Harry slept on the sofa in Draco's sitting room that night and woke when Draco stumbled out of his room to use the loo. Harry was up as fast as he possibly could, following after Draco. He wasn't fast enough, because Draco had the door shut and locked with a spell before he got there. Thus he knocked and called, "Draco?"

Draco didn't respond. There was the sound of urine hitting water, followed by the sound of running water, and then the door opened again. Finally Draco stumbled out of the loo into Harry's waiting arms.

"Draco? Are you alright? Your mum said you need to eat something," Harry said. A pair of unseeing grey eyes looked up at Harry. "Right, that's a no then. Well we'll just have to take you to the dining room for supper."

Harry wrapped one arm under Draco's armpits and together they made the trek downstairs to the dining room. Harry called Bobbie, the disfigured kitchen elf, directly and asked for a plate for Draco. Bobbie had set something aside for Draco already, so she quickly warmed it up and made it appear on the table. Harry had to lead Draco to the chair and put the fork in his hand, but Draco ate on his own.

Draco finished the large plate of food rather quickly for someone in such a zoned out state. The empty plate vanished and was replaced with a large slice of hot apple pie with ice cream.

"Hey, how come I wasn't given any apple pie with dinner? I only got that pudding," Harry complained.

"Apple pie is reserved for Master Draco. Auror Potter may have more pudding," Bobbie replied, appearing suddenly in front of Harry.

"No thanks. Never mind then," Harry grumbled. He was tired, it was the middle of the night, and he had a pregnant zombie on his hands.

Once Draco ate, Harry led him back to bed. He couldn't help the temptation and crawled into bed with his husband. Only moments later, Dobson popped into the room. The elf said only, "Dobson is fetching Mistress Narcissa to take care of Auror Potter, sir," before disapparating away.

Harry jumped out of Draco's bed then. Cissy didn't immediately appear, so he walked over to the other side of the bed, leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Draco's cheek. It was then that Cissy appeared.

"I warned you Harry that I would not tolerate you taking advantage of my son. Now I really must insist that you go home," Cissy said sternly.

"But I didn't do anything! I was only putting him back to bed! He woke up and I made sure he ate, just like you said!" Harry protested.

"And climbing in there with him, from what Dobson said. I saw you kissing him just now. Do you think he would have consented to either, had he been awake?"

"No, sorry…" Harry muttered.

"Now go home and you are not to come back until the morning."

Harry grumbled some more, but Cissy was insistent, so he left. He went home and back to sleep. His alarm woke him at the usual time and it occurred to him then that he'd forgotten to notify his boss of the family emergency. Draco had taken his owl, Talon, with him when he left, which Harry had sent off with notes for Molly and Hermione last night. Harry thought he had no owl to send out with a message, but then he noticed Ron's owl Pig flying around the kitchen, having been let in by Hissy, the new house elf.

There was a long and somewhat jumbled note from the Weasleys attached to Pig's leg. It was composed of several sections, each written in a different hand, by a different Weasley.

Ron's note said only, "Congratulations! How did this happen?"

Hermione's note followed. It also expressed congratulations, before insisting that Harry was to call off the divorce, apology profusely, and beg forgiveness. She had never been a big supporter of the divorce in the first place. Harry thought about writing her back that he'd already done all of that, but thought better of it, because he had a more important use for the owl.

Molly's note was full of chastisements for Harry, asking how he could've missed something like that and criticizing his previous treatment of a pregnant man. Then there was a list of things she insisted that Harry do, such as checking on Draco's health and making sure Draco was getting enough rest. It was rather long and made Harry's head hurt to read it, so he skipped to the next one. He'd go back and reread it later.

The next one was from Ginny, which read only, "Way to go Git."

After that was one from Arthur, apologizing for Ginny's comment, before extolling the virtues of communicating with one's partner. There was a bit about being in tune with one's spouse being necessary for any healthy relationship. It refreshingly didn't cast a shadow of blame on Harry, unlike the other notes.

Harry cast the scroll of parchment down on the kitchen table, telling the bird, "Stay put Pig. I'll be right back with a letter for you. " He then rushed up to the drawing room.

Harry wrote a letter to his boss, Head Auror Robards, stating only that there was a family emergency involving Draco that he had to attend to today. Then he rushed back down to the kitchen and tied the note to Pig's leg. "Now I need you to take this to the Ministry for me. Then come find me and I'll give you another. I'll be at Malfoy Manor," Harry instructed.

Pig took off and Hissy stepped forward, asking Harry what he wanted for breakfast.

"Nothing. I'm heading back to Malfoy Manor now that it's morning," Harry replied, disappointing the young elf. "Just take care of Kreacher for me today, will you?"

"Yes Master Harry! Right away Master Harry. Hissy is showing Kreacher the right way to clean and not letting him anywhere near the stove, sir." She was a good elf and didn't mind being made to live in a box in the cellar, because Kreacher still lived in the cupboard in the kitchen. Draco, it seemed, had been right again and there really was room for two elves.

Harry dismissed the elf and went upstairs to dress. Afterwards he glanced at his watch and noticed that it was still quite early and wondered if he'd be welcome at the Manor this early. Instead he decided to write that reply to the Weasleys. This time he gave more details and assured his adoptive family that he was going to call off the divorce and do everything he could to get Draco back. By the time he finished, it was Eiona's usual breakfast time, so Harry apparated back to Malfoy Manor.

Cissy was in the dining room feeding her granddaughter and she greeted Harry curtly.

"Daddy!" Eiona squealed with delight, spluttering scrambled eggs over the tray of her highchair.

