A/N: I know I'm on the point of nagging, but PLEASE REVIEW! (I don't mean to yell)

Chapter 3

"Wait, what?" Harry's face was frozen in shock for a moment or two.

Draco sat back up, rubbing the middle of his forehead. "Ow." Harry looked at him expectantly. "What?"

"Care to elaborate?"

"What do you mean?"

"How did this happen?"

"Well," said Draco. "You see…"

Harry shook his head. "No, Draco. That's not what I meant. How is it possible?"

"Now that," said Draco while pointing a finger at Harry. "is an excellent question."

Harry looked highly irritated. "And?"

Draco leaned back in his chair and rested his hands on the table; twiddling his thumbs. "Unfortunately, I don't know the answer."

"Didn't you ask?" Harry said harshly.

Draco couldn't believe it. Why is he angry with me? "Of course I did! He gave the same answer I gave you. They know it's possible, but it's so rare that scientists aren't willing to do any research on the subject." Harry didn't look satisfied, so Draco kept going. "And why do you look as if you're ready to kill something?"

"I never thought this would happen. I wish this is something we could have discussed before hand." He refused to look Draco in the eye.

"Are you mad at me?" Draco asked, afraid of the answer.

Harry stood up and his hands balled into fists at his sides. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I just need some time to think."

"How much time?" Draco looked at Harry. He hated seeing him like this.

Harry opened his eyes and looked at Draco. Although his gaze was cold, Draco could detect a hint of remorse. "I don't know."

Draco was left alone in the kitchen. He heard the door shut upstairs; a clear sign that he was not invited to join. He walked slowly into the living room and plopped onto the couch. He grabbed the remote and started flipping randomly through the channels. He wasn't looking for anything in particular; Draco just needed to focus on something else. He settled on a documentary about the Salem Witch Trials in Massachusetts. "Stupid muggles," he muttered out loud. After about 20 minutes, Draco's mind started to refocus on Harry. What's his problem, anyway? It's not like he has to go through all of this alone. For Merlin's sake, I'm the one carrying the child! He shuddered. He never thought he would have to use those words. It was beyond weird. Draco felt something wet slide down his cheek and he quickly wiped it away. Damn hormones. He flipped through the channels some more. The documentary was getting more boring every minute. Sadly, that was the most interesting thing on. Draco turned the T.V. off and laid down on the couch. He stared at the black screen. A lump in the cushion started to irritate his side. I guess it's time to replace this old thing. This is terrible! He moved around so that his head was on the other armrest and the annoying lump was at his feet. How could Harry stand it? Damn. I was trying to keep my brain away from that subject. Draco's eyes started to water. He'll come around. I'm sure of it. His eyes roamed the room and landed on a picture of him and Harry. Hermione had taken it during the party last year and insisted it be developed the muggle way. But what if I'm wrong and he doesn't come around? What if he wants me to get rid of our child? He curled his long slender arms around his abdomen. No, I won't let that happen to you little one. Even if he doesn't want you, I will be there.