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... Bet you thought I forgot this story, didn't you? ENJOY!

(Ignore Fleur's butchered accent...)

...CHAPTER 11...

Need You To Need Me

"Surprise!"

Harry jumped in surprise once he stepped through the fireplace at the Burrow. Hermione, Ron, and Sirius had insisted that he come through the fire last, and now he knew why. They had wanted a chance to join the rest of the party awaiting Harry's return. Harry smiled brightly and felt his eyes water as he looked around at all of the faces: Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George, Blaise, Sirius, Mr. and Mrs. Weasely, Charlie, Bill and Fluer, Oliver Wood...

Wow, he had no idea this was going to happen! He was quickly surrounded by his closest friends, the ones he considered his family.

"Harry, dear, we're so excited!" he heard Mrs. Weasely exclaim.

"I can't wait for you to open our gift!" Fred and George laughed togehter as they patted his head.

"Fred and George Weasely, I swear on your great-aunt Ginerva Weasely's portrait that if your gift does anything destructive I'll hang you both out to dry with the laundry and hex you in to an oblivion," Mrs. Weasely threatened as she grabbed her sons by the ear and pulled them away from her pregnant son.

Harry laughed at the woman's antics and grabbed the back of her dress before she carried the twins any further off. She let the twins go and her eyes began to water when Harry pulled her into a tight hug. "Thank you for everything, Mrs. Weasely." When he released her, he turned to the crowd around him. "Thank you all as well!" he smiled.

Sirius stepped up then and wrapped a fatherly arm over Harry's shoulders. "And the moment you've all been waiting for!" he called proudly. Any chatter stopped immediately as the whole room seemed to take an anxious breath. "My little pup is pregnant with-" he paused for dramatic effect "-a beautiful girl and a handsome, little boy... Just like his grandfather."

Mrs. Weasely really did begin to cry this time. She greatfully accepted the handkercheif her husband handed her before kissing both of Harry's tear-stained cheeks. He had begun to cry too. After the sentimental moment, a slight groan swept through the room as wallets and pocket books were dug through. Hermione patted Harry's head with a very proud smirk that Harry couldn't help but to laugh at. He wiped his eyes and glasses. He laughed again when Hermione transfigured her change purse into a large bucket. Where else would all of the galleons fit?

"While you lot are all emptying your pockets, I think I'll steal our mother-to-be away for a quick snack before the party starts!" Mrs. Weasley called as she took Sirius's place at Harry's side. Harry hadn't realized how hungry he was before she had something. He smiled and followed her into the kitchen... He had never seen so much food in his life!

"Where did the kitchen go?" he asked with a laugh. "I don't believe I've ever seen this much food... Not even at Christmas!"

"Well, dear," Mrs. Weasley laughed, "We've been cooking all day! You deserve the best, and now that we know you're feeding two little stomachs plus your own- I hope you didn't think this occasion was worth any less!"

"I certainly couldn't ask for more," Harry smiled. He felt his eyes begin to water. "I feel like a woman," he chuckled wiping his eyes before any tears could fall. Then his stomach lowly growled. "A hungry woman."

Mrs. Weasley burst out laughing. She hugged Harry one more time and set about making him a small plate, her laughter never ceasing.

Draco

Draco's mind was still very much in a daze when he stepped into the study of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. His father was quite happily reading over old letters and documents he had found in the drawers, many were dated back almost two-hundred years. Lucius looked up from his reading and frowned. "Draco, son... Are you alright?"

In answer, Draco simply sat in a chair across from his father. He continued to stare at nothing and everything all at once. His heart felt as if his blood was pumping too fast and too slow. His entire being seemed to be spinning just like the study once he finally looked into his father's eyes. "Why is the room spinning?" he finally asked through gritted teeth.

"Draco, the room is as stationary as it has always been," Lucius answered, his voice thick with concern. "Kreacher!" Lucius called. With a low pop, the old House Elf appeared.

He bowed his head respectfully. "Master Malfoy."

"Get Draco to his room and lay him down. If he tries to get up, bind him." Kreacher nodded and snapped his fingers. In a flash, Lucius was once again left alone. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. Somehow... he could just tell that Draco knew. Draco knew about the baby.

And then suddenly, Lucius felt a tingle shoot up his spine. Someone was trying to get past the wards of Malfoy Manor. He had never returned to dismantle the wards protecting his former house so every time someone tried to get inside, he was still alerted as head of the Malfoy line... No one had tried to get into the Manor until now. Not even Aurors... Who could it-

Narcissa...

Lucius stood quickly and summoned his traveling cloak. He scribbled a quick note to Kreacher telling him where to reach him and to give instructions about what to do with Draco until he returned... And then, he Disapparated with a pop...

Harry

"Time for gifts!" Mrs. Weasley called with excitement clear in her voice.

