Ugh, as I read the reviews I got for chapter two, I realized, "Hey, I'm missing something!" And, it took me three whole days to get it right. I hated writing it, and now that it's written, this story has to be bumped up to M. Dammit, I had wanted to avoid that, but that's okay. Nothing hard-core, only mentions of torture, so it's not really that bad. Just to be safe, you know?

Anyway, thanks for the reviews! Hope you enjoy this chapter as well!

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The week dragged on at an impossibly slow pace for Draco. He'd had a talk with Severus, who told him quite plainly that he was an idiot for running away from Harry like that. Finally, after the leaving feast had taken place and everyone was asleep again, Draco packed his trunk, waved his wand and made it follow him up the stairs to Harry's Tower. The portrait swung open as he approached, the woman giving him a wink and a smile. Zacchia's cries could be heard all the way from the common room. Harry was probably being driven mad.

Merlin, Draco thought. I'm an idiot.

Draco dropped his trunk on the floor and made his way up the stairs to his left. As he climbed the stairs slowly, he realized that Harry was also crying. He knocked on the doorframe, his heart breaking when he saw Harry lying face down on his king-sized bed, face buried in his pillow, sobs wracking his body. When his knocks went ignored, Draco stepped inside.

"Harry?" he called. Harry sat up quickly and wiped his eyes, clearly in shock. "Oh Harry, I'm so sorry..." he said. "Can you ever forgive me?" Draco was surprised when Harry launched himself at him.

"Merlin Draco!" he sobbed, "Draco, oh, I don't know what to do anymore! She won't stop crying and... and..." As Harry sobbed into his chest, Draco wrapped his arms around the shaking body.

"It's okay, Harry, I'm here now. Everything will be fine."

"I dunno what to do anymore!" Harry sobbed. "Help me please, Dray. Please help me..."

Draco sighed and hugged Harry tighter, placing a kiss onto his forehead. At the display of affection, Zacchia stopped wailing and waved her arms above her head. Draco went over and picked her up, and smiled as she hugged him tightly.

"Nnnnngrhhrrgh..." she said, her babblings muffled by his shirt. Harry hugged him again and sniffled.

"Please don't leave us again, Dray. We need you with us..." he mumbled. "I need you... I love you..." Draco smiled.

"I love you too, Harry. I'll never leave you again..."

In his mind, Draco reinforced that statement. Never again would he leave Harry like that. Never again.

xXYuppers!Xx

"Harry, I've been meaning to ask you something..."

Harry looked up from putting Zacchia to bed and glanced over to Draco, frowning when he saw that Draco was nervously shuffling his feet by the door. Harry turned the mobile, gave Zacchia a quick peck on the forehead (receiving a sleepy 'mmweaahh' in return) and turned to his boyfriend.

"What's wrong?"

"Not here, common room."

Harry followed Draco out of their bedroom and down the stairs to the common room, which was littered with toys, clothes and plates from earlier on in the day. Harry brushed a book aside on the couch and sat down, inviting Draco to sit with him. Draco stayed standing.

"What's wrong?" he asked again. Draco sighed and ran a hand through his hair, turning his gray eyes to Harry.

"Harry... how exactly does a male get pregnant?"

Harry sucked in a breath as a swirl of unhappy memories hit him. He had known that this question would come up sooner or later. How could it not? It was not every day a male got pregnant, carried a child and gave birth, after all.

However, telling Draco how a male could get pregnant would force him to reach back inside his well of memories and drag out the more painful ones. The ones in which he had spent his days as a prisoner in Voldemort's lair.

"Harry?"

"Listen, Draco," Harry said softly. "To really fully understand, you have to know what went on when I was captured."

"Harry, no –"

"No, don't interrupt, please, you deserve the truth."

Harry could tell that Draco was not comfortable, but neither was he. Nonetheless, Draco sat down beside him and sighed.

"Very well, then... Go on..."

