Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter... but I'm borrowing him from Draco... J.K. Rowling owns them both...

Note: Hello, I am DrarryTLA and this is my story.

...CHAPTER 5...

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Need You To Need Me

"So, George," Harry started to ask after everyone else had gone, "where did you meet Oliver?"

"Oliver?" George smiled. "Hmm, we were friends on the Quidditch pitch but never talked much outside of practice and games. After he graduated we lost touch all together because of his playing professional Quidditch. Then a few weeks ago he came into the shop with Katie and has been a regular ever since."

"But you two aren't together?" Harry asked with a laugh.

"Not yet we're not," George said with an air of determination in his voice. "He'll eventually have to give in to my rugged charm," he added with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

Harry laughed. "Of course he will. Who could resist?" he said sarcastically.

"Oh, shut up," George laughed as he ruffled Harry's already unruly hair.

"Harry," Sirius called as he walked into the room. "I've got to head off now," he smiled. George said goodbye and went to find Fred.

"Alright, Sirius," Harry smiled as he went over to give his godfather a hug.

"I'll come by next week to check on you and my little grandbaby," Sirius whispered as he pulled away and patted Harry's stomach. "Be careful," he ordered before he turned to leave.

"You too," Harry called after him. "Bye!"

"Bye, pup!" Sirius called back. Just after he went out the door Hermione and Ron walked in.

"Time for bed," Hermione sang as she went over to loop her arm through Harry's.

"But it's barely ten!" Harry complained as he tried to pull away. "And I'm not even tired!"

"Oh, well," Ron laughed as he turned Harry around and pushed him along beside Hermione. "You need to stay well rested."

"He's right, Harry," Hermione chuckled as they headed up the stairs to Ron and Harry's room. "If you don't get proper sleep you become more susceptible to stress. And I trust that you remember what Madam Pompfrey said."

"I do," Harry said as he stopped trying to get away. "I didn't know not sleeping could lead to stress. Will you two be going to sleep as well?"

"Aye," Ron smiled. Hermione nodded her head 'yes'. "I'm dead tired anyway," Ron said with a yawn. "All that food," he explained rubbing his belly. Harry laughed.

When they reached their room Harry and Ron said goodnight to Hermione and made plans to read more of the baby book the following day, and it was also decided that they would tell Mrs. Weasley about the baby.

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"Harry, I love you," Draco whispered as he sat up to next to his beloved. He gave Harry a sweet kiss on the lips. "And I love you," he smiled as he bent down to place a gentle kiss on Harry's pregnant belly.

Harry was close to tears as he watched the loving scene. But he laughed however when the baby, sensing Draco's presence, began to move around. Harry grabbed up Draco's hand and placed it just to the left of his belly-button. The baby kicked and Draco's silver eyes lit up. "Must like your voice," Harry smiled. "Only kicks when you're around."

Draco leaned forward and kissed Harry deeply. But when he pulled away his eyes were darker and cruel. "Why did you leave me?" he growled. Then everything became darker.

"I had to!" Harry started crying. And then suddenly Draco disappeared. All Harry saw was blackness. Then a familiar female laugh began to come from all around him. The sound grew louder and louder until Harry felt his head was about to exlpode. And from out of nowhere, a dove and butterfly flew in front of his face before landing on his stomach.

"I will come for you," came the voice of Narcissa Black. The butterfly looked up at Harry with small, beady eyes. Harry saw the evil in them and tried to move, to get up and run, but he found himself frozen. Then the evil laughter became even louder and was joined by the sound of a baby crying.

"No!" Harry woke up crying. Ron jumped up and looked around the room frantically. He wiped his eyes and hurried over to where he could hear Harry crying.

"Harry, what's wrong?" he asked as he sat on the bed next to his friend.

"It was that dream again," Harry mumbled a few seconds after he caught his breath and pulled himself together. "It wasn't entirely the same but still," he sighed. Ron patted his shoulder. "What time is it?" Harry changed the subject as he reached over to grab his glasses from the small table next to his bed.