Everyone at the Burrow gathered into the expanded living room. Harry was placed in a plush chair next to a mountain of gifts. Why were there so many? "What's all this?" he asked with a blush. Surely they hadn't thought it necessary to get him so much...

"Just a few baby things," Fred and George said together ruffling Harry's hair as they passed him.

"A few?" Harry mumbled. He sighed with a smile and waited for instruction.

"Who wants to go first?" Mr. Weasley called out as he took the last available seat. He was always last to sit down.

"I will!" Hermione exclaimed as she bounced up from her seat next to Ron. She approached the pile of gifts and dug around until she found the gifts she had wrapped. She turned to Harry and handed him two wrapped boxes of equal size and shape; however, one was wrapped in pink while the other was wrapped in blue.

"Thanks," Harry smiled. He waited for his friend to sit back down so she didn't miss anything. Once Hermione was seated, Harry pulled the bows from both gifts and unwrapped them both before opening the beneath the paper. Sirius, who was sitting next to him on the floor held up one hand. Harry smiled and handed him the bow that had been wrapped with pink. They opened their separate boxes and pulled out what lay inside: the box Sirius held contained small, baby pink socks with a matching knitted beanie. Harry's box contained the same thing but the color was baby blue. Under each set of clothes there was a small teddy bear, one with a pink ribbon and one with a blue. Harry was about to say thank you when he noticed that there was one more thing in his box. It fit perfectly into the bottom of the box right beneath the bear. He pulled it out... It was an album, a plain black album with a place for a picture on the front. He opened the album and saw that Hermione had spelled the pages to be half blue and half pink. He showed the room and everyone laughed. "Thank you, Hermione," Harry smiled brightly as he carefully placed his son's stuff back in the box while Sirius did the same.

"Me next, mate!" Ron exclaimed as he jumped up, no doubt in a desire to not be upstaged by his new girlfriend. Harry and Sirius chuckled at his friend's excitement. Ron approached the pile of gifts and then summoned the two biggest boxes from the pile. They were indentical in size and were even wrapped in the same color: lavender with silver bows.

"What have you got in there?" Fred called with a laugh as Ron tried to lift one of the boxes to get it to Harry.

"Where did those come from?" George called with a surprised look and laugh. He and Fred needed to go buy Harry bigger presents...

"Shut up," Ron mumbled as he just decided to push the two large boxes over to Harry.

"Thanks," Harry smiled... Wow, Ron had gone all out. Harry stood from his chair so he could look at the top of the boxes. Sirius stood as well because the box reached over his head while he sat on the floor. They waited for Ron to sit back down before removing the wrapping. "Hermione help wrap them, did she?" Harry teased. Ron's face turned red in embarrassment but he nodded anyway. At least she didn't know what was inside the boxes, he thought proudly.

Sirius was first to open his box and his eyes went rather large before a large smile broke across his face. He quickly closed the box when Harry tried to peek inside. "Open yours," he chuckled.

Harry pouted but opened the box with a new curiosity. He reacted the same way his godfather had. "Ron!" he exclaimed in delight. "This is brilliant!" Whispers errupted around the room. They really wanted to see what Ron had gotten now... "The twins will be a little too young for a while yet, but they'll love them!" Harry laughed as he tore around the box instead of trying to lift the gift up and out. Sirius followed suit, and the room awwed together once the gifts were finally revealed...

Harry's box had contained a small rocking-horse that wasn't even a horse at all; it was a unicorn. It's silvery coat was simply dazzling while the gold horn glittered in the light of the room. It looked like a real unicorn that had been preserved by a master sculptor. Around the unicorn's neck was a large pink ribbon... Inside of Sirius's box was a smililar toy, but instead of a unicorn, there was a carved Hippogriff. It looked so much like Buckbeak that Harry couldn't help but smile; it was the same color and everything. Around it's neck was an emerald ribbon with a feather hanging from it... Harry reached over to gently grab the feather in his hand. "Is this...?"

Ron smiled, "It is."

"How?" Harry asked. The last he heard, Buckbeak had died just after he and Sirius escaped after third year.

"Hagrid had a few of his feathers inside his Hut from when he was trying to hide him from the ministry," Ron shrugged. "I figured you would like it."

"It's amazing!" Harry smiled. He released the feather and looked at the two gifts again. They were so cute. Ron had done good. Harry hadn't know he had such good taste in children's toys... Wait... "Ron, weren't these expensive?"

"Of course not," Ron laughed. His ears went red like they usually did at the mention of finances. "The Lovegood's pitched in and gave me a bonus at work." Before Hermione could complain about not knowing about his raise, Ron laughed, "Who's next?"

