I'm gonna try, key word, try, to update every Friday, or at least the weekend.

Also, I did check this once and then whenever I was looking at a certain spot, so please tell me if there are any places where words don't make sense or should be a different word and I'll fix them.

I'm gonna start replying to some comments each chapter because I think it's kinda cool when people do that.

Guest: I don't know what you mean by 'pathetic', exactly. If you mean how dependent he is on other people, or how easily he breaks down, that's really hard for /him/ to control so I'm not sure I can really change that. If you mean something else, like him being a tiny person with not much muscle and him not being able to control his feelings, I'm sorry, I don't know what to tell you, I have this story on three different fanfic websites so it would be /really/ hard to change it. Depending on what happens throughout the story, Harry could become more independent and actually /able/ to take care of a child without accidentally killing himself. I am pretty sure he'll be able to do that latter, but I'm not sure about the former. He might not be able to become independent, I don't know, it /really/ depends on the events in the story.

Ern Estine 13624: You'll have to read it and find out! Hehe, I sound like the back of books. Let me phrase that in a different way: I won't tell you what happens because I don't wanna make it less fun to read the chapters.

Otakufantasylife: I wasn't planning on having more drama than Ron and his mom and sister but I was doing a roleplay with my friend and she always added in /so/ much drama. So, I decided to break away from my usual thing and put some drama in.

Blaise, to say the least, was pissed. His beautiful, pregnant boyfriend was cuddling in bed with his best mate's pregnant boyfriend. How in the world could someone throw away someone as precious as Harry?

Neville was laying on his back again, this time with his hand resting in his stomach, and Harry was curled in a fetal position next to him. Harry, being the extremely cute kid he is, was clutching Neville's shirt with one hand and resting his other hand on his stomach.

Blaise grumbled lowly, standing up quietly. He quickly made his way to the kitchen to make himself some food.

He walked around the room slowly, making sure he got everything be needed so he could make extra for Neville and Harry. Blaise stopped suddenly when he heard the door open.

"What in Merlin's name am I supposed to do?" Draco whispered to himself, taking of his shoes.

Blaise frowned, staying put so Draco wouldn't know he was there.

Draco sighed loudly and walked towards the kitchen. "I'm just gonna get something to eat and go take a nap."

"Hey, Draco," Blaise chirped, watching Draco.

Draco gasped loudly and grabbed his chest, right where his heart was. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I decided I wanted to stop by, say hello," Blaise said, smiling at Draco.

"Mmhm, really?" the blonde asked.

Blaise shook his head. "No, you idiot! You broke Harry's fragile heart and Neville had to try and mend it! But it didn't help that much because you still weren't there!" Blaise growled. He punched Draco roughly. "How are we supposed to fix that?"

Draco stepped back, completely shocked with this turn. "I-i don't know... I-i thought you might understand it or something."

"Draco, you literally walked out on someone who you know is fragile because he just found out he was pregnant! Now that little angel is in your room with my love because he cried himself to sleep! Again!"

"Blaise? What's going on?" a sleepy voice asked softly. Neville was standing in the doorway holding one of Harry's hands. Harry was rubbing his eye with the other, looking as cute as always. The brunette was wearing a sweater that made his tiny frame look even smaller.

Blaise smiled kindly at the blonde and brunette. "Don't worry, lovelies, go lay back down."

Harry yawned cutely before pulling at Neville's hand. "I'm still tired, Nev, I wanna nap." He moved his hand from covering his mouth to resting on his stomach.

"Okay, we'll go back to bed, love," Neville whispered. He turned Harry around and mouthed to Blaise, "Fix whatever this is."

"Of course," he mouthed back.

Neville nodded, turning around and leading Harry back to bed.

Blaise watched Neville go before turning back to Draco. "I would suggest you leave unless you want to get punched more. You might break Harry's heart more if he sees you while he's fully awake."

Draco growled and punched Blaise right in the cheek. "This is my house, why should I leave?"

"Do you want to get smacked?" Blaise asked. "I'm giving you an out so you don't get even more hurt. Harry would kill me if I killed you, so just leave."

Draco huffed, stomping out of the house.

Blaise sighed, shaking his head. "Okay, finish making food and bring it back to the little angels."

Eventually, he had six sandwiches and three drinks to bring to the other boys. The dark skinned boy walked back to the room carefully.

Harry gasped loudly when he saw Blaise. "W-what happened, B?"

"What do you mean?"

"Your cheek," Harry whispered.

Blaise lifted his hand up to his cheek. "Oh. Your- Draco hit me after I told him to leave."

Neville quickly got up and found the first aid kit. He pushed Blaise into the chair and handed Harry the food and drinks. "Let me fix this up."

"Neville, Harry, I thought you two were going to sleep," Blaise asked.

Harry shook his head. "I saw, Draco, I-i couldn't not know what was happening," he explained.

Blaise nodded. "Right."

"Don't move, Blaise," Neville said, holding Blaise's face.

"I'm sorry, love." Blaise stopped moving his face for Neville.

"That was a pretty strong punch," the blonde whispered, using the stitches to close a cut Blaise got from Draco's ring.

"It hurt like hell, now that I think about it," Blaise murmured.

"I-i'm sorry he h-hurt you, B, I-i didn't think he w-would ever p-punch you," Harry whispered, stuttering from his nervousness and sadness.

"Haz, you didn't know, it's fine," Blaise said. "Don't you blame anything on yourself, it's not your fault."

