He was going to kill Harry. His Harry.

"Hey! Dad!" He hadto protect Harry. Harry was to fight the Dark Lord. Not Lucius. "Your fight is with me!"

Lucius changed direction and made way to his son. His eyes were full to the brim with hatred. He stormed over to Draco with a mighty stance. As soon as he got close enough he swung at him and landed a punch on Draco's temple.

"So you are fighting for Potter. I always knew you and your mother were not worthy of me." Lucius growled as Draco managed to get back on his feet. "It wasn't a shock to see your mother take the side of light when she woke from my spell."

"You...Bastard." Draco hissed at him.

"Call me what you will, but I'll always be your father." Lucius turned at took aim at Harry once again. "Ada..."

"ADAKAVARA!" Lucius dropped dead at his feet. "Burn in hell." Draco whispered. "YOU WERE NEVER MY FATHER!"

Draco only stood there a split second then ran to Harry, He had to protect him. He had to be there for him. Ron wasn't there. He was fighting the Deatheaters with Lupin and Hermione. Ron couldn't help Harry. Harry asked Ron to stay away for his safety. So he could protect him. So Harry could protect Ron.

"DIE!" Harry took a swing with the sword that he fought with in his second year. Voldemort's head was severed from his body. Then there was a bright light. The combination of colors was astounding. Then it was gone.

"HARRY!" Draco called out to him. Where was he? Where was his Harry?

"DRACO! Where are you?" He heard Harry's voice though the smoke and dust.

Draco ran in the direction of Harry's voice and found him on the ground with a look of exhaustion on his face. He looked so... helpless. Draco went over to him and held him.

"Are you okay?" Draco put Harry's head on his lap.

"Yeah, I'm just tired. Just really tired." Harry whispered up to him, his eyes barley staying open. "Is it really over? Is it?"

"Yes. It's over. It's all over and you can be the normal wizard you always wanted to be Harry. Just Harry." Draco started stroking his hair. "Go to sleep Harry. Take a nice long rest. Okay?" He whispered at the end.

"Okay. Just perfectly okay." Then Harry let his head be cradled in Draco's lap and fell into a dreamless sleep with a smile on his face.

"HARRY! HARRY WHERE ARE YOU?" Ron came darting out of the ruins and spotted Draco then Harry. "Is he all right? How is he. What's wrong?"

"He's fine. He's just sleeping. Taking a rest. He's perfectly okay." Draco said as he lifted Harry and let Ron take him. "He's perfectly okay."

(Later that evening.)

"What happened, Draco? Tell us. We won't judge you. What happened to you? Why won't speak?" Hermione was pleading, begging him to tell her what was wrong.

Draco just shook his head.

"Hunhum. Um, Harry is awake and wants to see....um...Mr. Malfoy, please." Midi-wizard said as he came to a stop in front of them.

Draco looked up at these words. Harry wanted to see him and not his lover? Why? Draco didn't question Harry. If Harry wanted to see him, Harry wanted to tell him something. He, too, needed to tell Harry something. He just nodded at him.

"He's just in there, Sir." Draco just nodded again as he was shown to the room.

"Draco? Is that you?" Draco heard from a bed in the back of the little hospital room.

"Yea, it's me Harry. What's wrong? Are you okay?" Draco sat down on the edge of the bed and took Harry's hand.

"Nothing's wrong. I'm just tired. So. Tired." Harry whispered.

"Then sleep Harry. I'll watch over you if you want me to."

"No. I saw what you did for me. What you did to your Dad. Thank you for saving me." Harry whispered to him.

Draco couldn't stop the tears from falling. "Listen to yourself. You saved us. You saved all the wizards in the world. I just helped on the side."

"You're my friend. You saved me. I owe you my life. Thank you. Thank you so much." Harry was crying also.

That night they cried together.

(AN: We are now going to the original time in my story. I think I worked out the WeAsley kink too.)

When Draco mentioned shopping, Harry lit up. He loved to shop. One of the things that drove Ron absolutely nuts, but Ron wasn't here. He was with his best friend in the whole world and they were going to go shopping. Point made.

"So what are we wearing? Drag or just normal stuff ?" Draco said from Harry's bed. Going threw some closes in the 'clean' basket which he 'gracefully' emptied on the bed.

"Um why not drag? I need some new dresses." Harry smiled at him and laughed as Draco claimed the small black dress he wore for Ron about two weeks ago.

"YES! Ya, Know I should just take this home with me. I wear it more than you do. Also, I bet..."

I don't get to wear it as mush because you thive it from me!" Harry shook his head. "Blondes. What should I do with him?"

"Okay. Just go ahead and poke fun at the hot guy. Let's all laugh at the hottie!" Draco melodramatically fell back on the bed.

"Yea, yea. I'm going to put this on." He said as he grabbed a small red and black dress from the pile of closes. "Don't forget to spell your self!"

"Yes, sir!" Draco said as he too got up and changed.

Harry went into the bathroom and started to undress. He pulled off his pants then his shirt then froze. He looked into the mirror. He then let out a scream of surprise and horror. There on his lower stomach it was rounded and smooth. Where did his abs go? Where did hi perfect waist go?

"Harry! What wrong in there?" Draco yelled from the outside of the door.

"I'm starting to show! I'M STARTING TO SHOW!" Harry was not pleased.

"Well, at least the men we meet today will really think you're a girl now." Draco sniggered from the other side. "Just get dressed."

"Stupid blonde..."

"I can hear you."

Harry put the problem aside then smiled. He was going to have children soon. How could he not smile? He picked up the dress and slid it over his head. The dress was red, all but the trimming, which was black silk. The rest of the dress was styled in rippled cotton. It was very nice. He took the waist's black silk belt and tied it into a bow on the small of his back. Now all he needed were some nice breast and some make up.

He stepped out side of his bathroom and did a twirl as Draco checked him out.

"Wow Harry. You have some awesome clothes. I never went threw them all. Well, till now that is." Draco said as he finished putting on 'slut' lipstick. (The bright red stuff you see on hookers even though I wear it sometimes this is what we call it) "You still need boobs."

Draco had on the little black dress and had at least a size b bra. He looked nice. He was wearing silver eyeliner, blackest black mascara, pink tinted blush, and white eyeshadow. It looked very nice. All the light colors beautifully contrasted with the dark. Only the lip stick looked bad.

"Before I do anything we are going to fix that lip color." Harry said looking through his bag.

"What wrong with it?" Then he looked in the mirror he was using. "Oh."

"See? Use this." It was a shimmery pink that matched all the other colors he was using.

"Factaum Breasta D." Suddenly Harry now had perfect D cup breast.

"Nice, but I like mine perky." Draco said teasingly.

"Well, I like mine big." Harry said and started to do his make up.

He put on: warm red lipstick, warm red blush, black eye liner, a dull red eye shadow with a little white, and some gold shimmer on his cheeks.

"Are we ready to go now?" Draco said as he put on black high heals. Harry was doing the same.

"Yep. Let's kill us some guys! Should we let them think we're girls the whole time or tell them at the end?" Draco said as he stood up and viewed his shoes.

"We'll see."

But this trip to Muggel London was going to interrupted, and Harry did not want to see this person ever again...

AN: Well I left a clife. I'm sorry! I will be updating asap! I promise. Are you still mad my faithful reviewers? (dives under desk with a plastic knife.) Sorry?! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! R&R R&R R&R R&R Please.

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