Summary: A random assortments of scenes that just popped into my head and fit. Draco tells all(sort of), Harry realizes something, Ginny lies, and Draco gets a boyfriend.

Warning: Slash, mpreg, etc.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, ever.

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Draco had never described his experience with Diana to anyone. He wasn't quite sure how to. There were some things that he just couldn't put to words.

He sighed.

"Come sit down," He said, leading the way into the living room and sat on the sofa on the far side, crossing his legs daintily. Harry followed and sat opposite him, cradling Diana to him like a piece of glass. "If I tell you the whole story, will you tell me why you want to know?" He asked, catching Harry's brief attention.

"Just curious," Harry shrugged, surprised he could be so cool about it. He didn't intend for Draco to find out yet, if it all. But he was gonna string it out as long as he could. Draco sighed and stood, crossing to a small shelf in the corner and pulling down two photo albums and a small leather bound book. He set them down on the coffee table and began his tirade.

The words spilled from his lips easily, like opening his mouth with water in it and watching in horror and fascination as it dribbled down his chin and onto his lap. Harry listened intently, inspecting each picture he was shown in great detail, scanning it methodically.

One picture struck him, instilling a strange feeling of accomplishment and admiration for Draco in Harry. The former was standing in a kitchen, clearly unaware that a picture was being taken, sipping a cup of tea and rubbing his back unhappily. It looked to be an early morning in autumn, with golden light spilling through the windows and backlighting his frame perfectly. The bulge of his stomach was painfully obvious, and it drew Harry's eyes at once. At one point, the unknowing picture Draco lifted the back of his slim maternity tee to get better access, and the front of it slid up a little as well.

Harry watched, with amazement, when he saw the impression of a tiny foot pressing out on the exposed skin there, and glanced up at the surprised and discomforted expression on picture Draco's face. Picture Draco chuckled and smiled down at his belly, pulling the shirt up a little more to coo at his stomach in the most ridiculous way. When picture Draco started doing this, the Draco in the room with him promptly turned the page.

The thought of seeing Ginny in such a state made him terribly excited, but the picture also reminded him just how much he'd missed with Diana. He wondered how many mornings, how many sweet moments there could have been... And he realized the terrible ache in his chest was longing. How much he wished he could have been there, could have shared these moments, but only partly for Diana.

He wished he could have been Draco's rock in this, Draco's stability and Draco's dependable strength. An overwhelming wave of sadness washed over him, whacking him furiously in the head and dragging him under, as though he was drowning. His breath hitched, and a singular thought rose in his mind and refused to budge from place...

He still loved Draco.

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Draco looked up when he heard Harry's breath hitch, concern coming over him when he saw the shocked and sad expression on Harry's face.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, tilting his head to catch Harry's gaze. When he did, the emotion there was one he couldn't place.

"Oh... I just- I never realized just how much I missed... That year," He said, and collected himself quickly. "I have to go. I'll see you- soon. Bye," He placed Diana in Draco's arms and abandoned his spot on the sofa. A moment later the door slammed, leaving Draco still sitting on the sofa with surprise on his face.

"Well, I guess he had something important to get to, then, didn't he?" He asked Diana, adjusting her properly in his arms. Something beeped from the kitchen. "Cookies are done!" He exclaimed, springing up and carrying Diana into the kitchen.

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Harry tried to cope with his new realization over the coming weeks. Three, to be exact, and it was Sunday again. Ginny was coming over to see Diana, which made Harry nervous. He hadn't seen her since she'd told him... He wondered if it would be awkward, but he knew he had to discuss it with her.

Ginny, apparently, had other ideas. She brought along several brothers and Hermione with her, which made Harry a slight bit concerned.

Conversation carried easily, despite Harry's heavy mind. Diana was passed from person to person, including Ginny, and became the subject of conversation. Ginny had, of course, told her whole family what Harry had agreed to with Draco. They all harassed him over that decision, somewhat serious, somewhat joking.

"Really Harry, why? What's wrong with this family?" George asked, and every other head in the room leaned forward.

