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Draco had looked around when Harry left, looking for something to do. His eyes spotted a book, and he picked it up, fully intending to read it. He had recognized the cover and knew it was Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare. He just adored the Friar because he never actually lied. Clearly Shakespeare went to Hogwarts and knew about the House qualities.

He saw Harry standing there, looking slightly awkward and out-of-place, kind of like a lost puppy. He looked back at the book, trying to hide the hope he knew was shining in his eyes, since he figured that the brunet hadn't been able to make up his mind in that short a time.

"Draco?" He looked up immediately, not worrying about the hope that drained from his face, quickly becoming concern when he was met by a worried expression. "I...I'll do it." Draco's mouth gaped; he hadn't expected him to accept, no matter how much the blond had wanted him to.

The fact that he had everything he could ever want right there, his eyes started to tear up. Not crying was one of his strong suits and apparently once he started, he couldn't stop.

Tears coursed down his cheeks, and he didn't even bother trying to make them desist. Harry reached over and dried his face, wiping the liquid away softly. He looked up timidly, worried Harry would change his mind after that little display of affection. Which posed several questions to Draco.

Did Harry care for him? Obviously he cared as he stayed by his side while he was in the hospital. And that's another thing. He knew friends and even business partners sometimes visited people in the hospital...but they never usually stayed the entire time like Harry did. It shocked him and made him wonder if Harry didn't just consider him a coworker. If Harry liked him, fancied him.

He quickly decided he needed to stop thinking.

That was only accentuated by the sudden proximity of the brunet, and his eyes widened. The other man stayed like that, considering what to do, savoring the moment. Draco just wanted him to let the Gryffindor side out, but unfortunately, before he did, a Healer walked in.

"All right Mr. Malfoy, you're free to go. Come back in a month." He muttered something that Draco would have sworn was along the lines of 'if you make it that long..."

"Excuse me, what exactly do you mean by that?" Harry looked perplexed and livid all at the same time.

"I mean, he needs to come back in a month."

"No, about him possibly not making it that long. What aren't you telling us?" The Healer sighed.

"I mean that the magical community won't take kindly to their Savior having a baby with another man. Being gay is widely accepted, but they expect you to marry a beautiful woman and have ten kids in a cookie-cutter house with a gnome infestation." He walked out. "Just try to stay out of public places while he's pregnant, okay?" They quickly agreed and Draco put his head in his hands.

"Draco?" The soft voice practically begged for Draco to lift his head up, and he did. Harry was closer than he originally thought, and he was caught in pools of green, flecked with gold. "Draco, why are you upset?" He felt a tear fall.

"You...I'm not meant to have any other relationship with you other than one of hate. We're not supposed to have sex or like each other or work together or get along or train together or anything! That's not what's supposed to happen.

"You're supposed to find a beautiful, spirit-filled woman with big boobs and hips that'll give you five kids. I'm supposed to find some brainless, rich girl who doesn't know up from down and go to balls and parties. I'm supposed to be perfectly in control and you're supposed to be the one everyone looks to."

"Draco."

"I mean, I can't be with the Savior of the Wizarding World. That's not right, two opposite sides of a major war cannot work together! I mean, this isn't right to everyone else. They don't see you everyday they don't understand what makes you mad and what can cheer you up. They don't see anything that's good."

"Draco."

"And that's another thing! This feels right, being in your life and not punching you or ripping on your friends. It feels right to be around you and to run with you and having you make me memorize a bunch of spells that seem to have no purpose when I learn them. It feels right, all of this. And, of course,-"

"Draco?" He realizes that Harry was trying to get his attention and stopped in his ranting. He was losing steam anyway.

"Hm?"

"I know what you mean. I know it feels right. I know because I feel the same way. I know what the people want, but I also know that I will never find myself a woman. I'm gay, that's kind of hard to do when I'm just not interested. And you don't want a dull, brainless girl. I know you well enough to know that you want someone you can banter with." Draco's eyes went wide.

"How'd you know?"

"Easy. I pay attention. I know more than you think.

"But anyway, I don't care. I gave up trying to please people. It just doesn't work. So I stopped caring about what was expected of me. Therefore, to me what feels right is what is going to be, if I have any say. And this feels right. Now stop crying, there's nothing to be upset about. You did what you had to do to survive and I forgive you."

Draco couldn't believe what he had just heard Harry say to him. Did that mean that he wanted a relationship? Or just friendship? Did he just want to be around him because having a baby felt right, or because being with him felt right?

He was so confused; he was not used to being out of the loop with anything. Especially with how people feel and work. Harry was just different and he liked challenges. They interested him.

Apparently his confusion showed.

"I...I want to see where this can take us. I think that we could make this work even if it's not the best circumstance. Can we just...Let things play out? I mean, after can we just be friends? And then let it go from there? Even if we don't end up a couple, I don't want anyone to grow up feeling like they missed out on a part of their life." Draco nodded enthusiastically.

"Okay." With that, Harry took his hand and he felt the familiar pull of apparition.

He landed on a bed and looked around, recognizing his garden around him, with the smell of fresh flowers and life around him. He looked at Harry, and smiled just before Harry kissed him.

Harry kissed Draco after apparating them to the garden Draco had shown him, conjuring a bed underneath him before he landed on the ground. His taste reminded him of lilacs and lilies, with just enough of a minty edge to take away slightly from the heady taste. Draco had stiffened when he pressed their lips together, but after only a moment's hesitation, he pressed back.

