A/N Here's chapter 3 of Life Goes On. I have to say that I am very disappointed in some people. Not one of my regular review-ers has reviewed chapter 2. It made me sad. Anyway, I got tired of waiting, so I posted this to get some more reviews from the lovely people who did review! An enormous thanks to you!

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"Hey, Babe."

"Hey Drake."

"How'd it go?"

"Good, I guess. It's hard to see him suffering like that. I don't want to hurt him."

"It's hard to be in such high demand, isn't it? I would know. I went through the same thing in school."

I laughed. "Oh, shut up, you prat."

He smiled. "Come on. Hailey's awake. She wants to see you."

"Okay." I followed him up to our room. Our beautiful little girl was awake. I walked in and smiled when she squealed in happiness. Draco put one hand above his head and leaned against the doorway.

"Go on. Pick her up."

"Are you sure? What if I break her? She's so tiny!"

"Small babies are common for male pregnancies. She's stronger than she looks, just like her father."

I smiled and picked her up. I stroked her cheek and she grabbed my finger. "She has a strong grip."

"She doesn't want her father leaving her."

I smiled sadly. "And her father doesn't want to go through that ever again."

"Good. But Harry,"

"Yeah?"

"Stop beating yourself up about this, okay?"

"I will if you tell me why you did that." I nodded towards his arm. The sleeve had fallen down and I noticed an angry pattern of red scars and white lines.

Draco looked confused until he caught my stare and quickly pulled his sleeve down.

I put Hailey back in her crib and walked to Draco. "Why, Drake?"

"I needed to know that I could still feel something. It was before Hailey was born. Before her, all I could feel was the hole inside of me. Even flying held no enjoyment for me. I was tempted more than once to just let myself fall. But I knew the little life inside of me deserved a chance at life, even if I no longer wanted anything to do with it anymore. One day, it became too much, and I went completely suicidal. I cut myself again and just let myself bleed. I went into an early labor because of it. I lost too much blood and, because the male body isn't made to carry a baby, the potion was overridden and my body tried to get rid of the foreign thing in my body. It was, well it was painful beyond anything I had ever felt. Only not having you there hurt more. Then they numbed me and soon I had a little baby girl in my arms. I found my reason to live then. I stopped after she was born, so you don't need to council me about it. The damn broke when I held her for the first time. I felt so many things I hadn't since you left. I felt the pain still, but it was overridden by the love I felt for my baby girl, and sadness that I was alone. But it was better than nothing. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for Hailey."

I cried. I knew I caused Draco, and myself, pain, but I never imagined just how hard it was for him.

"Shhh. It's okay now. You came back. Everything is okay now."

"No it's not! You will have those forever now!"

Draco pulled back, as if I had burnt him. "Does that bother you? Are you the only one allowed to be scarred?"

"No! That's not what I meant!"

"Then what did you mean?"

"I meant that I will look at those every day for the rest of my life, and remember how much pain I put you through! I will be reminded just how much I hurt you, and just how close you came to killing yourself! I will never forgive myself for leaving you! I can't!"

"Harry, I'm not going to lie. It hurt like hell when you left, and I didn't think that I would be able to keep going. You have our daughter to thank for my survival. Without her, you really would be alone. I missed you so much, it was a physical ache. I couldn't move some days. Well, the complications of a male pregnancy added onto that, well, I was lucky if I moved to go to the loo some days. But, I'm a survivor, and I truly believe that I am stronger because of this." He held up his covered wrists. "But I am still afraid, Harry. What if you leave me again? I don't know if I can live through you leaving again. I can't take another goodbye."

"You won't ever have to say goodbye to me ever again, and I won't say it, until the day you no longer want me here. I will take an Unbreakable Vow if you want me to. I'll do anything to make you understand that I will never, ever leave you ever again."

"Harry, we've promised that to each other over and over again, and we still end up leaving. Promises don't mean anything to me anymore. My father promised to always take care of me, and that, to Malfoys, there was nothing more important than family. Well, he killed his own wife and mother-in-law. Then you promised me that you would never leave me, over and over again, but you did. Granted, I broke my word too, but it still remains that I have little to no faith in promises."

"I am so sorry, Draco. But how do you feel on oaths?"

"Harry, what are you doing?"

I placed my fisted right hand across my heart. "I, Harry James Potter, swear on my magic and my life that I will never leave Draco nee Malfoy as long as he wants me here. This I swear on both my life and my magic."

"Harry, you have no idea what you just did! What happens the next time we have a fight? You'll die if you leave, even if it is just to clear you head, if your magic thinks that you are walking out on me!"

"If we fight again, we'll talk through it like a normal couple. Draco, I'm tired of all the drama, and I'm tired of fighting. I don't want to hurt anymore."

