Author's Note :

Okay, first off, I am sooo sorry for taking so long to finish this chapter for you guys. I'm just so busy these days, and hopefully I'll be getting that job soon, so it'll be even worse.. :(But, in order to make up for it, I'm going to let you chose what happens next this time! :) It'll be like a voting booth type thing.

Just review and tell me your desire. ;) The bigger number of votes will decide it. Either way, both of the things will happen, but this'll just decide what happens first. :)

Okay, first option.

Neptune, Jason, and Daniel (Dani) come to England to find the one who activated the Shell-Cradle.

Or..

Sirius Black comes back from his Mission for the Order of the Phoenix to find Harry unexpectedly living in Hogwarts with Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley, and pregnant. The reason that Sirius didn't know about any of this stuff was because Harry couldn't contact him for fear of blowing his cover where he was.

Anyway, votes people?.. :)

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Author's Note 2:

I'm sorry for the long wait, but, this chapter is really long, so ENJOY! :)

Also, I thought it was about time that we had some more Harry/Draco loving, so.. ;)

I'm rather pleased with how it turned out. It let them be together in a different way then they have before, because Harry can't Bottom right now 'cause of the babe, but yet let Draco maintain his position of Top over Harry. I wasn't sure if I could manage that, but, I think it turned out alright! ;)

Tell me what you think! ;)

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Chapter 39 He's Here, He Knows

Sirius Black, Godfather to one Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, stood outside Albus Dumbledore's office, raising a hand to knock.

"Enter," came from within, and the door opened for him on it's own. "Ah, Sirius," Dumbledore said when he strode briskly to the large desk where the much older man sat. "Welcome back. Your mission went well, I trust?"

"Well enough, yes. I'd like to see Harry now, if I may."

"Of course. Dobby will escort you to their rooms."

"Their rooms?"

"Yes. Mr. Weasley, and Mr. and Mr. Malfoy are sharing a suite of rooms on the ground floor near the kitchens."

"Misters Malfoy?" Sirius gasped, his disbelieving expression full of stunned question.

"Draco and Harry, yes. I will leave the explaining that's to be done to Harry and Ronald. It's not my place to say anything."

"Very well. I'll go now, then."

"Of course. Dobby?"

The house-elf appeared with a loud crack in front of them. "Master Dumbledore called, sir?" Dobby asked in his high pitched voice.

"Yes, Dobby, I did. Please escort Mr. Black to his Godson Harry's suite of rooms? He wishes to see him."

"Of course, sir."

Dobby reached out to touch the hem of Sirius's robes, bowing respectfully before taking him away with a snap of his long fingers.

They reappeared together outside Harry, Draco and Ron's rooms, and Dobby nodded to him before disappearing again.

Sirius took a deep breath, gathering himself, and then he lifted a hand to knock, waiting a few moments for acknowledgement, becoming concerned when he got no answer. However, when he opened the door a crack, not enough to see in, just to hear, the reason why became apparent.

There was very loud music playing in the room, and, as he pushed the door open further quietly, he saw Harry. His Godson was dancing to the music, eyes closed as he swayed to the rhythm, his black hair, much longer the Sirius remembered it, trailing behind him as he moved like a long silk banner. He could faintly hear the sound of a shower running in the other room.

Harry smiled, opening his green eyes then as another song began, a softer one this time, romantic, but also like a lullaby, confusing Sirius when he started to unbutton his light grey dress shirt slowly. He was about to enter the room before he would see pieces of his Godson that he'd rather not, but then..

"Hey, Harry?" Draco called out from the other room. "Are you coming in, or not? The water's going to be cold soon."

Harry sighed, his lips curving into a smile as he continued to unbutton his shirt, his emerald eyes softening even further with.. Affection? Love? Sirius couldn't tell. "I just want to dance while Ron's hanging out with his brothers, Dray. We can shower together later, alright?"

"Of course, babe. I'm nearly finished, anyway."

Sirius's eyes widened at this, surprised when Harry giggled loudly, his back to him when he finally tossed his shirt aside onto the bed.

