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 7...

Need You To Need Me

"Draco!" Lucius called from the kitchen as he heard the floo network for the third time that day. "Come down to the kitchen! Sirius and I have some things to discuss with you!"

Draco stepped out of the fireplace and wiped the dust from his black coat. He had needed to use a different floo network to get back home. Using The Three Broomsticks's would've required that he remove his hood to speak clearly. Having Harry see him was no option. If their eyes had met even once, Draco knew he never be able to watch Harry leave again. He had gone to the Weasley Twins' shoppe to floo home. He occasionally used the twins as a link to Harry and would ask questions like: Is he okay? Does he have a job? Is he eating properly? Fred and George were happy to answer, even though Draco didn't know they were lying to him...

"I'm coming, Father!" Draco called after clearing his throat. He took off his long cloak and then went down the rickety stairs of Grimmauld Place, the house he was supposed to be sharing with Harry. Harry had looked amazing at The Three Broomsticks, Draco thought. Those beautiful emerald eyes glowed ten times brighter than they ever had at Hogwarts. Draco recalled how Harry's hair had grown an inch or two over the past month... How he longed to run his fingers through the unruly silk once again... How he desired to feel Harry's tan skin against his, even if for just a moment...

Draco stopped on the staircase and banged his fist into the wall, drawing blood from his abused knuckles. He needed to stop thinking about Harry until his mother was caught. The mere thought of Harry, and how he had seemed to be glowing today at the pub, would only make his heart ache even more to be with him... He took a deep breath and clenched his pounding fist before walking into the kitchen. His father sat elegantly at the table while Sirius leaned casually on the bar.

"You called, Father?" Draco asked as he went to kneel next to his father.

Lucius smiled down at his son and then looked up to Sirius. "What did Blaise have to say today?" he asked Draco. "His parents must be proud of him becoming the youngest ever Head Auror."

"Father, you did not call me down to ask a question you already knew the answer to did you?" Draco asked suspiciously. He looked into his father's silver eyes much like his own, looking for the real reason for his being called.

"You are right, my son," Lucius laughed as he pulled his son in for a loving hug. "I did not call you for that." He released Draco and then stood, Draco following suit. Lucius went to stand next to Sirius and grabbed his hand. "Sirius and I have something to tell you," he said.

Draco looked from his father to Sirius and back again. He smiled slightly, "I already knew you were together... if that's what you planned on telling me," he chuckled. Sirius smiled and Lucius blushed.

"No, that's not it," Lucius laughed. Then he grew serious. "I wanted to tell you something that is very important. You must promise me... and when I say promise, I mean make a Wizard's Oath."

Draco grew worried at his father's tone. He nodded his consent. For Lucius Malfoy to request a Wizard's Oath, the matter must be one of life and death.

"Promise me right now, in front of Sirius and myself, that you will not go after your mother alone. I want no argument or rejection," Lucius ordered sternly.

"Father, I will not allow you, or anybody else, to risk your lives going against that woman," Draco said defiantly. "I could not bare to lose anyone else I love."

Draco's voice rose slightly at the end, and Lucius's heart nearly broke at the pain he heard in his son's voice. "And I cannot bare to lose my eldest child to the likes of that crazy bitch and her whore sister!" Lucius said angrily at the thought of the two women. He slammed his fist down on the bar behind Sirius to add emphasis to his exclamation.

Draco was immediately calmed down and looked at his father questioningly. Sirius looked puzzled as well. "Eldest child?" Draco asked. "Father?"

"Lucius?" Sirius asked weakly.

Draco and Sirius looked at each other, then at Lucius, then back to each other... and then finally they looked down at Lucius's stomach...

"How did it go, Harry, dear?" Mrs. Weasely asked once Harry stepped back through the floo. She brushed off his clothes and helped him take off his cloak before hanging it on the Muggle coat-rack her husband had stolen from work.

