It was Monday August tenth when Draco woke up feeling run down. His head hurt and his body had that achy feeling you get when you're sick. Being a wizard, there weren't many times in his life when he had felt ill, so he wasn't used to it and he stayed in bed, letting Harry respond to the monitoring charms.

Draco didn't have time to be sick. He had three young babies and he was supposed to be working on his NEWTS. He'd already taken a day off last week to formalize another truce with Ronald Weasley. Since their fighting was hurting Harry, he proposed that they each agree not to ever again mention their grievances with each other in front of Harry. Ron hadn't wanted to, because it meant keeping his mouth shut and just letting his best friend continue to be married to an arse. Harry stepped in then and went off on Ron about how sick to death of the bickering he was and that it couldn't continue. Harry didn't outright say it, but it was implied that his friendship with Ron would be terminated if Ron didn't agree. So Ron had signed.

Personally, Draco thought the contract was more than fair, because they were both agreeing to the terms. He would never again be able to mention that it was Ron's fault his son was crippled, which given the fact that there was no guarantee Scorp would ever be healed, would be hard. He wasn't even allowed to mention it if someone else brought it up, but he was smooth enough to change the subject or he could always cite the contract. Ron, on the other hand, was only giving up his right to mention a number of anti-Draco statements that Harry had already said he didn't believe and didn't want to hear again.

Plus, the contract left everything up to Harry. Harry would decide how much time he spent with each of them and whether one of them was in violation of mentioning one of their past grievances. He was even in charge of doling out punishments for violations, which according to the contract would be harsh words or days without seeing or communicating with the guilty party. He hoped it wouldn't come to that, because he had no desire to punish either of them, but if this contract would stop the fighting, then he would agree.

Harry had gone around with a giant smile on his face the entire day. He was so full of hope that the arguing was done that he couldn't help but be happy. And he didn't forget that the truce was Draco's idea in the first place, which made him proud of his husband. Draco certainly liked the feeling of Harry being proud of him far better than when Harry was upset with him. That feeling alone was almost enough to make him want to play nice with Weasley.

A smile came to Harry's face as he remembered the truce, while acquiring a bottle for Sev. He gave Sev the bottle on the floor of the nursery and took Teddy and Scorp back to his bedroom for to Draco to nurse. He had thought Draco was just sleepy this morning, but when he came back into the room with a baby in each arm, Draco had his head in his hands.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked handing Scorp over and sitting next to Draco with Teddy in his lap.

"I don't feel well," Draco answered, while removing the breast pump, so that he could nurse.

"Do you think you're getting sick?"

"I hope not." While Draco was talking, they heard the pounding of little fists on the nursery wards. "You better go get Sev; I'll nurse Scorp and Edward."

Sev was in the nursery banging on the ward with one hand, with the bottle in the other, holding it up to his mouth to drink.

"Sev, couldn't you just drink your bottle and give Daddy a minute? Father's sick," Harry said, picking Sev up and taking the baby back to Draco in the bed.

Harry sat down on the bed with Sev and watched Draco nurse Scorp and Teddy. "Can I check your temperature?" he asked Draco.

"Yeah, go ahead."

Harry cast a temperature measuring spell that he had perfected from drawing all those baby baths, which revealed that Draco didn't have a fever. "No fever," he said. "Do you have any other symptoms? Runny nose, swore throat, cough?"

"No, I just feel achy and my head hurts."

"Well it's best if you stay in bed today and rest. I'll watch the boys. Maybe you should take some Pepper-up, just in case."

"Thanks," Draco said and lay back down on the bed, letting Edward and Scorp adjust to his reclined position, since he still felt horrible.

Harry called Tea Cup and asked her to bring Draco a glass of water, breakfast in bed, and a vial of Pepper-Up, which the elf did.

When the babies finished nursing, Harry put Sev down on the floor and scooped up Scorp and Teddy, carrying them each in one arm as he walked to the nursery saying, "Come with Daddy, Sev."

Harry put Teddy down on one play mat and Scorp down on another, before going back for Sev, who was out in the hall, banging on the nursery wards in the opposite direction to how he was usually stuck, since the wards didn't let babies cross in either direction. He took Sev over to the changing table where he started the morning nappy changes and dressing the babies for the day. After that he did Scorp's morning exercises and then read to the babies for a bit. It got hectic in the nursery around ten, when Teddy pooped and Sev wanted attention, but Merlin fetched Narcissa from upstairs to help.

