A/N: I am so very sorry for the 2 month wait. My summer started off very busy and I couldn't find the time to type and post. Please forgive me! After some badgering (you know who you are) I have decided to get back into gear. Again, so sorry for the wait!

Chapter 7

1 month later:

Draco's eyes flickered open as something poked his shoulder. The first thing he saw was Harry's pleading eyes. "The answer is still no," Draco yawned.

Harry pouted. "Please? I can't take it anymore. A month is too long to wait."

Draco turned onto his other side. He glanced at the clock; it was 2 o'clock in the morning. "Go back to sleep, Harry."

Harry huffed. "Why not?"

Draco rolled onto his back and looked at his husband. "It's awkward."

"How?"

Draco pointed to the slight bump under the sheet he was using as a blanket.

Harry placed his hand on Draco's protruding abdomen and smiled. "I don't think junior would mind. You could be on top again."

Draco slapped Harry's hand away. "Don't touch me and don't call the baby that. That movie freaked me out!"

Harry sighed in defeat. "I guess I'm not going to persuade you."

Draco rolled back onto his side and tightened the sheet around him. "Nope." The bed creaked as Harry got up. Draco knew where the black haired man was going and what he was going to do. "Clean up after yourself this time!" Draco said as Harry locked himself in the bathroom. Draco heard moans of pleasure as he drifted back to sleep.

. . .

That following morning, Draco noticed that Harry was in a very good mood. Draco smirked as Harry started to whistle. "I take it you and your hand hit it off last night?"

Harry threw a smirk back at him. "Say all you want, Draco, but you're not ruining my mood." He grabbed their plates and put them in the sink.

Draco stood up and turned on the hot water to wash the breakfast dishes. "So, what's with the happiness?"

Harry leaned against the counter. "We're going to Ron's, remember?"

Draco squeezed the soapy sponge under the water tighter than was needed. He looked at Harry with a grimace. "Do we have to?"

"Draco! He's my best friend!"

The blonde took a deep breath and started scrubbing one of the plates. "Let me rephrase that: do I have to go?"

Harry took the sudsy plate and rinsed it off. "Of course. They won't believe me if they don't see it for themselves."

Draco stopped making circles on the second plate and looked at Harry with wide silver eyes. "Harry, we can't tell them about this!"

Harry placed the plate, now spotless, onto the drying rack. "They're going to find out sooner or later."

"We can say we adopted it," suggested Draco.

Harry shook his head in disagreement. "The kid would have too many of our traits to be a coincidence."

Draco wrung out the sponge as Harry rinsed the last of the dishes. "It could happen."

"It's not likely, though."

Draco raised an eyebrow and pointed to his stomach. "And this is?"

"Oh, come on, Draco. Hermione would figure it out, anyway. She's too smart."

Draco thought about that fact as he dried his hands. He had to admit that Harry had a point. "Damn mudblood. Too smart for her own good," he mumbled. He flinched as Harry lightly smacked his arm; he was expecting the impact to be a lot harder.

"You know how I feel about that word, Draco!"

"Sorry, sorry. Old habits die hard."

Harry had his arms crossed and was glaring at Draco.

Draco put on his sweet, yet incredibly sexy, face. "You can't stay mad at me forever."

Harry's hard gaze seemed to soften up a bit. "Sure I can," he insisted.

Draco wrapped his arms around his husband's neck and pressed up against him. "How positive are you about that answer?"

Harry was purposefully avoiding eye contact; his arms still crossed. He had no verbal reaction.

Draco pulled Harry's face closer so that their noses were touching. Harry was still unresponsive. Draco pressed his lips lightly against Harry's, whose arms unfolded and wrapped around the seductive blonde's waist. Draco was taken by surprise as Harry deepened the kiss. A small moan escaped Harry's throat as Draco pulled away. "Forgive me?"

Harry sighed. "Jerk."

"What?"

"That wasn't fair, leading me on like that."

Draco chuckled and turned to walk back into the living room.

"You're still going with me," Harry said from behind.

Draco stopped in his tracks and slumped his shoulders. "Damn." He turned. "What if-"

"Nope. Even if you agree to have sex with me here and now, you're still going with me."

Draco sighed and continued walking towards the living room. "Fine."

. . .

Two hours later, they were standing on the Weasley's doorstep. "Are you ready?" asked Harry.

"No," Draco snapped. "I don't even want to be here."

Harry rang the doorbell as if he hadn't heard Draco. "It's been a long time since we were here last."

Draco scoffed. "Five months isn't that long." He could hear footsteps approaching.

Harry sighed. "It is to me. He's my best friend."

"So I've heard." Draco crossed his arms. His mood darkened when a portly red haired man opened the door. There was only one, well actually two, things Draco and Ron had in common; their blood status, and the fact that they were the spitting images of their fathers.

"Harry!" exclaimed Ron. "It's good to see you!" He gave his friend a one armed hug. "Draco," he nodded towards the blonde.

"Ron," Draco said back, using the same gesture.

Ron dragged Harry into the house with Draco reluctantly following from behind. As soon as the door closed, squeals sounded from the top of the stairs. Three children with wild red hair came stumbling down to greet the visitors.

Harry got down on one knee and spread out his arms. "Hey, kids!"

"Uncle Draco!" they exclaimed in unison while running past the raven-haired man. Ron snickered.

