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It had been four months since Harry had opened up to Draco. Three months of the relentless puking and odd cravings and slight mood swings. And as far as he knew, cravings weren't supposed to start until the fourth or fifth month. He was just overworking his mind.

That was always the conclusion he drew. Of course, Harry thought he was overworking himself too. Now that Draco was pregnant and the brunet didn't have to work, he actually had time to sit down and think. He had the time to think about the curse he endured that promoted the growth of his baby.

He really had to remember that spell. Lots of people could use it. Of course, Healers would need to be taught and specialized, but in the end, so many more couples, fertile or non, could have families. He looked forward to that day. Of course, that day wouldn't come until he could remember what the man had said and done. Which wasn't likely as he was beginning to find it harder and harder to remember the events in the first place due to hitting his head as hard as he did. He had little hope for it, and told Harry as much.

"Well, at least you tried. Don't hurt yourself thinking about it if you can't recall it. Now how about a game of chess?" Draco knew Harry was hiding something, he just didn't know what.

Well, he always said he hated surprises, but deep down he actually loved them. He just couldn't wait to see what Harry was planning. For planning Harry was. It became apparent in November when he had left for Diagon Alley, under the cover of Christmas presents.

Draco sighed, listening to his pitiful excuses of why he took multiple trips to wizarding towns across the globe. He even went to Russia for Merlin's sakes! But, he knew he was honestly trying and it couldn't be anything bad since Harry was telling him where he was going. Hell, he even took one of Draco's house elves with him whenever he left the house so Draco knew what towns he was going to and to prove he wasn't being unfaithful to him and the baby.

Christmas came around without much change, other than the cravings and morning sickness leaving him. His mood swings stopped too, and for that he was grateful.

Christmas Eve's Eve found the two men sitting side-by-side by the hearth where the fire Harry had made (the muggle way) crackled and popped cheerfully. Draco was leaning on Harry lightly, with his arm around Draco's not-so-small waist, hand rubbing soothing circles into him.

"Harry? What are we doing tomorrow? It is Christmas Eve you know."

"I was planning on spending the day cleaning. Why?" Draco shrugged. He didn't mind much, and had given Harry the choice to pick what they did. He especially made sure that Harry didn't feel pressured. That was a task, but apparently unnecessary as he still wanted to stay home. They remained there for quite awhile before Harry spoke, a nervous and worried edge to his voice.

"Draco?"

"Harry?"

"Um...Are you happy?"

"Of course." He was taken aback. Why wouldn't he be happy? He was having a baby and living with one of the hottest men alive. "Why do you ask?"

"I mean...With me? Are you happy with me?"

"I am. Very much so." To prove his point, he snuggled in closer to the brunet and pressed his face into Harry's neck. "Why the sudden curiosity?"

"I...Well I...I just figured that maybe since you were having a baby you'd be upset. I mean, it's going to be hard for you to find a husband isn't it?" As Draco could tell he was extremely nervous, he took pity on him and interrupted his fast-approaching monologue.

"Look, it would've been hard in the first place just because of my name. And if any guy thinks that he can so much as take me on a date, then he needs to know that he either has to accept me for me, which now includes our baby, or he can leave before daddy kicks his sorry ass out the door." Draco wondered who gave him a boldness potion before dinner. He normally would never have had the boldness to call Harry 'Daddy'. He smiled before he could take it back.

"I like the sound of that," Harry snickered.

The next day was, indeed, filled with Harry cleaning like a madman. Draco, not wanting to sit around all day, decided to cook. That night after dinner, the two men sat on the couch, Harry leaning against the couch arm, and Draco leaning into him like a giant pillow.

"Draco?" He looked up, wondering what could possibly be on his mind this

night after the one before.

"Yes Harry?"

"I...Nevermind. It's stupid."

"No, tell me." He looked up, albeit at an awkward angle and noticed that he wasn't going to budge. "Please?" He seemed to give in at the small plea.

"I just...I guessed I just wondered what you planned on doing now. Where you planned to stay and if you even planned on dating although I don't know why I bothered asking. You have huge mansions across the globe and you never did seem like the type of person to trust someone enough to be in a relationship with them. It was just a stupid question, forget it." Draco thought for a moment.

Harry really did seem embarrassed, like he had assumed something other than what he mentioned. But Draco had no such plans.

