Harry woke up early and already in the kitchen making breakfast. He noticed that Malfoy hasn't come out of the bedroom since last night. Although, he knew Ginny would be happy for him, but he did not know how to feel about it. He couldn't help it but to stare at the stomach of Malfoy's. To know that baby is developing and being carried by a surrogate carrier and Harry is the father.

The breakfast was finally made, but the carrier did not come downstairs at all. Harry didn't want to be difficult, but he didn't know how to respond to the unwanted person. All he knew is that Malfoy will become a part of his family and no one would be more honest than him. The sigh escaped and the wand was drawn. Harry flicked his wand and accio'ed the breakfast tray.

The tray came directly to him and he sets it down on the counter. Harry gathered a couple of plates, a small bowl, a glass cup, and a mug. He didn't know what Draco would want, so he placed the eggs, sausages, toasts, banana, cereal box, oatmeal packet, pumpkin juice, hot water, and tea packet. Harry arranged it neatly and went out of the kitchen to upstairs. Once he reached to the guest's bedroom, Harry managed to knock while balancing the tray with one hand.

There was not much of a word to hear or sounds as he would have expected. He opened the door and slowly peered in. He saw Draco still sleeping and curled up under the sheet. Harry froze and realized that Malfoy might not the morning type of person and decided to leave it on the table in the room. He sets it down quietly and placed a warming charm. Harry went towards the door and left the room.

"Potter…what's…what's this?"

Harry tensed up, but turned around to face the carrier. He could see the confusion on the blond and staring at the tray of food. Harry soothed his neck and shrugged a little.

"I figured you'd like to eat, so you have anything you'd like to have right away. I didn't know you sleep in."

Draco blinked, "Oh. Thanks, Potter. I generally wake up eight in the morning than six."

"I always wake up at five in the morning all the time."

Malfoy stared at him with wide pale blue eyes at Harry, "Five in the morning? When was the last time you slept in?"

Harry blinked, "Erm, when I had a lot of assignments due, I slept in until seven in the morning."

Draco shook his head, "Merlin…" He took a deep breath, "Sorry…I…did not mean to criticize."

Harry frowned, "You always criticized me, even at Hogwarts."

"But I am working for you. It is important to provide respect to all clients and requests, as long it does not kill me."

Harry didn't like the sound of it, but he nodded along for now. Harry glanced over the tray and back to the carrier.

"I placed the warm charm on the food. You can eat it after you are refresh from sleep," Harry softly smiled, "Go back to sleep, Malfoy."

Harry turned around and closed the door. Draco watched him leave the bedroom and he checked over the food. The blond wizard had no idea why Harry would do this for him, especially some issues they have because of the war. He tried to lie back down and sleep again, but it didn't feel right to him.

The memory flashed when Potter cursed him with Severus' dark spell and the torturing pain. It twitched his fingers whenever that happened, but chose to ignore it. Draco tried to replace the memory with a different one…where he demanded his former friend to leave Potter alone and leave him alone. When the fire grew stronger by the moment and engulfed the entire room slowly, the way Harry did not leave him there to die. All he knew was Harry did not arrive for his father's trial, but on his mother's and his' trials. It felt like a decade ago, but barely reaching six years ago. War still felt too fresh in his mind and heart.

The warmth scent rose into his nose and turned his stomach grumbling. It took the war off his mind and decided to think about his eating now. He stood up and headed over to the table. He noticed that Potter considered giving him anything he wanted to eat to his comforts and having options to decide what to eat. If anything, Draco thought Potter would demand him to stay away from specific kinds of food and that would be it for the pregnancy states. Instead, Potter understood how pregnancy worked and saw no issue with the way he eats.

Draco glanced around in the bedroom and understood that Potter's room next to his'. Which meant Potter wanted him close by for anything related for the baby. Once he's done with the task, he would not matter to Potter at the end and only doing it to have a family. There would be no way Potter keeping him around, not with their history going on.

… … …

Draco spent the day arranging the bedroom into his comfort zone since he'd be here for a few years. Unless Potter chooses to move him into another bedroom, but he'd be prepared to do so. Once he settled his things in, he helped himself to the bathroom and began to take a shower.

"Malfoy?" Uncertain was obvious.

Draco turned off the water and came out the bathroom. He saw Potter standing close by the door and his brows furrowed.

"What is it?" Draco tilted his head.

Harry soothed his neck, "I was hoping you don't think I'm making you stay only here and nowhere else. You do know you can go out of the mansion and do what you normally do."

Draco blinked, but understood Harry's concern and addressing them immediately. He nodded slowly, but truly, he preferred to be in the bathroom to enjoy a shower.

"Thanks. Plans was to stay inside today anyway." Draco told him.

Harry crossed his arms, "Okay," He glanced at the door briefly, "Is there anything you'd like to have for dinner?"

The blond shrugged, "Anything you're making, I'll have it."

