Harry never brought up the conversation he and Ron had about male pregnancy with Draco. Although he did use the subject to tease Ron from time to time, until Ron caught on and began to tease Harry back, the git. With it all a joke, Ron backed off on the idea that Harry was in love with Draco.

Or rather, Harry had thought he had.

Hermione killed that theory a few days before Harry and Draco's first-year anniversary. They'd made it. A year together without killing each other and Hermione suggested they a throw a party.

'What for?' Harry asked.

'I'd thought you'd enjoy a party for a happier occasion,' Hermione said, with a slight smirk. 'Since you're enjoying your marriage so much more now, treating it like one, and planning for your future together.'

Harry glared at Ron. 'I'm not in love with him, and I was just curious.' After they had sat in silence for moment, Harry asked, 'Should I get him a gift?'

'After a year?' Ron laughed and then shook his head fondly at him. 'Yes, Harry, yes you need to get him a gift.'

'First year is paper,' Hermione added, helpfully.

'Who would want paper as a gift?'

Ron and Hermione shared a look, and then looked at Harry. 'A Healer,' they said in unison.

They were spending far too much time together.

#

'You want to throw an anniversary party?' Draco gave Harry a look that suggested he didn't quite believe it.

Harry smiled as he got into bed next to Draco. 'Is that so surprising?'

'It requires your friends and my family to be in the same room together, again.'

'Maybe that should happen more often.'

Draco raised his eyebrows at that.

'Or, at least, you spending more time with my friends, and I spending more time with your family. My friends are my family and technically, I'm part of yours,' Harry trailed off looking down at the pattern on their comforter.

Taking his hand, Draco pulled his attention back up and then kissed him once Harry turned his way. Harry wondered how long the honeymoon stage was supposed to last. As theirs hadn't begun until they were together close to a year, he hoped that didn't mean they'd fall back into fighting, again.

'I'm sure it will be a disaster,' Draco said, but with a smile that said he didn't mean it. 'Weasley will try to hex me before dessert,' bu then added, 'I think it's a lovely idea.'

'It doesn't have to be anything too big or fancy,' Harry said.

Draco moved to Harry's lap and kissed him.

Harry continued in between kissing Draco. 'I mean we had enough of that at the wedding, and it's not the atmosphere for getting to know people.

'I don't care, Harry,' Draco said with a laugh.

'Oh?'

'I'm just glad you thought of it at all.'

'Well, it was technically Hermione's idea.'

After he had kissed him again, Draco said, 'I meant the part about us being family.'

#

In retrospect, Draco shouldn't have said he didn't care about the arrangement of their anniversary party. He was glad that Harry saw him as family and wanted him to spend more time with him as a couple, as the married couple that they were. However, having that first major event happening at the Burrow at the same time as being surrounded by more of Harry's friends than his own hadn't been what he pictured. They should have invited everyone to their home. It was plenty big enough.

But then Harry smiled at Draco across the room, and all the noise and jeers no longer seemed all that bad.

Although Draco would probably never get on with all the Weasleys, he had to admit they had good opinions in spouses. While chatting with Fleur and Audrey, Harry came up behind Draco and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist. Draco could get used to this version of Harry.

Draco relaxed into his embrace as Harry whispered, 'It's time for presents.'

'If we must.' Draco loved presents, but not so much opening them in front of people. They got through it quickly enough. Draco got Harry a leather bound journal but whispered that his real present would come later. Harry got Draco journals as well. What surprised Draco was that they were the right ones. The ones he used for work. Well, for study, but the study was his work at the moment. St Mungo's filing system was a mess and not something Draco even considered a system. So the journals he used to compile all the notes and medical information for himself during his training, he continued to expand upon when he left the classroom and moved to St Mungo's.

'Are you surprised?' Harry asked. 'You look surprised.'

'I never thought you noticed.'

Harry laughed. 'I watch you work in those things every day. How could I not?'

#

Draco had thought about this off and on since the last time he'd become Daisy. It hurt at first, but Draco wasn't a fool. Harry had only ever thought of dating women, and no one could change their sexual orientation. Many times Draco had thought Harry might not be only interested in women and as much as that was proving to be true, and as much as Harry was coming around to enjoying being with Draco as himself it was silly to pretend he couldn't give Harry something they both knew he wanted.

Even if it meant Draco would irrationally become jealous of himself.

'I wanted to give you something.'

'Didn't you already give me something?' Harry asked with a smile. He sat on the edge of their bed his hand cross in his lap.

'Not just for our anniversary,' Draco said, standing a few feet away from him, inching toward the bed. 'But also to thank you. I know this couldn't have been an easy thing for you, but you tried anyway. Being … affectionate with me isn't required, but it's been … nice. I know you're doing it more for me than for you, so I thought I'd give you something I know you want.'
Draco pulled out a potion and Harry's eye went wide. 'Is that?'