"Oi!" Draco said, his tone playful as he chastised Harry. "Get your filthy mind out of Knockturn Alley, my husband. I was not wanking."

"Sure you weren't," Harry drawled in his best Malfoy imitation.

"Father?" the blonde called in mock surprise. "When did you get here? I thought that I was speaking to my Harry-Bear."

"Harry-Bear?" the Gryffindor choked out in surprise. "Where on earth did that come from?.. It makes me sound like your tame black bear.."

"You don't like it?.." Draco asked, sounding a little disappointed now at his reaction.

"I.. I don't know. It just sounds weird," Harry explained, still dancing with his back to Sirius gracefully, hearing the water shut off now. "But I suppose that I could get used to it."

"What would you like better, then?"

Sirius waited for the boy's answer as Harry hummed in thought, his dark eyes fixed on his Godson's wedding band.

"I like Pet," he finally admitted. "It sounds sweet."

"Pet? Really?"

"Yeah."

"Alright. Pet it is, then."

Harry smiled, and then he gasped softly, one hand lifting up to touch his belly gently.

"Draco!"

"Yeah?"

"Come, quick!"

Draco gasped, and he was out of the bathroom in an instant, wearing nothing but a poorly fastened silk dressing gown, his long blonde hair in wet, unMalfoy-like disarray, obviously checking the Gryffindor over with dark, steel gray eyes for injuries, sighing in relief when he found none. "What is it, Harry?"

Harry smiled; turning his body enough that Sirius could see his belly now, the blood draining from the ex-convict's head at the sight. His Godson was pregnant. Pregnant, and married to a Malfoy.

Harry reached out a trembling hand, taking Draco's in his, his green eyes glistening as he pressed it palm down against his round stomach gently, linking their fingers together there. "She's kicking," he explained, tears of joy falling down his face as he looked at Draco with a tremulous smile. "She's kicking, Draco! Can you feel her?"

"Yes," the blonde whispered reverently, his robe slipping down and off one white shoulder as he drew him close into his arms, lowering his head so that his lips were just above his black haired lover's. "Yes, I feel her…"

Then his mouth was on Harry's, pressing down firmly over his lips, causing them to part slightly on a soft, shaky moan of delight beneath his, the Gryffindor clutching at his forearms as he whimpered with pleasure and unrestrained longing. That was when Sirius left, intending to see Harry later, after he reported to Dumbledore, seeing as his Godson was otherwise occupied with his.. husband.

"Oh Godric, Dray," Harry moaned, clinging to him and panting as the kiss ended. "It's been so long.. Or maybe it just feels that way to me because I love you so.. Draco.. No. No, Draco, we can't.. The baby.."

"Why not? I never heard Madam Pomfrey forbid sex."

"But I can't.."

"I know, you can't be penetrated, love. But Pomfrey never said anything about.. about you loving me."

Harry's head flew up to stare into his mate's eyes in shock at his words. "Are you.. Are you serious?.."

"Only if you wish to. I know that you've never done it before, and.. and neither have I."

"I.. I don't know if I.. if I can do that, Dray.. I don't.. I don't want to hurt you.. I just.. Just don't feel comfortable controlling.. Maybe if you were still on top?.."

"Sure, we can do it that way if that's what you want. I only want to make you happy, my love."

The Gryffindor nodded, smiling at him with soft, emerald green eyes, starting to remove the rest of his own clothes slowly, seductively. He dropped his pants and boxers over his shirt on the bed, lifting his own hands to run them down over his bare chest, his eyes fixed on Draco's face as he licked his lips deliberately, rubbing his thumbs over his already pebbled nipples lightly, quiet, huffing pants escaping his lips at his own touch. Then he made a soft sound of surprise deep in his throat, his eyes closing blissfully as he tilted his head back, trembling as his hands were brushed aside tenderly by Draco's. He moaned loudly as the blonde rubbed and pinched his aching nipples, rolling them between his fingers lovingly, tugging gently as he moved closer to Harry. Draco lowered his mouth to touch the submissive's parted lips with his, softly at first, then harder, coaxing a quiet. whimper out of his sweet Mate when his hands released his nipples to slide down together to curve over his rounded belly, his pale thumbs caressing the warm, firm skin around his navel affectionately as he kissed him deeply.

