Chapter 10: Draco and Harry's future

Notes:

This chapter is a filler. Because the next chapter will start the drama and the plot. This only has probably 6 or so chapters.

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The worst thing that came from the Chang incident, other than the fact that Chang was still locked up in the basement while they all waited for Snape to finish brewing the potion, was the fact that Theo seemed more caught up with the happenings.

"It's not Granger, that I'm sure now," Theo stated what Draco had expected his friends were going to realize, as soon as they returned from Chang's rundown hideout. It's obviously not Granger, because the Light would obviously not risk Granger's safety if it were her.

Blaise nodded. "So whoever it was, she must be very special to Potter, enough to sacrifice his life for him," Blaise smirked. "I have to say, Potter must have big balls to risk his life from us and the dark lord just to shag," Blaise snickered with Millie and Pansy. "That's a real man out there, shagging and knocking up in the middle of the war. The boy knows his priorities."

Draco would have laughed with them if not for the fact he was the one who was shagged, knocked up, and bearing the consequences. He also stopped himself from confirming that Harry had big balls. Although that's not the only thing big about him.

"It's called dumb luck, Blaise. Potter was dumb," Draco uttered.

"Even if it turned out to be Granger, Pansy did her good. Potter's bastard is all crumpled up in Granger now, dead," Theo said with a pleased smile at Pansy.

Draco stopped himself from tensing, especially since he's only a few feet away from Theo, but his friend obviously didn't have any doubt to lay a hand on a fucking baby. Images of Theo mercilessly killing him, regardless of the years of their friendship and the innocent baby inside him, flashed in his brain.

"It must not be Weaslette as well if the traitors were so hell-bent on getting Chang before us," Draco said by way of changing the topic, anything to stop his hand from picking up his wand and hexing Theo away from him as far as he could. But the longer Theo stayed near him, the more he felt the discomfort and creeps crawling everywhere around him.

He wanted to be alone, preferably with Harry.

"Either that, or they wanted to distract us," Millie suggested.

"But you know what the real question should be—why were they so hell-bent on getting Chang? How could they benefit from getting her if she was indeed Potter's bitch?" Pansy asked with her lips pursed and her eyebrows furrowed, in deep thought.

"Of course, they wanted to protect their weak saviour's bastard."

Pansy shook her head at Theo. "I'm sure there must be something else there."

Draco agreed with Pansy, that's what he was trying to deduce as well. Disregarding the fact that the Light knew Harry had a baby, there must be a deeper reason why the Light has a group—Granger and the Weasleys—concentrated to seek out Harry's partner, and Pansy may be right that it could be something deeper than wanting to protect their friend's baby.

But what was it?

When he asked Harry for the reason, his boyfriend only shrugged and said the same thing as Theo. "They were probably only concerned for me, you know, Hermione and Ron. Anything I'm concerned with, they're willing to help."

-

All thanks to Chang, Draco had been living what probably were stress-free weeks since the 6th year started. Theo was silenced, though he was grumbling on the side since he was still benched from torturing muggles and innocent wixen, but otherwise he couldn't do anything, not even to annoy Draco because he was too busy with whatever Merlin knew he was doing in his own time.

So, all night, alone with Harry, they talked about their future, although they both know it's far from the truth by now, with Harry still sleeping somewhere. But Draco knew it was to help Harry as much as it did Draco, to bring them hope, so Draco entertained every question Harry had.

"Where do you want to live, Draco?"

Draco hummed and leaned back on the headboard, copying Harry's position, who was sitting with his back against the headboard. He smiled when Harry wrapped him in his arms, saying, "Obviously, I will not be staying in the Manor anymore. I don't think I can stay here even for a day after what happened, after all the things I saw here in the Manor."

Even Draco was scared in his own room at day. Ironically, he only felt safe at night when he was with Harry in his dreams.

"But I don't know where, but I'm more than fine as long as I'm with you and our baby." Harry smiled and kissed Draco's silver locks. "How about you, Harry?"

From his position, Draco could see Harry's face shifting.

"Well, I wanted a house away from the Wizarding World, away from all the drama and prying eyes," Harry sadly smiled. "But I wouldn't mind living in the Godric's Hollow. That's-" Draco chanced a quick look at Harry and saw his boyfriend already looking at him with a sad smile.

"That's where my parents used to live. When they had me as a baby, when the snake git killed them-" Harry shook his head. "I'm sorry, it would probably be weird for you, as it was for me for a while, but we could renovate the place and turn it into our own home, fill it with our own memories to replace those-" Harry's lips straightened and trembled, but he was quick to wipe the lone tear on his cheek.

