A/N: Sorry for the very long wait. I have been trying to write my novel and have been working on new fanfics, one where Harry gets put in Slytherin in first year that I hope to put up soon. However I will continue to update this when I have time. I enjoy doing this one when I just want to have fun writing. So enjoy!
Harry knocked on the portrait and waited patiently for the doorway to open. He smiled when Draco opened the door, however it wasn't long lived as the blond turned from him and walked into his bedroom. Following he was surprised to find the room littered with clothes that had obviously been discarded, Draco was currently twisting and turning while examining himself in the mirror.
"You know I think you are spending more time here then when we were dating," Draco said to Harry, still looking at himself in the mirror and touching various parts of his clothes and hair. He seemed to be deciding if his clothes were right and if he should change his hair.
"Well you are pregnant with my child, I need to make sure if you both need anything." Harry looked down at the floor in case he was met with an angry glare.
Draco made a humming noise still preoccupied. "Do you think I look alright? I can't decide if I should gel my hair."
Smiling Harry looked at Draco soft hair, he had always liked it long and loose. "I always think you look amazing. But don't gel it, you look softer and more appealing with it loose. What are you dressing up for anyway?"
"I have a date." Harry nearly collapsed at those words.
"A date? With who?" He asked trying to recover.
Walking over to the dressing table Draco answered casually. "Blaise, he asked me out to go to the Three Broomsticks for a meal then back to Slytherin for one of their parties." He picked up a brush to make sure his hair was defiantly knot free.
"Why are you dating people? And should you really be going to a party, you can't drink if you're pregnant." Trying to reason out why the blonde would be doing such a ridiculous thing.
"I don't have to drink just because I'm at a party," Draco reprimanded him. "Plus I can date people as we are no longer together."
Harry closed his mouth and stared at the floor determinedly. "I thought you broke up with him because he was immature." Harry huffed out.
"That was at the beginning of fifth year," Draco laughed softly, "I think he might have grown up slightly by now." He turned around and stared at Harry intensely. "Are you going to be okay with this?"
Shrugging Harry didn't look up. "Doesn't matter if I'm not. We agreed to take our relationship as it comes. If you feel that you are able to date other people then we are just friends, if that."
"Don't hex him next time you see him, alright?"
"Would I do something like that?" Draco stared hard at him, Harry could feel it on the top of his head and decided not raise it. "Fine I won't hex him, but if he hurts you then I reserve the right to make him pay."
He heard Draco approach before he felt the hand on his shoulder. "Thank you Harry. This means a lot to me." Harry raised his head and looked into deep grey eyes, what he wouldn't give to wrap his arms around the blond and kiss those beautiful lips.
Instead he lifted his hands up and pressed them against the others stomach. "Look after this little guy alright." He smiled blissfully, sadness trying to overcome the happy feeling. "And if he does anything wrong let me know so I can have a few words with him." He pulled his hands back when he felt Draco let go of his shoulder, a clear sign that he didn't want any more contact with him physically.
"Alright," Draco whispered, "and I'll be sure to look after the baby, he needs to be perfect to see his father after all." He turned back to the mirror to check his outfit again.
Harry felt like crying, they had discussed the baby a few weeks ago. In the end they agreed that if they hadn't picked up their relationship again before the baby was born then Harry would take care of him (as Harry was sure it was going to be a boy) and Draco would come to see him every now and then but have no overall say in the baby's life as he thought Harry deserved to live separate from him so that he could move on. "You look gorgeous, anyone would be lucky to see you."
Draco stopped examining himself and looked at the reflection of the dejected looking Harry in the mirror instead. His heart ached for him; he needed to at least go on a date to see what it would be like to be with someone other than Harry. He was uncertain as to if he would be with Harry again as he still felt intense love for the man but he couldn't trust him still. He was getting slightly better though. "Anyone would be lucky to have you Harry; I know I was very lucky."
"No," Harry said softly, "I was lucky to have any time with you, and I was stupid and ruined it. You deserve better." He took a deep breath. "I hope you have a great time tonight." He stood up and walked up to Draco staring into his eyes through the mirror. He pressed his hand to his lips then leaned over and put it to where Draco mouth was in the mirror. "I'll leave you to get sorted out, see you later." He pulled his hand back and walked out the room.
After the sound of the portrait closing was heard Draco lifted his hand and laid it over where Harry's had been, the other rested on his stomach. "Harry," he whispered into his empty room.
Three hours later at ten o'clock at night, Draco stood in front of the Gryffindor portrait. As Head boy he was allowed to be out after curfew and knew all of the House passwords. However it felt slightly wrong to him just to barge into the common room so he raised his hand and knocked softly, after a few seconds he felt like turning back around. Just as he decided that it was better to go the portrait opened and Hermione Granger opened it. What was the luck that it was her, it couldn't have simply been a third year he didn't know, no, his luck was too bad for that. "Draco?" She asked, seemingly confused.
"Granger," he nodded to her, "how are you?"
"I'm fine thank you," she seemed very uneasy, "how are you?"
"I'm alright thank you for asking."
Granger looked to the side then back at Draco. "Are you looking for Harry?"
"If he is still awake, if not then I can come back some other time." Draco said it quite quickly a sure sign that he was nervous.
"No he's up; I was just talking to him. Why don't you come in?" She opened the portrait wider and motioned for him to enter.
