Draco P.O.V

"Harry! Oh it's so good to see you!" Hermione beamed, enfolding Harry in a tight hug. I had to snicker at that, even though he returned the hug with gusto. It made a sweet picture to be sure. I closed the door behind me and let them be as I went about prepping some tea. Seems like I did that a lot when I came here.

"You just saw me." Harry laughed but didn't make to move from her. "Floo does not count mister, nor does five months ago."

"Alright alright. Good lord 'mum' I'm sorry." I heard a muffled thump and Harry cried out, "Ow, hey!"

"I am not your mum and don't ever call me that again!" Though the words would be considered scolding, she said them with no little fondness. I smiled to myself. It had been far too long since the two had seen each other. The kettle let out a screech before I took it off the burner. Behind me, I heard Harry whisper, "He always do that?" Based on the 'oh' that followed, I could only assume Hermione nodded.

"Yes Harry, I do always do this. If you couldn't tell, our beautiful hostess is rather pregnant and should be sitting often as possible." I let a little bit of snide undercurrent the comment. He laughed, "True. Hermione come on, let's sit so Dr. Cranky doesn't have a heart-attack."

"Oh ha-ha," The tray of tea was set next to the half full bag of marshmallows as I sat. The three of us helped ourselves to the warm beverage before Harry looked at Hermione, "Draco here tells me you had a question for me?"

"Oh! Yes right, well…" I settled back in the armchair; this ought to be interesting.

"Well…?"

"The baby is due soon, as you know. And, I've already asked Draco so, will you be a godfather?" Shockingly, she looked rather shy. It was uncharacteristic for her in my experience of her. Absently, she rubbed the glamoured part of her arm, right over the scar. Wonder when she picked that up? Harry for his part ignored it, "Really? You want me?"

"Of course I do. You're like my brother." She smiled at him. He shared her grin and hugged her, "Of course I will be. I will need to work on getting my dual citizenship though."

"Correction, the three of us will need to." I pipe, sipping my tea. His face was totally priceless, "Uh, what?"

"All of us need to. I'm moving out, and as I'm her doctor, Hermione is following. Is that a problem?" I raised a brow at him. He shook his head, "No, no. No problem, just unexpected. Does that mean I should be expanding my truck?" Hermione and I laughed at that, "Possibly."

The next few hours were spent packing Hermione's things and joking like old friends. The thought made me stop. They were certainly old friends. I wasn't. I'd made their lives a living hell. Without either of them really noticing I slipped out of the room, returning to the living room. What had made me think I was really their friend? I was obviously just a replacement for Weasley, and a poor one at that. If he hadn't died, I wouldn't be here and that was fact. Merlin knew that the he hated me, and I'd given him plenty reason to. I didn't even like me! During that final year at school, I had looked back on what I was like as a child and I realized that I detested myself. All the talk about being a pureblood, and being better than everyone else was all bullshit! How had I even fallen for all of it? Oh wait, I know, I was never taught anything else. A hand on my shoulder made me jump. I hadn't realized I had started pacing.

"Draco, you alright? You left kind of abruptly." Harry looked at me with confusion.

"Hmm? Oh, yes I'm fine." I waved my hand, brushing the question away. It wouldn't do anything to tell him my current thought train. He looked at me oddly, most likely doubting my words. Made sense, seeing as I didn't give him a reason to not to.

"If you're sure. We finished packing by the way." I nod to that. Good. To be honest with myself, I was truly excited to be leaving the country, Hermione as well. Too many bad memories here, and she agrees with me. She missed Ron too much and to be around his family towards the end of this pregnancy was too much. She wanted out, and I would help her. Hermione came out of the bedroom then, plopping on the couch, tucking slippered feet up. Well, up the best she could. Harry turned to her with one last little look at me that revealed his doubt at my words.

I watched him smile and place his hand over her belly, cooing to the little being inside. It was definitely beautiful picture, especially knowing what they had gone through. To have this moment was entirely deserved. "Draco, come here, come feel him." Hermione's voice broke through my thoughts. I did as she asked and she took my hand, laying it on her belly just next to Harry's. The bugger inside was having a field day, kicking against our hands. The three of us laughed as the baby kicked my hand right off its momma's belly, "Hey! You know who I am." I cried out in false aggravation.

