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When students began trickling into the Great Hall on the morning of November first, the first thing they noticed was the new layout of the tables and seating. The house tables had shrunk to fit only the younger years and they stayed in keeping with tradition lined up near the stage-like area where the faculty table remained while two large round tables sat on either side of the doors.

The headmistress stood at the faculty table to address the confused students. "Ladies and Gentlemen! I'd like your attention, please?"

The students quieted rapidly and she continued.

"The round tables at the entrance to the room are reserved for the newly married couples. All students aged fifteen and under will remain at their house tables. Is that clear?" She decreed. "The faculty has decided that this is the easiest way to comfortably integrate mixed House couples."

The younger students took their seats and looked around taking note that it seemed to be working. The late-rising students who came after the announcement had been made found a notice of the new seating arrangements posted on the doors as they came in and followed directions. Most of the students of marriageable age didn't associate with the younger ones anyway – unless they were siblings – so nobody seemed to have problems.

Harry and Draco were among the late-risers, so they stood at the doors for a moment to take it all in.

"Well, this is interesting…" Draco commented softly to his new husband.

Harry smirked at the blond nodding silently as they took two seats at the round table that was situated to the right of the door. The food appeared as it always did and they ate quietly. The mark on Draco's neck was remarked upon during their time at the breakfast table and Harry was late to his second class because Draco had dragged him into an empty classroom for yet another bout of marital relations. He was beginning to worry but then they got a response from Draco's parents during lunch. The Malfoy owl landed proudly in front of Harry, showing that he knew who was in charge of this marriage.

Harry took the letter and gave the stately eagle-owl a treat before opening it.

Harry,

There are several versions of the male pregnancy potion. Due to a bout of parental concern, we felt it prudent to procure the one mixed with a lust potion to ensure frequent copulation and therefore a quick impregnation so as to comply with the law. As for side-effects, my son will be excessively...amorous...until the potions wear off which will not happen until Draco conceives. Please give our best to Draco; Narcissa and I eagerly await the news of our first grandchild.

Your father-in-law,
Lucius Malfoy

Harry rolled his eyes. "Here look at this, Draco."

"I can't believe they did this!" The blond gasped in outrage. "This goes way beyond 'parental concern' to help us 'comply with the law'! Do they think I want to be thrown into Azkaban for non-compliance or did they just think I needed a potion to be attracted to you?"

"No, Dragon, I think they just wanted us to...go all night...as it were." Harry shrugged.

"I have a month to conceive – damn it! I was hoping we would have a few weeks before I'd have to deal with things like cravings and mood swings!" Draco complained with a pouty sigh.

"Maybe they thought we'd wait too long… Maybe they thought you'd be too scared to take the potion right away and we'd need to conceive in a hurry." Harry suggested giving his in-laws the benefit of the doubt.

"Well all they achieved is that I get hard at random times and..." Draco broke off.

Harry smirked at his husband before leaning close and whispering, "And beg for my cock..."

Draco frowned, shifting in his seat. "Yes..."

"And now you're getting hard for me again...aren't you?" Harry went on very quietly.

Draco bit his lip and looked down at his lap. If the robes weren't so loose, his tented pants would be on display. He didn't want to admit it...shouldn't have to admit it... "Yes, damn it, Harry. I need you...again."

Harry's smirk became a grin. "What's the magic word, Dragon?"

"Please..." Draco said softly. "Please, Harry..."

"Shhh...Relax, Dragon..." Harry soothed the blond. "I'm going to show this to the Headmistress and ask if we can't get out of classes until the potions wear off." He stood and went directly to the head table.

Draco watched nervously as the brunette marched right up to Headmistress McGonagall and handed her the note. They whispered back and forth for a few moments before she turned to the Deputy Head and the whole conversation took place again.

A few minutes later, Harry came back and said, "It's settled. We'll get the next few days off from classes to 'let the potions wear off'. McGonagall told me to call it a honeymoon and try to get you to Hogsmeade for a romantic night or two."

A smirk began to appear on the blond's face. "That sounds nice."

"It's settled, then. Let's go pack." Harry grinned.

They took one of the three rooms above the Three Broomsticks for several nights and a few of the remaining Order members took up a voluntary guard schedule to keep reporters and any left over Death Eaters away from them. Their meals were always served in their rooms and they made love often.