"D-Draco!" Harry moaned into the kiss, the blonde shuddering with loss as the brunette moved away suddenly.

The hurt was healed instantly, however, because Harry lay down on his back in the middle of the mattress on their bed, his arms held open toward Draco in welcome, his right foot braced on the bed so that his leg was bent at the knee, thighs spread open in acceptance and love. Draco smiled back, untying his silk dressing gown quickly so that it drifted down gracefully through the air to pool around his feet before lowering himself down into his lover's embrace, careful not to place pressure on Harry's tummy, staring down into the other man's green eyes happily.

"Harry.." he whispered quietly as he pressed his lips to the side of his face briefly.

"Yes?" the Gryffindor whispered back, his eyes shining as he looked up at him.

"I love you.. I love you more then life itself."

Harry gasped softly, his lips parting on the sound as he pulled Draco down by his shoulders into a brief, but fierce, kiss. "Draco, oh Godric.. I can't- I need you.. Please!"

Draco nodded, using his wand to summon a jar of special-oil that they had purchased on their trip to Hogsmeade before their Fated visit to The Wiggly Wand Of Wanda from a nearby table, setting it on the bedside table next to Harry's head carefully before unscrewing the lid and placing it near the jar silently.

"Prepare my body for your pleasure, my darling. And for my own."

Harry shuddered at his eloquent order, nodding wordlessly, dipping his fingers into the jar, trembling and biting his lower lip at the sight before him as Draco lifted his glorious, naked body up slightly, looking down and deep into his eyes with a tender smile, spreading his thighs wide to reveal his tight pink hole where he straddled his husband's hips. The Gryffindor reached out his shaking hand to touch him hesitantly, just barely brushing the oil damp warm pad of his thumb over the rim of the Slytherin's virgin rosebud, stunned when his lover's opening clenched down even tighter in response, his grey eyes darkening instantly, dilating with pleasure as his lips parted on a soft, gasping moan sound that sent instant and immediate lust straight to Harry's suddenly rock hard cock.

"Two fingers!" Draco commanded breathlessly, already panting softly, his bare chest rising and falling attractively with expectation of what was to come. "Give them to me, Harry! Touch me!"

Harry shuddered beneath him, licking his dry lips unconsciously as he nodded, pressing two of his slick fingers against the tight ring of muscle, gasping softly at how hot it was to watch his fingers, watch a part of him, disappear within his husband's body slowly. Even hotter was Draco's reaction to their presence there, watching in awe with his wide green eyes, shocked when the gorgeous blonde writhed atop his body sensually, his lips parting further as he panted heavily, moaning loudly and tilting his head back, baring his throat to Harry as his hips rolled repeatedly, taking the fingers deeper into his body with a quiet whimper.

"Ahhhh! Har-ry, yes!" Draco gasped and shuddered, trembling as he clutched at Harry's slim shoulders unconsciously when his fingertips brushed over something within him that made his body light up with the intense heat of need. "Ohhh, Salazar, Pet! Fuck yes, right there!"

Harry grinned up at him even though he couldn't see it because his grey eyes were closed in absolute bliss, his emerald eyes burning as he purred deep in his chest with contentment as he wriggled his fingers around inside to stretch his pulsing opening wider to take his cock gently. Harry slipped a third finger into him as soon as there was room, and Draco moaned low, panting as he continued to rock himself on his lover's fingers, shaking as he stared down into his eyes, at a loss for words about what he was feeling in this silent, perfect moment. Thankfully, Harry seemed to know and understand what the next step was.

"Are you ready, Draco?" he asked softly, his face so loving as he looked up at him with unblinking eyes. Draco nodded slowly, swallowing, and the Gryffindor seemed to sense his slight anxiety, because he lifted up his free hand, rubbing his back and the base of his spine to soothe him tenderly.