"Well... No offense to you guys, but I know what it's like growing up a surrogate in the family. It'll never be the same as a family for her, because she's not actually part of the family. And what's worse, she's a Malfoy. You all might not do it consciously, but you do treat her differently than other kids in the family. She's much better off with her real family, so she won't feel like an outsider," He wondered if he'd ever used the words family so much in his life.

He'd refrained from saying this thus far, because he'd known it would have touched a nerve. At that point, though, they wouldn't stop asking until he told them, so he got it over with. Every face in the room was surprised, except Hermione's.

"It's true," Hermione said quietly. "That's what it's like. And you do treat her differently. You avoid using her given name, because Malfoy chose it. You avoid holding her for more than about five minutes, because you can start to see the similarities between them at that point. You do, Ronald, don't give me that look," She added fiercely. Ginny stood up, looking vaguely ill.

"I'm going to the bathroom," She said, and left the room. Harry sighed, exasperated, and put Diana in Hermione's arms gently. He went to the bathroom door and knocked on the doorframe gently and simultaneously pushed the door open a little.

"Ginny? Are you alright?" He asked, opening the door a little further and stepping halfway inside. Then he froze in place. "Ginny, what are those?" He asked, staring from the tiny pill bottle to Ginny and back. She looked like a deer in headlights. He stepped all the way into the tiny bathroom and shut the door behind himself. "Why... ? You're not supposed to take pills while you're pregnant, Ginny, it could hurt the baby... " He picked up the bottle before Ginny could, examining the label.

Shocks ran through his system. What? Why did she have this? The cap was off, and a little cup of water sat on the rim of the sink...

"Ginny, why are you taking birth control pills?" He asked, shock becoming fury and hurt. "What the hell is this? Why are you taking this if you're pregnant?" Harry asked, and she paused. He saw her expression, and another conclusion came to mind. "Are you even pregnant? Were you ever?" He asked incredulously, and Ginny opened and closed her mouth silently. He took it as a no.

He stormed out of the bathroom and back into the sitting room, hoping Ginny would stay where she was and leave him alone for a few minutes. Ron, Hermione, George, and Bill looked up upon his entry, and Harry heard Ginny coming after him.

"Harry, you don't know what kind of pressure I was in, you were going to leave me, what was I supposed to do-?" She asked, stepping into the room and looking quite distraught. Harry cut her off.

"Get out," He said, quietly but more frightening to Ginny than yelling would have been. "Get out of my house and never come back. I don't want you around my daughter ever again," Tears welled in Ginny's eyes, and she ran from the room. Harry heard her using the fire in the next room to floo back to the Burrow.

"What the hell, Harry?" Ron asked, staring at him like he'd never seen him before, in disgust. "You just made Ginny cry-" He started, standing up. Harry's anger flared.

"You have a problem with it, leave. I don't need a lecture," He said crossly, and all three Weasley brothers shot him dirty looks and followed their sister home. Ron looked back at Hermione, beckoning to her, but she shook her head. Looking utterly betrayed, Ron left last.

There was a moment of silence.

"What happened?" Hermione asked quietly, and Harry wiped a hand over his face exasperatedly.

"Three weeks ago she told me she was pregnant," He said, and she gasped like Harry'd never heard her before. "I just found her in the bathroom taking birth control pills. She was never pregnant in the first place," Hermione's jaw dropped as low as it could.

"When I get my hands on her-" She began, and Harry took Diana from her lap so she wouldn't be crushed by Hermione's rage. She took a deep breath, though, and calmed herself. "I can't believe she would say that... Make you think that... " She shook her head. "I have to go talk to her. I'll come talk tomorrow, if you like. Bye," She stood and used the fireplace in the room to floo back to the burrow.

Harry sighed.

"Well, it's just you and me, now, huh?" He asked Diana, who made a questioning sound. "Yeah... Let's go see your daddy. I bet he'll like that," He said, smiling at her and heading to get her bag.

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Draco heard the knock on the door, and raised his head slightly.

"Someone's at the door," He said, untangling his limbs from the other man and straightening his clothes. "Sorry," He smiled apologetically, looking down at the figure laying on the sofa in his living room.

