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Chapter 4

Harry's mouth dried out. "I thought everything was said," he remarked dumbly. What was he supposed to think of this? Draco wanted to talk about the baby? He wanted to discuss them? What was there to discuss? They had slept together when they shouldn't have, when they were not in a clear state of mind and now their friendship was screwed over, because Harry couldn't have brought himself to do the right thing sooner.

Draco snorted harshly and shook his head, replying impatiently, "Of course not! Are you really that dim?"

Harry swallowed back the harsh retort that wanted to be unleashed. He would gain nothing from antagonizing Draco further; not with how fragile everything was now. "I told you, you don't need to feel obligated to do anything. I can take care of the baby on my own; I don't need your money or anything."

"Why, Harry, I never thought you would be one to deny a child to see its father." Grey eyes glinted oddly in the light of the fire.

"What?" Harry stared bewildered at the blond man, rearranging himself until both of his feet were firmly planted on the floor in case he needed to move quickly. "I would never do that!" he protested outraged.

How could Draco think he would ever deny his child to see its other father? Did he really think so low of Harry now that he would suspect him of planning to do that?

"Then what do you think you are doing now?" Draco barked impatiently, waving his hand wildly, "You're basically denying me the right to see my own child!"

"I'm not doing that! You can see the baby if you want to, but I don't want you to feel obligated!" Harry retorted hotly, sitting up straighter. "This whole situation is already fucked up; I don't need my child to feel like he or she is an obligation to their father! No child deserves to feel like he or she is just a chore. If you really want to see the baby, fine, we can work something out. I just don't want …"

"Work something out?" Draco repeated incredulously and his tone was enough to silence Harry, who looked at him bemused. "What? Like visiting rights and all that crap?"

Harry told himself to remain calm; there was no point in getting worked up now. Focusing on his breathing to calm himself, he answered, "Well, yeah; we could work out a schedule or so. If you want, the baby can live with you for a week or so if Astoria won't mind that. Or you could visit the baby here, if she doesn't want him or her in the Manor."

"How generous of you," Draco sneered and took a step closer, making the dark haired man tense up and eye him warily. "So you've got it all worked out already, huh? Perfect Potter has planned everything out, like usual!"

Harry deflated with a sigh; all signs of rising anger disappearing like smoke. He was too drained to continue the fight now. What was the point in arguing?

"Look, I don't know how to tell you I'm sorry, all right? I know I shouldn't have slept with you, but I did," he murmured, raking a hand through his hair. "I should have told you we slept together, but I didn't. I shouldn't have kept the baby a secret for this long, but I did. All I can do is apologise now and try to work something out. You want to see the baby? Okay, fine, we'll work something out, a visitation schedule or something. We can put it on paper if you don't think you can trust me to keep my word." The last comment slipped out rather bitterly and he chided himself for that. He had no right to feel bitter after everything he had done to Draco.

Silence filled the space between them and Harry couldn't find it in him to look up. He was tired, completely numb and he just wanted this God awful day to be over with so that he could go to sleep.

The slight 'creak' of the low coffee table informed him that Draco had sat down. He could feel the heavy gaze of the grey eyes he had enjoyed looking at so much, but he refused to look up now.

Please, just say what you need to say and leave. I can't handle any more fighting at the moment.

He needed time to be alone and to try to mend his broken heart. Sure, he had known before that he could never have Draco, but this whole situation had just shattered all his pathetic daydreams and made it quite clear to him that he had only been entertaining stupid thoughts. He had known from the beginning he had no chance, and yet it was only now that that knowledge really hurt.

"Astoria won't want to see the child," Draco informed him in a curt voice.

Harry looked at him secretly through the too long fringe of his hair and saw how Draco was staring at his locked hands. "Ah, well, you can come and see the baby here then. I won't refuse or try to stop your visits," Harry replied softly, rubbing tiredly over his forehead. "I don't know if you're planning on informing your mother, but …"

"Why did you agree to sleep with me?"

Harry's mouth fell open in pure shock at hearing that blunt question. "Excuse me?" he asked weakly.

Draco looked at him rather intently. "You heard me the first time. If you weren't as drunk as I was, then why didn't you refuse me? I somehow doubt it had anything to do with a Gryffindor's honour or you wanting to prevent me from being turned down. Or even to avoid bruising my ego." His lips twitched a bit.

"I … Does it really matter?" Harry asked uncomfortably, turning his head away. He felt his cheeks heating up and cursed himself for getting so embarrassed. They already had sex together; why would he blush about talking about it?