"Hey.." Harry said quietly, smiling reassuringly when their eyes met. "It'll be okay. We don't have to go any further if you don't want to. I only want to give you pleasure. This is for you, baby. Can you do that, Draco, my love? Can you give me your pleasure?" The Slytherin shuddered, shaking as he licked his parted lips, nodding again, a soft whimper of loss escaping him as the fingers slipped from his body gently.

"Then ride me, darling. I'll be your broomstick anytime you need me," the Gryffindor whispered throatily, collecting some more oil from the jar, surprised when Draco grabbed his hand and transferred some of the slick substance to his own palm, trembling suddenly as the both of them spread the oil over Harry's cock together, their hands brushing with every intimate stroke as they stared into each other's eyes in comfortable silence but for their quiet pants and moans.

Then they both let go as Draco leaned down to press his lips to Harry's, making the submissive quiver as the gorgeous blonde linked their oil slick fingers together, his hand on top of Harry's as he pressed them to the right side of the Gryffindor's bare chest tenderly as he kissed him for long moments before pulling back reluctantly, leaning their sweat soaked foreheads together and staring down into his mate's dark kelp green eyes lovingly.

"My sea-boy," Draco corrected him softly, licking Harry's lower lip briefly and making him shudder and groan with stunned pleasure. "I am going to ride my sea-boy.."

"Oh, yessss!" Harry hissed, arching his back unconsciously as Draco moved into position, pushing down with a high pitched, shaky whine so that his body absorbed the evidence of the other man's need slowly. "Oh, Godric, Draco! You're so h-hot! So t-tight! Ohhh, sweet Salazar Slytherin!"

Draco smiled tightly at his lover's words, but he was trembling and shaking, and not in a good way, his dark gray eyes holding mostly pain as he answered Harry through clenched teeth. "I know."

Harry blinked, looking up at him in surprise at his tone, gasping in concern at the expression on his beautiful face. "Oh, Draco, baby.. You're hurting… What can I do?.."

"Just touch me, Harry. It will make the pain go away. It always works to help you feel good."

"Okay."

Harry ran his hands down Draco's spine gently, rubbing the silky skin at the base of it tenderly, relieved when the blonde sighed softly and relaxed a little in response, leaning his forehead against Harry's right shoulder. Harry smiled, his green eyes gentle as he curled his palms around Draco's firm, smooth bottom, squeezing and stroking his naked cheeks, trying to soothe him and take away his pain. Draco shivered, the sensation traveling along his entire body all the way to the tips of his toes, relaxing all of his muscles as his breath came in soft, huffing pants against his lover's bare shoulder, making the Gryffindor smile again as his hips started to move in slow, at first hesitant circles, then faster once his inner muscles relaxed fully, embracing Harry's presence within his body as the pain faded away completely.

"Mmmm, Harry…" Draco moaned quietly, still rolling his hips as his elegant hands clutched at Harry's shoulders, quivering as the Gryffindor slid the fingers of his left hand up his pink fleshed divide lovingly. "You feel so good inside me.. So hard.. I feel so full.. So… complete. Is this how it is for you, Pet?"

"Yes," Harry said with a tender smile, drawing Draco's face down for a sweet kiss, kissing him for long moments as their bodies started to shake with coiled tension and the need for release, both of their hips pumping now as they fought their way to the edge of that sheer precipice together.

The blonde man gasped suddenly, his muscles tightening around Harry as he arched his back with a loud cry, his gray eyes wide open, head tilted back as he shuddered, feeling the Gryffindor's hot seed fill him as they came. Both of their hands clasped tight in the others pair as they leapt into the glorious freefall of their freed passions, panting heavily as he pulled away reluctantly and slumped down onto his back in a shaking, sweaty heap beside Harry so that he wouldn't crush him and their baby. He felt limp and immensely satisfied, well loved as Harry drew him close against his side, rubbing his back and hip with a soft sigh of happiness, nuzzling his cheek with his affectionately and kissing the hollow below his left ear tenderly.

"I love you, darling," the Gryffindor whispered, snuggling closer to him in the bed contentedly as he started to stroke his long blonde hair gently.

"I love you, too, Harry. For longer then Forever."