Cautiously he stepped into the common room, Granger pointed to the red sofa by the fireplace where a small tuft of black hair could be seen. Taking a deep breath he braced himself and walked over to the sofa. When Harry turned around Draco's breath hitched slightly at the sight of red puffy eyes and blotchy cheeks. "Harry?" Draco asked softly. "What's wrong?" He sat down next to Harry, closer than he had been in quite a few weeks.
"Nothing," Harry smiled over at Draco. "What are you doing here? I thought you were on a date with Blaise."
Sighing Draco put his hand on his head and rubbed his forehead wearily. "It was awful. All the way through dinner all I could think was that I didn't want to be there, that it was wrong. After that, at the party I saw my date gradually getting drunker and drunker, as well as everyone around me. Not a very nice sight. Until Blaise tried to make a very inappropriate pass at me. In the end all I could think of was how much I wanted to be with you."
"Draco?" Harry stared into the grey eyes in front of me.
"It wasn't right because it wasn't you. He was crude, immature and boring. You are sensitive, loving and, although you may not be as smart as I am, you manage not to bore me, Merlin knows how but you do it." Draco smiled and reached over to grasp one of Harry's hands in his. "I know I said that after you hurt me I didn't trust you but I think I do. I mean I wouldn't take a drink from you anytime soon but I was being overcautious. If I love you as much as I do then there has to be some basis of trust there. If I could trust you with my heart then I don't see why I shouldn't be with you. I was just trying to protect myself from being hurt, though I am still not happy with you. Does this make any sense? I just spent the last hour trying to reason with myself."
Harry smiled softly and brought their linked hands up to his mouth to kiss. "It makes sense. I am so sorry for what I did."
"I know." Draco leaned in closer to the dark haired man. "So do you forgive me for going on a date with another man."
"Was it really that dreadful?" Harry grinned cheekily.
"It was worse than dreadful, I thought I was going to die of boredom and then I was so disgusted by everyone."
"I'll forgive you if you can mostly forgive me."
"Mostly?" Draco asked breathing in Harry's scent.
"I can't expect you to forgive me completely but I want to move on from this."
"Alright."
Harry grinned and leaned in to capture his loves lips in a sweet kiss that gradually got more intense as Draco's hands came up to wrap themselves in the black locks. Harry pressed forward further and wrapped one arm around the blonds middle, his other hand gripping on to the back of the sofa. When Harry's tongue came out to play Draco flinched slightly, confused Harry pulled back. "Draco?"
"Sorry but I still want to keep it going slow. I mean I.... I do want to be with you. And I do love you. I mainly trust you but I still have a little way to go to trust you with my body again. I really am making no sense now." The last bit was mainly to himself.
"It's alright," Harry's hand from around his waist came up to cup a soft cheek tenderly. "We'll be slow, as long as I get to know that you love me it is more than enough. I didn't think I would get another shot with you. I love you so much it hurts sometimes."
"Was I the one that made you cry?" Draco said slowly, eyes narrowing slightly.
"I was just a bit upset about the whole date business." The word 'date' was spat out like it was something horrible and putrid. "I know, how about I take you out for a date on Sunday?"
"I'd like that," Draco smiled, "Your paying right?" Harry nodded enthusiastically. "I would like that very much." He leaned the short distance between them and kissed Harry chastely.
"We'll go out the whole day, I'll get you anything you want." Harry spoke fondly knowing how much Draco liked being spoiled and getting presents. "I'll pick you up after breakfast, okay?"
Nodding Draco gave Harry one last kiss before getting up from the sofa, Harry's hand falling away from his face. "I'll see you in a day then, Harry. Sweet dreams." He winked over at Harry before walking out of the room nodding to Granger as he passed her, when he was out of the common room he smiled goofily and made his way down to his room.
Harry sighed and collapsed against the sofa when Draco was gone smiling at the ceiling. He felt when Hermione sat down next to him. "I told you it would all be alright," he heard her say to him.
"Thanks Hermione." He turned his head to her, "Do you think that it will all be okay now?"
"You still have a long way to go and who knows if you will be able to make it through him being pregnant unscathed." She said very wisely eyes studying her friend. "Then there is also Ron to think about."
Harry groaned. "I haven't told him that Draco's pregnant yet."
"Why not?"
"Because when I told him we broke up he was angry enough, I had to restrain him from going after Draco for hurting me. If he knew that he also had my child there is no telling how angry he would be."
"He is going to start to show soon Harry, everyone will know soon enough Ron will be even angrier the longer it is you take to tell him."
"I know," Harry got up and smiled at Hermione. "I'll tell him when I tell him that we are back together. It would be so much easier if they just got along."
"You can't have everything Harry, be thankful for what you have." She smiled up at him. "You deserve happiness."
"Thanks Hermione, g'night." He waved to her and walked up the stairs to boys dorms. He made his way to bed and changed quietly, so as to not wake his friends. Sweet dreams, smiling blissfully he thought that he was certainly going to have sweet dream that night as the object of his dreams was back with him and nothing was going to make him let go of his love ever again.
A/N: I didn't expect this to turn out like it did. It was reasonably happy at the end. The reason it is happy at the end is that I wrote it all last night and a bit after midnight when I had just finished the first half I checked on my university's website as it said that our results would go up and I found out that I passed and wouldn't have to re-do the research unit that I failed because I got a really high mark on my creative folder so it made up my grade for the first year, so I am going into next year! Was very happy about it and because of that I think the boys wanted to be happy too.
Okay should I put up a chapter about their date?? I can't decide if I should follow their date on the weekend or if I should just go to the end of their date which would the more involved part? Yes, no, indifferent? Please review; it's those that keep me active. Hope you are all well!!