Harry shot him a glare. "That stabbed me. That stabbed me deeply." Harry placed a fist over his heart.

Ron shrugged and looked at Draco, who was sitting on the floor and being used as a jungle gym. "I don't know why they like him so much, but if he keeps them occupied…"
Harry stood up and dusted off his jeans. "So, how have you guys been?"

"Fine, fine. Hermione-" Ron was cut off as a high pitched squeak filled the room.

"Okay, you little brat!" Draco was holding little Gracy upside-down by her right ankle. She was laughing hysterically.

"Draco!" Harry turned to Ron. "I'm so sorry."

Draco lowered the 5-year-old to the floor. He pointed a scolding finger at her. "No more hair pulling, got that?"

Gracy giggled. "Yes, Uncle Draco."

Ron patted Harry on the shoulder. "It's alright, mate. He may be a git, but I know he would never intentionally harm the kids."

Harry sighed. Ron was right. He watched his husband wrestle with Gracy's twin brother, Alyx, and 3-year-old Rupert. Gracy was on the sidelines, coaching her brothers. Harry turned back to Ron. "Where's Hermione?"

"Oh, she's working as a secretary in some muggle office."

"Where?"

"I don't know, somewhere in London. Do you want some tea? I just made a fresh pot."

"Sure," Harry followed Ron into the kitchen, leaving Draco with the obnoxious children. "When does she come home?"

Ron looked at his watch. "Well, she'll be home for lunch in about an hour. You can stay until then." He grabbed two teacups from the cupboard.

"Thanks." Harry sat on the barstool by the island in the kitchen.

Ron poured them both steaming cups of tea. "What brings you here, anyway?" He sat next to his friend. "Is everything okay?"

Harry took a sip of tea. He grimaced slightly and reached for the sugar bowl. "Yeah, everything's fine. Great, actually."

Meanwhile, in the living room, Draco was trying to hold Gracy and Alex apart. "See, Gracy? It's not fun when someone yanks on your hair, is it?"

"Meanie!" she yelled towards her brother for the millionth time. Alyx stuck out his tongue in reply.

Draco stood up with Gracy squirming and kicking in his grasp. He flung her over his shoulder and grabbed Alyx like a football. Rupert was quietly playing in the corner, paying no attention. Draco plopped the fighting twins on the couch, using a separating charm to keep them apart. It reminded him a lot of the night Jezz and Raievyin threw punches at each other over who broke the serving platter. Alyx pouted and Gracy's eyes filled with tears. Draco knelt down by the boy. "Alyx, that wasn't very nice, was it?"

"No," he replied in a quiet voice.

"And Gracy, do you think it was nice o pinch Alyx?"

"No," she sobbed.

Draco stood up and crossed his arms. "Now, what do we say?"

"Sorry," they mumbled in unison.

"Good. Now go play with Rupert."

Alyx ran off, but Gracy looked up at Draco and slowly slid off the couch. She wrapped her arms around Draco's legs. "I'm sorry."

Draco reached down and lifted her into his arms. "It's okay," he wiped off her face. "Can you smile for me?" She did, weakly. "That's better." He kissed her cheek and lowered her back down. "Go play." Her red hair flew behind her as she ran to her brothers.

Draco nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Harry's voice behind him. "That was really sweet, Draco."

He blushed. "Just…keeping the kids happy."

Harry walked over to him and wrapped his hand around Draco's waist. "You'll make a great father," he whispered into his ear.

One hour later, Hermione opened the front door. Her eyes widened as she saw the three men sitting on the couch. "Draco? Harry? What are you doing here?"

"Mommy!" squealed Gracy. She ran to Hermione with open arms.

"Hey, sweetie!" She kissed her only daughter's forehead. "Have you been good today so far?"

Gracy gave a quick glance at Draco, hoping he wouldn't betray her.

Ron looked at Draco too, who shook his head slightly to indicate that Hermione didn't need to know. Ron stood up and walked to Hermione. "They've been perfect." He grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her passionately. Gracy and Alyx oo'ed while Harry cleared his throat audibly.

Hermione broke away and placed a hand on Ron's chest. "We have company, dear."

Ron chuckled. "Later, then."

Hermione gave him a stern look. "Not in front of the children, Ronald."

"Sorry." They stood side by side with their arms around each other's waists. Ron motioned towards Harry and Draco. "Apparently, they have some exciting news to share with us."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

Harry took a deep breath. "You should sit down and this is something the kids shouldn't hear right now."

Hermione patted Gracy's head. "Take your brothers upstairs, sweetheart."

"Okay Mommy." She took Rupert's hand and grabbed his bag of building blocks. "Let's go build Hogwarts, Rupert." She looked at Alyx. "You wanna help?"

"Sure," said Alyx. All three went upstairs while Hermione sat in her rocking chair and Ron took his place in his recliner.

Hermione crossed her legs and leaned back. "So, what do you want to tell us?"

Harry glanced at Draco and nudged him. "It's your news. You tell them."

Draco's heartbeat quickened as Ron and Hermione looked at him expectantly. He took a deep breath. Here goes nothing. "I'm pregnant."

A/N: Bwahahahaha! Cliffhanger! Oh well, I'm gonna post the next chapter sometime today, so it's not too bad. Please please please review! Remember, I need BABY NAMES! Boy and girl names please because I'm still indecisive. Thanks in advance!