So, here is the final chapter! Lots of stuff here. There's a tiny bit of smut. Just a little near the end. Lots of fluff and sweetness. Some angst in here too, but only a little. Please let me know what you think.

Ron felt his breath stutter and his heart pound in his chest. He and Kingsley had apparated to a spot just outside of Harry's wards. They wanted to catch the wizards before they'd gotten through Harry's wards. The problem was, the wards were already down. "No," Ron breathed, horror clawing at him and threatening to suffocate him.

"Let's move," Kingsley snapped running toward the house. Ron followed hastily.

They slammed through the door with a spell and ran into the house ready to attack. They found Harry and Draco facing off against six wizards. Their wings were spread wide and they had assumed dueling positions, carefully blocking the stairway. They looked exhausted. Harry had one arm wrapped around his own torso, his face ashen.

The wizards turned to look at Ron and Kingsley, firing spells at them, giving Draco and Harry the chance to fire off stunning spells. They let out high, shrill shrieking sounds distracting their attackers to allow Ron and Kingsley to join the fight more easily.

Harry groaned, sinking to his knees. His wings drooped and he braced himself against the wall, blood oozing from a ghastly wound on his abdomen. "Harry, just hold on," Draco urged him, shifting to shield Harry. "Hermione!"

The pounding of footsteps was heard and then Hermione and Pansy appeared throwing hexes over Draco's shoulders. They were careful to avoid his wings as they stubbornly continued to block the stairs.

"Harry. Harry, stay awake," Hermione said suddenly, ducking behind Draco to grasp at Harry's shoulders.

"No! Stay with me Harry," Draco begged, not daring to take his eyes off of the dark wizards.

In the next moment, Neville and Blaise tumbled through the floo and the other aurors rushed through the door. In a flash, they joined the fray and the dark wizards were quickly subdued.

Draco sobbed and dropped to his knees, turning to cradle Harry's face in his hands. "Harry," he whimpered.

Harry's eyelids were drooping. "S-So cold," he stuttered, his body trembling.

"We don't have time to get him to the hospital," Hermione said, swallowing down her urge to cry. "Just get him lying down.

Blaise and Pansy levitated Harry carefully away from the stairs before lowering him to the floor. Neville was pulling potions out of a pouch and setting them next to Hermione. Hermione immediately set to work.

"What happened?" Ron asked weakly.

"We felt them tearing through the wards," Draco said, his tears falling steadily. "We floo called Hermione. She came and brought Ginny, Pansy and Luna." He swallowed hard. "We sent the ladies upstairs with the egg. No matter what happened to us, we weren't going to risk the baby."

"Hermione sent me her Patronus," Neville put in helpfully. "She told me what was happening and wanted me to get her some potions. I called Blaise and had him help me."

"There were too many," Draco went on. "Harry got hit by some awful curse right before you got here. It happened so fast we..." He trailed off, his body shaking with sobs.

Ginny and Luna came downstairs warily, taking in the bound wizards, broken furniture and Harry Potter, soaked in blood. Ginny was holding the egg in her arms, determined to keep it warm.

"What is that?"

Ron scowled, infuriated that Grant dared to speak to them. But, Grant was staring at the bundle in Ginny's arms.

Draco took the egg from Ginny, gently nuzzling the warm shell as the comforting weight settled in his arms. "It's alright. I'm here," he cooed to the egg.

"How?" Grant asked, his voice full of shock.

"You don't even know what your potion actually does," Draco snapped. "Well, I'm certainly not going to satisfy your curiosity. I think rotting in Azkaban is too good for you."

The Aurors began lifting their prisoners and preparing to move them to the DMLE holding cells. Their interrogation was going to be quite thorough.

Auror Green paused and knelt down between Draco and Ron. "You'll let us know how he is?" he asked quietly glancing at Harry.

"Of course," Ron answered, his head bowed.

"Listen Weasley... Take a few days off," Green urged lightly. "The rest of us will will cover your work load."

"Thanks," Ron whispered, closing his eyes tightly.

"And, er- Congratulations Malfoy," Green said awkwardly.

Draco drew in a shuddering breath. He opened his mouth, but couldn't being himself to actually speak. Green patted his shoulder and stood up.

