Sorry about the wait, my computer crashed and then I got horrific writers block. But I've got the next few chapters nearly finished so the next few updates should be quite quick. I hope so anyway.

Chapter Twelve – Just The Family Malfoy

Draco Malfoy was furious.

He had promised Harry he would be at the appointment. Ok, they weren't finding out anything new; they already knew it was a boy, they heard the heartbeat already and they knew he was healthy, but dammit! He had made a promise to Harry to be there for anything he ever needed concerned with the baby and his fucking family made him break it!

His father had barely spoken two words to him, instead deciding to send him to wait in the drawing room for what seemed like hours while he tried 'to decide what was the best way to deal with Draco's situation with his mothers assistance'.

He really was not looking forward to face his father about the subject of his son. Plus, he knew the bastard wasn't doing anything. He just wanted him to stew for a while.

He had been in the drawing room since past eleven o'clock in the morning, and he knew that by the time this was settled enough for him to leave, it would already be past two o clock. He just hoped Harry could forgive him.

He sighed, giving his clothes a last minute check. If he was supposed to make an impression to his family, they could at least let him change. The Muggle attire he was wearing seemed incredibly tacky compared to the robes his parents were sure to be wearing.

"Master Draco" he jumped slightly as a House Elf Apparated to his side. "Master Lucius and Mistress Narcissa are ready for you now"

Draco nodded, rubbing his clammy hands down his jeans as he rose from the chair. He was not looking forward to talking to his parents. He walked down the dark corridor, every step echoing in his ears; the house seemed much more ominous now than it had been before when he actually lived there years ago.

He opened the door to the drawing room. In the seats were his parents. Draco was thankful that it was just them and not any other member of the family; he didn't think he would be able to handle any more judgmental looks of disgust.

With a nod from his father, Draco sat on the chair in front of them on the other side of the mahogany desk. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly while fiddling with the watch on his left hand. He was aware of absolutely everything in that one moment; the sweat rolling down his cheek, the drumming of his mother fingers upon the arm of her chair in her nervousness beat like a drum march in his ears, accumulating in his ears with his own heartbeat to deafen him completely.

"Shall we begin?" Lucius said, his slimy voice penetrating through Draco's nervous haze.

He gulped and nodded.

(~~)

Harry slipped the spare key to Luna and Neville's bungalow back into his pocket as he opened the door. "Luna?" he called, as he entered the very mismatched house. "I really need some of your insane guidance and comfort," he was answered with silence. "Luna?" he asked, even more worry beginning to seep into his veins and voice.

"In here," he heard coming from the downstairs bathroom. He frowned, as he walked over. Luna was standing by the sink, staring into the mirror

"I don't understand"

"What don't you understand?" Harry asked

"Why doesn't Neville want to marry me? He does love me so...he does, doesn't he?"

"Oh, love," He couldn't even begin to fathom how horrible it must be to know exactly who a major part of your life would be. She'd known that she would marry Neville for over three years. It must have been terrible for her to forever be wondering WHEN it would happen. He understood her being confused and upset about marriage hadn't even been mentioned between the two of them in any question. "He loves you and you will get married. You saw-"

"Yeah, I saw. I saw us getting married. My visions have never been wrong, so why hasn't he asked me yet?" she asked, looking down at her fingers which were fiddling with a loose thread at the bottom of her orange and pink striped shirt.

"Did you see when you were going to get married? Like, did you know how old you were when it happens?"

"I couldn't tell. I saw babies though. One was Rosie...and now I think the boy was yours. He was blond"

"So, it will be soon, wont it?" Harry stood behind the blond and wrapped his arms around her waist. He couldn't hug her too close to him; his bump was pressed insistently against her back, telling her she shouldn't lean back any further. He buried his face into her hair, which had grown out of its short cut by now and hung just below her shoulders. "The baby is coming in a little over three months. And he'll stay a baby for a year or so after that"

"Yeah, I suppose," she still didn't sound entirely convinced and she still had the adorable pout on her face.

"I don't know what I would ever do without your smile. So smile," he smiled himself, poking the edges of her cheeks, until a bright smile spread right across her face.

