Severus was extremely angry; he and the other guards had been searching the forest for weeks and not a trace of anyone.
"Maybe he changed his plans," said Vincent scratching his head.
"Like saying that to make us search, while he went the other way," finished Gregory.
Severus merely glared at the two men, but they did have a point Draconis wasn't a Malfoy for nothing; he was trained to think clever.
Kicking the horse into a run he began down the road to the lords lands, shivering as he got closer he decided to turn back. Draconis would never go there, he hated the man with a passion, and Voldemort wanted Draconis for the title of king, and as an added bonus his body to bear as many as heirs as it took to kill the young princess.
Sighing deeply he knew Voldemort didn't have the princess of the kingdom would have heard by now, "dragon where could you be?" looking to the sky he took in a breath of humid air. It was approaching mid-day now and he knew they had to rest, ordering the two guards to set camp he left himself armed with nothing but a dagger, sword and bow to hunt, venturing deep in the forest to fetch some food.
Draco yelled loudly as the two cubs that had grown far too quickly for the maternal boy, lept on him playfully and licked his face, "ok, ok, I'll give you the rest, stop," the two half grown wolves pulled back at Draco stern command and tilted their heads eagerly at the half eaten sandwich their 'mother' was holding high in the air.
"Here you go you greedy gluts," grumbled Draco tossing the sandwich to them and they gobbled it up swiftly, "I don't know how you both can be so hungry, I fed you half hour ago."
Groaning loudly Draco stood and ran back to the house, the wolves on his heels, he didn't make it and ended up depositing the other half of the sandwich behind some bushes, leaning against a tree away from the messy he had just created, he slid down it his head in his hands as he thought of what was wrong with him, another wave of nausea hit him and he threw up next to his sitting place.
Harry rushed over to Draco, lately he had been quite ill, and scooping Draco into his arms he asked him what was wrong.
"I'm dizzy love, my stomach won't stop spinning," explained Draco as dry gags shook his tiny frame, Harry worriedly picked him up and took him back to the house, making him lie down on their bed and drink a cup of tea "thank you."
"I'm really worried about you Angel, has this ever happened before?" asked Harry truly concerned for his fiancé.
Draco shook his head, "I can't recall doing any…Harry can you look in that drawer?"
"Sure," replied Harry obviously confused, but immediately knew what was wrong with his Angel when he saw the blue potion untouched in the drawer.
"Is it there?" asked Draco shaking with fear.
"Yes…" replied Harry thinking deeply, Draco was pregnant…his Angel was pregnant, he was going to be a daddy "I'm going to be a daddy," Harry was so happy and the gleam in his eye so great Draco felt as though he should hide his fears and be happy. He was with the man he loved more then anything he had ever known, and now engaged and to be having his baby in nine months.
Smiling brightly, as Harry picked him up into his strong, tanned arms and spun him around, Draco scolded him lightly, saying he was still feeling a bit woozy, but Harry still held him, smile never leaving as he told Draco over and over again how much he loved him and how happy he was to be starting a family.
"What do you think we should name him or her?" asked Harry still grinning happily.
"Huh? Sorry," replied Draco trying his hardest to be pleased with the news, but Harry had been with him every moment for the last few months and felt he knew Draco enough to see what he was feeling.
"What's wrong Angel, aren't you happy?" asked Harry concerned now, and fearful Draco never wanted this.
"No, no, don't get me wrong love, I am very happy but…" started Draco "but I thought I would be married before I…" Draco was so strongly overcome be tears he could no longer speak.
"Then we'll go as soon as were packed, if that's what you want," smiled Harry "we'll be husbands before we had planed, and then a family."
"I couldn't ask that of you," sighed Draco "this is your home, I don't want you to leave it," so many mixed emotions were going through his head, he had always known that he wanted to be married before children, but he was safe here. It was almost Prince Harold's seventeenth birthday and he knew his father would send everyone to search for him…it was just too dangerous.
"I'll be strong my love," assured Draco "we'll so in the fall just like we planned, after all I'm in no condition to travel that far. I love you, and I can wait, because in my heart were already bound in soul, body and love."
"I couldn't have said it better," grinned Harry, "this calls for celebration."
"And just what do you plan to do?" smiled Draco as Harry rose from the bed.
"Well for one thing your going to rest Angel, and I'm going hunting, I'll leave Lunte here just in case. Storm come on boy, were going hunting," Harry gave Draco a kiss before leaving, while Draco fell sleepily back against the pillows, thinking Harry's idea of a nap sounding quite pleasant indeed.
Harry and Storm ran skilfully through the trees, in search of certain bird. Wild pheasants lived in the forest and Harry knew just how much Draco loved them, and he was forever certain that he would do everything in his power to provide for his Angel and the unborn children they would one day have together.
Turning his attention back to his task he smirked when he saw Storm dart way, ready to herd the prey towards Harry so he could take it down.
Harry lowered himself to the brush, waiting for the pounce, he could hear Storms backs and growls, and then a rustling in the bushes, raising his sword he stopped seconds from his preys neck…it wasn't an animal in front of him it was a man… one he reconiginzed, and boy was he in trouble now.