"It went quite well, I think," Harry smiled. Then he sat on the worn couch closest to the kitchen and placed his hands affectionately on his stomach. "The baby could feel him, Mrs. Weasley," he said softly with a smile. Mrs. Weasely smiled and went to sit next to Harry on the couch. She covered his hands with one of her own and placed a gentle kiss on his scarred forehead.

"That's wonderful," Mrs. Weasely said warmly. "He or she is very lucky to have you two for parents."

Harry smiled proudly and then wrapped Mrs. Weasely in a hug. "Thank you," he whispered as a tear rolled down his cheek.

Then as suddenly as the loving moment had occurred, it had ended when Harry's stomach growled. He blushed when Mrs. Weasely laughed and pulled away. "The baby must be hungry!" she exclaimed. "A healthy little bugger, that one is!" She stood and adjusted her apron around her plump middle and clapped her hands together. "I'd be willing to bet five galleons that the baby's going to be a boy!"

"Did someone say-" George started.

"Bet?" Fred finished. "Hello, Harry, Mum," he smiled brightly as he and George apparated in from nowhere. The twins each gave Mrs. Weasely a kiss on opposite cheeks before squeezing Harry between them on the couch. Harry laughed and hugged each twin in turn. Then Fred and George leaned down close to Harry's belly.

"How's our favorite nephew?" they asked together.

Mrs. Weasely rolled her eyes and answered for the baby. "He's hungry. I'm just about to go whip something up. You two had better be hungry too, look at you!" she exclaimed disapprovingly. "You're nothing but skin and bones! Haven't I raised you better?" Then she dashed off into the kitchen. The boys could hear her begin cooking and knew the kitchen would not be safe for them until she was finished.

"Do you really want the baby to be a boy?" Harry asked with a laugh as the twins kept talking to his stomach.

"Of course!" the two said together. "Who else are we going to prank Draco with?"

"What if the baby's a girl?" Harry questioned.

The twins sat up and looked at each other for a moment. Then they bent back down to the baby, as if consulting with it. They nodded and then said, "Who else are we going to prank Hermione and Ginny with?"

"You two are hopeless. Is that all you do?" Harry asked. Then he covered the twins' mouths with his hands when they tried to answer. "Nevermind, I know the answer. And you'll have a hard time getting anywhere near our baby with your pranks until he or she is thirteen," he said sternly.

Fred pulled away from Harry's hand and pouted. "But, Harry, that's not fair! How are we to teach him the art of pranking at such an old age? Filch will have had three years of peace by then!"

George pulled away and pouted as well. "I must say that I agree with Fred on this one, Harry. How about nine?"

"Twelve," Harry said, "and visits to the shoppe will be permitted whenever."

"Ten," Fred tried, "and we won't give the baby a Weasely's Wizard's Wheezes box every Christmas."

"Eleven," Harry said matter-of-factly, "and I'll allow you to teach the baby everything you know, granted he or she doesn't get expelled from any school or hurt anyone."

The twins thought for a moment. Then they held out their hands for Harry to shake. "Deal," they said together, "and you drive a hard bargain."

"Thank you," Harry smiled. "I don't want our baby to be a troublemaker, boy or girl."

"When will you find out the sex?" Fred asked.

"I have to wait until month three," Harry replied thinking back to the baby book Sirius had given him.

"Two months should be plenty of time," George said with a nod and sneaky smile.

"Plenty of time for what?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"Nothing," Fred and George said as they jumped up. Harry made to go after them, but then they disapparated away. Harry scowled and then plopped back down on the couch, laying his head back and closing his eyes. He sat quietly and then thought about his meeting with Blaise. He had been so close to Draco, yet he had never felt so far away. Then his thoughts went to Narcissa and Bellatrix. He desperately hoped that Hermione and Ron had reached Sirius in time, and that the adults were able to keep Draco from doing anything rash or life-threatening.

Once his thoughts had become too depressing and angry, he decided to think about what the baby was going to look like. Would it be a girl or boy? Would it have black hair like him, or platinum hair like Draco? Would its eyes take after him or Draco? Harry was soon consumed of thoughts about the baby's appearance; he fell asleep.