"I don't know either" she replied in her usual dreamy voice, and Harry gave a bark of laughter, kissing her cheek.

"I love you. You know that right?"

"I love you too," she turned around in his arms and pulled him into a tight hug, her strength surprising against her small stature. She pulled away and wiped away her unshed tears. "Aw I needed that" she straightened her shirt, flicked her hair over her shoulder and marched out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen, the odd bounce back in her step already. "So what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?

Harry was always amazed at how quickly Luna always bounced back from emotional topics. God, he wished he could do that. It would save a lot of stress in his life and he was sure he would live longer as a result. With the way his life had been, he'd be surprised if he ever struck fifty. He swore that he had found his first grey hair that morning. His hair was just so thick, it got buried beneath the rest of it.

"The article". There was no need to say anything else.

"Oh, yes. I read that," Luna said, beginning to rifle through the cupboards. Harry took a seat at the kitchen table, his hand falling subconsciously to his bump and rubbing it gently. Baby was doing somersaults again. "Don't worry, I contacted Hermione. She's sorting it for you. I offered to place some Nargles in their offices, but she declined. I can't imagine why" she added, before finding it unimportant and shrugging. She took out two polka-dotted black and white tea cups and laid one in front of Harry. 'Camomile' she supplied, when he was about to protest to caffeine.

"How is she sorting it?" he asked with a frown as Luna flicked her wand and camomile tea poured into Harry's and then her own cups.

"Oh, I think she's writing a strongly worded letter or a message on your behalf to basically everyone involved. She's very good at those," Luna dipped her middle finger and fore finger in her tea before flicking it over her left, then her right shoulder, before taking a sip; bizarre, but the usual routine. Harry only ever did that when he spilt salt; apparently that was a bogus superstition, but he wasn't one to ever argue with Luna, he only ended up with a migraine at the end of it.

"I don't know how that will help-"

" AND..." Luna pressed. Harry closed his mouth to let her continue. "Ron is talking to Kingsley to get some of the Aurors to get reporters off your back. I think he'll get a few restraining orders on them if they don't lay off you"

"Really?" he asked, embarrassed at how upset and yet relieved he sounded.

"Don't worry, Harry. We'll do whatever we can. Really, all we have is each other" she added, with a soft smile.

"That's a load off" he took a sip of his own drink and sighed in pleasure as the calming affects of the drink spread throughout his body almost instantly. "They followed me to my appointment"

"How's things with my godson?"

"Great. Perfect, actually. Still not fully formed yet apparently, but more baby like than sea monkey like than he was a month ago"

"Sea monkeys?" Luna asked, raising her near white eyebrows.

"They're these brine shrimp or something like that. You buy the eggs and breed them or something in tanks. It's a muggle thing. Dudley had some but got bored when he realised that they didn't grow any bigger than a seed at most"

"Muggles are so weird"

Harry's hand paused, from where he was about to drink from his cup of tea. He glanced at Luna before shaking his head and just settling for drinking his drink. He really didn't want to get into how backwards that sentence was for the blonde.

(~~)

"Draco" the blond in question pulled his gaze from the indentation in the table before looking up into his mother's soft face. "Why don't we start from the beginning? How...how did this happen?" she asked, pushing the newspaper article towards him.

Draco stared at the moving print, the picture of Harry and him on one of the trips to a Muggle corner shop. You wouldn't know he was even pregnant in the picture. Loads of people hold their stomach while walking. But nothing could be hidden from wizards. He kept his gaze on the picture as he began to tell them everything. From his arrest, their tryst in the office, Harry breaking into his flat to tell him, Nate forcing him to take responsibility (to which Lucius made a coarse noise of disgust in the back of his throat. Draco's hands clenched into tight fists but he continued talking) he and Harry beginning an odd sort of relationship and right up until the day before when he and Harry had even argued over baby names for the thirtieth time.

