I did this chapter in basically one day. The fact its school break and the fact I may have possibly sprained my foot so I have a reason not to leave my room and laptop, really helps you write this stuff. I've uploaded like five things in the past few days, and I've updated this two weeks after the last chapter. See? Making up for that four month break I left.

Chapter Nine – Just A New Start

"Bungalow. Two bedrooms. One bathroom – ah, it's really far from work, never mind..." Harry sighed and crossed it out, while Draco rolled his eyes from where he was filling up the sink with the dirty dishes from their lunch.

Harry had had enough of Grimmauld Place. It was too dark, too intricate and really far too dangerous to raise a child in. So, he had decided to look for another house, or even an apartment, to raise his child in. Harry had ignored Draco's opinion on the matter the blond deemed 'stupid'; why buy a house when he had a perfectly good one at hand? It would be Harry's house so really, the blond could shove his thoughts and ideas up his arse.

The fact that he was looking for houses at Draco's flat after they had just had lunch together wasn't Harry's way of asking the blond to give his opinion on the matter because Harry had no idea what to look for in a house. Not at all.

"This area has really good schooling, apparently. It would come in handy with the kid" Harry said, pointing to a small house about ten minutes from Draco's flat.

"Muggle schooling?" Draco cried, almost dropping the plate. "Has pregnancy destroyed your small amount of brain cells, Potter?" he asked, throwing down the cloth to look at the newspaper Harry was now fawning over.

"Well, there isn't a magical equivalent to primary school is there? Anyway, it won't be that bad" Harry said.

"Hello?" Draco pressed, looking at him like he was an idiot. "He's going to have two dads. He's going to get the crap kicked out of him daily. You got the crap kicked out of you and you had no parents whatsoever. Kids are brutal at that age" he explained.

"Kids that young won't understand that he has two dads. So they would leave him alone" Harry said, obviously determined not to lose the argument.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Not if their parents are homophobic asses. Or they have older siblings who are" he pressed, grabbing Harry's pen and crossing out the house he had just been looking at.

Harry snatched the pen back. "We'll talk about this later. This looks like a nice place. Listen-"

"Kid's going to be confused enough, asking me 'daddy, why doesn't mummy have breasts like everyone else's mum?'" Draco continued, ignoring the brunet, who practically bristled when he was speaking.

"He won't be asking that, 'cause I'm not going to be fucking mummy"

"You know, saying it like that, it sounds like you are actually fucking mu-"

"I will be Daddy or Papa, or whatever! I'm still a bloke. I can just have children. You would do best to remember that, Malfoy!" Harry snapped, but he lost his threatening edge as he was waving a pen at Draco and not the wand that had loads of wizards wetting themselves at just the thought of it being aimed towards them.

"Draco, Harry, Draco. You're carrying my baby; it's like a rule or something"

Draco was sure that Harry was about to snap that pen in his anger and embarrassment by hearing his very own words from just three weeks ago (was it really only that long that he had known he was going to be a father? It seemed so much longer) were repeated to him.

Draco whistled a tune under his breath, sounding eerily like 'Weasley Is Our King', as he washed the dishes with a wave o his wand, knowing the brunet was giving him that hateful glare he knew all too well.

"One of these days Malfoy...one of these days" he heard from behind him followed by the sound of a stab to paper.

"You're gonna finally put out?"

"Could you please think with your head and not with your dick?"

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"Harry, this place is so nice!" Hermione cried, as she put another box in the corner of his new room. "Do you want me to unpack for you?" she offered, opening the box she just carried in without waiting for an answer.

"Hermione, I'm pregnant, not terminal. I can unpack boxes. I packed them. Anything too heavy, I can use magic to move. Or make Draco do it" he said with a shrug, placing the bed linen in the cupboard next to his bed which Hermione had already made for him with the wave of her wand.

He had finally found the perfect house after just two weeks looking; he considered himself quite lucky on that fact.. A small, two bed roomed place with a reasonably sized garden for a kid in a small wizarding residential area just beyond Diagon Alley. Draco had won the fact it was in a wizarding area. He was right; they would be more open to a gay couple with a kid than Muggles would; at least, he would be able to explain why his son looked like him and Draco. If he was with Muggles he would have to make up stuff about a surrogate mother. Plus, when it got to the later stages of his pregnancy, he wouldn't need to use glamours, like he would have to in a Muggle area.

Grimmauld Place was still his property but he had closed it off unless he ever needed it. Kreacher had been sent to Hogwarts to work; he thought the company of his fellow House Elves would do him good; it had when Harry had gone to the school.

"When are you going to start fixing up the nursery?" Hermione asked.