On the fourth morning, Draco slept far longer then he had been since he'd taken the potion and when he finally woke, all he wanted was to eat and shower.

Harry smiled as he ordered lunch for his spouse. He was tired from the near-constant sex and was relieved to know that this meant the blond was pregnant.

"What are you smiling about?" Draco grouched at him after exiting the shower.

"You're pregnant, Dray..." He said softly.

"How would you know? Did you get your medi-wizard certification while I was asleep?" Draco snarled.

Harry snorted. "No, silly; look: you woke up so much later than usual. You're hungry and want food and a shower instead of jumping on me and begging for a shag. The lust potion was only supposed to wear off when we'd conceived...You're pregnant!"

Draco's jaw dropped. "Merlin...you're right, Harry!" He looked down at his belly in awe. "I'll write my parents and the Headmistress. Today is Saturday, so we can go back to the school tomorrow and get caught up with our classes in no time at all!"

"You just write your parents; I'll let McGonagall know." Harry grinned.

"Alright, Harry." The blond's eyes sparkled.

Harry summoned the parchment and two quills and they both began to write.

Headmistress McGonagall,

Draco and I will be returning to the castle tomorrow and come back to classes on Monday. The potion has worn off and my husband is no longer showing signs of the behavior that it caused. Thank you for allowing us this small leave of absence.

Harry

Harry didn't like the idea of sending the private news of Draco's pregnancy in an owl because he was just so used to worrying about information ending up in the wrong hands.

While they were busy with the letters, a house-elf delivered their mid-day meal and Harry put a Warming spell on the food so they could finish.

Draco came over and gave him the letter for his parents. "I just basically told them that the potion worked the way it was supposed to and that other than spending a few days away from school nothing harmful happened. Is there anything you want to add?"

"Did you tell them that a lust potion wasn't necessary in the first place and that the next time they get a male pregnancy potion for us, they should get a basic one?" Harry asked wryly.

Draco's lips twitched as he suppressed his laugh. "I may have mentioned that sexual attraction isn't one of our problems."

"Good." Harry smirked. "I hope you were sufficiently sarcastic... Now, kiss me and let's eat our lunch."

"I hope my tastes don't disgust you, Harry..." Draco winced as he leaned forward to give Harry a peck on the lips. "I'm just so 'in the mood' for an MLT."

"I did feel a little weird ordering it but you're the one who has to eat it." Harry smirked. "You know, Dray; that reminds me of something."

"Mutton reminds you of something? Do tell..." Draco chuckled.

"It's just a line in this muggle movie that my aunt liked." Harry grinned. "It was called 'The Princess Bride' and there was a character called Miracle Max and he said that he really loved a good mutton, lettuce and tomato sandwich."

"Well, he had good taste." Draco said tearing into his own. "But I think it needs something…something salty."

"Would you like a pickle with it, Dragon?" Harry asked innocently.

"Oh, Merlin, yes! Harry, do you have one?" He sounded desperate as he searched his husband's platter.

Harry held up one spear of the two he'd been given with his chicken sandwich.

"Can I have it, Harry?" Draco's lower lip trembled slightly.

"Now, I know you're pregnant. These mood swings and cravings will be murder." Harry commented, bringing the pickle to Draco's lips.

"What mood swings?" Draco asked as he bit into the juicy pickle. "I just really wanted the pickle."

Harry cracked up. "Ok, so it's just cravings then..."

"Oh, shut up, Harry. It's not my fault I'm having cravings." Draco pouted. "And any mood swings I get won't be my fault either...They're yours."

"Mine?" Harry questioned incredulously.

"Yes, I'm pregnant with your child after all...so it's your fault." The blond nodded decisively.

"Oh, I see..." Harry smirked at his husband. "Nice logic."

"Thank you; now let me eat." Draco grinned and sank his teeth into the sandwich again.

Hey, everyone!

It's so good to have power! We take advantage of too many things now-a-days, you know? Power, Electricity, Gas, TV, Video games, Computers! I lost power again last night but it came back about 20 minutes later so I'm lucky...and happy to be getting this chapter posted today. I hope you enjoy it!

BTW - FiftyShadesOfMakeup - I couldn't PM you so I'd like to answer your review here: Fear can sometimes override embarrassment and our poor Draco was so focused of his fear of the pain the potion would cause that he couldn't be bothered to notice how humiliated that conversation should've made him feel.

Lori