Ron stood and walked lazily over to his own small table and picked up the muggle watch Harry had gotten him for his birthday last year. "Eight thirty."

"I'm sorry I woke you up again," Harry said as he fell back onto the mattress.

"At least you aren't waking up with morning sickness anymore," Ron laughed. He plopped back down on his bed like Harry had done and stared up at the ceiling.

"I thought it would never go away," Harry laughed. Then he placed a hand over his slightly showing stomach, a new habit he had developed. He had been free of morning sickness for two weeks. After five weeks of throwing up every morning he was glad to be rid of it.

The day after the big dinner party Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down and finished the chapters about what to expect when pregnant. Ron and Hermione were amused to learn that the cravings had started last week and Mrs. Weasley had enjoyed cooking up Harry's odd request, every time saying "Anything for you and my grandchild!" Harry was touched that she considered him and the baby as part of the family.

Now that he was awake, Harry was craving something sweet. His first craving had been pumpkin juice which wasn't strange compared to what the author of the baby book had craved when he was pregnant: a hamburger with strawberries and peanut butter waffles. "I want something sweet," he told Ron.

"Like what?" Ron laughed.

Harry thought for a minute. "I don't know," he said as he stood. "I just want something sweet. Anything I guess." He grabbed his wand from the table next to his bed and whispered a spell to make his bed. Ron followed suit and let Harry lead the way down to the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley was already up and cooking.

"Hello, boys!" she greeted warmly. She wiped her hands on her apron and walked over to give them both a hug. "I'm making breakfast... The girls are still asleep," she said before Harry could ask where Hermione was. Harry laughed.

"What are you making, mum?" Ron asked as he sat at the small dining table by the wall. Harry joined him. "It smells delicious," Ron pointed out.

"I'm making cinnamon buns and fruit-filled pastries," Mrs. Weasley said as she opened the warn-looking oven. The sweet smell intensified and Harry's mouth watered. He knew what he was craving now: cinnamon buns. "They're almost ready."

"I can't wait," Ron said dreamily as he took a deep breath. "I bet they'll satisfy your craving," he laughed as he poked Harry's shoulder.

"I hope so," Harry said dreamily.

"Another craving?" Mrs. Weasley asked with a chuckle.

"Yeah," Harry said, "something sweet."

"Well then, you can have the first plate," she laughed.

"What about me?" Ron asked.

"You'll have to wait," Mrs. Weasley laughed.

"What? Why?" Ron exclaimed.

"You're not carrying my grandchild," she said matter-of-factly. "If you ever get pregnant I'll serve you first. But until then you'll just have to wait until I've taken care of Harry."

Harry laughed as he tried to imagine Ron being pregnant. "What's so funny?" his best friend asked.

"I was just trying to imagine you being pregnant," Harry smiled brightly. Ron and Mrs. Weasley laughed along with him. They laughed and laughed as Mrs. Weasley took breakfast out of the oven; it was as if they couldn't stop. When Hermione walked in a few minutes later their laughing faces greeted her.

"What did we miss?" she asked as Ginny came in behind her. Thery were both fully dressed and looked ready to go out somewhere.

"We were just imagining Ron being pregnant. The results were quite interesting," Harry explained with one last chuckle. Hermione and Ginngy stared at Ron before they both burst out laughing. Ron rolled his eyes but smiled. Then Mrs. Weasely served breakfast and Harry's craving for something sweet had been satisfied.

As everyone put their dirty dishes in the sink, the fireplace in the corner lit up with bright green fire. Mrs. Weasley went over to it and whispered the appropriate spell. Then Blaise Zabini's head appeared in the flames. "Hello, dear," Mrs. Weasley smiled.