Harry's cheeks flushed pink, giggling quietly and kissing his cheek, reaching for his hand and linking their fingers together as he started to drift off to sleep, resting their clasped hands on his rounded stomach lightly. "Far longer then Forever," Harry corrected with a grin, his green eyes lit with joy and love as he looked into his husband's beautiful gray eyes.

Draco nodded in agreement, smiling as he placed a brief, smacking kiss on Harry's lips, staring down into his eyes for a long time before laying his head on the Gryffindor's shoulder, closing his own as they drifted into dreams together.

"Far longer then Forever.."

Harry sat next to Draco and Ron at the Slytherin table, his hand linked with the beautiful blonde's on top of the table's smooth, wooden surface, surprised when Hedwig flew in with the usual parliament of owls, dropping a plain white envelope in his lap before landing on his shoulder and nibbling his long dark hair with an affectionate shriek, nuzzling the side of her feathered face against Draco's before exiting the Great Hall with the other birds gracefully.

"Open it, baby," Draco encouraged him, squeezing his hand gently before letting go reluctantly so he could.

"But.. I never get mail."

"Who's it from?"

Harry opened the envelope, pulling the single sheet of paper out, reading the name printed on the outside of it, his face lighting up as he read the single word printed in a messy scrawl across the page. Padfoot.

"It's from my Godfather."

"Really? I didn't even know that you had one."

"Mmm.. He's away on a mission for Dumbledore, or I would have asked him to come to the wedding. I'm surprised that he was able to send this. Maintaining his cover is essential.."

Harry opened the letter now, his face going pale as he started to read its contents.

"Dearest Harry," Sirius said as he wrote.

"I am penning you this note to let you know that my mission is completed. I am back at Hogwarts for now, though I intend to go home soon. I stopped by your rooms to see you immediately after I returned, but.. I shall simply say that you were otherwise occupied at the time. Don't worry, I left before I saw anything, but I might suggest turning down your music in the future. I am quite exhausted, from traveling you know. So I shall see you after dinner. I must rest.

Your loving Godfather,

SB

P.S.. Perhaps you could bring me something to eat? I would appreciate it."

"Harry?" Draco asked quietly, touching his shoulder in concern at his unhealthy coloring. "What's wrong, my love? Is he unwell? Is that why he sent the letter?"

"No, he's.. He's here. In the castle. And he knows about us. What.. What can I do, Draco? I think I'm going to be sick.."

Draco's gray eyes widened at his announcement, drawing the Gryffindor close into his arms regardless of the many eyes that he could feel on them, rubbing his back to try to soothe him, kissing his cheek gently as he cradled him against his chest, whispering in his ear tenderly. "It's okay, Harry. We can handle this, baby. It'll be okay. He'll accept us. I know he will."

He became even more alarmed when he felt Harry's stomach heave against his, increasing his rubbing quickly.

"Shhh... Just try to relax; Pet. We'll get through this, just like we have everything else. You have nothing to be ashamed of. I love you, Harry. If you have to be sick, don't force it back. That will only make it worse. Just bury your head in my robes."

Harry's green eyes burned as he looked up into Draco's, but the blonde could feel him trembling. "I am not ashamed. I love you. It's only.. I don't want him to stop loving me.."

"He won't. And if he does, then he never really loved you at all. Can I help somehow?"

"Water and crackers. Saltines. It always helped with the morning sickness at the Manor.."

Draco nodded, relieved, looking around, surprised when a bottle of water and a small bag of crackers appeared on the table in front of Harry, silently thanking the attentive house elves of Hogwarts. He picked the bottle up, unscrewing the cap, removing it and holding it out to Harry.

"Here, baby."

Draco was surprised when the brunette leaned forward, his lips parting slightly as he fastened them to the bottle's rim, drinking slowly, taking small sips when the Slytherin tilted the bottle up to help him, smiling as he watched Harry's throat move as he drank for a few minutes before pulling away and requesting a cracker with his eyes. Draco set the bottle down on the bench in-between their bodies, retrieving a saltine from the bag and holding it out in front of Harry's mouth, watching him eat it in small, slow bites so as not to overwhelm his churning stomach.

