A/N: Thank you for reviews! Another chapter for you guys. More Draco in this one, but Harry will show up briefly at the end. Hope you like it!

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'Shit. Shit. Shit!' Draco thought as he stormed out of Harry's office. He wasn't supposed to say that. He had sworn to himself that he'd never tell Harry how he really felt about him. There was no point, after all. Harry was dying. It would only hurt so much more if he started a proper relationship with Potter. He was content with the way things were now. With their purely physical relationship.

Really he was.

But contentment wasn't the same as happiness.

Draco reached the Ministry Floos and Flooed to the one place where he knew he could be in peace and collect his thoughts – Blaise's flat. He arrived at the spacious flat and made himself at home on the couch with a butterbeer since Blaise unfortunately didn't have anything stronger. Knowing his best friend wouldn't be at home till at least half an hour, Draco let his thoughts wander back to the matter at hand.

Damn Potter for being such an idiot. What was the Gryffindor fool thinking?! Didn't he truly care what happened to him? Or what the consequences of his action did to the people who cared about him?

Draco almost had a heart attack when he heard a pair of Aurors talking about Harry training a group of newbies. He knew full well that Harry's condition could get worse in a blink of an eye without any warning and he couldn't believe that he would put himself at risk like that. But he did and Draco was so mad at him.

He just wanted to yell and rant at him for stupidity and for making him worry and would have continued to do so at the office, had he not accidently slipped and as good as admitted that he was in love with Harry. He could still see the look of shock and something else on Harry's face and guessed that he should be grateful that he hadn't looked at him in horror or disgust. But Draco hadn't been able to bring himself to stay and find out what Harry's reaction would be. And he didn't know if a positive one would have been any better than a negative. Best not to know at all. This way he couldn't get hurt.

Draco was used to guarding his heart and hadn't let anyone in after having a bad experience with a man sometime after his divorce with Astoria. With Astoria it had been easy, since it was purely a business agreement, but when he had met Sebastian it was something else. Draco had fancied himself in love with the American wizard he had met through work. Sebastian had been a lawyer too and they had hit it off from the very first meeting and for nearly a year Draco thought he was it. But that was before he had caught him in bed with his secretary – a female secretary at that.

Needless to say after Sebastian, Draco had guarded his heart very closely and though he had dated a few wizards between then and now, he hadn't been able to bring himself to open up to any of them. Not until Harry.

Draco had always been somewhat attracted to Harry, even when they were in school, but his hatred at the image he had created of him had kept him from putting too much thought into it. But then, when he had started researching the marriage contracts with him and spending more time with Harry, ignoring the growing feelings became unavoidable. And reading about the romance between their ancestors with the diaries' not so censored description didn't exactly help the matter.

Draco could no longer ignore his feelings and dismissing them as purely physical attraction no longer worked either as he got to know the man for what he truly was. Draco could still remember the moment Harry had asked him to marry him. His heart had skipped a beat and he had felt warm in his stomach before he had been able to collect himself and react like himself. Still he hadn't been able to squash that feeling and the ray of hope that maybe Harry would feel the same.

But then of course, Harry had revealed he was dying and Draco had put his walls back up and convinced himself that he didn't care and that there would be no point trying to win Potter over now. Well, at least he had tried. He had still fallen madly in love with him and after their wedding night Draco wanted nothing more than to tell him how he felt and spent the rest of their lives together.

But he didn't.

And then, just the other night in the middle of the night, Draco had woken in Harry's arms feeling happier than ever with the other man stroking his arm, tracing the ugly mark on his left forearm. Draco had reacted instinctively and tried to hide the Mark even though he knew Harry didn't care about it (a fact that made Draco love him even more) and then the unbelievable had happened. Harry had gotten rid of the Mark and freed Draco of his burden. Draco had felt lighter than ever and his resolve to keep things purely physical between them had almost broken. He had poured every bit of his emotions and feelings towards Harry into every kiss and caress as he proceeded to show his gratitude to the raven-haired man and in the morning he wanted nothing more than to stay there wrapped in Harry's arms.

But he hadn't.

Harry had never showed any indication that he wanted Draco to stay and Draco didn't want to lose the little bit of affection he had with him. There was no way of knowing how Harry would react to waking up with Draco still in bed with him and Draco wasn't willing to take the risk and find out.

Draco finished the butterbeer and stood up planning to get another when he felt a wave of nausea run through him. Slamming a hand to his mouth he ran to the bathroom and knelt before the toilet just in time before puking his insides into it.

"Hello?" He heard a voice say outside the bathroom door and recognized it as Blaises. "Draco?"