"Hm, I'm just curious, you see. You never really gave me a clue that you wanted me like that," Draco stated and shifted his right foot.

Harry felt very much out of his depth right now. Draco sounded honestly curious, not angry at all and he just couldn't comprehend why Draco would ask something like that. Why did he need to know why Harry hadn't refused him? To berate him? To make fun of him? To laugh at him for believing he had a chance with him?

"It doesn't matter," he spoke curtly and stood up abruptly, needing to put as much space between them as he could. He took a step towards the door. "Let me grab some paper and then we can write down a schedule."

Cool, slender fingers encircled his wrist and the dark haired man froze as if he was hit by the Trickling Icicle charm.

"It matters a lot to me," Draco retorted coolly. He wore a look of determination when Harry glanced at him.

The pregnant man let out a sound of utter frustration. Really, nothing was going his way today it seemed.

He wrenched his hand free and stalked over to the fireplace, crossing his arms in front of his chest while he leant across the newly painted wall. Grey eyes tracked his process across the room and the man shifted around to face him. "Because I wanted to, okay?" Harry snapped and the burning feeling of shame flared up again, making him look away despite his resolve to not appear weak. "I wanted it and when you offered, I couldn't refuse. So there."

But of course the blond was not satisfied with that answer; when had he ever made Harry's life easy after all?

Draco tilted his head to the right, his eyes slightly narrowing. A contemplative look settled on his face. "Wanted to? How long have you wanted me?"

"Who says the attraction wasn't a one-time thing only?" Harry replied sharply, scowling at the other man. Did Draco really need to keep digging? What, was he waiting for a chance to humiliate him by mocking his feelings?

"Oh please, we both know that you are not the type to have one-night-stands," Draco snorted and rose up from the table, sauntering over to the dark haired wizard, who inwardly cursed when he realised he had trapped himself against the wall.

"Maybe you don't know me as well as you think you do," Harry sneered and that made the blond chuckle.

"I think I do, so why not cut the bullshit and tell me how long you've fancied me?" Draco halted a feet away from him, blocking his only escape route.

A poisonous glare was his answer, "For what reason? So you can mock me?" He blinked rapidly, hoping to every deity out there that he wouldn't start crying now. He had never hated his hormones being messed up as much as he did now. His hand discreetly slipped down to grab his wand; he didn't want to use magic on Draco, but he would if he kept being so pushy.

"Why on earth would I mock you?" Draco inquired incredulously and he looked at Harry as if he was crazy for even coming up with that notion.

Harry evaded that question – it sounded rhetorical anyway. "Look, I seriously don't understand why you need to know how – how long I've fancied you." He swallowed, starting to become more and more uncomfortable with every second that passed. "Can't we just focus on the schedule? And then you can go back to the Manor. They're probably looking for you."

He didn't even bother anymore trying to ask Draco what he was doing here, instead of being bounded to Greengrass. The chances of him actually getting a decent answer to that were slim to none.

"I lied earlier," Draco said abruptly.

"What?" Harry blinked, confused at the sudden turn in their conversation. The tight grip on his wand loosened a tad. What was Draco talking about? Lied earlier? When?

Grey eyes looked away, seemingly flustered, which only served to bewilder Harry even more. "When you asked me whether I remembered the night of my bachelor party," he admitted in a low tone.

"Oh." Not his most eloquent answer, but really, what was he supposed to say to that?

"I do remember catching up with you in the hallway," Draco continued in the same low voice. "I can recall us kissing," Harry felt his cheeks redden again when his own memory of their heated kiss popped up in his mind, "and I can recall some bits and pieces of us having sex. Not the whole thing, mind, but I do remember quite a bit from that night."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Harry asked and he tried his best to keep his anger at bay. It would be useless to get angry now, when everything was over and done with, but why the hell had Draco never mentioned that he remembered them kissing and sleeping together? Why had he kept silent about that?

A hint of his anger must still have slipped through, for Draco turned to look at him again with a wry smile tainting his lips. "You didn't say anything about it when we saw each other again. I figured that you were either too embarrassed or too drunk to have remembered what you did, so I decided to keep silent about it."

"Then why bring it up now?" Harry asked tersely. Was this Draco's way of taking some revenge? What did he want from Harry?

"Why indeed?" Draco mused and spread out his hands, "Because everything has changed now."