Harry nodded and left Draco alone. The savior sighed once the door closed and headed downstairs. It was strange, yet, he didn't know how to work this out comfortably to have his school rival living with him. Let alone having a baby with, if this was done at the end of Hogwarts, everyone would gossip like no tomorrow between the two.

Harry headed back downstairs and found himself into small library he created. He sat down on the wing chair and stared out the window with the view of the yard. He could imagine kids running around in the yards in all the seasons and having the time of their lives.

"Ginny," He sighed, "I don't what I'm doing and something isn't right." Harry muttered, "I need a guide book or something."

He glanced over to the bookshelves and all those books were his studies. All the years from Hogwarts, then later became a makeup artist-

His wand shook and he glanced down. He took it out and noticed the familiar blue glow tip. Harry got himself up and walked out of the library to head over to the living room. He used his wand onto the fireplace and it lit up in green. It revealed a young witch, who appeared in be stressed and nearly in tears. Harry sighed and prepared for the worse.

"What can I do for you, Miss?"

The witch shook her head, "I need a makeup artist and the wedding is about to begin in three hours and my hair is not done and I need to get my dress to be properly fitted an-"

Harry nodded, "I'll be there, miss. I will arrive in five minutes and help you ready everything before your beautiful begins."

Her face softened, "Thank you so much! It's Harkerson Manor for the floo travel."

Harry smiled and nodded, seeing she ended the call. Harry stood up and went to gather his makeup kit. He managed to write a note and set it in the kitchen.

… … …

It had been a couple of weeks since Draco lived with Harry, but neither of them chatted much. Harry would prepare food and made sure the carrier has them. Other times, Harry would go out and deal his makeup artist job on the schedule and off-schedule. Draco barely leaves his room other than to eat or have tea.

"Harry!"

Harry picked up his head and grinned. He rushed over to the front door and saw the redhead adopted-sister. Ginny was grinning and ran up to him with her arms opened. Harry caught onto her and accepted her tight hug. He could smell the strong salty ocean water scent from the honeymoon trip.

"Welcome back, sister."

Ginny giggled, "Thanks, I miss you, Harry! I hope you weren't too busy working and not trying to figure out a plan for your future family planning."

Harry sighed, "Well…you're not going to believe me then."

Ginny pulled her head back and looked at him as if he said he quit the job. They broke up their hugs and followed up footsteps from the stairs. The witch glanced over and saw the blond wizard.

"Malfoy? What are you doing here?"

Draco stood, "…depends on how Potter explains it?"

She glanced over to her best friend questionably, "Harry, what's going on?"

Harry nodded awkwardly and caved in. The blond walked down the rest of the stairs and stood across from them. Ginny eyed the wizard while waiting for the explanation and prepared herself for the worse.

"He's my surrogate carrier, Ginny. The company matched him and met all the requirement I need for a carrier."

Her hazel eyes popped opened, "You actually planned something and apparently, your news beaten mine before it could be revealed."

Harry tilted his head, "Huh?"

She softly smiled, "I'm pregnant, Harry. Dean and everyone else doesn't know yet."

He chuckled, "Congratulations, Ginny, I'm happy for you."

"And you both. Looks like two babies will be born in April," The witch hummed happily and loudly, faced the blond, "How are you feeling, Malfoy…erm, or Draco?"

The carrier blinked and stared at the witch. Harry realized the difficulty of two families are not exactly best association, however, Ginny was trying to be supportive in his family plans.

"Fine, I supposed. You can still call me Malfoy. Not like we're going to be best friend or anything."

Ginny crossed her arms, "No, but for the sakes of babies, at least we can try being friends. You tell me if any of my family giving you problems, they'll worry about me."

Draco nodded and offered an appreciated smile directly at her. Harry smiled to know that Ginny supported him overall, despite of who happened to carry his baby. Ginny linked her arm around Harry and managed the same for Draco. She dragged them out to the kitchen and released their arms as soon as they sat down.

Her lips curled up nearly devilish and eyed both of the wizards. Harry recognized her signature look and understood she has an idea now. He groaned and shook his head. Malfoy blinked and his face questioned both of them.

"No, Ginny, please, no," Harry frowned.

Ginny rolled her eyes, "You can't ignore this, Harry, everyone needs to know you're expecting a child in nine month. It's just news announcement."

Harry glared, "Everyone?"

She chuckled, "Your closest friends, Ron and Hermione? My family members?" Her hand circulated.

Draco glanced away and understood that Ginny wanted to do. He kept his lips tight and waited for his client to make the decision. Harry closed his eyes as she pointed out the specific set of people and to allow them to find out. He rubbed his forehead and sighed to cave in.

"Just them and no one else, I really don't want too much attention." Harry opened his eyes to see her grinning and her satisfied attitude.

Ginny squealed, "Yes! Now we can do it during family gathering in two weeks. Of course, Dean will know tonight, but it's perfect! You and I can announce we are expecting in April and more." Her hands held onto Harry's.