"All right lads," he said briskly. "Time to take out the trash as the muggles say. We're gonna have fun with this one," he added sneering at Grant. "We don't appreciate someone that'll turn against one of our own. You'll regret your treachery."

"Keep it legal gentleman," Kingsley said, his eyes focused on Harry's limp form.

"Always Minister," Green agreed, apparating away with the others.

Hermione bit her lip, anxiety pouring from her. Harry was barely breathing. She needed her potions to work faster. The curse that had hit Harry had been devastating. It had cut him open but had also burned his tissues. Merely closing the wound wouldn't have stopped him from dying. Painfully.

Draco shuffled closer to Harry, still cradling their egg. He reached out to gently stroke Harry's hair. "Harry Potter, if you die, I'll never forgive you," he said, his voice barely more than a broken whisper. "I don't want to go on without you."

A small sound made Draco hold his breath and look down. There was a crack in the egg shell. "Now?" he blurted out incredulously.

This brought a bout of slightly hysterical laughter from some of his friends. Pansy moved to hug Draco. "Whatever happens, we're here for you," she murmured tearfully. "You're not alone."

"Trying to get rid of me?" a voice whispered.

Pansy released Draco and gave a joyful cry. Harry's eyes were open and focused tenderly on his husband.

Draco passed the egg to Ron and gently gathered Harry into his arms. "Don't ever do that to me again," Draco sobbed. He sighed as he felt Harry hug him weakly.

"I'm alright Draco," Harry murmured.

"Almost," Hermione corrected, holding up another vial of potion. She looked shaken but she hadn't shed a single tear. "Drink this and you should be able to sit up properly."

Harry drank the potion without complaint. After a few moments, he sat up and stretched his wings. "I expect you to rest for a few days," Hermione said sternly.

"I will," Harry assured her.

Draco hugged Harry again, relief flooding through him. "The egg is hatching," he informed Harry with a watery smile.

"Let's get ready to have a baby then," Harry said, allowing Neville and Blaise to help him stand. He slowly made his way up the stairs, ignoring the pain in his stomach in favor of focusing on his joy. Harry settled himself in their nest, sighing in relief at the comfort it offered. Draco followed him, sitting in the nest close to his husband. Ron gingerly place the egg in Draco's lap.

"We'll wait outside," Pansy said, leaving the couple with their egg, Ron and Hermione. "We'll inform the Weasley's and your parents," she told Draco before shutting the door.

Draco barely nodded his acknowledgement, his eyes fixed on the egg. He could see the shell shift slightly from the pressure inside. The crack widened a bit and the egg wobbled slightly with the baby's movement.

"Can we help?" Draco asked anxiously. He felt like an arse just sitting their watching his baby struggle to break out of an egg.

"I don't see why not," Hermione responded. "Just be careful."

Draco pressed at the egg carefully, watching it give and crack a bit more. Harry reached over and slid his fingers along one crack until he found a spot loose enough to slip one finger inside. He tugged a bit, pulling some of the shell loose. Now that there was a little hole, Draco began opening the shell in earnest. He gave a little cry and reached into the egg.

Draco lifted out a tiny baby boy with dark hair. Hermione stepped closer and carefully severed the little cord that was attached to the baby's abdomen and then cleared his airway with a gentle spell. She handed Draco a soft towel. "You should clean him up," she said, tears finally making their way down her face.

Draco began rubbing the baby down with the towel, his heart aching as the baby began to cry. He could see the little featherless wings protruding from the baby's shoulder blades. Draco made gentle cooing sounds, as he cleaned his son off. "My beautiful baby boy," Draco said softly, accepting a blanket from Hermione and deftly swaddling the infant.

"You're good at that," Harry noted.

"I might have practiced a bit," Draco admitted, smiling as the baby calmed and blinked up at him. "He's got your hair."

"Poor lamb," Harry chuckled. "I think he's got your eyes though. And your perfect nose."

"He's amazing," Draco whispered.

"What's his name?" Ron asked moving closer for a better look.

"James Sirius Malfoy-Potter," Draco replied, kissing the baby's forehead tenderly.