"It isn't against the rules to get a Carrier pregnant," Draco stated before his father could say anything. He was surprised how casual his voice sounded when inside, he felt like jelly that had been left out in the sun too long. "It isn't against the rules to get anyone pregnant. So...I can't be accused of anything, this isn't a court...You're my parents" he added, in a much lower voice as his father scowled.

"I am also the Head of this family. Therefore if I wish for this to be a court session, Draco, it is. The beliefs of Carriers have been made perfectly clear!" his father gave Draco an admonishing look, as if he had to be reprimanded for it, before continuing. "This child is still going to be born out of wedlock. It is best to disinherit him as soon as the new heir is chosen"

New heir? He was the only member of the immediate Malfoy family. Any potential heir had to be either an extension of his bloodline (basically, his son and only a son; daughters were never and could never be even suggested as the Head of a pure-blooded House. Some other families were lenient and open to discussions, like when Daphne was chosen as the new Head of the Greengrass Family, joint with Astoria for some reason as they had no brothers, but the Malfoy's were too set in their ways) or someone chosen by the Head now.

"Please, correct me if I am wrong, but it seems like any heir chosen isn't exactly legal either. They won't have the same rights. My great-grandfathers pressed that point – only one of Malfoy blood" Draco commented casually. He was surprised of the sound of anger from his father's direction. It seemed that he hadn't known about this little titbit and was obviously annoyed that Draco knew more about the family than he, the head, actually did.

"Could you explain why this happened, Draco?" his mother said, leaning towards him, a pleading look on her face. "How?"

"Because I'm weak, mum" Draco admitted. "I was weak and I let my emotions control my actions and I know that was wrong" She took his hand, and began to stroke it, comfortingly. "But it happened, it is happening. I'm...having a baby. He's a boy" he added, and his mothers face broke into its first smile since Draco first walked through the door. She had that odd look in her eyes. It was the exact same look Mother Weasley got when she talked about the baby to either him or Harry. He wondered if his mother would care for his son like the other witch did. If anything...if he had at least her on his side, he knew he could do this.

"It's a boy?" his father asked, intrigued. Draco knew that would get his attention.

"Yeah. A proper heir" Draco said, making a last bid attempt from something of an acceptance from both parents. "I thought you guys would be happy about that. Come on...he's Harry Potter's kid. Heir to the lines of Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor themselves. No blood is more magical than his, trust me. Think of the bloodline..."

Lucius leant back against his high backed chair, a finger pressed. His lips pursed in thought. Draco awaited his judgment. "You are still the heir" Draco couldn't stop the big release of breath and his shoulders slumped back in relief. "When you turn twenty-five you will become the Head and...Your eldest son will be the heir". Lucius waved his gloved hand and Draco took that as his cue to leave. He threw a pleading glance at his mother before he rose from his seat. "Draco?" he glanced back to his father who had also risen from his seat. Though they were the same height, Draco felt like he did as a child. That he was nothing but insignificant David and his father was the gargantuan Goliath. "You may still be the heir. You may still become the head in a few years...but don't think you are my son, anymore" he spat, looking at Draco with nothing but contempt. Narcissa clasped a hand to her mouth in shock and glanced worriedly between the two men of her life.

Draco pulled himself to his full height and glared defiantly back. "I never was your son and you were never my father. And you will have no contact with my son. The heir. Trust me. That would be the last thing you ever do if you even tried"

Oh yeah, he thought as he slammed the door behind him and marched down the corridors, his footsteps echoing around him. David kicked Goliath's ass, didn't he?

(~~)

"You picked the right bloody time, Nev" Harry hissed, staring at the diamond ring within the velvet box.

"I-I know" Neville stammered, the idea of proposing already wearing on his nerves. Harry had spent the whole afternoon with Luna, wanting to stay away from all of those reporters he knew were hanging around at the office. Kingsley had allowed him the afternoon off work and Ron promised he would get him to sign anything he deemed really important. Which would most likely be anything, unless Hermione had her way; it would be nothing then.

Neville had finally arrived home for work at dinner time and Luna had been washing the dishes in the kitchen and before Harry could offer to help, Neville had whipped out the ring, babbling about how he was supposed to propose and he didn't know how to.