Harry glanced over to the carrier, "Will you be okay with this," Brow rose.

Draco glanced up to Harry and found himself surprised to be asked at all. He gulped slightly and kept himself calm.

"However, you'd feel best, Potter. It is your child and I am only doing my job until contract complete."

Harry didn't like how emotionless it sounded for Draco and too accepting to the situation. Ginny noticed, but she patted Harry's hands.

"Why don't I go out and sort out of my news to my husband," She hummed.

Harry nodded and watched the witch leaves. Ginny left quickly enough and out the mansion within a minute. Harry leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms as he relaxed.

"Look," Shrugged, "I…do want your say too and I'm not going to back out on this plan because I'd like to have a family. I get that you work for the company, but you're part of the family too."

Draco nodded along and turned his head away, "I know, Potter. It's…the contract I must follow. I must do whatever the client requires me to do, say attend to parties or announcement for pregnancy expecting or gender reveals. After you have three babies, I will be expected to do the same for others until I complete my contract. I must follow the standards' expectation of the company."

Harry didn't like that idea, which made it difficult to be honest with each other. He began to realize the surrogacy company have strict policy to follow to maintain proper business.

"Well," Harry shifted his arms, "I doubt they'll find out. I want you a part of the children's lives and being yourself, even if we bloody hate each other for whatever reasons."

"Honestly, Potter…" Draco glanced away, "I don't mind as long I'm not being touched on my stomach by others."

Harry's shoulders dropped when he finally believed Draco's saying. He chuckled, "I don't blame you. I don't like anyone grabbing me because I'm some famous hero."

"If only they knew you personally," The blond rolled his eyes.

Harry stood up and collected the food he made for lunch. He carried it over and set it on the table.

"Another thing," Harry sighed, "Is there any appointments coming up soon? I'd like to participate."

"Just blood work and ultrasound in a couple of weeks in the afternoon," Draco took a sip of tea, "You probably won't see much and the baby is-

"-size of a sesame seed, but I'd like to see it to believe it's all happening," Harry glanced away.

Draco blinked, "I see you've been doing research yourself."

Harry sighed, "For the past couple of years, yes."

Curled his hands to the cup of tea, "I think you'll be a wonderful father to your children, Potter."

The emerald eyes blinked, "Erm, thanks." Harry helped himself to eat.

The blond wizard noticed that Harry hasn't grasped the actual realization that he's the father and the chances of having family turned successful. Draco found having conversation was nice for a change and eased his worries about Potter. All he could think that he'd be controlled completely by Potter because of their Hogwarts rivalry, but the savior did none of that. That spoke a lot about Potter's maturity and driven to the urge of having a family of his own.

They both ate in silence and did their own things. Harry decided to be in the living room and took his time to enjoy reading a book. He became engrossed to the plotline and lost himself in time. He knew his chances of being called in for any given moment and wanted to relax for a change. Being a makeup artist tended to have a larger reputation for his skills than his savior reputation, especially the witches have high demands for their wedding days. Actors and actresses would hire him in an advanced and explain the looks to him. Harry managed to provide a good service and assure his clients to be entirely content with the rest of the days with their looks.

A sudden glass broken and it caught Harry's attention. He set down the book and went to search where it had fell. He noticed the pieces were close to leaving the kitchen and glanced up to see anyone there. He saw Draco standing there in frozen fear and unable to move or speak for himself.

Harry blinked, "Draco, what were you doing?"

He stammered, "I…I…didn't mean to break it and I just wanted to snack on something," He glanced away.

The former Gryfffindor didn't understand the point of this fear and decided to change that. He drew out his wand and used a charm to fix the broken glass. It was a container of chocolate and a dippable kind. Harry chuckled and shook his head.

"Cravings. You were craving chocolate?"

Draco nodded, "Yes…but, you're not upset that I helped myself?"

Harry shrugged, "Not really. Besides, you'll be living here for a while. I do want to space out each child and not so closely in age."

The pale blue eyes blinked, "I thought you'd be planning to speed all the time by having the next one ready to go and kick me out."

The emerald eyes rolled, "No. So, chocolate craving?"

Draco glanced away and understood that Harry was actually curious about craving. It wasn't a big deal, but he noticed that Harry was trying to care enough to be involved of his health state of being.

"Erm, actually, chocolate covered chips kind of craving."

Harry tilted his head and found himself surprised to hear an odd craving.

"Here I thought chocolate covered pickles sounded awful." Harry chuckled lightly.

Malfoy shook his head, "No…more likely to make me puke, Potter. I'd like my food to be in my stomach, not out of it."

Harry nodded along and went into the cupboard. He grabbed a bag of chips and handed it over to the carrier. Draco provided a small smile and helped himself to his personal cravings. Somehow, Harry decided it wasn't a regret to have Malfoy to be the one carrying his baby. It was oddly comforting for a change.