Harry and Draco were running through the halls to the dungeons. They were almost late for their final with Snape. They rushed into the room just before the door slammed shut.

"Glad to see you boys could make it," Snape half-laughed. "It would be a pity if my best student failed his NEWTs because he was too busy shagging his boyfriend." He turned to the rest of the class. "You will be making the Pollyjuice potion from memory. You have three hours. Get working."

Harry grinned and turned to wink at Hermione before starting in on his potion.

A few more weeks passed and Everyone eagerly waited for the parting feast. Harry was going to Malfoy Manor for the first part of the summer, and then he and Draco were going to the Burrow while they found and moved into their flat. They were currently looking over a flat in Muggle London. Draco had a glamour on to hide his now-slightly protruding belly, as they walked around the flat. It had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and one huge living area.

"All utilities are included in your rent, along with cable and internet," The man showing it to them said, giving them an odd look as Draco wrapped an arm around Harry's waist and drew him close so he could whisper in his ear.

Harry turned to the man. "Thank you, we'll think about it and get back to you."

Draco sighed as Harry settled into the driver's side of his Aston Martin. "I really want a house, Harry. I know we said a flat, but I really want a house of my own."

Harry smiled, "Then we'll look at some houses, see if we find any you like."

Harry started the car, shifted into gear, and started driving back to the Weasleys'. They passed a house with a "For Sale by Owner" sign in its front yard.

"Can we see if we can look at that one?" Draco asked, pointing to it.

Harry, turned around in the next driveway, which was a few miles down, and soon pulled into the driveway of the house for sale. He took a good look at it. It was a large, stone, two-story house. "Well, don't just stare at it, love," Draco joked.

They walked up to the house, and knocked on the door. A short woman with a small child on her hip answered. "Can I help you gentleman?"

"Yes, ma'am," Harry replied. "We saw the sign in your yard and were wondering if we could take a look at it sometime."

"Oh, absolutely. If you don't mind the mess of my packing, you can see it now." She stood out of their way and let them pass through the threshhold. It was larger inside than it appeared outside. The main room, even filled with boxes and all sorts of furniture, was spacious, and allowed everyone to stand comfortably. "I would offer you some tea, but I'm afraid I've already packed up the kitchen. We're leaving tomorrow, you see."

"Why are you selling such a beautiful house?" Draco asked.

"My husband and I are getting a divorce. He found out some of my... family history."

"He's divorcing you only because of that? That's rather silly." Draco paused. "I'm sorry. That was out of line."

"No, it's quite alright. I got custody of my children, so that's all I care about."

"You have another child?"

"Yes, she's eleven. She's out shopping with a friend and her parents."

Just then, the door slammed. "Mum! I've got everything I need for school! And I even got my pet!" She came into the room, holding up a bird cage with a lovely Horned Owl in it. The woman looked about to panic.

"You're giong to Hogwarts, then, aren't you, dear?" Harry asked, grinning. The woman visibly relaxed.

She turned back to Harry and Draco, "I'm Irma Sheets. And I would be possitively delighted if you end up buying my house."

Harry and Draco grinned. "I'm Draco, and this is my fiancée, Harry."

She nodded. "That's lovely. Would you like to see the rest of the house? I'm afraid everything is piled in here. Everywhere else pretty clear." She turned toward the doorway to what Harry assumed was the dining room. "And you can drop the glamour, dear, a woman can always tell when someone is pregnant. Are you married?"

"Engaged," Draco explained as he follwed her. "This truly is an amazing house, Ms. Sheets."

"Oh, it has a few secrets, I'm sure. It was in my family for ages, but I just don't want to live here with memories of him surrounding me."

Draco picked up the Daily Prophet as Harry made breakfast on their stove in their house. He rested one hand on his now-burgeoning belly, and laughed. Harry grinned as he flipped the French toast. "What is it, love?"

"We need to give Ron and Hermione a talk"

"And why's that?" Harry flipped the toast onto two plates and set one in front of Draco.

"Do we have any ginger marmalade?" Draco asked as Harry opened a cabinet to get the syrup. He reached into the back and pulled out a jar of the marmalade, and set it in front of the pregnant man. "Thank you." He began spreading it on his toast as Harry wrinkled his nose. "Because they've put our wedding announcements in the paper."

"No, they didn't."

"Are you saying you did?"

"No. But they know we only want a few people there."

"Yeah, well, read this." He thrust the paper at Harry, and there on the front page was a picture of Harry holding Draco close to him, arms wrapped protectively around the blonde. Every now and then he would pull back and kiss Draco's stomach.

The Wedding of the Century!

Our sources tell us that Harry James Potter, the boy who lived, and defeater of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is engaged to be married July 18th to one Draco Orion Malfoy. The luscious blond and the rugged raven will soon be off the market, ladies! But when they're together, who can complain? Especially when there is already a Potter-Malfoy Jr. on the way? Speaking of the forthcoming birth, Mr. Malfoy is due two months before the wedding is scheduled. Will is be a boy, or a girl? We don't know, but with those two for parents, how it not be gorgeous?

Harry skimmed to the end to find the reporter's name. He snorted. There was no doubt. Rita Skeater.

"Bloody Hell," he mumbled, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. He then stodd, stalked across to the fireplace, tossed in some floo powder, stuck his head in the flames and roared, "Ronald Alfred and Hermione Jane Weasley, you get your sorry arses to Gryffin Lair NOW!"

A/N: I would like to thank you all for being so patient. My final project for this term has been giving me quite a fit. But guess what? It's almost done! I only have to do the coding for one more web page, and then I'm finished. Oh, and get my style sheet to work, but that's no biggie, I probably just typed something in wrong. But you can encourage me to finish soon, so I can spend more time with my stories for the two weeks before summer term starts. You know you want to - that little purpleish button. Go on, give me an ego-boost!