In the days that followed, Harry moved into Malfoy Manor. Draco provided him with a large suite of rooms, on the other side of Draco's suite from the nursery suite. The nursery suite was composed of a second nursery they were setting up in the room next to Eiona's, along with a playroom. All of their rooms combined took up the entire floor of the lived in wing. Harry had to admit that their portion of Malfoy Manor was about equal in size to Grimmauld Place, but more convenient, since there weren't stairs breaking it up.

While they were out of Grimmauld Place, Harry took the opportunity to have it remodeled, because it had displeased Draco. He'd shrunk all of Sirius and Regulus' old things and shoved them in the attic. He moved all of his and Eiona's things over to the Manor, his new rooms coming in handy. And he managed to convince Draco that he was only being overzealous in order to give this living in the Manor thing a real go and put every possible effort into saving their marriage. Draco was rather pleased with him for that.

Once Grimmauld was cleared out, a contractor was hired to come in and gut the third floor, with orders to turn it into something similar to Draco's suite at the Manor. The plan was to have one communal bedroom, loo, and sitting room for them to share, along with a small private office for each. The second floor would then have more room for the children. Each child would get a room, there would be one shared playroom, and the drawing room would remain as it was. The first floor would be unchanged, unless the contractor could figure out how to get Madam Black's portrait down.

Draco didn't know about the renovations occurring back at Grimmauld Place and Harry was hoping to surprise him with it. Maybe once it was perfectly suited to their family, Draco would want to move back in. Harry certainly hoped so, not that Malfoy Manor had been so bad. Now that he'd moved all his things into his big lonely rooms, they weren't so big and lonely anymore. But, he still spent most of his time in Draco and Eiona's rooms.

The next weekend the baby shower was held at Malfoy Manor. Unlike the first baby shower where they were all stuffed into the Weasley's living room, this baby shower was huge and took up multiple rooms. Multiple rooms that were all located in the so called Dark Wing of the Manor, because it was the wing where Voldemort and all of the other Death Eaters had stayed. The wing that was normally closed down. Harry had only been in that wing once in his life and that was during Draco's family dinner. He'd been too busy worrying about meeting all of Draco's relatives and making a good impression then that he hadn't really thought about the fact that he was eating in the same formal dining room where Voldemort had taken meals.

The baby shower wasn't to be in the formal dining room; it was to be in the ballroom. It was the largest room in the house. They needed the space, so they had to use it, despite the fact that Voldemort had thrown parties there during the war. Harry held Eiona extra tight in his arms as he entered the cavernous room with its high ceiling.

Cissy was in charge of the setup, having planned this monstrosity of a baby shower. The day's events, from the house elves serving the food, to the silly games, to the gifts, were all her doing. Draco was helping from his chaise, which had been moved into the room for the day, directing house elves around. There was an elf putting up streamers, balloons, and cuties baby themed decorations. Another elf was setting out more folding chairs, arranging them into the free spaces in the room. And a final elf was organizing the game supplies.

Freezing at the doorway, Harry's nerves got the best of him. Not only was this Voldemort's ballroom, but Draco's family was coming, even the ones he didn't like. And this was their baby shower, so it had to be perfect and he had to be there. He couldn't just freak out and ditch; he'd promised Draco he was okay with this. Only he hadn't realized until this moment that he wasn't as okay with it as he wanted to be.

Eiona squealed, "Fa-er," and squirmed to be put down. Harry did.

Draco looked up to see Harry frozen in the doorway and Eiona running towards him. He struggled to rise up off of his chaise, being uncomfortably pregnant. Once up, he straightened his robes over his bump, and waddled off to intercept Eiona from bothering the elf with the decorations, since she had veered away from him in favor of the balloons. He tried to pick his daughter up, but she was too big and he was too pregnant to manage on his own; he needed her handed to him these days. Then he tried bending down and taking her hand, but she was too short and he was too tall, which meant he couldn't hold onto her hand without bending over. Walking was hard enough without bending over; he'd never make it over to Harry like that.