"Look, the mansions are nice and all, but not when you live there all by yourself. Even with a child, I'll still be lonely in those places. I'd need someone else to be with me to actually appreciate what I have. And until then, I planned on staying with you. After all, you are allowed to help raise this soon-to-be hyperactive child. I can't do that by myself and I refuse to be the only one woken up at all hours of the night. You're stuck with us."

He seemed to visibly relax, and Draco leaned into him again an watched the fire crackle merrily.

Christmas day came along without a hitch in anyone's plans, and Draco looked at the heaps of presents near the long-dead coals.

"I thought you'd like breakfast first." The voice of his companion by the couch startled him out of his astonishment with the presents and he watched as Harry, shirtless Harry, stood up and directed him to the couch to eat. He ate everything that was put in front of him, much to the pleasure of the brunet next to him.

The presents all turned out to be books for Draco and cloths for the baby. Harry smiled as the blond excitedly looked back at him with warmth in his eyes. As he opened the last one, a box with a few rattles in it, Harry got up and plucked a small box from the back of the tree.

"Happy Christmas." He handed Draco the box wrapped in a deep purple paper and tied with gold ribbon.

Draco opened the gift, much more carefully than he wanted to, and hesitated when he revealed a flat, rectangular, velvet box. He looked up into the eyes of the father of the life growing in him and gathered all the courage he had just to open the unoffending thing.

When he did, his heart practically stopped.

Inside resting on sapphire blue velvet was a necklace made of the finest white gold goblins could find. It reminded him a bit of the princesses muggle children always talked about, with the delicate threads of gold draping down and coming back up to connect with each other. Each place that the threads touched each other was adorned with the brightest, smoothest cut sapphires Draco had ever seen.

It was a piece of artwork that had to have been the finest goblins had to offer. When he looked up at Harry, he tried telling him it was beautiful, wonderful, that he loved it and that it was too much all at the same time.

"It's yours now. Don't think about giving it back, I gave it to you knowing full well the implications behind it." He reached out and took Draco's hand that wasn't occupied with the box. "I hope you'll accept." After saying a quick goodnight to the baby, he got up an left Draco sitting on the couch. Draco knew Harry wasn't going to be spending the night in a bed tonight. The look on his face said it all.

In an act of pure impulse, Draco put the necklace on and as soon as he let go of the clasp, a piece of silver parchment appeared in the unclosed box. He lifted it up to read it.

"Dearest Draco~

When I said I knew the implications of giving you the necklace, I realize I never told you. Well asked you, really. The necklace was made by the goblin Staklind. Perhaps you remember Binns mentioning him in class. He was the best crafter of goblin-made things from the beginning of time through the present. This happens to be his absolute piece, the last piece he ever finished and the first piece he started with. He spent almost a thousand years working on it to make it the masterpiece it is. When he finished, it was just before his death and right after a massive 'cleansing' of the goblin society.

He gave it to one of my grandfathers as payment for his protection and it's never been taken out of the Potter vault at Gringotts until now. All of my grandfathers waited for the perfect time to put it to use, but none found a pure enough reason to use it.

I suppose that since you're a pureblood, you understand what giving another such an expensive and precious gift means.

I hope you accept.

~Harry"

Draco dropped the letter in shock. Of course he knew what the implications were. He just couldn't believe it. Harry Potter, of all people, wanted to court him.

Him! Draco Malfoy! The boy who never stood up for himself against his parents. The teenager who always sought the people who were most likely to break him. And a fair few pretty much had. The man who couldn't say no to his father when he was asked to join in on the group who answered to only one master. He was disgusted by himself, and yet Harry Potter, the exact opposite of Draco, wanted to court him.

And not only courting. Traditional courting.

Draco hit the floor in a dead faint.

Harry walked down the hallway to gather his wits and calm down. There really was no reason to be this nervous. Perhaps some nerves would have been normal, but this was ridiculous. He just couldn't help but wonder what would happen if Draco said no. He couldn't think it.

Even if he was guaranteed that Draco would say yes, they still had a really good friendship. So he couldn't seem to wonder what would happen if it didn't work out. What would happen if he said no.

Would they stay friends? Would they continue to live together? Or would Draco leave him with the baby? Maybe he'd just kick Harry out. The thought was unthinkable to him at the moment. He just couldn't handle that right now.