"Maybe he likes me better," Harry stuck his tongue out at me, smiling around it.

"Oh hush." I push his shoulder and he fell on to the couch, laughing hysterical. Hermione was smiling contentedly, apparently just happy to have us getting along. She smoothed a hand over her belly. I glanced at the time when she yawned; almost eleven. The last two hours had flown it seemed, "Hermione, go to bed. It's late."

She nodded and stood and went to her room. I was surprised she didn't put up more of a fight; she must have been really tired. That left the two of us alone again. Neither of us said anything, and really didn't need to. We'd gotten to a middle ground back at my place, so the silence remained here. Shockingly, he didn't turn on the tube like I expected, instead he picked a book from the shelf and settled down on the sofa. I don't think I've ever seen him read.

I sat on the other end of the sofa and just relaxed, closing my eyes. The day had been long, and in that instant, I felt it. My muscles relaxed and I hadn't even noticed they were tense. I pretty much melted as I prop my head up on my arm. Next thing I knew, I was laid out straight on the sofa, a blanket over me. Harry. He must have done this. I sat up, the blanket dropping on the floor. He was curled up on the loveseat, pillow tucked under his messy hair. Still sleeping it looked. I rub my eyes as I stood up, fighting off the bright morning light as I shuffled through the flat for the bathroom. It couldn't have been too late, as the light flooding in from the windows was faintly gray. I've always been kind of a morning person. Even if I didn't so much like mornings. More than once, Pansy had told me I was weird that way, and every time I replied with the same thing, 'I've got shit to do.' Most of the time it was true but sometimes, I just wanted to be up before everyone. I hated the rush for the dining hall thirty minutes before classes began.

So, I kicked around, making coffee and breakfast for the two when they woke up. Twenty minutes and a half pound of bacon later, Hermione shuffled from her room and made herself a glass of orange juice. Her hair was more of a mess than normally was and I guess that would be the lack of a brush, "Good morning Hermione."

"Morn'ng," She mumbled, taking a sip of her juice. I chuckled and made up a plate of breakfast for her. A groan and a thump later, and Harry was in front of the coffee pot, "And morning to you," He grunted and sipped his coffee, moving over to sit at the table, "'Mind me to stop sleeping on couches."

"Will do. Breakfast?" I slid him a plate and Hermione sat across from him, nibbling on her toast covered with orange marmalade. The two ate in relative silence, sometimes asking the other to pass the salt or hand them the butter-knife. I dished up my own plate and ate it leaning against the counter. The picture of domestic was so simply achieved it left no doubt in my mind we'd be able to live together permanently just fine. It was nice.

Eventually, after showers, all of us were ready for the day. We wouldn't all be moving until two days from now, but everything was ready to go, most of her things in a wizard space trunk. The plan was to sell her flat and rent out mine. I still had to go back and pack my things and we had to work on our citizenships. Harry already had his which was great. I was nervous though, to be returning to Singer's house. I didn't know whether or not I'd be accepted as easily as before.

"Draco, what are you thinking about over there? You're worrying us." Hermione asked from the sofa, small grin on her face.

"It's nothing." I smile back to her, and she rolls her eyes but drops it. Harry looked at me over her head, the same confused expression on his face as the night before. I could tell he could see through my crap, but just couldn't understand the exact problem. Let him guess away. After a minute, he looked back to Hermione, "I can't wait for you to come to South Dakota, 'Mione. The others are awaiting you with no patience." He'd called them last night, letting them all know we were coming out to stay. Ellen sounded excited for us both coming. Singer, well, he didn't quite sound as thrilled.

"I can't wait either. Give my baby a life away from here is all I want." Of course that was what she would want, after growing up in a war. Hermione didn't let it show, but sometimes she couldn't or wouldn't sleep, some days she was so down, she didn't go anywhere or do anything. I've told her before that wasn't safe for the baby, and usually it helps her come back to normal. No one holds it against her though.

"We will give whoever it becomes the best life possible." "We will all do our best to raise it." Harry and I look at each after saying the sentences at the same time. Hermione glances between us before chuckling, "Wow guys, thank you." Laughter chorused from all of us. I settle beside her on the sofa and the three of us melted into conversion about the future.