"Alright, stay still Princess. Father is going to cast a levitation charm on you," Draco warned, still holding Eiona in place with his left hand circling her wrist, his right pulling out his wand.

"Fly, Fly, Fly!" Eiona exclaimed happily, knowing what a levitation charm meant.

With a murmured enchantment and a swish and a flick from Draco's wand, Eiona was floating into the air. He let go of her wrist and caught her by the ankle, before she could fly away. He'd been planning on just using the charm to get her into his arms, but she was giggling and laughing so merrily at her role as the balloon on the string, that he didn't feel like spoiling her fun. He simply left her body floating in the air as he dragged her leg with him, waddling towards Harry in the doorway.

"Weeeeeee. I fly, fly, fly, 'igh," Eiona exclaimed happily.

When the pair finally reached him, Harry plucked his daughter out of the air and settled her on his shoulders. He made sure to keep a tight hold on both of her ankles, so that she wouldn't fly away from him. This near the doorway, there was the possibility that she could hit her head on it. If not, the ceiling in this room was two stories high, meaning that he'd need a broom to get her down. "I see you turned our daughter into a Helium balloon," he commented.

Draco shrugged and said haughtily, "Needs must. I blame you for producing such short offspring. It has nothing to do with the fact that she's only two; if it wasn't for all that Potter in her, I'd be able to reach her hand without levitating her."

"Oh yeah, I'm sure," Harry replied with a grin.

Draco grinned back, before he remembered why he'd had to get up and retrieve their daughter in the first place. His face turned serious and he said, "Now what's the matter? Why didn't you come into the ballroom?"

Harry shrugged and looked up to his daughter, still on his shoulders, so that he'd have somewhere other than at Draco to look.

"Fly 'igher Daddy, fly 'igh!" Eiona exclaimed.

"No, we aren't flying higher today, Eiona," Harry replied.

"You know you already passed the big drawing room with the trapdoor to the cellar at the beginning of this hall? The one we put that big painting in front of, blocking the door, so we don't even have to look at it?" Draco asked, guessing what the problem was.

Harry sighed. "Yes, I know."

"But?"

"But didn't he use this room too? Didn't he have balls and galas in this room?"

"Two balls, one gala, but I had fifteen birthday parties in this room and sixteen Christmas galas. My parents and grandparents had their birthday and anniversary parties here too. This is even the room where Malfoy weddings are held, if the weather turns bad and they cannot have them outside in the gardens," Draco said.

"This room has a lot of Malfoy history in it, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it does. It's a perfectly fine room, just ask Eiona." Draco looked up at their daughter expectantly.

On cue Eiona replied, "Er'ec'ly 'ine room fly."

Mustering his Gryffindor courage, Harry took a big breath and stepped into the room properly. It was no different from being in the doorway, really. Voldemort was dead and gone and this was still Draco's family home. He gave a weak smile, to show his husband he was alright.

"Excellent, you can do this. Now you can sit by me the entire time if you want. My back is killing me from all this standing," Draco said, hooking an arm through one of Harry's, since both of Harry's hands were still busy holding onto Eiona's ankles. His other hand reached around and supported the curve of his aching back.

Together they made their way over to the chaise, Eiona's weight settling more firmly on Harry's shoulders as the levitation charm wore off.

Draco was still getting comfortable again on the chaise, getting the pillows behind his back just right, when Molly Weasley appeared. She was on kiddy detail today, so she kindly took Eiona from them and went to set up the nursery. Harry stayed there with Draco, helping to instruct the elves on last-minute decoration adjustments. They even stayed put once the guests started arriving, letting Cissy and the elves see to them. Then they were too busy for Harry to think about who had once inhabited this room on this side of the house.

The husbands who came with their wives were led off to a sitting room, where they waited for the festivities to end. There they looked at manly things like Lucius' fishing rod collection and the Malfoy family sword collection. One of the recurrent topics of conversation in that room was the article written about Harry's support of Fawley's criminal reform and of Lucius' impending return. There were implications to discuss among the more senior males in the family and with their wives already gathered for the shower, this was a convenient time and place for them to meet.