"Godric, get a room!" Seamus called out from the Gryffindor table.

"Shut up, Seamus," Harry said after he drank some more water to wash the cracker down. "I don't feel well."

"Oh? Is that why you can't even feed yourself?"

Draco growled softly, reaching for his wand, but Harry shook his head, placing his hand on his to stop him, his green eyes dark with anger at Seamus's behavior. "I'll handle him."

The dark haired Gryffindor stood up on slightly wobbly legs, moving over to stand beside Seamus despite Draco's concerned look. "I would have thought that you'd learned your lesson last time you insulted my baby."

"Ohhh! What are you going to do? Hex me?"

"No," he answered with a scary grin, making Seamus look nervous now.

Then, Harry shuddered, opening his mouth wide as if to speak. But, he bent over instead, his stomach heaving violently as he threw up all over the Irish boy. He straightened up again, lifting up part of the stunned man's robes and wiping his mouth on it. Then he giggled despite his stomach's sudden hunger pains, walking back to Draco and sitting down again, reaching for the water bottle and a cracker.

Draco was looking at him with concern and awe in his gray eyes. "Are you alright, Pet?"

"Yep. Never been better."

The entire Slytherin table burst into cheers and whistles as Draco kissed Harry's smooth cheek with a soft smile.

Harry and Draco walked into their suite of rooms after dinner, surprised to see a large black dog lying on the floor at the foot of their bed. Harry blushed at the reason that he was lying there instead of on the bed. Draco had cleaned the bed with magic like he always did, but he was sure that Sirius could still smell the scent of their lovemaking in his second form regardless of that fact.

Harry sighed heavily, patting the dog on the head and scratching under his chin briefly, causing his tail to wag, thumping the floor softly as he placed the few turkey legs wrapped in a napkin beside the animal that they had retrieved from the kitchen before coming back here. The Gryffindor took Draco's hand in his, leading him to the bathroom, knowing that his Godfather preferred privacy while changing shapes.

"We'll just get ready for bed and be right back," he promised the dog, smiling when he wagged his tail again and sniffed at the napkin curiously.

Harry brushed his teeth at the small sink, watching in the mirror unashamedly as Draco's flawless, alabaster skin was revealed as the Slytherin stripped and hung his clothes on the wooden rack beside him, then they switched places. After he had removed his own clothing and placed them with Draco's, he stepped up behind the blonde and slid his arms around his slim waist, pressing a kiss to his right, bare shoulder blade lovingly.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered reverently, kissing the back of his neck lightly, applying brief suction to the place where his neck met his shoulder gently. "I love you.."

"Love you, too, Sweetie," Draco promised, turning around now to kiss him tenderly.

"And you're even more beautiful then the day that I met you. Pregnancy suits you."

Harry blushed, moaning softly as Draco kissed him again, harder this time as he pressed their naked bodies together tightly, holding him close almost desperately. "D-Draco!" Harry whimpered, pushing his hips against his hungrily. "Ohhh, Draco... N-No, no.. We can't, Draco. Sirius is out there right now.."

Draco sighed softly, reluctantly leaving off the sensual assault of his sweet Mate, just holding him close as they calmed, their hearts beating as one through their chests as Harry trembled against him, moaning again softly in delight as Draco's hands stroked his rounded belly affectionately for a moment before they pulled on their night clothes reluctantly and went back out to talk to Sirius.

Sirius was sitting in a cushy, light blue chair that he had conjured with his wand when Harry and Draco came out of the bathroom dressed in simple cotton shirts and pajama bottoms. He was cleaning his fingers on a napkin as his dark eyes watched the couple sit on the bed together, Harry resting between Draco's legs with his back against his husband's chest, obviously having finished the food that Harry had brought him. Sirius shoved the greasy napkin into his pocket, opening his arms in his Godson's direction with a wide grin on his normally stern face. Harry let go of Draco's hand, slipping out of his arms reluctantly to get off the bed and go to his Godfather's side. Sirius pulled him close, hugging him tight, but not tight enough to hurt the little bundle that he was carrying inside his body, pulling back to look into his face searchingly.