*DoP*

Hermione P.O.V four days later

I stretched out with a groan, feeling every inch of the airplane seat I was currently in. Harry and Draco were on either side of me in the surprisingly roomy row of seats. This flight was taking way too long. Of course, it was much safer for the baby. Apperating was dangerous enough for a wizard; forget trying to add a baby to that. It had been such a shock to me when I'd found out. Ron was gone by that point, so I wasn't really hoping much for anything in my future. Madame Pomfre was the one to discover it, the day after the war as she was checking me over. At first I had been confused which was completely understandable but when it had sunk in, I entirely dissolved into tears. How could I not have? He had died saving me, and apparently left behind a bit of himself with me.

Secretly, I was hoping for a girl, a tiny little girl who had Ron's eyes and freckles and my bushy hair. All signs may point to boy, but even Draco had said no one would truly know until the birth. No matter what it came out to be, it would have the best life I could give it. It wasn't going to grow up like I did. No wars, no fighting and definitely no 'mudblood.' The whole reason we – Draco and I – had talked about moving out to the States was because of the baby. Not that getting there would be easy. Argh, this chair is killing me! I hissed between my teeth and rubbed my lower back. That garnered the attentions of both boys beside me, "You alright 'Mione?" Harry asked, concern written plain as day on his face.

"Fine, I'm fine. Just been sitting for far too long," I say, tossing a smile at him. Draco was burning holes in my back where the pain was, "Draco, I'm fine." He looked sheepish, "Sorry. I am your doctor, its instinct."

"You're fine." I wave it off and snag Harry's small pillow, tucking it behind me. Draco and I laughed as he cried out, "Hey!" The snickers continued as he pouted, grumbling into his book.

A couple hours later had the flight attendants shutting of lights, and more than a few passengers falling asleep, the two beside me no exception. I took the book out of Harry's hand and tucked it in the seat pouch. Both of them had their hands over the armrests, almost meeting over my lap. I wondered when the two would realize. Shaking my head, I sat back better in my seat and tried to sleep. It didn't come easy though, as my little baby was kicking up a fuss at me being still for so long. As a thought, I took the hands that were hanging over me and placed them on the bump. The baby calmed instantly, and I sighed with relief. This little bugger was going to be totally enamored with its godfathers, not that they would mind I'm sure. Eventually, I was able to close my eyes and catch some sleep.

Next thing I knew, the plane was landing and Draco was shaking me awake, "Come on, plane is down. Time to hope off." He smiled at me, a flight attendant smiling behind him. That was when I realized that I was allowed off first because I was pregnant. He and Harry helped me up.

"Dammnit Draco, I can carry my own bag." I gripped at him and pulled the backpack onto my shoulders. The weight – however light – on my back actually helped balance me out for the first time in awhile. As much as I love being helped sometimes, I can carry my own bags! The terminal was windy and the slightest bit chilly, which is to be expected in late October. Halloween was just around the corner and honestly, I couldn't wait. For once, I would be able to dress up. Didn't know as what yet, but I'm sure I'd figure something out.

"Okay guys, little bugger here has been sitting on my bladder since we got off," I comment.

"Loo is that way," Harry pointed, and took the bag from my shoulders. "Thanks, be right back." Draco dropped his bag on the closest seat, "You didn't leave the truck here did you?" The words faded out as I walked farther away. Truck? Did he mean Harry? Probably, but not the main thought at the moment as I opened the women's loo. It was messy, as expected and entirely huge, another entrance across it. I hurried into the closest stall.

A few minutes later, I came out to Harry on his phone, laughing with whoever was on the other end, Draco stretching his arms up. We'd all been sitting for so long, and I wasn't really looking forward to sitting more, driving wherever it was we were going. Harry ended the call, "Dean will be here in a few hours. Until then, what can we do?"

"Maybe get some food? I'm starving." I pipe, making both of them jump a bit. The three of us chuckled, "Yeah, food would be awesome," Harry quickly agreed, snapping up his backpack before reaching for mine.

"Nope, my bag, I'll carry it." I took it from him, ignoring his protests. Draco merely rolled his eyes at us and grabbed him own over the shoulder bag. Harry led us through the airport until we found a place we all agreed on to eat at. It was a little place, more of a café than a full blown restaurant.