"I need to tell Harry something, now!" Blaise said urgently. Harry heard and immediately rushed over. Before he could say anything Blaise began talking, "Draco told me he'd found out where his mother has been staying and that he plans to head over there today!"

"What? Alone?" Harry asked in fear.

"He wouldn't give me too many details," Blaise said before he looked over his shoulder. "He's here now," he whispered. "Wait," he said before he pulled his head from the fire.

"This is terrible," Harry whispered. Hermione and Ron came over to stand next to him and Mrs. Weasley. "Blaise said that Draco is going to go out and look for Narcissa." His eyes teared up. "She's crazy. What if something happens? What can we do?" he asked frantically.

Hermione placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. Her face was serious and her amber eyes were calculating. "Does he know that Blaise meets with you?"

"I don't think so," Harry muttered.

"Well, what if Draco had the chance to see you again?" Hermione asked.

"He can't," Ron, Harry, and Mrs. Weasley said together.

Hermione smiled at them. "Draco hasn't seen you or talked to you in a month, Harry," she said, "I'm sure he's dying to catch even a glimpse of you by now."

"I would give anything to see him as well, Hermione, but it can't be done," Harry said nack sadly. "We talked about this before: I'm not taking any risks when it comes to Narcissa."

"Harry, just hear me out," Hermoine said. Harry looked up at her expectantly. "We can just tell Blaise to tell Draco that you flooed him to arrange a meeting for a job at the Ministry. Blaise is head of the Auror Department now, right?" Ron and Harry nodded. "If Draco hears that he's going to have a chance to see you again, he won't let it slip by." Hermione took her hand off Harry's shoulder. "The plan should put a halt on Draco's plans for a small while. Ron and I can go to Grimmauld Place and talk to Sirius and Lucius. We'll tell them that Draco has an idea of where Narcissa is and-"

"They'll be able to find a way to help Draco," Harry said warming up to the plan. He smiled a small smile. Then the green fire reared up and Blaise's head was back. "Is he still there?" Harry immediately asked.

"Yes," Blaise replied, "but he's gone to get a book from the library."

"What else did he say?" Hermione asked.

"He told me that he plans to go alone. I tried to tell him not to go, but his heart is set on it."

"Well, we've come up with a plan," Hermione smiled mysteriously.

"What is it?" Blaise asked.

Hermione kneeled next to Harry and told Blaise exactly what to do.

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Dust was flying everywhere as Draco went through Blaise's massive library. He had been looking for a book on ancient charms that had once been in Malfoy Manor. After Voldemort's demise Lucius and Draco had decided to leave the mansion and go into hiding, hence Grimmauld Place.

Before Draco could look any farther Blaise walked into the room with a big smile on his face. Draco knew something was up. "What are you grinning about?" he asked his best friend.

The darker boy smiled bigger. "You'll never guess who just flooed me," he pointed out.

Draco studied his friend a moment, "Who?" he asked.

"Harry."

And with that one word Draco's world tilted on its axis. He was happy and sad at the same time. "What did he say? How did he look? Was something wrong?" he immediately began asking questions.

Blaise laughed and shushed Draco. "He's fine... He flooed to ask if I could meet him at the Three Broomsticks for a job interview."

"A job?" Draco asked with a smile. "As an Auror?"

"I am head of that department," Blaise rolled his eyes. "I know how badly you want to see him, you should come too."

Draco's heart swelled at the statement. "He doesn't want to see me," he said quietly. Then he put down the book he had just picked up. He wanted to see Harry again so badly... His heart ached just thinking about never seeing those beautiful emerald eyes, or that cutely untamed onyx hair again... His mind was made up, his mother could wait...

"When are you meeting him?"

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DrarryTLA: Sorry for the wait and the length! I decided I would update something tonight, and this is a decent-enough length and stopping point.... I've wanted to update sooner, but I've been VERY busy... Grrr...

I really am sorry... I'll try and update something else again soon.

I didn't proof-read! I'm sorry for that, too!