Chapter 15 P1

Big Changes

For the longest time, Draco just stared at his father's dead body. He couldn't believe he had actually killed him. Not to mention without saying the killing curse. He looked to Harry who was staring at him with amazement.

"Harry…" Draco tried but Harry shushed him and pulled him into a hug. Draco relished in realizing he needed the comfort Harry gave him. They stayed like that for a while, Harry comforting Draco and Draco trying not to cry. They would've stayed like that longer if Ron's voice hadn't broken the silence.

"Why is Lucius Malfoy lying there," he called out. Harry looked up from where he'd buried his head in Draco's hair to glare at Ron. "Sorry," he added. Hermione didn't even say a word; she just walked over and turned Lucius' body to ash then blew it away. Draco mentally thanked her.

"How about some breakfast," Hermione suggested. Harry smiled at her and reminded himself to thank her some how. He led Draco to the kitchen where Hermione offered to cook. No one darned mention Lucius.

They ate in mostly silence except for the custom "past the eggs" or "excuse me." After breakfast, Harry told Draco to go lie down while he talked to Hermione. Draco kissed him and Ron led him to his room.

"So what happened then," Hermione asked the second the other two were out of ear shot.

"Draco killed him," Harry replied.

"Draco?" Hermione asked. "Draco killed his father,"

"Yeah," Harry replied. "He killed him without a saying the words, opening his mouth or a wand. Tell me that isn't weird,"

"Just a bit,"

"Hermione…" Harry sighed.

"Yeah," Hermione said.

"Do you like Grimmauld Place," Harry asked looking up at his best friend. Hermione raised a brow at him.

"Why,"

"I was just asking," Harry pouted. Harry rolled her eyes.

"You know I love it here Harry," she replied. "It's beautiful. I couldn't think of a better place to live but you already know that. Why are you asking?"

"No reason," Harry smiled, walking away.

Harry found Draco in the upstairs bathroom, bathing. He laughed at the fact that, they had just only been in that same bath tub not to long ago.

"Draco," Harry said softly, as he sat near the edge or the tub. Draco surfed and swam to Harry. For a split second, Harry wished he'd take of the short he was wearing. He pulled the boy up out of the water when he reached him. "Are you okay Draco,"

"Why wouldn't I be," Draco asked. "I only just killed my father, no big deal,"

"Oh, Draco," Harry sighed. Draco glared at him.

"Do you not even care," Draco snarled. "I just killed my father, my own flesh and blood. I know I hate him but…" Harry pulled Draco to him, cutting off his rambling.

"Draco, listen to me," Harry said softly. "Your father was an evil man and I use the word man lightly. You've just done the world a favor killing him," he buried his hand in Draco's hair, massaging it. "Don't think so much on, you'll make your self sick,"

"Okay," Draco replied huskily. "I will, if you keep doing that,"

"Oh what a horny little thing you are," Harry snickered.

So, life went on, and for a while, Harry thought everything was fine with him and Draco. He could of course see that whenever they went out around families, Draco would get misty eyed and then go about whining to Harry about how he wished he could have a family like that. Harry knew how he felt though because he also always wanted one too.

"Harry, I don't feel so well," Draco whined one day.

"What's wrong cupcake," Harry asked.

"I feel….sick," Draco finished, as he ran to the bathroom. Harry chased off after him, holding his hair up.

"Draco, what's wrong with you," Harry said worryingly. "You've been throwing up a lot lately,"

"I don't know!" Draco growled. "It's not like I wished sickness on my self," he added. "You don't like me when I'm sick Harry," Draco pouted.

"Okay..." Harry said slowly. "Slow down, Draco, I never said that,"

"But you meant," Draco whined. "Your horrible Harry, I hate you!"

"Okay, then," Harry said. "We're calling Hermione," Harry added. He helped Draco back to bed and went to go fire call Hermione. He got Ron at first who bit his head off about interrupting but quickly calm when he heard something was wrong with Draco.

"What's wrong Harry," Hermione asked, not waiting for him to ask but flooing over, Ron closely behind.

"I don't know really. He's throwing up and being all moody," Harry explained. "He said he hated me!" he exclaimed, Ron laughed at this but Hermione hit him.

"Anything else," Hermione asked.

"Like what?"

"Like does he have cravings, weird sleeping patterns or sudden wants for sex?" Hermione probed. Harry nodded to all three, and Hermione smirked and Ron laughed again. This time Hermione didn't hit him.

"What so funny then," Harry pouted but Hermione and Ron continued to chuckle. "Come on then guys, tell me,"

"Your little man is pregnant, Harry," Hermione replied. Harry fainted.

When Harry came to, he led Hermione and Ron to his room. He rambled the whole way about how it wasn't even possible for Draco to be pregnant. But Hermione was never wrong, never, so it had to be true. They found said pregnant boy tearing up pictures from a photo album.

"Draco, what are you doing," Harry exclaimed grabbing the book from Draco. Draco glared at him.

"I'm erasing my father from my old photo album," Draco exclaimed harshly. "I don't know why I even got that stupid book from the manor. It just brings up bad memories. I can't do this anymore Harry. I can't try and forget I killed him. I can't even go into the hallway that I killed him and don't even say yes I can cause you know for a fact I avoid it like the plague,"

"I'm sorry Draco," Harry assured. "I'll make it better, I promise,"

And he did make it better, though it took him a while to figure out how. When June 5th came rolling around, Harry had a royal bash planned for his boyfriend. He'd gotten Hermione's approval over a lot of things seeing as Draco was two and a half months into his pregnancy and being the testy 'little woman' he was, they had to assure nothing would off set him. Harry had a huge present planned for him, and he'd invited half of their graduating class. As of currently, the poor boy was up in his room, pouting. Harry walked in and found him staring at him self in the mirror.

"Do you think I'm getting fat," he asked upon Harry's arrival.

"No," Harry answered. "But if you were, I'd still think you were gorgeous,"

"Nice save there," Draco smirked. "Why are we dressed up any ways?" he added in a whine, stilling staring in the mirror.

"It's a surprise," Harry replied. Draco turned to look at him.

"Will I like this surprise," he asked. Harry nodded. Draco smirked. "Does it have anything to do with that nice comfy bed right there?"

"I didn't get all dressed off for you take my clothes off, Draco," Harry rolled his eyes. "But maybe later,"

"Darn," Draco whined. Harry chuckled, took Draco hand, and led him down to the ballroom.

"Draco," he said softly.

"What," Draco asked suspiciously.

"Happy Birthday," Harry replied, pushing open the door. Draco nearly screamed like a little girl.

"How did you know it was my birthday, I never told you," Draco asked. Harry pushed him into the room. "I never told anyone,"

"I love you," Harry responded. "It's my duty to know,"

"Harry…" Draco gushed.

"Shhh," Harry smiled, placing a finger to Draco lips. "Tonight I want you to do me one favor, okay," Draco nodded. "I want you to forget everything in the world and enjoy this party, okay," Draco nodded and Harry moved his finger.

"I love you Harry," he smiled.

A/N: Here's part one of the last chapter. It's really long, and I'll probably end up making it three chapters long, just to satisfy a few people. lol. I'm just trying to close up everything here you know. Wrap things up. I want to put up three one shots i wrote, and one short story I think you'll all like. You guys will still be here when i put them up right? right! lol.