A/N: I just want to say, right now, because I forgot last chapter, how disturbing it was for me to write the trial scene. I don't like tormenting Harry, which is why I had the break scene in there. I wanted to make Harry forget, and that's what Draco is there for. This scene is quite a bit lighter, and there's some important news in there! Enjoy!

Harry grabbed Draco and pulled him close to his chest. He apparated. As soon as they stopped spinning, Harry crushed his lips to Draco's. Soon, Harry was leading Draco into one of the guest rooms until the back of Draco's knees hit the bed. When they did, Harry pushed a little bit harder, and they both fell onto the bed. Harry continued to kiss him until they were both about to pass out from exhaustion. When they pulled away, Harry looked into Draco's eyes until Draco nodded. Harry kissed him again and slowly began to undress Draco. As he unbuttoned his shirt, he blew on the exposed flesh. Draco squirmed under the steady flow of air. Finally, Harry had Draco's shirt off. He threw the silk to the ground and began to run his hands up and down Draco's sides. Draco shivered and began to return the favor. He unbuttoned Harry's shirt, albeit much faster. Next came Harry's pants, quickly followed by Draco's.

An hour later, both Harry and Draco came out of the room, exhausted and sweaty. Harry looked at Draco and laughed. "Shower?"

Draco looked at his fiancé and nodded. "Come on. We'd better get Blaise out of here first."

"True. How do we explain how we look, though?"

"Oh, I don't know, oh, master of glamours. Let's think about that, Mr. Glamour."

"Alright, I get it!" Harry waved his wand, deciding that he was too tired from their previous activities to concentrate enough to disguise their states wandlessly.

"It's about time you guys got back!"

Harry jumped up. "Is something wrong with Hailey? How come we didn't hear her crying? What's wrong with my baby?"

"Harry, calm down. Nothing is wrong with Hailey. Actually, she's perfectly fine. She's asleep right now. I was just getting bored."

"You could have watched TV."

"I don't know how to work that thing, Draco. You know that."

"I bet you could figure it out if you wanted to."

"Fine, I was just too lazy to try and figure out Muggle contraptions."

Draco laughed. "Well, you can go home now, Blaise. We're done."

"How did the trail go?"

"We won. My aunt and uncle will be spending the rest of their lives in prison."

"Good, good. What, exactly, did they do to you?"

"Harry and I will tell you later, but right now, he and I have something we need to do."

"More wedding plans?"

Harry looked at Draco with a sly look on his face. "Yes, something like that."

Blaise looked between the two and shook his head quickly. "Oh. Oh! I'll just, um, leave them. Have, uh, have fun with your, um, wedding plans."

Harry looked at Draco predatorily. "We will."

Blaise blushed and quickly Flooed away.

Harry and Draco waited until the fire died down and then both began bursting out in laughter.

"Was that really necessary, Harry?"

"Of course it was. I couldn't think of another way to get him to leave."

"How about 'get the hell out?'"

"But Drake, that's impolite."

"So is putting unneeded mental images into my best friend's head! Not to mention completely untrue!"

Something sparkled in Harry's eyes. "Who says it's not true?"

With that, he ran to their shower.

Draco stood, frozen in place before he shook himself out of it and ran to catch up to Harry. When he finally caught up to him, he wrapped his arms around him and whispered into his ear, "Got you, my little minx."

Harry laughed and spun in Draco's grasp. He kissed him again and led them both into the shower. Draco hadn't noticed that their clothes had disappeared until he realized where they were. He tore from Harry's lips, about to complain that Harry had just ruined perfectly good material when he realized that the expensive fabric was sitting on the counter across the vast room. He shrugged his shoulders, decided not to care right now and went back to kissing his fiancé. "I love you so much, Harry."

"You know I love you too, Draco. Don't ever question that."

Harry and Draco eventually got around to taking their shower and fell in bed, asleep, until Hailey's cries woke them up. Draco rolled off the bed, knowing it was his turn and not feeling like arguing with Harry after the both fantastic and trying day they'd had. He picked her up and copied Harry's actions from the night before. He placed their little girl in between them and cast a protection spell over her. She fell back asleep as soon as Draco laid back down, soon followed by her father.

The next morning, Draco woke up and ran to the bathroom. He threw up, loud enough to wake Harry up.

Harry entered their bathroom and sat next to Draco. "Are you okay, babe?" He knew Draco couldn't answer, so he only rubbed circles into his back until he was done.

When he was, Draco pulled back and looked at Harry. "H-Harry, the only time that a wizard or witch can throw up is when they're pregnant."

"W-what?"

"Our kind can't get the flu or any of that."

Harry stared blankly at the wall until he overcame the shock. Then, he pulled Draco into his arms. "That means we're having another baby!"

"But, I didn't take any potion to allow me to conceive. This shouldn't have happened!"

Harry calmed down immediately. "Let's get you to St. Mungo's and have them tell us what's going on, okay?"

Draco nodded and stood.

"Moony!" Harry froze as Draco called out the name of his chosen House elf. Draco saw and decided to ignore it for now.

"Yes, Masters? You called for Moony?"

"Harry and I are going out. We need you all to watch Hailey until we get back. Don't let her out of your sight. Understand?"

"Yes, Masters, of course, Masters."

"Thank you."

"Come on, babe. Let's go." Harry grabbed Draco. "Can you apparate?"

"I feel fine now. I should be okay."

"Good. Let's go then." Harry and Draco were gone.