"You already know that I was taken away from my relatives, and that they burned the house to the ground," Harry said slowly. "But what nobody knows, not even Sev or Poppy, is what I went through. At first, it wasn't too horrible. Voldemort – " both Draco and Harry shuddered a bit "- tried to get me to join him, telling me that I was one of the strongest wizards in existence. I kept telling him that he could basically go rot in hell." Here, Harry's eyes darkened. "Now I wish I had had the foresight to join him."

"What?" Draco breathed, but Harry didn't hear him.

"After it became apparent that I wasn't going to join the Death Eaters, the torture started. A few cutting curses and the Crutiatus were favorites for the first two weeks. I'd guess that it was around mid July, then when they used knives, and they started beating me..."

Draco was, by this point, shocked speechless. Harry continued, in a monotonous voice.

"By the end of July, the Dark Lord forced me to drink two potions. By that time, I didn't know what day it was, or where exactly I was, everything was so... so messed up. The first potion was a restorative potion. It healed all of the damage that his Death Eaters had done. I know Severus had made it, but Sev doesn't know whom it was for. Wormtail was pretty beat up, but I was the one who got the potion."

"And the second potion was..." Draco started. Harry sighed and absently rubbed his stomach.

"I don't know what it was, but it hurt," Harry admitted. "I thought I was going to die. It was like, some sort of liquid Crutiatus, but it lasted so much longer. And while I was under the potion, the Dark Lord..." Harry's voice cracked. "He..." Draco's eyes widened.

"He... raped you?" Harry's eyes started to water as he clenched his fists on his legs.

"In front of everyone, and then gave the order that I was not to be touched. I had wondered why, even though the lack of torture was a blessing, but then I started getting sick..."

"You were pregnant," Draco stated. "But then how did it happen?"

"It seemed obvious to me that the Dark Lord wanted me to know what was happening. He sent me a book, and I was bored, so I read it."

"And..."

"In the case that two powerful wizards, mentally and magically, wish to produce an heir, the male body changes to accommodate the fetus." Harry recited. Draco blinked.

"So... it's natural?" Harry nodded. "How... did you cope? I know I would have killed myself..."

"I tried," Harry said with a sigh. "Merlin, did I try, but it never went farther than the blade pressed against my wrist. I wanted to end my life so badly, just knowing that I was carrying the Dark Lord's child within me. Merlin, I screamed, I cried, I threw temper tantrums, I bounced magic back at myself, but I couldn't find a way to end it all..."

"What stopped you?" Draco asked quietly.

"The fact that I was carrying my child as well..." Harry said, just as quietly. "And by the time Severus came for me, I realized that Zacchia would need me for the next 17 years of her life. And, for her to live, the Dark Lord needed to die..." Draco bit his lip.

"And how did Severus cope...? I know he... he didn't get out of there unscratched..."

"...I don't know how he did it, but he's okay," Harry said with a sigh. "Maybe it's Zacchia, maybe it's something else, but Severus is coping..." Draco leaned over and hugged him tightly. Harry sagged against him.

"I'm so sorry for making you go through that again," he said. Harry managed a smile.

"It's okay. It's not your fault."

The two spent a few minutes in a comfortable silence before a loud cry broke the peacefulness. Harry sighed and got up, a smile gracing his lips.

"For only 3 months old, she sure has a set of lungs," he joked weakly. Draco also smiled and nodded.

"Go to your daughter, Potter," he said. He was completely shocked when Harry raised an eyebrow and, quite plainly said,

"She's your daughter as well, as far as I'm concerned. So don't you think you're getting away with just sitting there next time."

And, as Harry disappeared up the stairs again, Draco couldn't help the warm fuzzy feeling the decided to seep into him at the thought.

xXCan't concentrate... Big Brother is on...Xx

Blah, it's short, but it had to be because the next chapter includes a gigantic time jump. Not so much that you're wondering what the hell happened, because things are explained, but large enough (for me anyway; I never do huge time jumps usually...) Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Next Update: Sunday. I almost couldn't update today, but I was determined to get this out like I promised, so Sunday is the next, like always.