Raising A Child

Author's Note: Hey guys! I know it's been over a year, but a lot of things happened to me. I've been very busy. The biggest thing was bio class and my internet was cut off for most of the year, but I'm back. Now there are a few things I'm going to use from here on.

1.It is 8years after Hogwarts and Harry is (going out on a limb here) 25 years old.

2.It is September.

3.The pregnancy is 11 months. His babies will be born in the month of August (no, I was born in June). Due date will be specified later.

4.If you are a Gundam Wing fanatic you might recognize personalities and descriptions. Their names in the Gundam Wing storyline will not be used.

5.Half my reason for waiting till summer was over was because of the sadly depressing Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. I was really hoping it was a GOOD! Draco Malfoy. Damn.

6.Just…well…enjoy.

Summary: Harry and Draco are out on a shopping spree when Harry meets up with someone he despises. Anything is a scoop for non other than Rita Skeeter Special Correspondent. Well…when it comes to Harry Potter The Man Who Can't Even Have Children Without It Being Displayed Over The Papers.

Chapter 12: Rita Skeeter Special Correspondent

After they got ready Harry and Draco hit London with flare. They shopped for women- wear and men- wear for when they weren't in drag. Draco made sure they hit all the big stores… before lunch.

"Draaaaaaacooooooo! I don't know about you, but I'm pregnant and tired. I'm also thirsty and starving. Can we please take a break?" Harry whined behind them. They had been shopping and running around since 8 O'clock.

"Well, do you want to drop this stuff off at your apartment then grab something to eat in Diagon Alley?" Draco asked raising a pale eyebrow and his painted red lips in a smile.

"YES!" Harry's eyes lit up at the thought of Macaroni & Cheese from 'Loni's'. It's really called Squirms & Cheese because the macaroni noodles squirm in your mouth and stomach. Needless to say it's one of his favorite meals. "We're going to 'Loni's'."

"Deal."

They walked down the street to the 'Leaky Cauldron' then to 'Quality Quidditch Supplies'. Harry said hello to Dave who works the afternoon shift.

"H…H…Harry?" Dave stuttered. Harry just winked and smiled.

When they got up to the apartment they dumped all their stuff in the living room. Their bags covered the couch, the three chairs and most of the floor.

"Wow." Harry gasped. "We bought a lot of shit."

"Yea we did. I can't see how I could carry all of it. How 'bout you?" Draco said with the same look of awe on his face.

"Well, ya know what? I don't care. I'm hungry. Let's go eat." Harry grabbed his purse and walked to the door. Draco simply followed.

As they were walking though QQS, Harry walking behind Draco, Harry was almost scared to death.

"Dave!" Harry yelled. Draco rushed to Harry's side.

"Harry is that really you?" Dave, the person who poked him on the bare shoulder, stared at him intently.

"Yea, its me."

"Well," Dave smiled at him. "I've never seen you like this before. What gives?"

"You know who I'm married to. Plus I like to dress up once in a while. It makes me feel…sexier." Harry smiled.

"Damn. Now I can see why Ron has his nasty little way with you as soon as he gets home. You look fine." Dave laughed.

"You mean… They can HEAR US?"' Harry paled.

"Yup." Dave and Draco were laughing at this point.

"Okay. Draco, we are leaving. I'm hungry, thirsty, and humiliated." Harry growled.

"See ya, Dave!" Draco yelled as they exited the store.

"Bye!"

"That is so not right! He should have told me that little weasel!" Harry fumed as they walked down Diagon Alley towards 'Loni's".

"Oh, calm down Harry. I bet he was only joshing you." Draco wrapped his arm around Harry's and winked as two men smiled at them.

"He better have been or so help me… Help me!" Harry dove behind Draco just as a tightly curled redhead walked out of a restaurant they were headed to.

(AN: I know in the movie she has blond hair, but I changed her hair color for my own fun. Think of ketchup red on her hair. K? K.)

"I'm not hungry anymore!" Harry turned around to head back to his apartment.

"No, no. Remember we are in disguise. No need to worry." Draco pulled him back.

Harry looked toward the sun table where Rita Skeeter was sitting eating her meal." Are you sure? I mean she has a way of finding me when other reporters haven't."

Harry, you're being paranoid. I mean come on! She's not that good." Draco smiled and Harry whimpered.

"Oh, Mr. Malfoy. You underestimate me."

"Run!"

"Ah, ah, ah, Mr. Weasly or I'll print this whole scenario." Rita smiled her toothy smile.

"You wouldn't!" Harry gasped.

"You doubt me too? So sad. Bet you can't wait to see the papers tomorrow." She told them in a sing- song voice.

"I still have black mail on you!" Harry desperately tried.

"Not any more. I did that months ago. They have all the information now." She grinned evilly at both of them. "You know what? You both get something to go and I'll nicely give you a good interview at your place. Ah… wait!" Harry was pointing his finger and his mouth was opening with words that never made it out. "I won't use a Quick Quotes Quill. Also to tell you the truth I didn't write that last article. My assistant did."

"You mean that pink haired girl that I hit at the press conference when me and Ron got married?" Harry said astonished.

"Exactly. I say good show, but she wasn't all shits and giggles about it. In fact she was furious and out for revenge. Needless to say she got it, but it interested me. So how about I give you the interview instead of the chicks from 'Witch Weekly'?" She quirked an eyebrow at them.

"You promise to keep it decent? Any thing I say and nothing disrespectful?" Draco whispered to her to Harry's horror.

"Promise."

"Let's get us something to eat. You wait here." Draco was practically dragging Harry inside the restaurant.

"What do you think you're doing?" Harry hissed as they got inline by the side order cash register.

(AN: Just in case you've never seen one of these I'll explain. At a sit down restaurant they may allow you to come in and order something to go. Because of this they have a separate cash register. Just to clarify.)

"Saving us a lot of hassle. Think about it Harry." He stopped and ordered as so did Harry. "Wouldn't you rather get this done and over with her or spend months trying to please the reporters from 'Witch Weekly'?" Draco gave him a knowing look.

"Get this done and over with but,… but, why her? Of all the people to deal with! Why her?" Harry yelled.

"Hush! You're making a scene. You ask why her? Because people read her stuff and she promised. Sorry but I'm a trusting person. She did seem a little less sadistic. Please let's just do this." Draco gave him a pleading look.

"Alright, alright. One condition. Sense we're going to my apartment I get to kick her out if she doesn't follow the rules. Deal?" Harry looked at him.

"Deal." Draco smiled.

They had NO IDEA what they got themselves into. They donn't kick her out tho…;))))