Harry quickly concluded that the hesitation was from surprise and dragged his tongue across his bottom lip, elating when the blond opened up without any hesitation whatsoever. They stayed like that for several minutes, leisurely mapping out the unfamiliar terrain slowly. Only after Harry had again retained control, he let his hands roam from the silky hair down his neck, making the other man shiver and lean into him. He kept going, over his shoulders, and down his arms to his hands. He twined their finger together and lifted them up, gently pushing back making Draco lie down.

He went willingly, but Harry saw a flash of worry spark through his eyes.

"What's wrong?" He hovered over him, hoping to kiss him senseless after he reveals his worry, to kiss the pain away. He figured that as long as he has the chance, he might as well use it.

"Nothing..." Harry gave him a pointed look. "Okay, I'm just...I'm nervous. I've never...Even though people say that I've...I'm not..."

"You've never had sex before?" Draco shook his head. "It's okay. I didn't until a year ago and I was drunk so I don't remember. Therefore I don't think it counts. We'll go slow." He trailed his knuckles across his cheek, attempting to reassure him with his touch as well as his words. It seemed to work, if the way he leaned into the touch was any indicator.

This time Draco instigated the kiss, and Harry's heart soared. He was finally getting the chance he wanted and he wasn't about to botch it up. He returned the kiss eagerly and hovered over him so his weight was supported by his arms. Draco wormed his hands out of Harry's and wrapped around his waist, gently tugging, sending a silent plea for him to lay down on him.

"I can't. The baby, remember?" He looked put-out but nodded anyway. Harry gently kissed his way down his neck, leaving little marks here and there. Draco pulled at Harry's clothes and they both chuckled when he pouted at the cloth for not coming off fast enough. Deciding to help everybody out, they undressed themselves down to their boxers and laid back down next to each other after walking inside to Draco's bed. Harry moved a strand of hair away from Draco's eyes.

"You sure you want to do this?" Draco took his hand in both of his and kissed it before giving his answer.

"If this is any indicator, then what do you think?" Harry watched as Draco led his hand down to his crotch and pressed his hand into the hardness. Harry rubbed gently, teasing him. He watched as Draco pressed his head back into the pillow, biting his lower lip.

"Don't bite your lip. I want to hear you moan in pleasure not groan in pain because you bit through your lip. They're too pretty for that." The other man immediately stopped and looked up at Harry, pleading with his eyes.

"Please...Do something. Anything. Just don't tease me like this." Harry realized that the man actually wanted this, actually wanted him and wasn't doing this all for the baby inside him. Harry smiled and took pity on him.

He turned Draco over and kissed featherlight kisses down his back, making random patterns across the expanse of marble-colored skin. He got down to his lower back and took his time, working the other man into a frenzy.

"Harry...Please..."

"Patience dear. Patience." He gently opened Draco up and licked the pink pucker he found there after flinging the boxers elsewhere. He shuddered underneath him and Harry licked harder, loving the heady taste and the reactions he was pulling out of him. He tired of just licking and pointed his tongue, pressing it against his opening and waited. He tensed, but slowly relaxed, turning into putty in Harry's hands. He loved it.

He slowly fucked him with his tongue and after the shock of what he was doing wore off, Draco started moaning and grinding against his face.

Apparently he liked it. He pulled away, much to Draco's disappointment and cast a preparation spell on Draco and himself. The blond stiffened, not expecting the strange sensations that it caused.

Harry bent down and kissed his lower back, a gesture that everything was okay. Harry was pleased to note that he relaxed without a word on his part. His first finger pressed against the pucker, and he waited, letting Draco know what was happening so he didn't panic. When he pressed back a little, Harry took that as his sign to start. He pressed it into the tight heat, and paused letting Draco relax around him. When he did, Harry moved his finger, searching the heat for his prostate and came up empty.

When Draco insistently ground against him, he added another finger and both men froze. Harry waited for Draco to sign that it was okay and when he hesitantly moved his hips, Harry's fingers finally found his prostate, making Draco scream in pleasure. Harry smiled and stretched him to add another finger and pretty soon Draco was fucking himself on Harry's hand. He pulled them out and turned the man over, wanting to see his face throughout the rest of what was to come. Draco's eyes were clouded with lust and his breaths was shallow.

Harry kissed him as he pressed in gently, stopping when just his head was in. Draco's face showed pain, but he soon relaxed when Harry pressed kisses across his face. They continued like this until, inch by inch, Harry was finally sheathed in the tight heat.

"Mmmm..move." Harry looked into his eyes and saw no hesitation or doubt whatsoever. "Hurry up and move, that felt good when you shifted your weight. Now so help me, move or I'll murder you in your sleep!" Harry was only too happy to comply. He pushed and pulled in and out at a slow pace, determined to keep from fucking the man under him. The only thing that could solidify his feelings into actions was the baby he was going to share with Draco. He didn't ever want a baby that was the product of a fuck, but a product of making love to someone.

He was bound and determined to show this man that he cared about the both of them. Draco would be the most spoiled pregnant person that ever lived. Harry would make sure of it personally. Draco wrapped his legs around Harry's waist as he kept his steady pace, trying extremely hard not to speed up or finish too early. He wanted Draco to finish first.

When he kissed the man in question, he took his time to map out every little detail possible. After that, he nibbled on his lower lip, and felt his constricting around him as he screamed Harry's name. Harry started to orgasm just after Draco had, driven on by the constricting muscles around him and the eroticness of his scream. He pulled out before it would hurt him and cast a quick cleaning charm before pulling the blankets up around them both. He pulled the blond to him, holding him when his face contorted in pain.

"Draco?" The pained look went away as quickly as it came.

"I'm fine. It's just the DNA changing in the baby, it took me by surprise that's all." Harry nodded and pulled him in closer. They fell asleep holding onto one another with smiles on their faces and one hand each on Draco's stomach.