Harry huffed and scowled at him. "How many fucking times do I have to tell you that nothing needs to change? You live your life, I live mine and we'll settle on a schedule for the baby. Nothing else needs to change."

"You see, that's where you're wrong," Draco informed him dryly and raised his hands higher up in the air, allowing the light of the fire to illuminate them. "Tell me, Auror Potter, do you notice anything different?"

"What the hell are you …" Harry's breathing hitched when his attention was caught by one particular detail and he stared shocked at the blond, not daring to allow the seed of hope to grow. He had to be wrong; there was no way Draco would …

"For all that Gryffindors are brave on the battlefield, they suck when it comes to love," Draco informed him casually, his eyes trained on his ring finger – which was bare. "We could have avoided all this crap if you had opened your mouth a bit sooner, Potter."

"Don't make fun of me, please," Harry whispered; his own green eyes fixated on the bare finger. "It's not funny."

He wouldn't be able to handle it if Draco had raised his hope all for nothing.

"I know I can be a real bastard at times, Harry," Draco spoke quietly, finally lowering his hands so that he could look at the dark haired wizard earnestly. "But this is a matter I won't ever joke about. If you really don't feel anything for me anymore, then I won't push you. We'll write up a schedule and we'll just stay friends. But if you still feel something for me, I'd like you to give us a try."

"Is it because of the baby? Because if that's the reason, you can fuck off," Harry told him flatly, though inwardly confusion, suspicion and hope were quarrelling with each other. Could he really dare to hope? Was this really happening? Or was it just because Draco felt obligated to do this? He wouldn't be a chore, an obligation. He was worth more than that.

"When have you ever known me to inconvenience myself with someone's presence?" Draco rolled his eyes. "Do I really need to spell it out for you?"

"Yeah, apparently you need to. Excuse me for not believing that you want to try a relationship with me," Harry retorted sharply and narrowed his eyes. "You were planning on getting married today, Draco. Can you really blame me for not believing this has nothing to do with the baby? If I had never told you about the baby, would you still have given up Astoria?"

Draco was quiet for a few minutes. "I don't know," he answered slowly. "I probably would have gone through with the wedding. But … I don't think I would have been able to stay away from you. There were a lot of times the last couple of months when I contemplated putting a stop to the wedding. But I wasn't sure what you felt for me, and I figured it would be stupid to blow off the wedding for someone who was never mine to start with. I'm not proud of that, but it's the truth. If I had had even the smallest inkling you returned my feelings, I would have stopped the wedding preparations immediately."

"How long?" Harry asked after a heavy pause. He stared at his feet, trying to swallow past the lump in his throat. This felt so surreal … Maybe he had fallen asleep in the armchair?

Draco understood his question immediately. "For nearly a year I think? Although I guess Pansy will tell you that I've fancied you ever since our sixth year." The chuckle he released was brittle in nature. "And she could be right. I don't know. My feelings have always been one giant mess since I met you."

"What do you want now?" Harry whispered, tilting his head up so that he could properly look Draco in his eyes.

It wasn't hard grey stone that gazed back at him, but soft, warm silver, which made him shiver slightly. "I want you," Draco replied easily, as if it was the simple truth and nothing more needed to be said.

It probably was this easy for him.

But Harry … Was he really going to risk it? Was he really willing to risk his heart on the small chance that he and Draco would be able to work out? There was no guarantee they would be able to tolerate each other in the romantic sense. They had quite a past together, after all.

But … He had been willing to take a risk five months ago. Why not take it again? Worst case scenario: they wouldn't work out together as a couple. At least they had tried then.

It's better, he decided and raised his hands to place them softly on Draco's cool cheeks, to have risked it than not having tried at all.

Draco's hands covered his own and he smiled wryly. "So do you want to give us a chance?"

Harry nodded slowly, offering a faint smile. "Yeah, I'm willing to try if you are."

When their mouths met, it wasn't the raging inferno of the first time, but a sweet, soft kiss that left the dark haired man quite lightheaded and giddy. A hand slipped down over his arm and shoulder and then appeared on the middle of his back, urging him closer.

Their fiery first kiss had shown them how passionate they could be – this kiss conveyed their buried feelings for each other perfectly, their breathing harmonized; their bodies fitting perfectly together despite the presence of Harry's rounded stomach.

Then the kiss grew in intensity. This time there was no need for second guessing or feelings of wariness. This time, Harry let himself go from the very beginning.