"I've missed you, Harry."

"I've missed you, too, Sirius," Harry said truthfully, disentangling himself from his Godfather's arms as soon as he could without being rude, sitting down across from him when Draco brought him a chair, the Slytherin standing behind him and placing his hands on his shoulders to comfort him and show that he was there to support him in a heartbeat should he need it.

Harry noticed Sirius's eyes on Draco's hands, clearing his throat to get his attention, his cheeks flushing pink when those dark eyes focused on his face again. "I'm sorry-," he began.

"Harry-," Sirius said at the same time.

They both stopped, looking amused.

"You first," Harry offered.

"No, you," his Godfather insisted.

"Alright. I'm sorry that I couldn't tell you about Draco and I, and that I couldn't invite you to the wedding, but I couldn't tell you any way that I could think of without endangering your life. And then you didn't come back and I didn't know what to do, and then I was pregnant and you still weren't back, and I was okay, but.. I missed you, Sirius. I thought about contacting Remus, but I was always closer to you, and.. I didn't know what his reaction would be to Draco.. I don't think that he would try to hurt him, because he should be able to tell that Dray is my mate. And I-"

"Harry," Sirius finally interrupted him.

"Yes?" the younger Gryffindor asked nervously.

"I'm not angry with you. I wish that I had found out about it differently then I did, but I'm not angry. I only want you to be happy, and from the little that I've seen, and heard, he makes you very happy."

The word smelled was unspoken, but Harry blushed a deep red regardless. "Yes, he does. I couldn't ask for a better husband and father, and one doesn't exist, anyway."

"Harry?" Draco spoke up now, squeezing his left shoulder gently to get his attention.

"Yes?" he asked, turning his head to face behind himself to look at him inquiringly with a small smile of affection.

"I think you should rest now, sweetheart. You must be tired after our earlier activities, and the baby is relying on you. After what happened at dinner-"

Harry's previously smiling lips shifted into an unhappy, but adorable pout, his green eyes losing some of their sparkle as he sighed softly. "But, Dray," he protested. "Sirius just got here.."

"He's right, Harry," the older man said, shocking both of the younger males when he backed Malfoy up. "I don't know what happened at dinner, but you need to take care of yourself, and the child. I'll still be here tomorrow, and I will see you after your classes. I promise."

"Okay," Harry mumbled, yawning sleepily as he tried to keep his eyes open. "I threw up at dinner.. On Seamus."

Sirius blinked his dark eyes, looking shocked. "Deliberately?"

"Yes. He was being mean.. Insulted my baby."

Sirius smiled at that, standing up and moving to Harry's side, bending down to kiss his Godson's forehead and ruffle his eternally messy hair affectionately before straightening again. "Good. I'll see you tomorrow, Harry. Sleep well."

"Thanks. You, too," he returned, hugging Sirius around the waist for a moment, resting his head against his chest before pulling back with another yawn and a sleepy smile up at him.

Sirius just chuckled and nodded at Draco where he still stood behind Harry, heading for the door, watching them for a moment longer as the blonde guided his Godson to their bed with a gentle hand on his lower back to support his exhausted body. He then crawled in beside him and tucking them both into bed, holding Harry close against his side and kissing his cheek tenderly after using his wand to put out the many candles around the room with one spell so that they could sleep.

"I love you, Draco.." Harry mumbled tiredly, snuggling himself closer against his lover and husband's body, obviously basking in his warmth as he purred softly deep in his chest at the contact.

"I love you, too, Pet," Draco whispered, slipping an arm around his shoulders lovingly, burying his face in his long dark hair and inhaling his feminine, yet masculine, scent contentedly. "I love everything about you, sweetie. I don't know what I'd do without you. You're my heart."

"As you are mine. You'll never have to find out, because I'll never leave you. I can't."

"Thank Godric and Salazar."

"No," The Gryffindor said with a slight smirk that Draco felt against the skin of his neck. "Thank Harry and Draco."