"Just don't keep me waiting too long," The man said, and blew a kiss and winked.

Draco opened the door with a smile still on his face, which faltered and then returned full strength when he saw Harry and Diana standing there.

"Oh! Hello, both of you. Something wrong?" He asked, trying to be concerned by Harry's solemn look but not managing to budge his smile.

"Oh, uh, just had a fight with Ginny. I hoped you wouldn't mind if... " Harry looked over Draco's shoulder. Draco turned and beckoned his good friend to him, wrapping an arm around his waist and permitting the arm around his shoulders.

"Oh, sorry, this is Blaise Zabini, Harry. Surely you remember him... ?" Draco said, reaching up his left hand to entwine it with the hand drooping off his shoulder. "We've been seeing each other for a few weeks," He said, and smiled up at Blaise. Harry suddenly remembered when Draco had smiled at him like that, and a little monster in his chest growled.

"Oh. Well... Hello, then," He said, overcoming his monster for the sake of Draco not hating him.

"Blaise, you remember Diana," Draco said, and Blaise nodded.

"She was only six months old the last time I say her, though. She's grown so much," There was a bit of hardness in Blaise's eyes when he glanced up at Harry. Obviously, he had not taken it well when Harry had sued for custody. Harry ignored it.

"Well, I'll talk to you later," Harry directed this comment at Draco, then turned and went back down the steps, feeling a little idiotic. Draco closed the door and shrugged, leading the way back into the living room.

"Where were we... ?" Draco asked, kissing Blaise's hand in his lightly. Blaise smiled gently and Draco, beautiful end serene at last. Blaise had seen how destroyed Draco had been when Diana was taken away, and he hated Harry for it. But now... Draco was as beautiful as ever, and content as possible.

"I think I know... " Blaise teased, kissing Draco softly.

Draco molded his body to Blaise's, leaning into a kiss that was as sweet as he needed. It had been years since he'd been kissed this way...

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Harry set the letter down and sighed. He'd just gotten the news; Hogwarts was ready to be opened up again in the fall. And that meant that he and all the seventh years who'd missed it would be returning to finish school.

He wondered what that meant for Diana, and thought about her over at Draco's. It was his week again; undoubtably Blaise was over with them. Harry wondered if he'd be able to start Auror training again after dropping out to take care of Diana. But a second thought told him it wouldn't be possible, because he still had her every other week.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw something outside the window, and quickly looked over. From here, the kitchen window, he could see the side yard of Draco's home. Though it was January, they were outside. Diana was bundled up tight, but Draco only had a sweater, scarf, and pair of gloves. And there was Blaise, holding Diana in one arm and Draco's hands in the other, attempting to warm them.

Harry wondered if, in a different world, that could have been him warming Draco's hands...

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Draco stood in the doorway of Diana's nursery later that night, watching Blaise blow raspberries on her bare stomach. He leaned against thew door jam, watching Blaise speak to her quietly, telling her a story about a prince of beauty and his boyfriend, a rogue pacifist. He pulled her little footsie pajamas on her, tickling her all the way.

He picked her up and turned towards the crib, catching Draco's eye and smiling at him. He laid her down gently and with great expertise, having had a baby sister in the house three years ago. He smoothed her hair and tucked the corners of the blankets tightly under the mattress, whispering the last part of the story. Draco came up next to him and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder with a little height difficulty.

Blaise finished the story, and they stood and watched her for a moment.

"You're so good with her," Draco whispered in his ear, and Blaise smiled.

"It's hard not to love her. She's beautiful, Draco," He said, nuzzling his head against the top of Draco's. "And she's sweet like you, and she smiles like you, and her nose goes up at the end just so... like yours does. She may look like Potter at first sight, but when you know her and know you like I do... it's quite easy to see she's yours in every way," Draco wondered if anyone had said anything so sweet to him in his life.

"I don't deserve you, you silly, sentimental man," Draco whispered back, breathing deeply. He knew he was far from loving Blaise, but having known him so long, it was easy to skip the really ridiculous phases of dating. And here he was, all the way at the sweet, sentimental phase after only a month of dating.