"Really?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Yes," Draco answered. "I think he looks like a James, don't you? And we can use a constellation name for the next baby," he added lightly.

"The next one?" Harry asked with a smile.

Draco gently placed baby James in Harry's arms. "Harry Potter, we will fill this house with children if that's what you want," Draco said.

Harry grinned, glad that his pain had subsided enough that he could thoroughly enjoy holding his son. "Why don't we stop at two or three?" he suggested with a laugh. Draco nodded his agreement, kissing Harry sweetly.

Ron smiled happily. "I'll go make my godson a bottle," he said proudly. He left the room and a moment later, they heard loud cheering from downstairs.

Draco carefully picked up his squirming son, his heart twisting at the sound of James' pitiful cries. After a week, Draco still couldn't bare the sound of his baby boy crying. It made Draco want to cry as well.

"Everything alright?" Harry asked, stepping into the nursery with a full bottle of milk. He smiled, admiring the sight of his husband nuzzling their son and cooing quietly to soothe the infant's crying. It was a beautiful thing to behold and Harry was so grateful that this was his life now.

"Somebody doesn't like to have his nappy changed," Draco said, his voice laced with sympathy as he kissed James' face. "My poor darling. Let's get you fed."

"Want me to feed him?" Harry offered, handing Draco the bottle.

"I'll do it," Draco declined. "I'd like to be the one to settle him after making him cry. I feel terrible," he admitted quietly.

Harry nodded in understanding. Molly and Narcissa had assured them that they'd stop feeling horrifically guilty ever time their son so much as whimpered. But so far, Draco and Harry were struggling.

"I'll let you hold him after he's eaten," Draco said, watching James suckle the bottle hungrily. "I know you're dying for a cuddle."

"I just wish Rita wasn't coming today," Harry grumbled, guiding Draco down the stairs. "We could spend the whole day cuddling."

Draco smiled at the idea. He really didn't want to deal with Rita Skeeter, but Harry had made a deal. Probably best to get it over with. He glanced at his watch before moving to the kitchen to make tea. Rita would be there any moment.

There was a knock at the door and Harry moved to answer it. He waved Ron and Rita inside. "I was beginning to wonder if you planned to keep our bargain," Rita commented.

"We appreciate your patience," Harry said calmly, knowing perfectly well that Rita wasn't patient. "Please have a seat."

Rita sat down on one of the chairs, eyeing Harry skeptically. "And where is Mr. Malfoy?"

"I believe he was preparing tea," Harry said lightly. "One moment." He slipped out of the room silently.

Rita shifted uncomfortably. Ron's smug look was making her very tense.

Harry returned a moment later, levitating a tray of tea things. Draco followed him, carrying a bundle of pale green blankets. He was also holding a bottle of milk.

Rita stood up, her eyes wide with shock. She approached Draco slowly, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible. She spotted the dark hair first. And then the baby's eyes opened and she could see the bluish gray of his irises as he continued to drink from the bottle. "A perfectly beautiful baby," she noted, her voice hushed in her amazement.

"His name is James, after Harry's father," Draco informed her.

"So... this child is, in fact, from both of you?" Rita asked.

"The potion did more than give us wings," Draco murmured. "One of the changes made it so that I could conceive... I produced an egg. It hatched last week."

"Last week," Rita repeated thoughtfully, giving Draco a questioning look.

"Yes, that was the day the men at fault were arrested," Draco said. "But not before they attacked our home. Harry and I were keeping them away from the egg and Harry was nearly killed."

Rita stared at the baby. "Does he have wings as well?" she asked.

Draco carefully pulled the bottle away and handed it to Rita. He shifted James to rest upright against his shoulder before carefully removing the blanket. James had little wings that were now covered in fluffy down feathers protruding from openings in his little green shirt. They didn't look particularly useful, but Harry and Draco adored the sight of them.

Rita was a bit overwhelmed. Of all the things that she could have guessed, a baby had never entered her thoughts. Even with Harry's restrictions, the story is going to be huge. She shook off her shock and pulled a quill and notepad from her handbag, handing the bottle back to Draco. "What is it that you'd like to say?" she asked, looking between Harry and Draco.

Harry smiled and began pouring cups of tea. This had been a very good idea.