"I wanted it to be perfect" Neville said, running a hand through his hair. "I wanted her to have my mother's ring so I had to wrangle it off my grandmother. And you know, she's a bit funny about Luna. So I had to put my foot down and demanded that she give me the ring that was left for me to give to the love of my life. She was surprised I stood up to her"

"And used up the rest of the confidence you would have for the entire year" Harry muttered under his breath. "Neville" he stated and the brunet tore his eyes from the kitchen and looked at his friend. "You love Luna. Luna loves you. You want to marry her. She wants to marry you. So bloody go in there and ask her. She doesn't care about romance. She just wants you to love her" a small smile broke over Neville's face at the thought before he opened his mouth. "Go!" Harry cried, pointing to the kitchen door and Neville leapt to his feet and ran towards it.

All he could hear for a minute was mumbled stammering and stuttering before-Harry threw his head back and laughed as he heard a scream of joy, a 'YES! YES I BLOODY WILL!' and the sound of smashing plates. Ah, love. He patted his bump. It's great, isn't it, son?

(~~)

"Harry?" Draco whispered, opening the door. The bedroom was dark the only light the streams of moonlight through the slight gap in the curtains. Harry, as usual, was curled up in the sheets, all he could see was the top of Harry's hair, mussed up and his head against the pillow. Draco kicked off his shoes (Harry had a thing about shoes on when in the bedroom), and edged towards the bed. "Harry?" he repeated, gently shaking the brunets shoulder. Harry gave a low whine, burrowing his face into the pillow. Draco kissed along his jaw, harder and harder in his haste to wake up the brunet; he would wake up if he thought he wanted sex.

Harry whined again and batted his hands away, before rolling away with his back to Draco and sighed happily. Draco growled in frustration, tugging sharply at his blond locks. He swiftly undid his belt, kicked off his trousers and threw off his shirt. He might as well stay the night and talk to Harry in the morning. He got up at about ten o clock like clockwork and Draco was sure he wasn't working tomorrow.

He pulled back the duvet and crawled into bed, a certain amount of distance between him and Harry; he didn't feel like cuddling at the moment. But before he could close his eyes and attempt to drift off to sleep, he changed his mind.

He sat up slowly, not wanting to jolt Harry anymore with his movements. He slid down against the soft sheets until he was nearer that precious bump. He ran his hands against Harry's clothed abdomen and smiled as he felt a push against his hand.

"Hey, Little Man" he whispered, adopting the nickname Fred and George had christened him just a few weeks ago. "I'm sorry I wasn't there this morning. You're ok though, aren't you? Yeah" his smile widened as the baby kicked again, harder this time, once more against his hand. "You're going to be great. Just like your dad" he added, looking up at Harry. The brunet's chest rose and fell gently and rhythmically, his face serene in the dim light; Draco hadn't woken him with his usual midnight chats with his son. He looked back to the bump. His smile fell and his brow furrowed in worry. "I just want what's best for you. Me and your dad have done this all wrong right from the start, haven't we? I'm glad I messed up. Because if I hadn't I wouldn't have you now, would I?". He pressed a swift kiss against the taut skin. "Goodnight". He sighed, before moving back to his original position; facing the window with his head on the pillow.

As soon as Draco's breathing levelled out, Harry finally brushed away the tears running down his cheeks. He wrapped his arm around Draco's waist from behind and pressed his face into the crook of the blonds shoulder before finally falling asleep.

This was originally two chapters but it was all so closely connected i thought to just post it a once. I feel like I've neglected all the secondary characters like Luna and Neville (of course it would happen. This story is most focused on the pregnancy), so I had to give them their happy ending.

I am so not happy with this chapter. Really not. But it had a lot of Daddy!Draco moments.

Only about eight more chapters till the end of the story!

Words: 3377

Date: 29/10/10

Next Chapter: Harry confronts Draco, and the Weasley's throw the parents to be a surprise. The two wizards find themselves delving closer in their relationship.

Preview: "I don't nag! I just talk incessantly and make you listen. I'm just surprised you're taking incentive" Harry explained with a smile.