Their second time together was even better than their first time. Maybe it was because there was no rush now: their touches were languid, slow, almost to the point of lazily tiptoeing that line. Maybe it was because the touches, the caresses, the hands gliding over skin felt more loving than during that one night five months ago.

Or maybe it was because this time Harry was secure in the knowledge that the blond man currently kissing and nipping in his neck was now completely his. He probably should feel guilty about hurting Greengrass – she might not have been in love with Draco, but she certainly had liked him enough to accept his proposal – but he couldn't bring himself to feel guilty. That fact alone should have brought on the guilt – how could he hurt an innocent woman like that? – but all he felt was breathless anticipation, growing pleasure and hope.

Hope for a future together.

"What are you thinking about?" Draco murmured in his ear, closing his teeth around his earlobe for a few seconds.

"You," Harry smiled and turned his head to catch the slightly swollen lips against his own, pulling the blond man closer.

Hands disappeared from underneath his thin sweater and tugged at the material. "Take it off," Draco demanded in a rough voice. His eyes glittered almost feverishly; the flush of arousal dusting his chiselled cheekbones.

Harry brought his arms up, allowing the other one to remove his shirt and shivered when grey eyes glided over his upper body, coming to a stop at his stomach.

He dropped his head, taking in the soft skin stretched over stomach; how clearly visible his rounded belly now was. Contrarily to last time he was no longer in possession of firm stomach muscles and he wondered silently whether the new changes in his body would be considered as off putting by Draco.

"So that's how it looks like without clothes covering it," Draco breathed out and surprised Harry by carefully placing a hand on his stomach, stroking it gently. "Have you felt the baby kicking yet?"

Harry had to smile at the twinge of excitement ringing through Draco's voice, "No, not yet. Shouldn't be too long anymore, though," he murmured, watching through half lidded eyes how a second hand came to cup his stomach.

"You still working on the field?" Draco furrowed his eyebrows, and shifted around on the bed, so that he ended up sitting on his knees in front of Harry.

The dark haired man shook his head, "Of course not. As soon as I heard the news, I let myself be put on non-active. I'm mainly dealing with the mountain of paperwork now, training some student Aurors and occasionally listening in on an interrogation."

Draco nodded satisfied and then got rid of his own shirt. "Good, can't have you both landing into danger," he muttered and Harry breathed out slowly when fingers started to tug at the zipper of his trousers.

Bracing his hands behind him on the bed, he lifted his hips to make it easier for the blond to pull off the trousers. While Draco turned to face him again after throwing the trousers somewhere on the floor, Harry made quick work of Draco's own trousers, removing the stubborn, stiff belt with a dissatisfied grunt and then pushed the trousers down.

While the blond stood up to kick off his trousers, Harry shuffled to the headboard, so that he could lay down against the small amount of soft pillows that had found their way in his bed over the past two months.

He looked up when the other man didn't immediately join him in the bed.

"What?" he asked bemused when he caught sight of the way Draco was eyeing him.

Draco shrugged and climbed back on the bed, coming to a stop right in front of Harry's legs, which he calmly coaxed them open so that he could sit in the new open space, "Nothing, just … No regrets?"

"No regrets," Harry confirmed and reached out to drag Draco closer, finding the distance between them fairly aggravating.

"Good." Draco nuzzled his cheek with his nose, pressing a quick kiss against the skin.

A shiver danced across Harry's spine when fingers teasingly flicked one of his nipples, which quickly hardened under the teasing ministrations and he let his own fingers glide over Draco's pectorals, enjoying the feeling of firm muscle underneath his hands, taking his time with it, knowing that he wouldn't have to hurry now.

His breathing hitched temporarily when a hot, wet tongue swiped over his hardened nubs and he brought his hand to his mouth to stifle the load moan that threatened to burst out. His nipples had always been fairly sensitive, but ever since he got pregnant, the sensitivity had increased tenfold it felt like and he couldn't help but squirm, rubbing his hips against Draco's; feeling the corresponding hardness meeting his own eagerly.

His hand was abruptly pulled away and pressed down against the mattress.

"No hiding yourself," Draco growled and pressed a hungry mouth against Harry's own, slipping his tongue inside the second Harry gasped out in surprise. Twin moans rose from their throats when their tongues curled around each other and stroked and Harry had the pleasure of hearing Draco making an odd mewl like sound when he sucked softly on his tongue.