"Umm, not for a few more weeks. I mean, I'm only just five months" Harry explained, looking down at his bump that was stretching the bottom of his t-shirt. "The baby isn't coming for another four, so it's something I don't want to worry about just yet"

"Well, let me know if you want any help doing it" she said, with a smile. "I know this little baby shop. For like cradles, bassinets, clothes and all that. It's a little Muggle one not that far from my parents old house. I think I bought half of Rosie's stuff from there"

Harry gave a grateful smile back. "Thanks, Hermione. I really appreciate all that you guys are doing"

The door opened and Draco walked in, Levitating Harry's dresser to the left hand side of the room. "This place good?" he asked, his voice curt. Harry blinked at the sudden hostility in his voice, but nodded. Hermione frowned at the blond, before excusing herself, leaving the two alone.

"What's wrong with you?" Harry demanded, the second he knew the curly-haired witch was out of earshot. "I thought you were going to try and get along with-"

"Don't make loads of plans for my kid without me" Draco spat, flinching as he realised he had said that out loud. He was angry. No, he was pissed. He thought having a baby with someone meant you had a baby with that person, not go to your friends about stuff that the father should be doing, be it stuff like the nursery or stupid things like the baby's clothes, and he told Harry exactly that while he just stood there staring at him, his eyes wide with shock.

"Draco, it's just the nursery. Hermione's had a baby. She knows what it's about. She knows all the basic necessities we would need for him". He had him there. Granger did know more about it than they did, but that was beside the point.

"Yeah, well..." he murmured, knowing he had lost the argument entirely, and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"Draco?" Harry asked, taking a step towards him and placing a hand on his shoulder. Draco shook the hand off, refusing to meet the green eyed males gaze.

"I've got to get the last box, Harry, before Weasley breaks it, don't worry". He moved quicker out of the room than Harry had ever seen him move, leaving the brunet in the middle of the room, trying to decipher his hurt from his confusion.

"Aw, sweet". Harry glared at Luna who was smiling from the door to the bathroom. She gave him a pointed look. "Draco's jealous of all the attention the others are giving you and the fact that you are ignoring his views on your son. I mean, you moved to this area, but you haven't really given him anything to do to help with the baby. Plus, it's cute how he wants to be involved with the two of you" yeah, Harry decided he definitely didn't like that look on her face.

"Don't you dare start getting any ideas, Luna. He's my arch...nemesis or whatever and the father of my baby. That's it. That's all. He won't ever be anything more"

"Course he is, Harry. He's just that" Hermione put her two galleons in as she walked past him carrying yet another box (he was sure they were just giving him more stuff; he definitely didn't pack these many boxes or own this much stuff) and wandering over to the bathroom, passing Luna and the two of them shared a look before entering the room.

"I'm pregnant, why are you all ganging up on me? I have been involving Draco" he exclaimed following the two women into the bathroom. Hermione placed the box on the edge of the bathtub and Harry sat beside her on the toilet lid, waiting for answers.

"I'll give you the name and address of the store, Harry, but I won't help you" Hermione explained, kneeling in front of him while Luna sat on the bath edge and began to fiddle around with all the things in the box. He hoped she didn't break anything; his pre-natal potions were in there. "Not unless the two of you are really in trouble and need guidance. Draco will be helping you with your son for the next seventeen years. You should start by involving him now" she held up a hand to stop him as he opened his mouth to argue. "He chose to stay with you, so don't shut him out. He could leave but he wants to be here" she pressed, sternly. "Just remember that, Harry"

Harry pondered her words. He hadn't been shutting Draco out that much, had he? The two of them always had a volatile relationship, it was just easier to act the way they did before; it put much less pressure on them. The only thing that had changed between them was the baby, though that was a very large change within their relationship, he had to admit.

The blond was staying. He was looking after him. Sure, he antagonised him, but he was sure it was the same situation; Draco didn't know how to act to Harry now. He knew how to act to and about the baby but not each other. Draco could've left the second Harry had told him he was pregnant, but he had come to his house a few hours later, wanting to be involved and ready for whatever came their way next. He wanted the blond to be involved and that's what he was trying. Why didn't that seem good enough to him? Why did he continue to push him away but try to pull him closer at the same time?

Well, he guessed it was time for him and Draco to change their ways until he figured out why that was. They were stuck with each other now, after all.

Words: 1922

Date: 01/06/10

It's pretty short and not the best one I've done, but I think next chapter might make up for it, it really moves the plot a bit more and the Drarry action you are all craving, I know. It'll be out in a couple of days, I practically finished that one before I even started this!