"Oh, Harry," Draco sat up straight and cupped Harry's cheeks. "I told you, I'm fine anywhere you want to live, as long as I'm with you and our baby. Anywhere, Harry. Just tell me where, just get me away from this place."

Harry held onto Draco's hands, and Draco noted that they were trembling. "Hermione and I went there, it was the first time I saw my parents' grave, Draco, and I remember thinking to myself, how I wish I was there with you instead so I could introduce you to them, and them to you," Harry kissed his palm for a few seconds. "They would love you, Draco."

Draco was not sure about that, especially because he was a brat when he was a kid, but Draco smiled and felt tears knowing that Harry was always thinking of him. "Once this is all over, we'll visit them again, Harry. And you can tell them everything you want, especially about their grandchild."

But most of their conversations when talking about their future lives always circled back to their baby.

Draco, with his back against the headboard, always loved caressing his stomach, though it was still flat, and Harry, belly laid on the bed, loved doing the same thing.

"Hi, baby, we are excited for you," Harry always had a big smile on his face when he was talking to their baby. "I'm your daddy, although I guess you couldn't see me for a while because I'm sleeping and I don't know how to wake up, and I tried doing everything already. But daddy would force himself to visit you in your dreams as well."

Harry sounded determined for someone who sounded absurd.

Draco rolled his eyes at Harry's ridiculousness and caressed his cheek to make him look up at Draco. "I'm sure we'll do something about your beauty sleep, darling. Now don't be so negative, the baby might be sad as well."

"Oh, yeah," Harry perked up and shifted the topic by starting to tell their baby about his adventure in Hogwarts, starting when he became the youngest seeker in a century through Draco.

"Do you want a boy or a girl?" Draco cut Harry off in the middle of the latter telling their baby about the time when he got his hands on Snape's potions book, much to Hermione's frustration.

Harry placed a careful kiss on his stomach. "Any gender, I only want them to be happy and loved."

"Good answer. Although we should start talking about their names," Draco said, stopping to caress his stomach. "You know, when I was a boy, of course I already knew at that time that I was promised to Astoria and-"

Draco huffed and playfully rolled his eyes when Harry pouted at him, the brunette's arms tightening around his stomach. It never failed to amuse and made him feel giddy that Harry always looked jealous at the mention of Astoria when nothing ever happened with him and the younger. How much more if Harry knew those pecks he shared with his friends during a friendly game of spin the bottle.

He supposed that some people would find that a bad thing, but not Draco. It was exhilarating to know that someone loved him the way Harry does. Especially that it's coming from Harry.

"Don't talk to our baby about your other universe's baby."

"Like they would be jealous. I'm sure it's the daddy who's jealous even when there's nothing to be jealous of, you big baby," Draco pinched Harry's cheek and chuckled when Harry pouted more. Sometimes, Draco didn't know if Harry was truly jealous or if he was only teasing Draco by being adorable. "Anyway, I picked out names and wanted to name my son Scorpius Hyperion."

"That's a great name. I loved it! Hi Sco-"

"Why yes, it is. Of course it is! I picked them, but that's not what I wanted to say. What I wanted to say is that I have an intense feeling that our baby's going to look more like a Potter, so," Draco widely smiled at Harry. "Why don't we name our baby James Scorpius if it's a boy and Lily Maia if a girl?"

"But I thought you said-" Despite the tremble in his voice and the wetness in his eyes, Harry still looked confused.

"I know what I said."

Harry, as soon as he knew that Draco was pregnant, was eager to suggest James or Lily, but the blonde was quicker to shoot down the idea, telling Harry he didn't want pressure, comparing, or anything to put their baby in a bad spot. He wanted their baby to have a fresh start without having to live up to their namesakes.

But seeing the look Harry had when he was telling him about Godric's Hollow or whenever he mentioned anything related to his parents, Draco just knew Harry, despite everything that happened and despite his power, was still the young boy desperate to get a connection from his parents. To remind him of something his parents, of what was unfairly stolen from him.

He was still the young boy in Hogwarts, sitting in front of a mirror, enduring the coldness of the floor just to get a glimpse of his parents and the Potter family.

And so if his boyfriend wanted to renovate and live in Godric's Hollow and name their kids after his parents, who was Draco to refuse him the chance?

"I know what I said, Harry," Draco repeated when Harry didn't respond. "But I realized we could do it to honor your parents, and, come to think of it, it has a nice ring to it, James Scorpius," Draco caressed his stomach. "Our little Jamie."

Harry brightly smiled, hope taking over the confusion in his eyes, and before Draco knew it, Harry was smothering him in his arms and giving him kisses on the face. "Thank you, Draco! No words can ever explain how much I love you. I owe you everything, for giving me everything, this," Harry buried his face in Draco's neck. "Your love and our little family. Our Jamie."

