A/N: See? I wasn't lying! Here is Chapter 8! Warning, I have inserted another diabetes moment into the story with this chapter. If you cannot handle the sweetness, don't read!

Chapter 8

Ron's mouth started to drop open slowly as the seconds passed. Draco tried to read Hermione's expression, but her poker face was firmly in place. Harry wrapped his arm around Draco's shoulders.

Hermione was the first to break the silence. "Well, then. Didn't see that one coming."

Draco relaxed a bit. His heart rate returned to normal.

Ron looked at his wife. "You've heard of this before?"

She shrugged. "It's vaguely mentioned in a few maternity books. I first heard of it when I was expecting Alyx and Gracy."

"And you didn't think it was interesting enough to tell us about?"

"I didn't think it was important enough at the time."

"What did the book say?" asked Harry.

"Just that it was possible, but rare."

Draco sighed. "That's all the doctor had to say, too."

Ron's look of surprise started to turn into a grimace.

"Ronald, dear, what's wrong?"

He shuddered. "I was about to ask how this happened, but then I received a very unwelcome mental picture."

Draco smirked. Silence filled the room once more. It was Ron who broke it this time.

"I don't get it."

Hermione looked at him. "What part don't you get?"

Ron pointed at Draco. "He's a man."

Harry rolled his eyes. "No really?"

"Well, where is it supposed to grow? How is it supposed to come out?"

Draco shrugged. "Don't know yet. I'll have to ask."

Ron turned to Hermione. "You could ask your doctor."

"Ron, I go to a muggle OB/GYN. If I just call him up and say, 'Hey, my male friend is pregnant and he has a few questions', that's a sure way to get a one way ticket to the loony bin."

Ron scoffed. "Why would they send you to Luna's house?"

Both Draco and Harry had to try their best to not laugh as Hermione smacked her husband's arm. "Ronald!"

Ron looked at his arm and watched a red hand-shaped welt form. "Ow!"

Hermione looked satisfied. She turned back to the two men sitting on her couch. "So," she smiled. "How are you feeling Draco?"

"Uh, fine, actually."

"No morning sickness?"

Draco's hand moved to his stomach. "No, not really."

Hermione uncrossed her legs and started rocking back and forth. "Lucky. For the first few months of both my pregnancies I don't think there was a moment when I wasn't sitting in front of a toilet. How far along are you, anyway?"

"About three months."

Ron and Harry exchanged a look, and then stood up. "We'll let you two talk," said Harry.

Ron headed towards the stairs. "Let's go check on the kids. They're being unusually quiet. Alyx and Gracy should have started arguing by now."

When they reached the boys' room, they found little Rupert sacked out on the floor with his thumb in his mouth. Gracy and Alyx were quietly building with the blocks beside him. Gracy looked up and made a shushing gesture towards Ron and Harry. Ron nodded in understanding and gently scooped up his youngest son. He tucked him into bed and ruffled his red hair.

Harry was leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets. He was watching intently; he could learn something.

Ron sat down in between the twins. "How's it comin'?" he whispered.

"Good," Gracy whispered back. "We're almost finished.

Harry sat on the other side of the small construction site. He pointed to a tall structure in the middle. "What's this?"

"Gryffindor Tower," replied Alyx in a hushed voice. "We wanna be in the same house as Mommy and Daddy," he added.

"You know, I was in Gryffindor too."

Gracy's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yup."

"What house was Uncle Draco in?"

Harry hesitated. It was no secret that she completely adored the blonde haired man., and he didn't want her to think badly of him, but he didn't want to lie to her either.

"He was in Slytherin, sweetheart," said Ron as he smoothed down her hair.

Gracy looked puzzled. "But, Daddy, I thought you said only bad people were in Slytherin."

Harry glared at Ron and took the block Alyx handed to him. He placed it in a random spot and turned a softer gaze towards the little girl. "A lot of Slytherins were bad, but not all of them."

She didn't look satisfied.

"Do you want to see Draco, honey?" asked Ron. Gracy nodded and wiped her nose on her sleeve. Ron grabbed her tiny hand and got to his feet. "Let's go then."

"I'll stay here," Harry told Ron. "Alyx can't possibly finish this all by himself."

Alyx beamed and dumped ten blocks into Harry's lap. "It's not big enough."

Harry took a few seconds to look at what the twins had built. It covered a good portion of the floor in front of Alyx's bed. "How?"

Alyx sprung to his feet. "We gotta make it taller, silly!"

Harry pretended to smack himself in the forehead. "Duh. How could I make such an obvious mistake?"

Alyx giggled and continued working with Uncle Harry at his side.

Downstairs, Draco and Hermione were still discussing baby things. They had talked about different baby names and she had given him a ton of advice along with her books. "I don't expect to be having another one," she had told him. They were making a list of questions for Draco's doctor when Ron came in with a sniffling Gracy. He walked her over to Draco, who scooped her up immediately. "Gracy, what's the matter?"

Hermione gave Ron a look of concern. Ron simply shook his head and pointed to the kitchen. Hermione understood and followed her husband.

Draco placed Gracy next to him on the couch. "Okay, kiddo. It's just you and me. What's wrong?"

Gracy looked down at her hands on her lap. "Uncle Draco, are you bad?"

His eyes widened in surprise. "Of course not. Why would you ask that?"

"Daddy said that you were in Slytherin and that bad-" she paused to wipe her nose. "—only bad people were Slytherins."

Draco clenched his fist on top of the back of the couch. He tried to keep his temper under control. "Oh really?"

Gracy nodded. "But Uncle Harry said you were good."

Draco stroked her vivid red hair. He was amazed at how much this simple action calmed him. "What do you think I am?"

Gracy looked up at him with round, watery, muddy-brown eyes. "I believe Uncle Harry."

Draco kissed the top of her head. "Then that's how you feel. Don't let anyone tell you different."

Gracy climbed onto Draco's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. "I love you, Uncle Draco."

Draco smiled and cradled her in his arms. "I love you too, munchkin." It was then he realized he was glad to be in the Weasley house after all.

A/N: Please review! Will try to get my next chapter posted by today. After that, though, I have to actually write, because I haven't really written anything new in a month. These three chapters had been written two months ago, they just weren't posted. Please review! BABY NAMES!