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Harry hurried up the path back to the school hoping to catch his husband in an amorous mood. He waved back at the people who called out to him on his way but didn't stop to talk. He gave the password to the painting and smiled softly at the sight that greeted him, only slightly disappointed.

Draco looked angelic as he lay there, on the white-cushioned chaise. His hair was fanned out and he had his hands on his belly, as if to protect the twins from anyone who might come barging in. A short note on the coffee table told him that Narcissa and Lucius had left a short while ago and that Draco seemed very tired.

So Harry called for a house-elf and asked for a light dinner to be served here in their suite. When it arrived, Harry knelt next to the chaise and whispered Draco's name before placing a kiss on his husband's lips.

Draco's eyes fluttered open. "Harry?"

The brunette smiled. "Yes, Draco; it's me. I'm back and dinner is here."

"Oh, ok. What did the elves bring?" The blond asked feeling a sudden hunger pang.

"Looks like chicken and stuffing with lots of vegetables." Harry grinned.

He sat up and took his wand to conjure the spelled rosebud before moving to sit at the table. "Here, Harry..."

Harry looked at the rose. He knew how he felt about Draco and he didn't want to scare the blond if he didn't feel remotely the same way. "Draco, are you ready to see the results if I take that from you?"

Draco bit his lip. "I think so...why?"

"If we feel differently about each other will you be ok?" Harry asked.

"I won't flip out, if that's what you mean." The blond was beginning to get discouraged. "You conjure one, too. That way we won't be able to lie to each other."

Harry did as Draco asked. "Ok, let's close our eyes and take each other's rose. Then, we'll turn around and look." Neither man wanted to see something less than what they felt.

Draco nodded and closed his eyes as he reached for the rose Harry had conjured. He felt Harry's hand brush his as he took the one Draco held.

Both of them turned and opened their eyes.

Harry was unsurprised to see the deep red bloom in his hand. He'd even expected it. He'd desired and been fond of Draco for weeks - if not months – before the ceremony and he'd felt the deepening of that fondness in the days since. He quickly braced himself to see a pink or orange colored rose in Draco's hand – not yet daring to hope it would be as red as his own.

Draco stared at the proof of his true feelings and only hoped the rose in Harry's hand was the same deep red color. "Let's put them in our buttonholes and turn around. If they don't match we'll say nothing..."

Harry agreed and slipped the stem into his buttonhole while hoping against hope that Draco's was similar in hue. He took a deep breath and turned around to see Draco standing there with tears running down his face and a deep red rose in his buttonhole.

"You love me too...?" Harry whispered trying to swallow his own tears.

Draco nodded and reached out to him. "You're so kind and caring with me, Harry...you never hurt me - intentionally or otherwise...we haven't fought since the first day we went to Hogsmeade - not even about my father - and I'm not trying to be easy to get along with."

"But you have been easy to get along with, Dray." Harry smiled as he wrapped his arms around his husband. "You've not disobeyed the laws or the things I've asked of you. You haven't spoken ill of my friends or hexed anyone in weeks - outside of that funny prank on Pansy, while we were still dating. You haven't masturbated... have you?" He looked into Draco's silvery grey eyes.

The blond blushed and shook his head.

Harry grinned. "Your father hasn't been as aggravating as I'd expected he would be, so there's not much to argue about, there. I'm not a terribly unreasonable person, love."

They kissed and sat down to eat. The chicken was roasted with rosemary and thyme. The stuffing was moist and fluffy and the vegetables were sweet and buttery. Draco did think something was missing though, and called an elf to bring them apple sauce. The empty dishes were removed by the elves and replaced with treacle tart, cookies, pies, cakes and pudding.

Harry dug right in but looked up mid-bite to see Draco's lip trembling. "What's wrong, love?"

"No ice cream..." Draco looked so sad.

"It's ok, Dragon; I'll send an elf to Fortescue's in Diagon Alley. What flavor would you like?" Harry hurried to call the elf.

"Tin-roof sundae...it's like someone took a block of vanilla ice cream and swirled fudge, peanut-butter and caramel through it and than scattered chocolate covered nuts of some kind into it too." Draco whined. "It's like heaven in a bowl, Harry, especially with rainbow sprinkles, whipped cream and a cherry on top!"

Harry's eyes twinkled as he patted Draco's hand comfortingly. "It'll be ok, Dray. The elf will bring you back a whole gallon and keep it in the kitchen just for you. You can have it whenever you want." He looked at the elf who was staring at the teary-eyed blond wizard. "You heard Draco; we'd like a whole gallon of Tin-roof sundae ice cream from Fortescue's. With all the soon-to-be pregnant witches and wizards you might want to stock up on all sorts of flavors."

"Yes, Mr. Harry Potter, sir. Right away!" The elf Disapparated instantly.

Harry put a spell on the table to keep the desserts fresh and tried to comfort Draco while they waited.

An elf popped in less than ten minutes later with a big bowl of the requested dessert. It was topped with whipped cream, rainbow sprinkles and a cherry. The elf placed it on the table and bowed to them.

Draco ran over to the elf and hugged it. "Thank you so much!"