Odd, how they had gotten together. Draco was gay, he'd always known that. In fourth year, Blaise had come out to him and they'd experimented a little, but agreed that being separate was easier for both of them, but it was never awkward for them. Blaise was his greatest friend, and had been the only one who knew about Diana at first. Although he sometimes found her tiresome, he'd been a teenager and fresh out of the baby year of his sister.

Draco had started hanging out with Blaise again when Diana was taken, having nothing better to do. It helped that Blaise knew about Diana, because now all of Draco's old friends only looked at him in disgust. The last time Draco had seen Pansy, at a dinner party his parents forced him to go to, she'd seen him and given him a look that clearly meant she would never speak to him again. Purebloods were like that sometimes...

But not Blaise. Blaise was different. He'd never supported the Death Eater teachings or Voldemort, though he kept quiet about it. At first, Draco had thought it strange. Then he realized that he, too, did not support Voldemort's ideas. The pressure of his peers had taught him only to see Voldemort, but he outgrew that quickly. And he joined Blaise's boat.

"You're the one who's silly," Blaise teased, smiling and turning to hold Draco in his arms. "Are you tired?" He asked, resting his forehead against Draco's despite being four inches taller than him. Draco nodded slightly.

"You can stay if you want to. I have something you can wear," He said casually, and Blaise smirked.

"Do I have to wear something?" He asked suggestively, mindful to keep it a whisper. Draco's jaw dropped and his smacked Blaise's arm lightly.

"There's a baby in the house!" He exclaimed.

"You're the one who made it dirty," Blaise shrugged. "And technically, she's a toddler," He added, and Draco rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. She's my baby anyway," They both smiled, and Blaise lowered his arms to Draco's waist. Then he bent and grasped his legs at his upper thigh, lifting him into the air. Draco gasped and hit his back, whispering fervently.

"Put me down, put me down!" He whispered, while Blaise chuckled.

"Not a chance, my prince," He said, walking Draco out the door and down the hall to his bedroom, Draco protesting all the way.

He nudged the door open with his foot and slid inside, closing it behind them. He leaned up and silenced Draco with a kiss, delighted when Draco responded enthusiastically. He threw Draco gently onto the bed, climbing up after him and straddling the out of breath blond. He kissed him softly, loving Draco's response to him.

Draco squirmed under him, writhing and moaning into Blaise's mouth. Unfortunately, he could feel the both of them losing control, and he didn't want to traumatize Diana in the next room. He broke for breath, and gently pushed Blaise's shoulders back.

"Don't get too carried away," He panted. "We should get some sleep. It's been a long day," Blaise flopped off him and lay on his back next to him. Draco slid off the bed and fetched a loose pair of pajama pants and a big tee shirt, as well as his own shirt and silk bottoms. "Put these on," Draco threw the clothes at him, gesturing to the adjoined bathroom. Blaise complied, realizing just how tired he really was.

When the door was safely closed, Draco quickly stripped and redressed, shoving his dirty clothes into the hamper just as Blaise came out of the bathroom. The shirt that was loose on Draco was almost tight on him, and the pants almost too short. He didn't seem to mind, though, so Draco didn't mention it.

"Come here," Draco beckoned him, leading the way to the bed and sliding in on his side. Blaise went around and climbed onto the other side. "Goodnight kiss?" He asked hopefully, and Blaise chuckled.

"Of course," He leaned forward and pressed a sweet kiss to Draco's lips, laying an arm over his thin waist and pulling him closer. "Goodnight, my prince," He whispered, closing his eyes and snuggling down.

"Goodnight," Draco smiled, and waited for sleep to take him.

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Author's Note: Just so you know-- The bottle didn't say 'birth control pills'. When he came back from Draco's earlier in the chapter after realizing he loved him, he'd needed a distraction and decided to look up all the muggle prenatal vitamins Ginny might take if she were muggle. He'd come across a list of birth control pills by their actual names, and recognized the name. Ginny wasn't casting a contraceptive charm because she knew Harry would have felt the magical trace on her and didn't want to risk it. I considered making her cheat on Harry, but I didn't... Should I have?

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