Yay. I have the entire basic plan to this, so this story should be finished within the year. Whoohoo! And sort of no. I like this story, I'm very proud of it.

Baby Potter now has a name! Thank you everyone who voted. I really appreciate you taking the time to do so. I personally, believe the name is adorable.

Chapter Eight – Just Temptation

Harry Potter was a wicked man. An indescribably cruel man. Created by Lucifer to pull Draco down to the deep, dark depths of iniquity.

Ok, maybe it was too late to do that, but Potter was merely proving that he was the bane of Draco's existence by moaning like a whore over a bloody dessert! The sinful little moans of delight he was sure Potter didn't even know he was making or was so cruel he was doing them on purpose, were enough to break the resolve of the most strongest man when coming from that delectable, not so innocent mouth. It definitely had Draco's trousers beginning to feel a little bit uncomfortable.

Draco had never been a real jealous man. Being an only child and the heir to the Malfoy fortune he had never really been denied anything. But now Potter was practically throwing sex at his face (again) so he was perfectly able to feel that. Easy to decipher what it was as well. The fact he was jealous over a spoon was embarrassing though.

Not like he wanted Potter like that anymore. Definitely not. The spoon could have him.

"So, I guessed you are over your morning...stuff, right?" he asked, to cut the silence and make Potter stop eating already before he did something stupid again (like try to have sex on the table again. He was sure Potter wouldn't mind. Pregnant people were hornier anyway. Though he was sure he wouldn't want to do it in a public venue).

Harry frowned, licking his lips once more before dropping the spoon into the bowl, much to Draco's relief. "Sickness?". He scratched the back of his head. "Umm, yeah. I got over it a couple of weeks ago. Which is really good, because I was losing loads of weight instead of gaining it which is what I thought you were meant to do in a pregnancy" he babbled. "Plus, it was all day. Why call it morning sickness when it happens all the time, right?" he added, with a nervous laugh.

"I guess" Draco replied with a shrug.

"Plus, I can eat again...obviously" Harry added, and the excruciating uncomfortable silence came back.

"So...Do you have cravings?"

"Actually, yeah" Harry said, rubbing the back of his neck and looking embarrassed. "It was little stuff at first. Like I wanted Honeyduke's chocolate at three in the morning. But then they got weird and I started eating chocolate and sardines together"

"I am never going near you whenever you eat that stuff" he stated, firmly and Harry rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"Trust me, you don't have to. It's embarrassing enough to think or talk about it, I'm not going to let people watch me eat that stuff". He ran the spoon around the edge of his empty dessert bowl, looking quite upset when he realised it was actually empty.

It had been over a week since he had told Draco about the baby. They had talked so many times since then and decided; they would raise the baby together. What their relationship actually entailed they didn't go into much detail with. Draco thought it would be best for Harry to raise the baby mainly and for Draco to help as much as he could and visit and contribute as much as he could. Though it wasn't Harry's ideal plan when two parents were definitely involved now, it was the best he expected to get from Malfoy. He didn't want to be in the relationship with the blond.

Though he had one cardinal rule the blond had to obey.

"Harry, call me Harry. I'm carrying your kid; it's like a rule or something"

"You don't want me to be your birthing partner, do you?"

Harry couldn't help but remember Luna's vision at Draco's question and tried to ignore the shocked look on his face, which definitely didn't cause a slight twinge of hurt in his chest. Luna had said how a man was with him. Had held his hand as he gave birth to his son and that the man comforted him and Luna could see the love between the three of them.

So he construed it definitely wasn't Malfoy in the vision.

"Do you want to be there when I give birth?" he asked instead. "'Cause I'm not looking forward to it, and according to Ron, it was horrifying for him and he wasn't giving birth and it was a female labour. Apparently, male is worse because we aren't meant to do that stuff...actually, I kind of want to not think about it until the last month or two before" he added, with a determined shake of the head.

"Ok. Good. Let me know when you decide" Draco said, leaning back in the chair, looking slightly relieved.

Jackass.

Harry glanced to his watch. "The appointment's in ten minutes. We should go now"

Seeing as pregnant witches and wizards were not allowed to Apparate (there was always concerns it could cause serious complications with the pregnancy and hurt the baby), they had decided to meet at a local Muggle cafe an hour before the appointment so they could have lunch and talk. Harry made a mental note to go back there, as they left the money on the table and walked through the door into the cold March weather.

They had really good desserts.

And, hey. If it made Malfoy that uncomfortable, he will definitely make more purchases.

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Draco couldn't help it. He knew he shouldn't but he couldn't stop himself from staring.

He never really saw pregnant women. Or men. Most pureblood families used Glamours on the pregnant women or they hid away for most of their pregnancies because 'it was undignified to be seen in such an intimate condition', and Draco couldn't help but agree.

Pregnancy did seem intimate.

And so foreign he couldn't help but stare at the exposed expanse of Po-Harry's stomach.

The taut abs he had felt when he had stroked the man's stomach all those months ago when they first had sex, were gone. Harry's abdomen had now stretched about two inches above his stomach and had begun to rounden. Knowing his son was inside there, that he had created something so intimate with Harry, he couldn't help but feel proud.

"Can you feel it moving yet?" he blurted out, and he felt his cheeks burn as Harry and Nate both looked up at him, in surprise.

"Uh..." Harry murmured.

"It's still too early to feel anything" Nate explained, helpfully. "You should start feeling some fluttering in about a month or so. Eventually, you will feel kicks. Sometimes you can feel the baby's entire foot"

"As long as he doesn't kick anything important" Harry muttered, under his breath, though Nate heard and laughed, nodding as he made notes on his form that was tucked into Harry's ever growing file.