Merlin, Draco's lips were addictive as hell; Harry found himself pressing closer, pulling the other man as tightly as he could against him while the kiss turned bruising, on the verge of being painful. He groaned lowly in the back of his throat when teeth nipped at his lower lip and pulled back, panting harshly.

"Yeah, just as good as I remember," Draco brought out; the pupils in his eyes had grown larger, the black almost swallowing the silver grey colour.

"Yeah? Good to hear," Harry murmured, bending his head to lick a line from Draco's jaw to his collarbone.

"You have anything here?" Draco asked breathlessly, while his hands wandered up and down over Harry's sides restlessly; occasionally gripping his hips tightly, before wandering back up.

The dark haired wizard decided he was quite fond of that particular tone of voice and vowed to hear it more often.

He had that chance now.

Feeling faintly giddy, he grabbed his wand, which he had placed on the nightstand, and called out, "Accio lube!"

A soft 'bang' originating from the bathroom announced the presence of the lube being transported to them. Not even ten seconds later, the tube smacked in Harry's open hand and he threw his wand back on the nightstand.

"What?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows when he caught Draco's raised eyebrow.

"You know, usually people keep that stuff in their nightstand to keep the waiting to a minimum," Draco informed him dryly, eyeing the unopened tube with barely hidden curiosity.

"Why would I keep it in the nightstand if I don't have someone with me to use it?" Harry quipped, dumping the tube on the bed.

"So, you never once …" Draco trailed off; a flush of what was perhaps embarrassment coating his cheekbones.

"Again why would I? Having feelings for you kind of ruined finding someone to have fun with," Harry retorted amused and stole a quick kiss from a flabbergasted Draco. "Now are we going to continue this or not?"

"You bet we are," Draco smirked and before Harry could stop him, he reached out and plucked his glasses off his face.

"Hey!" Harry exclaimed when his vision became slightly blurry without warning.

Draco shrugged, dumping the pair of glasses next to Harry's wand. "I like looking at your eyes without those glasses being in the way," he admitted frankly and slipped two fingers underneath the waistband of Harry's underwear to pull it down.

Flustered at the unexpected compliment, Harry barely remembered to lift his hips to help Draco remove his underwear. Of course he had heard compliments about his eyes before – aside from the old comments about him having his mother's eyes, he had to deal with a lot of 'admirers' telling him they really liked the intense green of his eyes. His eyes were one of the first things people noticed about him – the other one being his fading scar. So no, he wasn't a stranger to receiving compliments about his eyes – he had just never expected to hear such a compliment coming from Draco Malfoy.

The slight blurriness didn't bother him anymore.

Reddening at the appreciative look Draco gifted him with when he was completely naked, Harry snatched his wand from the nightstand again and with a harsh flick, Draco's underwear was removed as well. A surprised almost squeak was his reward and Harry grinned; he couldn't wait to find out what sorts of sounds Draco was capable of uttering.

Draco briefly scowled at him for removing his underwear in that kind of fashion and then rolled his eyes when Harry gave him a cheeky, unapologetic grin. While Draco was busy removing the thin plastic around the tube, Harry caressed his lower stomach, occasionally dipping down to tease him lower.

An idea popped up in his head and he licked his lips, looking up at Draco through half lidded eyes.

A triumphant noise escaped the blond when he succeeded in removing the plastic packaging, but before he could open the tube, Harry took it out of his hand, dumping it back on the bed.

"What the fuck, Harry?" Draco asked, frowning. Harry chuckled and put pressure on Draco's chest, bearing down until Draco got the hint and let himself be pushed back. "What are you planning?" the blond asked curiously; amusement lurking in the back of his eyes.

"I just realised that I didn't taste you everywhere last time," Harry murmured and leant down, his stomach resting on the bed, pressing kisses haphazardly on Draco's stomach, which started heaving up and down a tad heavier than before underneath Harry's teasing lips.

"Wait, are you sure you want …" Draco's concerned question was cut off abruptly when Harry suddenly sunk down and took him in his mouth, wrapping his hands around the parts that he couldn't reach without choking; bobbing his head up and down, being mindful of his teeth.

If his mouth wasn't already stretched, he would have grinned in satisfaction when he heard the loud moan erupting from Draco's mouth.

Draco, whose right hand shot down to clamp around his shoulders. Whose left hand buried itself in Harry's hair, weaving some locks between his fingers to tug at it softly. When Harry moaned in encouragement, Draco took that as a sign to push his head softly down; not enough force to prevent Harry from moving away, but just enough to let him know what he wanted.