Draco went back to sleep while Harry and his mother watched the babies. He woke up again at eleven thirty and felt a bit better. He still felt achy and his head wasn't completely right, but the throbbing pounding pain was gone, so he went to the nursery where he found Harry and the boys. He helped Harry take the boys downstairs for lunch and called Mipsy.

When Mipsy appeared, Draco said, "Bring me two bowls of sweet potatoes and one bowl of baby cereal, Mipsy."

"Right away, Master Draco Malfoy, sir. But is Master Draco Malfoy, sir, wanting to know that Master Harry Malfoy, sir, smells pregnant, sir?" Mipsy asked.

"Yes Mipsy. It's very good of you to tell me right away like this. You may go," Draco said, with a smile cracking his face as he fastened Scorp's bib in place, despite the fact he still felt awful. "Did you hear that, Harry? You're finally pregnant!"

"Yeah; I can't believe it," Harry replied sedately, as the news slowly set in.

"You better believe it! We're gonna have a daughter," Draco said, taking Harry into his arms and pressing their lips together. But his skin burned where it touched Harry's skin and his lips were shocked when they touched Harry's lips. "Ow!" Draco pulled away quickly. "What was that?"

"No idea. I didn't feel anything," Harry replied with a shrug.

"Your skin burned and your lips shocked me."

"It must have something to do with you being sick. Go sit down and we'll feed our boys," Harry said, letting his hand feel his lower abdomen.

They went back to putting bibs on their boys and then the three bowls of food arrived, which were fed to the babies. Narcissa came down and joined them for lunch and Draco nursed first Scorp and then Edward while they ate.

Harry tucked into his plate with a large glass of nausea reducing tea and said, "Cissy, we've good news." Being around Lucius and Andy so much had started to wear off on Harry and he had started calling his mother-in-law by her nickname.

"Oh? What's that dear?" Narcissa asked.

"I'm pregnant!" Harry announced.

"That's great! But why doesn't Draco look happy about it?"

"Draco still feels sick."

"Oh that's too bad. Did you take some Pepper-Up?"

"Yeah, this morning. It had no effect," Draco answered.

"Do you need me to take you to St. Mungo's, Dragon?"

"No, not yet mother."

"Cissy, where's Andy today? I want to tell her the good news," Harry said.

"She's meeting with her real estate agent; she's signing the papers today to sell her house and she has offers to look over for selling Dora's house," Narcissa replied.

"We can tell her and Father at dinner," Draco said sedately. He didn't feel like celebrating; he felt more like taking a nap, even after he'd slept all morning. He hadn't been this tired since he was pregnant.

They finished lunch and then Draco and Narcissa helped Harry back up the stairs with the three babies. Well Draco started off carrying Edward, but he suddenly felt a bit dizzy and stopped on the stairs, so that he didn't fall with the baby.

Narcissa put Scorp down in the swing and went back to get Edward from Draco and asked, "Are you alright dear? Are you sure it's Harry and not you that's pregnant?"

"Pretty sure. We've only been doing it the one way and the elf said it was Harry. I'm just sick," Draco replied, standing up and taking a step up the stairs, despite the fact that the room was spinning a bit.

"Alright dear. Call me if you need anything," Narcissa said and then took Remmy upstairs to the nursery, where she concentrated on helping Harry with the babies, but kept an ear peeled for Draco.

Draco didn't know how he made it back up those stairs, but he kept telling himself to just take one more stair at a time. Then he was up and went straight to his bed, where he passed out. He slept until the nausea in his stomach woke him. He tried to run for the bathroom, but he got tangled up in Harry's arms, because Harry had lain down with him sometime while he was asleep. He freed himself of Harry's arms and then ran for the loo, barely making it to the sink before his lunch came back up.

"Draco? What's wrong?" Harry asked, waking up and discovering his husband hunched over the sink. Like their bathroom at the Villa, Draco's bathroom didn't have a toilet, because one wasn't needed. That was starting to look like an oversight, given that Harry was pregnant and likely to suffer from morning sickness in the near future. "Isn't it supposed to be me puking?"

"Yeah, but it doesn't feel like that," Draco answered, before leaning down and letting another wave of vomit leave his mouth. This didn't feel like morning sickness nausea, it felt more like stomach flu nausea.