As Harry slept he could hear the determined noises of Mrs. Weasely cooking coming from the kitchen and from somewhere in the distance he heard Ron's pigmy owl hooting loudly at Hedwig. He felt a light tap on his shoulder and was pulled out of his light slumber. Hermione and Ron were standing over him. He smiled up at them. "How did it go?" he asked sitting up.

Ron sat next to him while Hermione remained standing. "Great," he replied. "We stayed behind a few minutes to make sure the plan worked."

"So it worked?" Harry asked.

"Of course, silly," Hermione laughed. "Our plans always work."

"Your plans always work," Ron and Harry said together. "Our plans sometimes work," Harry laughed.

"Regardless," Hermione said rolling her eyes, "the plan worked. How did it go with Blaise?"

"Well, in eight months I'll be an Auror, so I assume it went rather well," Harry said proudly.

"That's wonderful!" Hermione exclaimed.

Ron smiled and pulled Harry into a hug. "Congradulations, mate!"

"I told you a real resume was the only way to go," Hermione boasted. She hugged Harry as well. Then she looked at Ron expectantly. "Well, Ronald, aren't you going to tell Harry the good news?" she asked.

Harry looked over at his blushing friend expectantly curious. "What good news, Ronald?" he asked.

"Well, last week I got a letter from Mister Lovegood," Ron started. "It said some weird stuff I had Hermione translate. They were asking me to come interview for a job. We went today, another reason we were gone so long, and then they hired me. You're looking at The Quibbler's newest editor/journalist," he finished proudly.

"Wow, that's amazing, Ron!" Harry said with a smile. He lightly punched Ron's arm. "And you were able to keep it a secret?"

"Believe it or not," Ron said pompously, "I do know how to keep my mout shut."

"Except when you're eating," Fred and George laughed as they popped out of nowhere for the second time that day. Harry and Hermione laughed.

Ron looked angry. "That's not true!" he yelled defensively.

"I'm afraid it is, dear," Mrs. Weasely said as she too came from nowhere and stood right behind Ron. He jumped at her sudden appearance.

"Bloody hell, mum!" Ron yelled. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Everyone but him laughed.

"Your food is ready," Mrs. Weasely sang as she pulled Harry up from the couch. "Fred and George, you get in here right now!" she yelled when they didn't follow her. Harry heard them groan. Then they joined him at the table Mrs. Weasely had sat him at. "Are you two hungry as well?" Mrs. Weasely asked Ron and Hermione as they too came in. Ron nodded yes and sat between Harry and Fred. Hermione shook her head no but sat down all the same. Mrs. Weasely passed around plates of freshly steamed vegetables with roast. Then she served cold pumpkin juice with lemon tarts and buttercream.

"Father, what are you saying?" Draco asked with bright eyes and a smile.

"Lucius, are you saying what we think you're saying?" Sirius asked with a choked up voice. His brown eyes were watery.

"I am," Lucius smiled. Then he pulled Draco and Sirius into his arms.

"This is amazing," Draco said as he hugged his father back. Sirius kissed Lucius's forehead and then lifted both blondes into the air and twirled them around.

"I'm going to be a dad!" Sirius yelled as he released Lucius and Draco. Then he grew more serious and placed a hand on Draco's shoulder. "It's time for the oath... Tomorrow you and I are going to Diagon Alley to pick up a few things."

DrarryTLA: Lucius and Sirius have a waffle in the toaser! KAWAII!

Sorry for the wait and the length AGAIN! I wanted to update sooner, but I've been pretty busy again... Grrr...

It's not as long as I thought... but that is a decent stopping place.

I really am sorry... I'll try and stop being so slow!!! Oh, and I'm sorry if I keep spelling Weasely different ways... I'm not trying to.

Look for:

I Believe In a Thing Called Love

soon. ( I promise!) Don't hate me...