'Yes,' Draco answered and then with shaky hands he opened it and brought it to his mouth.

'You don't have to—'

'I want to.' And if that hadn't been the truth before, it would have been then just looking at the expression on Harry's face. His breathing had already sped up as he watched Draco take the potion.

Harry didn't speak again as he watched Draco transform and then step closer to him. He just kept looking at Draco with his eyes wide and expectant until Draco bridged the gap and kissed him. Harry groaned as their lips parted, and slipped his fingers through Daisy's hair, pulling her to him and back across the bed.

#

Harry woke in the morning curled around Draco, his arm around Draco's waist and his nose in Draco's hair. Trying not to wake him, he shifted slowly up to see what he looked like then. He'd transformed back, but as Harry hadn't read much about male pregnancy he didn't know if that meant anything. He let his hand drift over Draco's stomach as he wondered.

It was stupid. He shook his head at himself.

They were too young and weren't meant to stay together. Plus, Draco hadn't discussed the possibility of them conceiving, so if that'd been what he'd meant to give Harry, then it would have been irresponsible of him not to make it clear.

The sex had been the gift, but it didn't stop Harry from wondering if an accident were possible. If an accident had occurred would Draco still be Daisy or would the only magic that continued to happen be on the inside where no one could see it, where no one could tell right away that anything had changed at all.

Harry lay in the bed still wrapped around Draco as he felt the words there on the tip of his tongue. I love you. He closed his eyes and kissed Draco's temple. If he said them, then he'd lose the bet.

'Harry?' Draco looked at Harry and then down on at the hand on his stomach.

He could feel himself blushing as he pulled back. 'Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.' He hadn't meant to be caught staring at Draco's stomach like it carried all the answers in the universe, either.

'It's fine.' Draco propped his head on his hand and turned to study Harry, who quickly looked away from his scrutiny. He needed to stop blushing. Draco would think he'd gone around the twist. He was just looking at him, not plotting his demise.

To escape the situation, Harry got up and mumbled he needed the loo.

While there he brushed his teeth and then cursed himself because had Draco not thought anything of Harry's hand on his stomach, he probably thought that Harry was disappointed he wasn't still Daisy. They'd already been down that messy road, and Harry wasn't in any hurry to experience it again. Last night had been Draco's idea.

Draco was out of bed stretching still naked when Harry came in. Harry took the opportunity to dispel any thoughts Draco might have had and wrapped his arms around him from behind. He kissed his neck as Draco leaned back into him.

'Morning,' Draco said. 'Mind if I have the first shower?'

'I could join you.'

Turning, Draco studied Harry's face and then said, 'I'd like that.'

#

However unexpected Harry's behaviour had been that morning, Draco was still more surprised by Harry showing up to St Mungo's to take lunch with him. Draco faltered for words as Harry looked at him expectantly.

'I've got another half hour until my lunch,' Draco said as he checked the time.

'Should I leave?'

'No,' Draco said almost grabbing his arm. 'I'm just making rounds now.' Draco nodded toward the glass doors at the end of the hallway.

'I can wait.'

Draco smiled and pulled him along with him. 'You can come with. You'll enjoy this one, I'm sure.'

Harry followed him through the doors his footsteps unsure and stopped once he saw all the children. At St Mungo's there were many group rooms instead of private rooms. The private rooms were for more severe cases or, in cases like Harry, people who would otherwise be harassed. Harry had rarely had a reason to see the vast amount of group rooms that were around. Children grew bored easily, so it almost always worked better to have them together where they could play and entertain each other as long as they weren't contagious. Or they were all contiguous with the same thing.

These children were not contagious. Harry looked at Draco as if he could offer some explanation.

'Accident prone these lot are,' Draco joked and was more address the children, who laughed, than Harry. 'My friend, Harry, has come to visit me for lunch today, and I thought you wouldn't mind the company.'

The ones who could walk came to greet Harry as Draco went to poke at his first bedded patience. Although most of the children smiled and laughed when he came to visit them, this young boy did not. He eyed Harry and then glared at Draco as Draco approached him.

'Is that Harry Potter?' Matthew asked.

'Yes.' Draco held out his hand. 'I'm going to need your—'

'I know the drill.' Matthew dropped his arm into Draco's hand. 'I don't believe he's friends with you.'

Other than his legs regrowing their bones, Matthew was in perfect health. Still, Draco was in training, so they wanted him to practice the vital spells so he could do them in his sleep. Matthew's blood pressure and heart rate were normal until Draco said:

'I don't believe a fall down the stairs shattered the bones in your legs.'