Draco hoped it was over and wiped his mouth, before brushing his teeth.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked concerned.

Draco spit the toothpaste out and rinsed his mouth. "I woke up and had to puke; guess I'm really sick."

"Come here," Harry said.

Harry pulled Draco into his arms, but Draco pulled away saying, "Ow! You're skin's burning me again."

"Draco, I think there's something really wrong with you; you've been sleeping all day and I don't feel any burning. In fact, your touch feels really good to me. I normally don't fall asleep so quickly, but I lay down next to you and wrapped my arms around you and it just felt so good that I drifted right off."

"Um, maybe you shouldn't touch me right now; I don't want you getting sick too. Give me a couple of days to rest and if I'm still sick, then I'll go to St. Mungo's," Draco replied, wanting to get passed Harry to the bed, but not wanting to touch Harry and risk being burnt again. Instead he turned to the sink and cast a vanishing charm on the mess. The elves could do it, but it gave Draco an excuse to stand there while he hoped Harry moved.

"Yeah, okay," Harry said and moved to grab Draco's arm to steady Draco, but then thought better of it. "It sure would be nice to have a toilet in here for when it's me throwing up."

"There is a toilet in here. It just has to be revealed." Draco stepped over to where the toilet went, but hadn't been in his memory, and cast a finite on the wall and the floor. The toilet materialized out of thin air, making this loo look just like the one in the third bedroom. With Harry pregnant, they would need the toilet.

"Brilliant," Harry said and exited the bathroom.

Draco followed Harry out and crawled back into bed, more exhausted than when he'd first lain down.

Harry thought about lying down with Draco, but didn't want to make Draco worse. Instead he went to the study and wrote Hermione and Mrs. Weasley telling them the good news. He included a mention of Draco's mysterious illness and asked if she knew what it could be. He barely got the letters written before Teddy woke up and he had to go back to the nursery to transfer Teddy to the swing.

Harry's afternoon was busy with childcare. He checked on Draco again before dinner, bringing Teddy and Scorp to nurse. Draco didn't seem to be feeling any better, so Harry called Mipsy to bring Draco dinner in bed.

Harry and Narcissa took the three boys downstairs for dinner and Harry told Lucius and Andy the good and the bad news; that he was pregnant and Draco was sick, respectively.

"This is wonderful, Harry! I couldn't be more pleased," Lucius announced and hugged Harry firmly in a manner in which Lucius had never hugged Harry before.

Harry thought Lucius must mean it too, because of the gigantic smile Lucius had on his face, like the Cheshire cat; he wished Draco had smiled like that. But then he knew Draco was really sick. Draco had smiled a bit, which was probably really hard, given how awful he was feeling.

"Congratulations," Andy said with a tight smile, although she kept her displeasure with the situation to herself. Sure it had taken Harry and Draco months of trying to conceive, but her grandson was still just under four months old. With three babies, it was far too soon for them to be having another one.

Andy stayed and helped Harry with the nightly routine of bathing the babies, changing nappies, dressing them for bed, and reading bedtime stories.

Just before bed, Harry brought Scorp and Teddy to Draco to nurse. He went back for Sev, who he brought into their bed with them, handing a bottle to. He kept Sev in between him and Draco, not wanting to touch his husband for fear that he'd make Draco worse.

"How are you feeling now?" Harry asked.

"No longer nauseous, but my head is pounding again like it was this morning."

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"No, but I'm gonna sleep in the spare bed in the nursery tonight; I'm exhausted and I don't think I'll be able to wake up and go that far in the middle of the night to nurse."

"I could get them for you. You really only have to nurse Scorp and I can give Teddy and Sev bottles."

"No, you're pregnant; you need to get your rest. I don't want you getting sick too. It will be so much worse for you, since you're pregnant."

"Yeah, I still can't believe I'm finally pregnant," Harry said with a smile and letting his hand drift down to his stomach again.

"If I didn't feel like crap, I'd take you to Grimmauld Place and shag you senseless to celebrate. I want you to know how much I love you and that baby you're carrying; I want this more than anything else in the world."

"Thanks, that means a lot to me. You can shag me when you feel better," Harry promised.

Author's Note: So they're finally pregnant! Yay! Next chapter we'll find out what's wrong with Draco. Please Review!