"Here." Draco groaned.

"Hey, you okay, mate?" Blaise asked as he entered the bathroom.

"Ugh, been better." Draco said flushing the toilet.

"Upset stomach?"

"You could say so." Draco muttered washing his mouth. "This is the second time today and fourth this week."

"You look a bit peaky. You should go see a healer." Blaise frowned. "You must be coming down with something."

"Yeah."

"So what brings you here today? Trouble in paradise already?" Blaise smirked as the re-entered the living room.

"Very funny Blaise." Draco said with a half-hearted glare as he flopped down on the couch.

"So?"

"It's Potter…" Draco suddenly blurted out.

"Of course it's Harry." Blaise commented, but Draco ignored him.

"That damn idiot went back to work behind our backs knowing full well that he is in no condition to do so!"

"What?!" Blaise exclaimed. "Is he mad?"

"That's what I would like to know…" Draco muttered leaning back and closing his eyes.

"So what happened? I bet you let him hear exactly what you thought about that." Blaise smirked knowing full well how Draco was with the people he cared about.

"Yeah, I did." Draco said. "I went to his office and let him have it, but…"

"But…?"

"I ended up confessing my feelings for him." Draco groaned covering his face with his hands.

"About time too…" Blaise muttered under his breath. "So, what did he say?"

"Nothing… I don't know…"

"Let me guess, you left before he could say anything." Blaise said knowingly.

"Yeah, pretty much." Draco admitted.

Blaise shook his head.

"So what now?" He asked.

"I don't know."

"Well, if you ask me, I'd say you go home and talk with him Draco. You two have been dancing around each other long enough. Honestly, I don't see why it is such a big deal. You're already married for Merlin's sake! Not to mention shagging…" Blaise said.

"Yeah, well that's not the point…"

"Well what is the point?"

"I- Well… He's dying!" Draco exclaimed.

"It's not too late to find the cure yet and the healers are still searching." Blaise countered.

"Yeah, there's like less than one percent chance that they're going to find the cure." Draco said trying to hide the fear in his voice.

"Harry is a fighter, Draco. He if anyone is going to make it. Don't lose hope yet." Blaise said. "Besides, even if he is going to die, don't you think he'd want to spend the last of his days being happy? With you?"

"I don't even know if he loves me back…" Draco said quietly.

"Merlin you're so blind sometimes." Blaise muttered under his breath. "Well, you would if you'd just talk to him about it. Which is why you're going home now." He continued and ushered Draco up from the couch.

"Are you throwing me out, Blaise?" Draco feigned hurt.

"Yes."

"But I'm your best friend!"

"Har har. Now go to your lover boy and talk to him."

"Fine, but if it goes wrong it's your fault and I'm coming back."

"Deal. And I'll have a bottle of Firewhiskey and chocolate ready for you." Blaise grinned.

"You better…" Draco started but was cut off by another wave of nausea. This time he didn't make it to the bathroom, but puked into the kitchen sink.

"You seriously need to go see a healer, Draco. You're pale as a ghost."

"I'm fine." Draco said weakly.

"No you're not. Come on, I'm taking you to Saint Mungos." Blaise said and supported Draco, who suddenly felt very weak, to the Floo.

The two of them Flooed to the hospital and Blaise spoke with an elderly healer who agreed to see them.

"Mr… Malfoy," The elderly healer checked his name from the papers. "Could you describe your symptoms for me?" She asked like she was talking to her favorite grandchild. It made Draco feel decidedly uncomfortable.

"Well, I've been puking a lot this week, usually in the mornings, but today it has happened three times already. I haven't been having much appetite either and have felt a bit dizzy a couple of times." Draco said uncertainly.

"Mmmhm." The healer hummed happily scribbling on the board. "Has there been any kind of incident today that could have caused you stress?"

Draco glanced at Blaise who nudged him and he said:

"Well, I had a fight with my husband."

The healer nodded knowingly.

"Okay, now, if you'd please lie down on the bed Mr. Malfoy and I will do a quick exam on you to see that everything is alright." She said kindly and Draco complied though, reluctantly. He was getting weird wibes of the smiling elderly woman. Were healers supposed to look so happy when their patients told them about their problems?

The healer waved her wand around him for a few seconds before smiling widely and gesturing him to sit back up.

"Well, everything seems to be going fine. There is no need to be worried about the morning sickness; it will pass in a few months, though I do advice you to avoid stressful situations, Mr. Malfoy, as they can be very harmful for the baby." The healer said firmly making Blaise and Draco stare at her in shock.

"Excuse me? What?"