Matthew looked away, and Draco bit his tongue. It wasn't true just for Matthew. He wasn't the only repeat patient in the AP ward. These children weren't at Hogwarts yet, hadn't received their letters, and had a tendency not to have shown a bit of magic yet. Not all of them, of course. It was perfectly normal for children to take risks. As well as for them to trip on their shoelaces and fall down the stairs. All broken or missing bones as well as head injuries were all brought here. But it was enough that Draco more than suspected that these accident prone children hadn't suffered accidents at all. Especially when the parents of said child failed to notice that their shoes didn't have shoelaces.

'I'm not a Squib,' Matthew mumbled and looked away from Draco.

'Of course not.' Draco could tell Matthew didn't believe him, with tears welling in his eyes. 'If you were, you'd be dead by now.'

'Really?' It was the most interest Matthew had ever had in anything Draco had to say.

Draco nodded. 'You're magic is protecting you, even if it isn't always obvious.'

He still didn't smile as Draco moved on to the next bed, but Draco caught him looking back and forth between Harry and himself with interest. He'd make a great Slytherin someday. Draco smiled as he helped Abby with her arm wishing he could say the same for her. If she weren't a Squib, Draco would mark her a Hufflepuff.

'Afternoon, Healer Draco,' she said with a smile.

It was her third visit, but Draco had only been at St Mungo's for her latest one.

'How are you today, my sunshine?'

'Good,' she said, but then admitted, 'tired.'

The potions took a lot out of Squibs as they didn't have their own magic to protect them and help heal them. The potions worked, but simply slower. Abby's arm was a simple break, but they kept her to monitor her head. Draco worried about using potions with her at all as a Squib with a head injury. His mentor was perplexed by his reluctance. He couldn't think of what else they'd use, but Draco was sure Muggles had something. Surly they dealt with head injuries all the time without magic. The thing that bothered Draco was that they knew so little about Squibs. An unspoken acknowledgment that it would take longer to heal, that you might need more potion but nothing long term to study the effects.

Once he finished with the children in the beds, Draco had to break up the group of children talking and laughing with Harry.

Harry looked up as Draco approached him, and Draco tried to nod Harry in the direction of the beds. Harry looked nervously at them but seemed to get the message. Although Draco hadn't thought of it until Matthew asked, it would be real treat for them all to get to meet Harry Potter.

'You never told us you were friends with Harry Potter,' Sarah said, and he walked her back to her bed to check her over.

'Well, you never asked.'

Sarah put a hand on her hip. 'You don't think it should have come up when you were telling us stories about him? Hmmm?'

'Shhh.' Draco put his finger to his lips, teasing her as he saw that she was healing nicely. 'He'll hear you and it'll go to his head, and it's big enough as it is.'

'How long have you been friends?' Sarah asked as they made their way back to the group.

'Why we went to school together. Hogwarts, of course.'

'Were you in the same house?' Edward asked, quickly picking up on the conversation they were having.

'No, Harry was Gryffindor.'

'We know that,' Sarah said, 'everyone knows that! What house were you in?'

'I was in,' Draco paused to be dramatic. 'Slytherin.'

There were shocked gasps and squeals of delight. Not all of them had even heard of Hogwarts nor about the houses yet. Draco hadn't at their ages. Not until he was closer to Matthew and Sarah's age.

'You're too nice to be a Slytherin,' Sarah said.

From across the room where he was sitting with Matthew, Harry barked out a laugh. 'Oh but Draco is a Slytherin. In fact, he's such a Slytherin that the hat didn't even have to touch his head before he was sorted.'

Matthew's eyes met Draco's. 'You're not supposed to tell them about the hat, Harry.'

Harry rolled his eyes, and Draco went back to work. When Draco had finished his check ups, he informed to Harry that he needed to send his notes off but that he'd be back shortly. Even Matthew seemed to be in good spirits by then. Harry might need to come by and visit more often.

#

At the desk, the Medi-witch smiled at Draco as he came her way. He handed over a copy of his notes for her to add to the children's scroll, and arched an eyebrow at her. Not many people smiled at him.

'I've been watching,' she said with a more knowing smile that time and added with a wistful sigh, 'You're so lucky.'

Draco swallowed as fear shot through him. They'd been so obvious that without even touching somehow she knew. Then again, maybe touching wasn't required. Harry had just stopped by to take Draco out to lunch. The witch wasn't accusing them of marriage just not being "friends". Harry did make that obvious enough, even if he acted more like this would be their first date the way he fidgeted about.

It struck Draco then: that it was.

Harry had just stopped by St Mungo's to ask him out on a date. His pulse quickened as he turned back to watch Harry talking with the kids through the glass doors.

'Yeah,' Draco agreed. He was. He was very lucky. For once.

When Harry looked up, their eyes meet, causing his nervous to turn into a warmth to spread through him.

If only it were real.