"So, who wants what?" Draco asked, sliding his stuff into a chair, minus his wallet.

"Whatever is covered in peanut butter, please. Oh and maybe some hot chocolate." He nodded at my request. The best thing about the whole pregnancy was definitely the cravings. I'd always loved peanut butter, and now I have a good reason for eating all of it I wanted. The back ache though, I could certainly live without. I let one hand travel down to rub at the sore spot, wincing a bit. It seemed never ending, especially present after sitting so long. The airport wasn't that crowded but I was people watching anyways. It was so different than England. The people bustled around cafés and shops as they either got on or off their flights.

I didn't notice the two go off and come back until one of them slid a plate of sliced apples, peanut butter and caramel in little cups on the side, "Oh, thank you." The sight of the food was definitely welcome. I grabbed the bottle of water Harry held out to me, "So, Harry. Who am I going to be meeting?"

"A few entirely awesome people." He grinned before taking a large bite of his sandwich, Draco scoffing in disgust, "Really? How rude, not to mention gross, of you."

"Yup," He talked around the food in his mouth. I shake my head at him and take a bite of an apple slice, heavily doused in caramel. Mmm, way better than crackers and biscuits from the flight.

"Anyways," Harry brushed a crumb off his shirt, "Dean is picking us up in my truck. He's our age and his kid brother Sammy who is fifteen is probably the smartest person I've ever meet – well aside from you." I laughed at that, "Just because I read,"

He stuck his tongue out, "There's Jo, and she is also our age. She's pretty tough, kicks arse with ease definitely. Her mother too, Ellen. Then there's Bobby, the one that Draco managed to piss off."

"I thought you said he got over it!"

"He did, but you still managed it." Harry pointed a finger at Draco, taking another bite of sandwich. Draco grumbled and pouted in his seat at the point being expressed. Children, I swear.

"They sound like interesting people, I can't wait." I couldn't hide the enthusiasm from my voice and both boys smiled at me and tucked into their food. I followed their lead and finished my apples. Harry looked down at his phone and smiled before answering, "Dean, what's up?" As he listened, his smile started to fade, "Really? Crap well – no, no don't. Just, be there okay? Worry about us later. Okay. Yup, alright. You've got it Dean. See ya then." He hung up, snapping the phone shut.

"What happened?" Draco asked, putting his fork down. Harry looked at him and I guess Draco understood through that one look. I was still lost, "Harry?"

"Dean won't be coming until later than we thought. His dad…ugh. He stopped by and got into a thing with Bobby and Sam. I don't know, he didn't explain it all." He shook his head and dragged a hand down his face.

"So what do we do? We can't stay here and none of us have enough money for a cab," I point out. I really couldn't sleep in another chair. Draco looked around before pulling out his wand. He pointed it at the handful of napkins, changing them into American dollars, "Draco! What are you doing?"

"You said it, we can't stay here. At least now, we can get a cab or something." He shrugged and pocketed the cash. Harry still had his head in his hands. Whatever Dean had said over the phone was clearly upsetting him, "Harry, you alright? You look like you're going through hell over there." Draco said, looking over him. He placed a hand on the others shoulder, and I saw it again. It wasn't entirely obvious and only there if you looked carefully. He cared. I had noticed it the other day as well, spying on them in the living room when Draco thought he was being sneaky by leaving the room. Harry had followed and I saw the same look on Harry's face on Draco's now. Whatever happened between these two was definitely for the better. I mean, I hated Draco years ago too, but now I knew he wasn't entirely a git.

"I'm just worried, I mean, you met John. You know," He shrugged, not dislodging Draco's hand. Draco nodded, "I do, damned tosser. You think he would have learned." Harry snorted, "No kidding." I watched the two. Who was John and what had he done to lose even Harry's good graces? I shuddered to even imagine. Draco let his hand drop, "Should we go? Maybe we could get there and either get rid of him or help pick up the pieces?"

Harry nodded, "You up for that 'Mione? It's not a short drive I'm warning you now."

"I'm ready. I could really go for a nice drive, even if to just see were I'm living from here out." I stood up off the tall stool I was on and shifted my bag on my shoulder, "Let's do it guys!"