Harry giddily went back to his previous position and placed several kisses that had Draco biting his lower lip to stop his giggles. "Hi, Jamie! Your father and I are both excited to meet you. Don't take too long, son, and please take it easy on your father."

Draco smiled at the plea, but Harry didn't need to. Their baby, had, for the most part, been cooperative, like even they knew they should be gentle with Draco or it would mean severe consequences for him and his father. So far, no morning sickness or unnecessarily strong cravings, and his bathroom behaviors are still normal.

Draco caressed Harry's soft, untidy hair and tried flattening it with no success. Merlin, he wouldn't wish for their kid to inherit Potter's luck in their hair.

"You know, baby, they could be a Lily."

"Yeah, they could. As long as they're happy and healthy."

Despite those words, Harry, starting from that point, began calling Draco's stomach, 'Jamie'. Draco didn't have the heart to stop him because Harry looked entirely too enamored.

Harry would always greet their baby, "Good evening, Jamie. I see your father has gone to sleep, finally." and end it with, "Goodbye Jamie. Your father had to wake up, please take care of him for me. I'll wait for you and your father. I love you, Jamie, and your father, more than life itself."

And Harry loved telling stories, especially about their games of Quidditch. "I totally trashed your papa, Jamie, because he was always distracted by me."

Draco would scoff. "Please, Potter. I was merely giving you a chance to win."

"For 4 years straight?"

"Shut up! I can totally beat you one-on-one."

But what had Draco laughing out loud was when Harry told their baby muggle fantasy stories with grand gestures and silly voices. Draco chuckled when Harry tried mimicking the sound of a roaring stag.

"You do know Jamie can't see you, right?" Draco didn't know at what point he started calling their baby 'Jamie' like Harry did, but his boyfriend always brightened whenever he did, so it stuck to him. "I don't even have a bump yet, I'm not sure if there's a real babe in there," Draco had a teasing smile, but every word that came out of his mouth was all his insecurities. "What if I'm not pregnant?"

"Come now, Draco, you know that's bull-"

"But isn't it weird that I didn't experience any of the common symptoms when a bird is pregnant?"

"You're not a bird."

Draco gave Harry a deadpan look. "Oh yeah? I never noticed, Harry." Draco groaned. "You know what I meant! No nausea, no cravings, no sleepy afternoons. Hell, if I wasn't stressed with the war, I would say it's a normal Tuesday."

Draco was grateful he didn't experience any, but his body could give him a slight sign, any sign, because Draco's starting to panic whether everything was a sham and he was just making it all up. And what if the Dark Lord was wrong as well? Now that he's all in on his future life with Harry and their baby, Draco didn't know how he'd react if it turned out that he wasn't really pregnant.

And what about Harry? Harry for sure wouldn't leave him, that's how kind he was, but for sure, something would change in their relationship, right? Harry was already too committed.

"But you performed the spell, that spell can't be wrong."

"How do you know for sure? I'm not adept at casting spells like that. I only heard it in passing. What if I heard it wrong? What if I cast the wrong spell and it gave me a false positive? I'm a wizard, Harry. No situation had preceded this-"

Harry quickly shushed him with a peck on his lips. "Draco, love, you're overthinking. I know for sure that the spell is correct because you're one of the most skilled wizards I have seen in my life. You're powerful and smart enough to know an unfamiliar spell at the first time you hear it. That's how great you are, right after me, of course."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Git."

Harry smiled. "You haven't experienced any symptoms because Jamie is behaving for you, that's his way of protecting you."

Draco felt pacified, somehow, the thought that their baby was protecting him in his own way made him feel soft. "Believe me. You're going to have a beautiful bump soon."

Draco smiled.

Soon.

-

Speak of it, and you have it, they said.

Because, two days after he and Harry talked about his bump, Draco woke up that morning, after a passionate lovemaking session with Harry that consisted of brain melting blowjobs courtesy of Harry's mouth and a good rimming courtesy of Harry's tongue.

And Draco felt heavy. He didn't need to look down to know that he finally had the bump he coveted. But he still did, and his eyes almost bugged out of his skull when he saw the change from last night.

He just fucking popped. And even his sweater, which his father didn't approve of, couldn't hide the swell of his stomach.

Draco laid a hand on his stomach and smiled. He's really pregnant. He's going to have a baby, with Harry Potter. Their Jamie. Draco chuckled when something stirred in him as if the baby approved his name.

And if he just closed his eyes and concentrated, he knew Harry was beside him, caressing the bump as well.

But the serenity of his morning was broken when he heard someone outside his room.

With the dumb luck he probably got from having too much sex with Harry, he was able to throw a pillow and a blanket on his stomach when someone just barged into his room.

It was Theo. Fuck.