"I'll go." Harry smiled brightly when Oliver calmly stood from his place next to the twins. The Quidditch star pulled two small bags from the pile of gifts. One was Gryffindor red while the other was gold. Harry smiled and sat back down to retrieve the gifts. Oliver handed Harry the two bags and pulled a small wrapped box from the pocket of his jeans, which he placed in Harry's hand, who then set if in his lap. Once Oliver had time to sit, Harry pulled the tissue paper from the bags, opting to save the box for last. Under the tissue in both bags there was a small leather pouch tied shut with a black leather chord. Harry pulled the two pouches out of their bags and set the bags on the floor next to his chair, careful not to knock the small box from his lap. With the black chord removed, the leather pouches fell open to reveal two golden Snitches. Harry's eyes widened in excitment as he held the two golden orbs in either hand.

"They are normal Snitches, Harry... Once the babies are born you can activate them to fly over their cribs," Oliver called with smile. "They can even play music."

"How do you activate them?" Harry asked eagerly. Sirius held his hand out and Harry placed one of the Snitches into his palm. He twisted it slightly to the left. Two bright wings sprouted from the small ball of gold. Harry laughed and followed suit. "Incredible!" He looked over at his former Quidditch captain. "Oliver, these are great!"

"Look, pup, they glow in the dark as well!" Sirius exclaimed cupping his hands around the Snitch in his hands. He sounded like a kid in a candy store. The room laughed at his excitement.

While Harry started to open the small gift Oliver had given him, he allowed the two Snitches to be passed around. Everyone was curious to see how they worked- Hermione especially.

"I haven't seen a Snitch in ages!" Bill laughed as he got his hands on one of them. Fleur smiled over at him before kissing his scarred cheek.

"You played Quidditch, Bill?" Harry asked after tossing the box's wrapping along with the other discarded paper and bows.

"Keeper," Bill said proudly. "Must be where Ron got his skills."

"Probably," Harry laughed as he lifted the lid off the box. Inside, there was another box; it looked like a jewelry box of some sort. "What's this?" he whispered opening the small case. "Wow..." Everyone watched as Harry pulled two thin, silver chains from the case. Attached to each chain was half of a Snitch with a wing. Harry put the two halves together to form an entire Snitch. He looked closer and noticed that a few Ancient Runes were engraved all over the Snitch. He was bullocks at Runes.

Oliver chuckled as if understanding Harry's lack of translation. "The runes are for protection, and once the twins are old enough to wear them, the necklaces can be used to keep track of everything they do. Just add a drop of your blood, and you will be alert if they're ever in danger or hurt..."

"These are perfect... Thank you, Oliver," Harry smiled. He carefully put the two neckalces back in the box. He left Sirius in charge of making sure the two Snitches made it back to their leather pouches and went on with the rest of his gifts. There were so many left!

Draco

Draco hadn't even realized he had fallen asleep when he awoke to the sound of movement next to his bed. He sat up and looked over to see Kreacher setting down a tray of crackers and tea on the nightstand. "Kreacher, how long have I been asleep?"

"Master Draco has been resting for two hours now," Kreacher rasped out. He certainly was getting old, Draco thought as he watched the old elf limp away.

"Thank you, Kreacher," he called behind the small creature. Kreacher stopped to bow his head in acknowledgement of Draco's gratitude.

Once the House Elf was gone, Draco took a few sips of the tea and ate some of the crackers. His mind was racing and his heart felt as if it would burst forward from his chest if he breathed too deeply. "I'm going to be a father," he whispered with a soft smile. For some reason, he thought, that phrase would never get old.

Phineas had instructed Draco not to tell anyone about the babies, but shouldn't he at least tell his father? Surely Lucius had a right to know he would be becoming a grandfather... Maybe it would be better to keep Harry's pregnancy to himself. Stress was not be good for his pregnant father... Wow, he would be a big brother and a father in a few months.

Now that he was rested and no longer suffering from shock, he needed to get to work. The library at Snape Manor had many useful books on Animagi and tracking them with magic. Maybe Severus had some books on wizard pregnancies as well... Draco conjured a piece of parchment and a quill with his wand before quickly writing a note for his father, informing him that he could be found with Severus that night. Draco left the note folded on his bed knowing his father would be in to check on him later. "I'm off, Kreacher!" he called loud enough for the aged servant to hear. He then pulled a small charm from his pocket- it was a small, silver cauldron. "Severus," he whispered. The Potion Master's name activated the small port-key and Draco felt the familiar pull behind his navel as he was transported to the foyer of his godfather's manor...

Harry

At the end of the evening, Harry had a pile of amazing gifts for himself and the twins. Bill and Fleur had given him French clothes for every season and various ages for the twins. They were soft and finely tailored, no doubt hand-sewn. Blaise had gotten Harry a pair of silk pajamas that were spelled to fit no matter how big his belly got over the next few months. They seemed really expensive and were Harry's favorite color: forest green. Blaise had also gotten two baby blankets made out of the softest material Harry had ever felt. One of the blankets was a pale yellow and was decorated with fluffy cartoon owls that looked like Hedwig. The other blanket was a pale green color with various cartoon dragons that really flew around the fabric.