Harry wanted to crack up seeing this, but didn't want to offend Draco, so he just scooped up some of the ice cream and held the spoon up for his pregnant husband.

Draco left the elf and came right back to the table. He didn't bother taking the spoon from Harry, at first and just gobbled up what Harry fed him. He moaned and groaned each time the cold treat melted in his mouth.

Harry was getting aroused with all these noises and watching Draco's lips wrap around the spoon time and time again, so he handed the spoon over and ate his blackberry pie. Between bites of pie, Harry asked; "Dragon, are you still tired?"

"No, Harry, why?" Draco looked at him and slipped the spoon into his mouth again. "Mmmm...!"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Because you're driving me insane with those sex noises over there, and I want you so badly right now."

The blond smirked at him as he licked the last of the ice cream off of his spoon. "Good, I can't wait!"

Harry grinned and took the last bite of pie from his dish and swallowed it before picking Draco up and taking him into their bedroom. As he placed Draco on their bed, he smirked. "I hope you'll let me taste that ice cream sometime, Dragon...It sounded like something I'd really enjoy..." He lay down next to the other man and covered Draco's mouth with his own.

The blond responded instantly, moaning in want. "Touch me, Harry; please?" Draco whined, grasping at Harry's shoulders.

"Of course I will, my love." Harry grinned down at him. "I'm going to make hot passionate love to you."

Draco smiled back. "Really?"

"Yeah...I want to show you what it means to me that you love me..." Harry nodded and kissed Draco's Adam's apple, making the blond moan. "I want to show you what it means to me that you're carrying my children." He kissed Draco's belly through his clothes.

"Don't you want me to undress, Harry?" Draco asked shyly.

"Nope..." Harry winked and began to unbutton the blond's shirt. "I want to do that for you, love." He carefully undid each button and spread the material before kissing his pregnant husband's chest. By the time Harry finished pleasuring his dragon, it was deep into the night and they both drifted off into a restful slumber.

The next day, Harry and Draco were sitting in the Great Hall for breakfast with Neville and Seamus who had just found out they were expecting and started discussing names for their child.

"Well, my dad's name is Frank and your dad is called Timothy. I think we should name our son after both of them. Timothy Francis Longbottom would be a good solid name." Neville suggested in a reasonable tone.

Seamus shrugged. "My family has so many boys named Timothy, though, Nev. Couldn't we pick something different…something that would feel more like his own?"

Neville frowned. "That makes sense. Ok; I guess we'll have to keep thinking for a while." They finished eating and left a few minutes later.

"You know, that's something we should start talking about, Draco. Names..." Harry said softly after the other couple had gone. "I know we've got a while before the babies get here, but they'll need names. Draco, do you have any ideas? Should we go for constellations or flowers? Maybe we should do something totally new..."

"I was thinking of Braxton Aloysius for our little boy and Wisteria Asphodel for our lovely princess." Draco said dreamily.

"What?" Harry protested. "Those names are SO ridiculous, Dray!"

"Why? What did you think we would name them? James and Lily?" Draco scoffed.

Harry bit his lip. "Well, I had considered it."

"Harry, no. Those names don't mesh well with the Malfoy name!" Draco shook his head.

"Well, they're not just Malfoys. They're half Potter!" Harry huffed. "James Malfoy-Potter sounds ok doesn't it?"

"Look, Asphodel is a type of Lily so why can't we use that?" Draco questioned his husband. "I suppose James wouldn't be bad for a middle or third name."

"Third name! You're joking, right?" Harry laughed. "How many names do you think our children should have?"

"They should have at least three names, of course, Harry. It's only respectable, I mean; Dumbledore had five." Draco smirked.

Harry sobered at the reminder of his old mentor. Specifically he recalled Dumbledore stepping forth as witness before the wizengamut back at the start of fifth year. He'd announced himself as Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. "I'll agree to no more than four names, Draco." The brunette sighed. "They'll have Malfoy and Potter as the last two."

"Be reasonable, Harry!" Draco protested. "Malfoy-Potter has become my last name. It is now one name and our children will share it."

Harry turned to face the blond fully. Draco's expression was full of worry and hope. Seeing this, Harry closed his eyes and carefully considered Draco's words. He was right and Harry knew it. Not only that, but Harry realized he was being an ass. "You're right, Draco. I'm sorry."

Draco's eyebrow rose in curiosity. "What am I right about?"

Harry took a deep breath. "Our last name… Our children will share it with us."

Draco stared at the brunette. "What are you saying? You'll add Malfoy to your name?"

"Yes…I'm now Harry James Malfoy-Potter…and we'll discuss baby names another time." He smirked shyly.

"You mean it?" Draco whispered in awe.

"Yeah; I do." Harry chuckled softly. "We're a family and we should all have one last name."

Draco's face lit up. "I-I'm so happy you said that."

"Me too, love." Harry smiled and picked up their books. "Now, let's get to class."

Hi everyone!

Well then: It begins... the Name War! LOL! I hope you all have suggestions for me! I want some normal names and some ridiculous names! I want flower names and constellation names! I want some totally outdated names that we NEVER hear anymore! H and D are about to have some more company in the 'Parenthood' and all those babies will need names! Have some fun with it! See you Sunday!

Lori