He was so lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice Draco walk into his room wearing the necklace he had given him until he cleared his throat.

"Harry?" He jumped and turned to look at him.

"You startled me." A sparkle in the light brought his sight to Draco's neck, and his breath was taken away by the sight Draco made in the necklace. He was gorgeous. Absolutely nothing could compare to it, and only after he got over his mild shock at the beautiful display before him did he notice that Draco wearing it must have meant he accepted. Right?

As soon as that thought passed through his mind, he started to panic.

Draco didn't want him, but he'd keep the necklace just to remind him what he was missing out on. He'd keep it on to ensure he'd always have it and then what he kicked Harry out, he'd sell it to give their child everything they could ever want.

The thoughts rampaging around in his skull were simply unthinkable. Being sure to keep his inward panicking to himself, he looked Draco in the eyes.

"Sorry, I got lost in my mind. It looks beautiful on you." Had he been paying attention to the look Draco had, he would have noticed his eyes soften from their normal hardness. As the case was, he didn't notice.

"Harry..." The blond walked to the bed where Harry was sitting and pulled him up and out to the living room. He sat him down on one side of the rather large window seat, he on the other, and took Harry's hand. "Look, I can tell you're probably worried about me saying no. And just to let you know...I would be too. But if I wasn't going to say yes, I would have given the necklace back to you. It's a family treasure to you, I couldn't take that away from you without giving you something in return." Not believing what his ears were telling his brain, Harry looked at the blond disbelievingly.

"Harry, don't give me that look. Say something, it's scaring me."

"I don't...Why are you telling me this? All I'm going to do is hinder you from finding someone you really do care about." He thought he saw a hurt look flash through his eyes, but he was probably mistaken. Malfoys were prided on having no emotions. But, then again, he had been wrong about that earlier, hadn't he?

"Harry, I believe that I could be happy with you. And I certainly don't plan on being the only one affected by sleepless nights. Look, I think this could work. It'll take a lot of work after hating each other so thoroughly when we were young, but it's not impossible. Is your offer still open?" Harry, not knowing what else to do, nodded.

"I don't see why it would have ever ended."

"Good. But you skipped a part in your poking around. You have to ask in person." A feeling of dread raised itself to the surface. What if he was just planning on hurting him? But he put a quick stop to these thoughts. Draco had just spent a fair amount of time showing genuine emotions. He wasn't about to ruin that by letting his fears get the better of him.

"Draco Malfoy," he took his hands in his own and stared deep into his eyes. "Would you kindly make me the happiest man on earth by letting me court you?"

"Yes." Taking part in the traditions of an ancient, almost forgotten, ritual, Harry kissed the knuckles on each hand and bade him a good night. He then walked into his room and relished in his gleeful thoughts until sleep finally found him.

His dreams were a combination of blond hair and soft hands.

The next week was filled with gentle caresses and soft looks shared between the two during random times of the day. Shy looks were thrown at one another and smiles were traded often. All too soon, Harry realize he needed to ask Draco out on a date at some point, or they'd be stuck in the same spot for quite awhile.

"Draco?" He looked up, curious as to what he had to say. "Do you want to go to dinner tomorrow?" Clearly taken aback, he quickly agreed and a smile graced his lips.

"Of course. Where are we going?"

"Well, I was thinking about going to Luna's. She may have been a little airy in school, but she makes a mean meal." Pleased by the delighted look he got, he kissed Draco's hand and went to bed, as usual.

The next day Harry spent five hours calling Luna and making arrangements, trying to keep Draco from noticing his uncertainty, and picking an outfit to wear. Finally deciding on a dress shirt the color of pine needles and dress slacks, he forewent the tie and came out of his bathroom looking extremely cleaned-up. He had spent almost an hour trying to get his hair to cooperate with him. Now it only looked windswept instead of a war zone.

Casting one last smirk at his reflection, he knocked on Draco's bedroom door and gently took his arm to apparate to a park near Luna's Restaurant. They walked there hand-in-hand and shared a delicious meal. What it was, Harry would never be able to remember. He was too focused on memorizing every look that passed over Draco's face, memorizing what he did and didn't like.

A small part of Harry, the bitter part that hated happiness, the part of him he had to create to destroy Voldemort, was disgusted and saw the signs. Harry was hopelessly smitten with the blond man in front of him.

Harry just ignored it, like always.