"I don't either, Harry, but you can't expect to never want to just be alone every now and then. If you do, or don't do, certain things, your magic will think that you are leaving me, and it will take your magic and kill you. With your … ability, I'm sure it won't be quick and easy, either."

I scoffed. "Ability. That's one way to put it. But you see, Draco, I've always been very in touch with my magic. How do you think that I protected myself, even if it was subconsciously? My aunt hated my hair long, and I hated it short. So, she would completely shave my head, and the next hour, my hair would be exactly how I like it. I can pretty much bend my magic to my will. It will know when I am leaving you completely, because I will know it. You will not lose me that easily, Drake."

He smiled, relieved. "Don't you ever scare me like that again, Harry Potter!"

"I won't. I'll take the half an hour to explain it to you before I do anything incredibly stupid next time, okay?"

"Promise?"

"I thought you didn't hold much faith in promises?"

"After what I just saw you do? I'll believe any promise you tell me, simply because I know you're honest with me, especially after that."

I kissed him. "Good."

"Harry, um, I know this will be weird, but can we finalize our wedding plans? I don't want to live without you anymore. I don't think I can."

"I don't know if I can either. Let's start on them right now."

Draco smiled. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too, Drake, more than you know. But I'm tired of hurting, so let's make sure we never have to hurt again."

Draco shook his head. "Harry Potter, you are insane."

"You know it! That's why you love me, right?"

"That and more." He kissed me. "Now come on. We need to set a date. How about two months from today? That will give us enough time to get everything ready and set, and give the guests the proper time to prepare themselves."

"Drake, two months from now is Halloween."

"So? That's a pagan holiday. It doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter? Draco, that day happens to matter very much to me!"

I saw Draco's confused look.

"You don't remember, do you?"

"Harry, what are you talking about?"

"THINK ABOUT IT!" I took a deep breath. "I'm going to visit Hailey for a little while. Come and get me when you remember why Halloween is a VERY bad idea for a wedding day."

I walked away.

***

Why set Harry off like that? Why was it that we never could finish our wedding plans? I shook my head. That question would never be answered.

I threw myself on the couch and decided to make up possible days for a wedding, carefully working around Halloween. As I thought up days, my mind started to wander. I thought back to my life before Harry, and before I realized the glamour of being a Death Eater was completely fake.

Then it hit me.

Halloween was the day Harry's parents were killed!

I threw myself up from the couch and ran to our room. "Harry, I am so sorry! I can't believe I forgot about Halloween! I cannot believe I asked you to get married on that day! I am so sorry!"

"So you've figured it out, then?"

"Yes, and I can't believe that I even suggested it! Can you forgive me?"

"No more apologies."

I smiled. "I can't believe I forgot."

"I forgive you. I overreacted anyway."

"Anyone would react like that. It was so heartless of me to even suggest it."

Harry kissed me. "Forget about it. It doesn't matter anymore."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. So, do you have any other ideas for dates?"

"I had a few. I wrote them down downstairs. Some of them are cheesy, but I'll rewrite the not cheesy days and get back to you on that."

A slow grin developed on Harry's face. "So you wrote down your ideas downstairs."

"Oh, no you don't!"

I was too late. Harry had already taken off.

I booked it after him. "Harry! Don't you dare look at those dates!" I chased him as he ran downstairs. His laughter flew over me like a warm blanket, but I ignored it in favor of getting back the parchment that Harry now held in his hand. I followed him around a few more rooms before I trapped him behind a table. I tried to get to him one way, but he would take of the opposite way. His child-like pleasure in this was contagious, but I wanted to be mad at him. We danced like that for about ten more minutes before I gave up trying to be mad and gave in to the laughter that was bubbling up inside of me. We were soon out of breath, but Harry insisted on continuing the dance, and I wasn't about to give up if he wasn't.

Finally, I gave up and ran across the table. I jumped on to him, and we both fell to the floor. I landed on top of Harry. We laughed for a couple more minutes, and then we kissed. I loved being on top of him again. He rolled over so that we were on our sides, but he was spooned around me. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the back of my head.

"Now that I have you trapped here, let's look at those dates."

"Harry," I whined.

"Drake," He whined right back.

"Fine. You win."

He laughed. "You really didn't have a choice, babe."

I pretended to pout, but remembered he couldn't see me. "Fine."

Harry laughed again, and the vibrations felt really good against my back. I pushed myself closer to him as he read the dates. "Valentine's Day? I didn't know you were that kind of a romantic, Drake."

"It was the first day that popped into my head, okay?"

"Christmas?"

"I thought it would be beautiful if our white wedding was surrounded by a blanket of white snow."

"Hmm, I can see that. It would be really pretty. It would take more work to keep everything and everyone dry, but we could do that."

"So December 25th then?"

"December 25th it is. Drake, this is going to be perfect."

"I hope so."