Harry groaned again, enjoying the taste of Draco a lot more than he thought he would and he could feel Draco violently trembling underneath him.

Suddenly his hair was tugged at more harshly than before and Harry pulled away with a gasp, blinking surprised; hearing Draco curse softly.

"What – wasn't it good?" he asked confused. He had been pretty sure that, despite his little experience, he had been doing fairly well if he had to go by the sounds the blond had been making.

"Fuck, it was incredible!" Draco sighed and rose up so that he could grab Harry's cheeks and peck him on his lips. "But I don't want to come like that."

"Oh." Harry cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks heating up, "By all means." He pressed the tube into Draco's hand and laid back down against the pillows, which were now in slight disarray.

The clear liquid was just dribbling out on his fingers when Draco suddenly froze and stared at Harry worriedly.

"What? What's wrong?" Harry asked slightly alarmed.

"We're not going to hurt the baby when we do this, right?" Draco asked concerned.

Harry chuckled, relieved that it wasn't anything bad. "No, don't worry. The baby will be fine," he assured the blond, patting his stomach briefly.

Looked reassured, Draco placed the tube back on the nightstand and rubbed the lubrication between his fingers, warming it up. "You ready?" he asked; the lust flaring up again in his eyes.

Harry smiled and opened his legs to give Draco space. "Ready."

While a mouth sought out his again, one slender finger slipped inside of him. Harry forced himself to stay relaxed, returning Draco's kiss hungrily to distract himself from the growing pressure between his legs.

Once a third finger was added, Harry hissed softly, squirming a bit. He had forgotten how odd it felt to have fingers preparing him like that.

"Okay?" Draco peered at him curiously, his cheeks flushed; his eyes glittering brightly.

A low moan escaped him when his special spot was hit briefly. "Yeah, yeah, go on," he breathed out; his arms coming around Draco's shoulders to pull him closer.

Draco smiled and retracted his hand, before he spread out the remaining lube on him. "I think it's easier if you sit in my lap," he said in a rough voice and they moved around until Draco was sitting up against the pillows and Harry was hovering above his lap, feeling excitement racing around in his stomach.

Draco nodded, his hands gripping Harry's hips firmly, and Harry lowered himself down, closing his eyes when he felt Draco filling him up slowly.

"Draco!" he moaned and the muscles in his thighs trembled faintly when he rose up and slid down again, allowing gravity to take over that particular task.

They set a slow rhythm; Harry felt a bit unbalanced thanks to his belly and he didn't fancy toppling off of Draco's lap if he became a bit too enthusiastic.

Still, despite their slow rhythm, the fire in Harry grew, expanded until it seemed to take over his entire body, heating him up from the inside out. Their mouths sought each other out again, their kiss quickly growing passionate and hungry and Harry wouldn't be surprised if both of them ended up with bruised, swollen lips.

They both fell over the edge together, crying out each other's names while they shuddered and trembled in each other's embrace.

Shakily, Harry climbed off of Draco's lap and lay down next to him, trying to keep his breathing and pounding heart under control.

"Damn," Draco breathed out and his hand wrapped itself around Harry's.

"Yeah," Harry sighed and then chuckled.

A kiss was brushed against his forehead and he looked at Draco intently, feeling his throat close up a bit when he was met with a look full of adoration and love.

"You're mine now, right?" Draco murmured against his lips and he slipped his arm around Harry's chest.

"As long as you're mine," Harry murmured and the kiss they shared now was filled with their love for each other – even if they hadn't said it out loud yet.

They had time, Harry knew. They didn't need to rush saying something as heavy like that. For now it was enough that they were together.

The sound of the Floo spitting someone out broke the moment and both men stared at each other in shock when Hermione's voice called out angrily, "Harry James Potter! You have some explaining to do!"

"Do you want me to hide?" Draco whispered; a smile tugging at his lips.

"No, it's better to get this over with," Harry grimaced and sat up so that he could collect his clothes in order to confront his irate friend. This was not how he had expected this day to go.

Arms slipped around his waist, caressing his bulging stomach and a tender kiss was pressed in his neck. "We'll handle this together."

A smile bloomed open on Harry's face and he squeezed Draco's arms faintly, leaning back against his chest, feeling the reassuring presence behind him.

Together.

He liked the sound of that.

AN2: And this is the end of this particular story. I hope you liked reading it - I know I liked writing it ^^ Please leave your thoughts behind in a review for the last time!

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