After Blaise's gift, Harry had taken a break from opening the gifts to ask the entire room how they had known to get gifts for two babies instead of one- and their sexes as well. The entire room laughed and simply confessed that Hermione had persuaded them. After all, the bushy-haired witch was just never wrong. They had all chosen to be better safe than sorry. Harry couldn't help but to laugh as he resumed opening his gifts.

Fred and George's gift was surprisingly normal- and safe. They had given Harry two Muggle toyboxes decorated with a rainbow of colors. Inside them were toys from both the Muggle world and the Wizarding world. There were children's books and dress-up clothes for when the twins grew older. But Harry's favorite part of their gift was the two stuffed pheonixes placed carefully inside either toybox. The stuffed birds had bright purple ribbons around their necks and sang when squeezed around the stomach. Harry had never seen such a unique toy before, and it sounded just like Fawkes did... Beautiful.

Charlie had given Harry four boxes, with two smaller than the others. Inside the two smaller boxes were silver-colored rattles with clear bulbs that contained small, colorful dragon charms and small jewels. The two larger boxes contained silver eggs that looked exactly like the dragon eggs from the first challenge of the Triwizard tournament. Charlie informed Harry that one egg was left unopened in the babies' nursery while the other was kept open where ever Harry was. The two eggs served as baby monitors, but they would only work if one egg was open while the other egg was closed.

Ginny's gift was a pair of hand-painted pacifiers, one was pink and lavender while the other was blue and red. Harry had had no idea she could paint so well. The small designs were intricate and unique. After Ginny's gift came Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Harry received a box of sweets and two small, rubber ducks from Arthur and two small, knitted sweaters from Molly- they were both purple. She promised to put letters on the front once Harry decided on the twins' names... Which- though he kept his thought to himself- he would not do until Draco was there to help him decide. As soon as Narcissa was found, the sooner Draco could help him name their babies...

The last gift in the pile had been a solitary box wrapped in white paper. Instead of a bow on top of the box, these words were written:

To you, Pup.

Love,

Mum, Dad, and Sirius...

Harry felt his eyes begin to water at the hand-written words. He carefully removed the paper, making sure to keep the note in tact. He opened the old-looking box that had been wrapped in the paper and actually did feel a tear fall down his cheek. Inside the box was a silver lamp with a revolving shade. Leaves and vines were carved out of the silver of the lamp's base and traveled up to disappear beneath the shade while small lillies were carved and painted all the way up as well. The shapes of flowers, crescent moons, pawprints, and a prancing stag were cut out of the shade. Sirius explained that once the lamp was turned on, the shade would spin and create a moving mural along the walls and ceiling of whatever room it was placed in. He then went on to say that Lily and James had had the lamp specifically designed for Harry's nursery once they found out Lily was with child. (Sirius left out that he had removed all traces of the fourth Maruader...)

The room had been full of sniffles and sad smiles as they watched the sentimental moment... A moment ruined by the sound of a knock on the door.

"Who could that be?" Mrs. Weaslye said in annoyance as she used a handkercheif to wipe her eyes. She stood from her seat and went to get the door. Everyone waited for her return, listening as she opened the door and greeted the stranger... "Good evening!" They heard her gasp. "An owl certainly couldn't have delivered this... Thanks, deary, I'll take it from here."

Harry could feel the entire room's curiosity as Mrs. Weasley closed the door. A few seconds later she came back into the living room with a large, brown-wrapped package levitating after her. "Look what the mail's just delivered," she giggled.

"Bloody hell," Fred, George, and Ron whispered as Harry stood to approach the package. It wsa bigger than Ron's two gifts put together.

"For me?" Harry asked. Mrs. Weasley nodded. "Who's it from?" Harry asked next.

"The carrier didn't know, dear," Mrs. Weasley smiled. She handed Harry a small card with elegant black script on it. Nothing revealed who the massive gift was from. There was only one way to find out what it was though, so Harry asked Ron and Hermione to help him get the paper off...

"Blimey," Ron whispered in awe after the last bit of paper was removed. "It's bigger than my bed!"

Harry laughed, just as surprised while Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's big enough for both babies at least," she said smiling.

"Eet lookz very espeensive," Fleur added as she stood to examine the large crib. She ran her fingers over the wooden frame. "Yez, very..."

"Who could have sent it to you, if everyone who knows about the baby is here?" Hermione asked. Everyone stood to examine the crib, all adding that they hadn't told anyone.

"Well, what about Snape or Poppy?" Harry metioned after a few moments of thinking...

They remained silent after that, yet none believed that the crib was from either of their old professors...