Harry closed his eyes tightly, shaking his head. "I-it is my fault, f-for being a freak."

"You're not a freak, Harry," Blaise growled. "You're perfect, little one, don't let anyone tell you otherwise, okay?"

Harry nodded as tears fell down his cheeks. "T-thank you, B, you- you are so nice," he whispered. "I-i love you."

Blaise smiled softly at Harry. "I love you too, Haz."

Neville huffed. "What about me? I'm your boyfriend," he whined.

Blaise chuckled, kissing Neville's lips gently. "I love you a lot, my love."

"Good."

Harry smiled through his tears and got up to hug Blaise. He sat next to Blaise and snuggled into his side. "I love you both," he whispered. He yawned loudly. "Can we take a nap now? I wasn't joking earlier when I said I was tired."

Blaise and Neville smiled at each other. "Of course, Harry, anything for you," they said in unison.

Harry giggled softly. "Good, let's go!" He pulled Neville and Blaise into the bed.

Neville and Blaise were spooning and Harry was curled up next to Neville.

"I love you guys so much," Harry mumbled.

Blaise smiled against Neville's neck and Neville smiled at Harry. "We love you too," Neville whispered, kissing Harry's head.

Harry giggled sleepily, snuggling closer to Neville. "You guys are the best."

The blonde stroked the untameable hair in front of him. "And you're the strongest," he murmured.

Blaise kissed Neville's neck softly. "You're the most caring."

Neville turned his head to peck Blaise's lips. "Shush and sleep."

Blaise chuckled, kissing the top of Neville's head. "You too, love."

Neville nodded, already falling asleep.

Harry opened his eyes at around 10 am, which meant he had slept for 13 hours, a record for him. "I have to tell Nev and B," he thought happily.

"Neville, Blaise! Guess wha- Neville, Blaise?" Harry looked at the bed and saw it was empty. "Where did you guys go? D-did you leave me?" he whispered. He shook his head and held back his tears. "No, don't care, Harry, be strong, like Dra-" his thoughts faltered at the thought of his estranged lover.

He didn't even know what to call him anymore.

"Breathe," he thought, taking deep breathes. "Go look for them, they are probably just in the kitchen."

"B? Nev?" Harry called out, walking into the kitchen.

"Harry, love! We're sorry we didn't wake you, we wanted to surprise you!" Blaise shouted.

Neville peeked his head out of the kitchen. "Come on in, lovely, we're almost done."

Harry giggled softly, running into the kitchen. He gasped quietly in awe at the assortment of food. "Awww, you guys are so sweet!" Harry whispered, tearing up slightly.

Neville smiled at Harry. "Wanna a hug, love?"

Harry nodded and ran up to hug Neville. "I love you guys so much! I don't know what I would do without you guys!" He cried into Neville's chest.

Neville looked down fondly at Harry. "We love you too, lovely. Now come on, let's go sit down, Blaise can finish cooking."

Blaise nodded silently in approval. "Please sit down, my loves. I'll bring over the food once it's done."

The taller man carefully pulled Harry into the dining room and sat him down. He took a seat next to Harry, holding his hand and squeezing it softly. "How are you, love? Are you good? I know... 'this' is very stressful on you."

Harry nodded, blinking away tears that threatened to fall. "I-i'm trying my hardest to- not lose my baby. I-if I m-miscarry, I don't what I'll do. T-this baby is the only thing I have left of Draco that can- that can help me cope with his de-decisions."

Neville nodded and held Harry's hands in both of his. "Hey, we can get through this together, okay? Just- just remember what Draco said, be strong. Not only do you have to be strong for yourself, but also for this baby you have."

Harry sniffed and nodded. "I'll be strong, Nev, I promise," he whispered.

"That's good, love." Neville kiss Harry's cheek softly. "Are you hungry? Blaise is probably done with the food."

"Mm," Harry murmured, nodding slightly and looking toward the door way.

Just then, Blaise walked into the room.

"Speak of the devil," Neville said, smiling at Blaise.

Blaise pretended to be hurt, putting his free hand up to his chest. "A devil? How rude, love."

Harry laughed loudly at the interaction.

Neville and Blaise smiled at each other. "He's definitely doing better," they thought in unison.

"You ready for a classic American breakfast, H?" Blaise asked, setting the food on the table.

"Yes!" He shouted, looking excitedly at the arrangement of food on the table.

He waited impatiently for Blaise to get the food, staring hungrily at all of it.

Harry quickly got every single piece of food, no matter if he had had it before or not.

Harry was full, only after eating every thing on his plate. The brunette had eaten four sausages, four pieces of bacon, one pancake, one waffle (both heavily covered in syrup), biscuits and gravy, grits, and some orange juice to top it off.

"Harry, love, don't you think you ate a little too much?" Neville asked softly.

"W-why? D-do you think I'm gonna get fat?"

"No, no! I just think you might have eaten more than you should've because you're pregnant. I'm just worried, lovely," Neville said quickly.

"Oh..." Harry whispered. "Okay! Can we go to make a check up at the hospital now?"

Neville nodded. "Of course. Let's just get changed and the we'll go, okay?"

"Okay!"

Draco isn't wearing an engagement ring or something like that, it was one of the Malfoy heir rings that Draco has to wear. And whenever Neville and Blaise do anything that could be romantic to Harry, like kissing his cheek or saying I love you, it's 100% friendly. Unless I say so, which I probably never will, but you never know.