Yeah, Draco was definitely jealous. "So you're nice to Nate about all these bad things with you, but you're a prick to me?" Draco couldn't help but ask the brunet, who glared at him.

"He didn't do this to me! Plus, he has the drugs to make it all better!"

Draco rolled his eyes at the lack of a proper answer as the door opened and a Trainee Healer poked her head around the door.

"Mr Lipton? You're needed in reception"

Nate sighed, while Draco scowled at the nurse. Didn't she realise that he was obviously busy with a patient? That he was caring for the well-being of a future Malfoy? Nate looked to Harry with a sympathetic look. "I'll be back in a moment, ok?"

Harry nodded in understanding, managing a small smile though Draco could see the annoyance in his eyes. "It's fine. Hi, Katie" he added in an afterthought, giving the Healer a small wave. Her heart shaped face lit up and she beamed and waved back as Nate left the room, her following. "She's his assistant" he explained to Draco. "So she'll probably be here when I give birth. You know, to help out"

Draco prayed Nate got back quickly. There was still too much awkwardness between him and Harry, plus the fact they sniped at each other every two minutes, that they rarely wished to be left on their own for too long.

The appointment was nothing if not slightly uncomfortable for both of them. First, Harry had to strip into a gown. Nate had left the room and Draco was told to turn around for him to be able to do so. But...well, he was only human. You can't blame him for taking a peak when Harry thought he wasn't looking. Then he had to lay back on this cold metal table with only a small pillow at the small of his back, a towel around his hips and the gown pulled up to reveal his bump.

Nate had come back and then it became very uncomfortable when the invasive exam had to happen. It was obviously painful to Harry, though he kept on a brave face as much as he could. Though when a little trickle of blood ran onto the table and Nate's hands, Draco respected the man greatly. Unless sex was involved, he wouldn't want metal objects shoved inside of him and wiggled around.

Then spells were cast over Harry's bump to check other things, and to count the heartbeats. Harry's face had lit up in awe at the whooshing sound. Though he had heard it before. Draco hadn't.

Somehow, the heartbeat made it seem so real. The mood-swings, the cravings and the bumps. It was all there but it never truly occurred to Draco that he was going to be a father. The heartbeat confirmed everything.

Draco was torn between running out of the room and never looking back and he had only just stopped himself from leaning his head on Harry's stomach to see if he could hear the heartbeat through all the skin and muscle, and the womb itself.

But, please. He wasn't that gay.

"There are still things to discuss about all this, you know" Draco blurted out; the icy silence between the two was actually beginning to kill him.

"Like what?" Harry inquired, with a frown, sitting up straight, fiddling with the towel so it covered him properly.

"Like his name. Is he having my name or yours?" Draco asked, hoping it was his. It didn't particularly matter. If the baby was considered his heir (if the family accepted him), he would gain both titles of Head of the Potter, and through that the Black, as well as the Malfoy family. So he could have either name. Though Draco couldn't deny that he hoped the baby had his name. Though Potter was so bloody independent, he would want the baby to have his name.

"Well, to be honest, I wasn't planning on telling you-"

"Yeah, I got that" Draco snapped, without thinking.

Harry glared at him. "Anyway, I was going to give him my name, but I suppose we could hyphen it if you want to. Like Malfoy-Potter or Potter-Malfoy" he suggested, with a shrug and the quirk of an eyebrow.

"I suppose it will have to do..." Draco relented. It worked. They both got their way with either one of those names. "So, what about his first name?"

"Personally? Haven't given it any thought. Hermione said that when she saw Rosie, she just knew she was a Rosie and she tested a few names and picked the one Rosie responded to the most and positively. I was kinda hoping it would feel the same to me" he added, flushing with slight embarrassment, as Draco's eyebrows rose higher and higher with each word that slipped out of the brunet's mouth.

"Are honestly going to rely on what you feel after you give birth? Who knows what you feel after that? You'll probably call it Merlin, or God in your drug induced haze. Or how your baby, what? Giggles at it?"

"Fine...James"

"James?"

"After my father"

"...that is...acceptable" Draco said, after mulling over the name in his head. It wasn't that bad, he supposed. But his tone made Harry roll his eyes.

"Fine, oh powerful namer. What did you consider?" he snapped.

"It's a Malfoy tradition to-"

"Jesus Christ" Harry muttered, his head dropping into his hand.

"Fine...I put in Scorpius" Draco offered.

"Scorpius?" Harry looked up at him, shock clear on his face.

"It is a family name. Like James is to you I'm sure" Draco couldn't help hsi superior smirk that flittered across his face at the flicker of dread that appeared on Harry's face.

"Oh god"

"So I believe Scorpius is on the table?"

"Fine. Umm...how about Jacob?"

"Eh..." Draco said with a roll of his shoulders.

Harry groaned in frustration. "Fine! Let's just leave the names for now, ok?" he stopped as Nate entered the room again.

"Good to see you two aren't killing each other" he joked.

Yet, Harry thought, glaring at the blond, as the blond glared at Nate, who was laughing.

"I can't believe we've only been doing this for a week, and already I am sick of you! I'm the one pregnant here, cut me some fucking slack!" Harry hissed at the blond, low enough that Nate couldn't hear him as he passed Harry his clothes so he could get re-dressed.

Draco sighed. This was going to be much harder than he thought.

Not much happened here. Some little Drarry development I believe. Sorry it's a little chapter. But it was a quick update (two weeks, a record I think!) so you can't deny that.

Words: 2239

Date: 16/05/10