"Morning sickness?"

"A baby?!"

The elderly healer looked at him her eyes gleaming as she patted his cheek.

"But my dear boy, didn't you know? You're pregnant."

"What?!"

Harry arrived home to an empty house feeling utterly mentally exhausted. He had managed to keep up his "I'm fine, everything's okay" –façade through his meeting with Kingsley and with his colleagues when he announced his leave of absence, but now that he was back home inside the walls of his training room with no one to see him he let his emotions run free.

He felt angry. Angry at his trainee team for putting into his business, angry at Ginny for making him promise to quit his job, angry at having to fight with Draco, angry at Draco for being right, angry at his situation, but most of all angry at himself.

Why did he have to put himself into that situation in the first place? He should have just kept his promise and stayed at home. He could have found something else to do. But he hadn't and now Draco was mad at him and refused to talk to him.

The first thing Harry had done when he had come home was to check if Draco was there. He wanted to talk things through with him – apologize. He didn't want to fight. He wanted to be with him, do the things they did, in what felt like were going to be his last days. He wanted to banter with him, argue about stupid things like they did every day, and hold him in his arms while they were sleeping after a round of lovemaking, for that's what it was for Harry. And now after Draco's slip up in his office… maybe it was like that for Draco too.

Harry wanted to know what Draco had meant by what he said. Did he really want to spend the rest of his life with Harry? Could he really feel the same as Harry did for him? Harry wanted to know. He needed to know. But Draco was nowhere to be found and all Harry could do was to wait for him to come back.

To come home.

Harry changed his clothes to his usual training gear, but left his shirt off, and turned to his punching back. He really needed to physically hit something and get his aggression out of his system before he could try to find Draco. He started punching the bag in a rapid pace with every bit of strength he had in him.

He felt so angry.

Why did it have to be him? Punch. Why did it always have to be him? Punch. Why was he the favorite chew toy of Fate's? Punch. Why every time something good happens to him he can't be happy about it? Punch. Wasn't saving the world enough? Punch. Wasn't losing everyone he loved enough? Punch. And now, when he for the first time in his life finds someone he truly loves, someone he wants to spend the rest of his life with, it's his school rival. And on top of that he's dying. Punch. How is that fair?!

Punch.

Punch. Punch. Punch.

And he's so tired. Why can't he be allowed to be truly happy for once in his life? He's not ready to die. What he said to Kingsley in the office was a lie. He is nowhere near ready to leave his friends or family behind. He wasn't ready when he was seventeen and he's not ready now.

Punch.

He's scared. He knows there are people waiting for him in the next great adventure, but he's still scared. He doesn't want to die.

Not yet.

He wants to get better. He wants to spend time with his children. He wants to mend his relationship with Ron and Hermione back to where it was when they were young. He wants to tease Ginny about her relationship with Oliver. He wants to go back to work. But most of all he wants to tell Draco he loves him and hear him say it back.

Harry lands a final punch into the punching bag before falling to the floor so exhausted he can't even keep his glamour up anymore. He's covered in sweat and tears he hadn't even noticed had started to fall. For a few minutes he stares into his aching hands not really seeing them, before he finally let's go.

He lets the tears run down his face for the first time since he found out about his illness. He lets it all out and cries for his children, for Ginny, for his friends, for himself… for Draco.

And that is how Albus finds him half an hour later.

"Dad?" He asked cautiously seeing the shaking form of his father.

"Al?" Harry croaked instantly trying to collect himself. He didn't want his children to see him in such a vulnerable state.

"Are you okay?" Albus asked concerned.

Harry was silent for a few moments rubbing his face tiredly.

"No, Albus. Not really." He said finally. There was no point denying it anymore and frankly he didn't have the strength to even try.

Albus nodded in understanding.

Harry had always felt more connected with his youngest son than the others and not only because they looked alike. Albus was very much like Harry in personality, although they did differ in many things as well. The point was that Albus more often than not understood what his father needed and the other way around.

"Is there something I can do?" Albus asked.

"No." Harry shook his head. "Just… be there like you've always been. Seeing you kids do well, makes me happy."

"Not what I meant dad." Albus said quietly.

"I know." Harry said with a smile that was more of a grimace.

"Well, you can do one thing" He said. "You can help your old man up."

Albus pulled him up and Harry smiled at his son.

"Don't worry about me Al. I'll be just f…" Harry trailed off as a strong dizzy spell hit him and he collapsed on the floor.

"DAD!"

A/N: Thanks for reading! Please review and tell me what you think.

The end is near now. Will Harry survive or not and is Draco really pregnant?

- Dalnim