Between the ballroom and the sitting room was a tea room set up with drinks, snacks, and lite sandwiches. Then there was a side room set up like a nursery, to house the young children. Eiona and Teddy ran around in there with a dozen or more other children, watched by Molly Weasley, Dromeda Tonks, and a few house elves. The women of course joined Harry and Draco in the ballroom for the main festivities.

Draco remained on a chaise, Harry curled into his side, at the head of a circle. Around the circle were a number of sofas, armchairs, and folding chairs. Anyone pregnant, like Pansy Zabini, or elderly, like Druella Black, were sitting on the more comfortable seats, while everyone else filled into the folding chairs. The Weasleys and Harry's female friends, including Hermione and Luna, were there just like at the last baby shower. Neville was around, off with the men, and this time he'd sent his new girlfriend, Hannah, to deliver his present, his gran nowhere in sight. But that lot wasn't even half of the guests. The wives of a number of Aurors, as well as pretty much every female Auror there was, came. And to top it off, all of Draco's female friends and family were there.

Despite all of his apprehension, Harry didn't have any problems with Draco's friends or family that day. All of the women were in high spirits, celebrating the new arrival. Draco was lavished with praise and attention by everyone, while Harry faded into the background, partially ignored. Draco turned frequently to him, as did many of the people who were here because they knew him, but it was clear that this was Draco's day. Anyone who had a problem with Harry kept it to themselves and he did the same with them.

There were a lot of gifts; a whole pile of them in one corner of the overly large room. Half of the party time was devoted to Draco opening them. There were far fewer gifts from the Weasleys this time around. Percy's new wife Audrey and Bill's wife Fleur presented them to the new parents, since Molly was in the nursery. Harry recognized a number of Molly's handmade creations among the mix, including a half dozen baby blankets, a handful of hats and booties, and a couple little sweaters. Then there was some clothing, most of which looked like Arthur Weasley might've picked it out: covered in muggle vehicles, including cars, trucks, airplanes, motorbikes, and tractors.

Molly had taken Harry aside last week, during a dinner at the Burrow, and said, "Now Harry, don't expect as much as last time. With second children you're expected to have plenty of hand-me-downs from the first baby."

That might've held true as far as the Weasleys were concerned, but given the sheer volume of presents they had to get through, it didn't seem to hold for everyone else. Truthfully Harry was glad of all of the new things and didn't want to use hand-me-downs, because all of Eiona's things had been girly. Maybe they could be used again if they were having another girl, but with a son on the way, it was nice to be given new masculine things. Sure there were ways to glamour a flower covered swing or pram into something a bit more appropriate, but glamours had to be recast every day. The cloth could be transfigured, but never looked as nice and transfigured color tended to fade quickly.

And thanks to their friends and family, they now had everything they could need in boy appropriate colors and patterns. They got a lot of blue, green, red, and grey items. Quidditch, owl, toad, and space were common themes. They even received the new swing cover in the wizard dinosaur space theme Harry had wanted, thanks to the Zabinis. Many of the guests took Draco's suggestion and purchased only new covers for things they already had, such as the highchair and bouncer, but the pram was completely new, since it was a model for two to fit an active toddler and a new baby.

Harry was never more glad of Draco tiring out so quickly as he was on that day. It meant there was a definitive end to the festivities when Draco waddled off to rest. Harry was then allowed to beg off from the huge mass of people, leaving Cissy to see them all out. The presents would be dealt with later.

Author's Note: Sorry for the delay in posting. I've been working on writing a oneshot for the HD cliché fest on LiveJournal. It's my first oneshot and my first time posting on LiveJournal. It will be up this weekend, if you want to check it out.

As for this story, I need to start building up to its conclusion, with Lucius coming home. I was a bit stuck on what to do with this chapter, until I thought long and hard about a review from CandorGirl. Thanks CanforGirl, for the inspiration!

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