"Good morning Princess. I've written to my boss informing him that I am taking the day off. Can I spend the morning with you?" Harry asked his daughter.

Eiona replied with an excited squeal and some probable words that Harry didn't understand.

"I trust you can act more appropriate in the light of day Harry, but do not expect Draco to be up for hours yet. This pregnancy has been very tiring for him," Cissy said.

"Why is that? He wasn't nearly this tired with Eiona."

"Every pregnancy is different. Draco's symptoms this time around have been radically different from the first time. So much so that the pregnancy wasn't discovered until he was nearly three months gone."

"Surely the vomiting was the same, wasn't it? I only saw him puke the once, but it had to have happened more than that."

"From what I am aware, there was only the one incidence of vomiting. He said he frequently had a queasy stomach, but self-mediated with tea and ginger biscuits."

"Is that why he was always eating those awful things?" Harry asked and Cissy nodded.

Vile Thing delivered Harry a bowl of cereal then, apologizing on Bobbie's behalf for not having prepared him a proper breakfast. Harry waved her off, insisting that this was fine for him.

Harry spent the morning playing with Eiona, waiting for Draco to wake up. Pig returned and Harry dug out the letter for the Weasley's from his pocket to send off. While doing so, he found the note to Dromeda there as well, having forgotten to send it the night before. The Malfoy owls were back, so he sent one off with it right away. Then he turned back to his princess, who happened to be pulling a crystal vase full of flowers off of the end table. It was spelled to be shatter resistant and had an invisible shield the flowers and water couldn't pass through, but it still wasn't something the child should be playing with.

Harry took the vase from the child and put it back, saying, "This is not Eiona's toy. Why don't you show Daddy your bunny?"

With that the child toddled over to pick up her stuff bunny. She and Harry were still playing with it when Draco woke up.

"You are still here?" Draco asked sleepily, with a grunt on the end.

"Yes. Have you eaten?" Harry asked and Draco shook his head. "Well go eat and then we will talk."

Half an hour later, after Draco had eaten, dressed, and otherwise prepared for the day, he allowed Harry to accompany him in his sitting room.

"Why are you still here?" Draco asked, sitting down on his chase and pulling a throw blanket up over his baby bump.

"Because you are pregnant with my child and we didn't finish discussing it."

"There's nothing to discuss. The elves will prepare a nursery on the other side of my room. Your child support payments will double. I may even grant you supervised visitation here at the Manor."

"Supervised visitation? I get more than that with Eiona."
"Eiona will be two soon. This child will be a newborn who shouldn't stray too far from me. After all, I am needed to feed him."

"Which is why you will move back in with me at Grimmauld Place."

"And do what? Sleep on the third floor landing while you turn the storage room into a nursery? No. We are getting a divorce, which means I cannot and will not live with you. And even if we weren't, your house it too small for four people."

"I'll make room. And we're not getting a divorce. I've canceled it."

"We are too far in. You can't cancel it now without my signature and I won't sign. I've instructed my lawyer to proceed with it, even if you start dragging your heels. I figured you would, since it's the children you were after in our marriage in the first place."

"No Draco, it's not just the children. I love Eiona and I'll love this new one, yes, but I miss you so much. I can't stand this separation. I told you that I wanted to end it before you told me about this baby."

"And yet you didn't end it. You let your lawyer continue on with it."

"That's because you told me too!"

"Because I knew you didn't really mean it. You just wanted me back for sex and then you'd pack me back off to my mother's."

"No, that's not true."

"Regardless of whether it's true or not, you cannot deny that you did not want me back enough to fight for me."

"That's what this is about? You wanted me to fight for you? I tried fighting for you. I went to that bloody dinner with your relatives, didn't I?"

"Yes, but the fact that you describe it as a "bloody dinner" does not count in your favor."

"I fought for you."

"Not hard enough. Not enough to stop the divorce. You didn't even try to slow it down, or Salazar forbid, pause it!"

"I would've if you'd told me to!"

"Do I have to tell you everything?"

"Yes?" Harry's statement came out like a question.

"Why?"

"Because I'm a bumbling buffoon who sticks my foot in my arse without you there to help me!"

"That is true enough."

"So will you please, I beg you, take me back and come home with me?"

"No."

"No?"

"I've said this before Harry, it's too little too late."

"Well I am going to fight for you then."

"You do that."

"And I won't let the divorce move forward another step. I am going to fight you every step of the way."

"I wouldn't expect anything less."
"You wouldn't?" Harry asked hopefully, taking it as a sign that Draco still wanted him to fight for their marriage.

"No, I wouldn't, not now that you know I'm pregnant. If you are done, Mondays Mother and I take Eiona to visit my father," Draco replied, ending the conversation.

Author's Note: The reason I'm able to bang these chapters out on a regular basis, is that I create a chapter by chapter outline for the story, so I already know what's coming. Right now the outline is stuck with the upcoming Christmas Holiday and Eiona's birthday. By that time Harry will have worked his arse off to try to make things up to Draco, so they will be firmly on the path to reconciliation, but not there by any means. So how do you think birthdays and holidays should go between two separated people? Obviously with Draco's pregnancy he won't be planning an elaborate 2cd birthday party for Eiona and I'm debating whether she should have a party at all, or just a family dinner and an outing. As for Christmas, should they keep it simple and spend it alone at the Manor, do separate Christmases where Draco takes her in the morning and Harry takes her to the Weasleys in the evening, or should Harry use the holiday as an excuse to further get to know Draco's family and get Cissy to invite the pureblooded lot over? Do they get along or fight? Your input on any aspect of the issue is very much appreciated!

Please Review!