It was a few days after the interview that Ron was finally able to say what had been discovered about their case. The interrogations had been extensive.

Grant had a brother that had been killed by a veela. But it had been revenge for the man brutally raping the veela's half-veela daughter. Grant had been furious over the Ministry's lack of sympathy over his brother's death. So, he'd gathered some men that shared his disgust with the Ministry. They'd decided that they needed more power to gain control of the ministry and the Veela population. If they could change themselves to have an advantage, they'd have an easier time of it.

And so the plot to become hybrids was born. They wanted to harness the abilities of a veela with the powers of a wizard. The experiments with potions had been mostly unsuccessful until they'd begun using a very dark ritual to bind the essence of two beings together. But the veela blood didn't mix properly with wizard blood outside of normal conception. They were left to try something else.

Birds. Surely birds were close enough. All of their test subjects had died apart from Harry and Draco. They needed to know what was different about them, but it was difficult to get to them. That led to Grant attempting to poison them. They didn't dare to take the potion themselves until they knew they wouldn't be mutilated horribly by the transformation, like all their other victims.

"We nearly died multiple times just because they're stupid?" Draco demanded in an angry hiss.

"That's pretty much how it always is," Harry commented with a roll of his eyes.

Ron shrugged helplessly. "Sorry mate," Ron said. "People who are completely mental tend to do things that are completely mental. The Ministry sided with the Veela after Grant's brother died, but Grant insists that his brother was under the veela's influence."

"So Grant kills a bunch of people to get back at them? Nutter," Draco scoffed.

Harry shook his head, gently rocking James in his arms. "At least it's over," he said quietly. "Now we can all move on." He looked up when an owl tapped at the kitchen window.

Draco moved to open the window, huffing in annoyance when the owl landed on the counter top and tried to preen Harry's feathers. "That's my husband you feathery git," Draco grumbled. "Do your job and get out of here."

The owl gave Draco a reproachful look, making Harry laugh. Harry took the newspaper from the people and slid the money into the pouch on the owl's foot. The owl flew off, leaving Draco scowling at the window.

"It's just an owl Draco," Harry chuckled while Ron snorted into his teacup.

Draco gave a dignified little sniff and unrolled the paper. There on the from page was a picture of Draco and Harry with James. Their wings were spread dramatically while James was gently cuddled in Harry's arms.

They read through the article, quite pleased with Rita's work. Per their agreement, Rita didn't stay from the information Harry provided. The marriage of Harry and Draco, the birth of James and a brief overview of why they'd been in hiding was printed for the Wizarding World to see. Included at the end was a request for fans and media to respect the privacy of the new family. Harry hadn't requested that part, but he was grateful to Rita for including it. Though, he doubted people would cooperate.

"So now people know," Draco said with a little sigh. "We'll be able to leave the house some now. Though I don't care to take James out in public yet."

Harry nodded his agreement. He set aside the newspaper and smiled. "Maybe you'd like to fly with me for a bit," he said. He'd been forced to limit his activity after his injury, but he was fully healed now and eager to stretch his wings.

"I'll hold James," Ron said eagerly, holding his hands out. "You two should fly for a bit."

Draco grinned as Harry passed James to Ron. "Come on then," Draco said, grabbing Harry's hand and heading for the back door. Ron followed them out, kissing the baby's soft cheek as he went.

Draco leapt into the air, flapping his wings hard. He laughed as he rose watching Harry follow him into the sky. They circled each other, laughing joyfully and clasping their hands together. Unable to restrain himself, Draco pulled Harry into a kiss. Their wings flapped hard, keeping them up as their tongues tangled together.

"I love you Harry," Draco murmured against Harry's lips.

"I love you too," Harry replied. "So much."

Below them, Ron grinned and shook his head. "James, what are we going to do with your daddies?" he asked, smiling as the baby blinked up at him. "You're going to end up with as many siblings as I have unless those two can figure out how to keep their hands off each other."

Harry and Draco didn't return to the aurors. After all that had happened, they were content to set that part of their lives behind. Their son was precious to them and they didn't want to miss a moment him.

When James was a year old, they welcomed a second son to the family. Little Scorpius had Harry's green eyes but Draco's fair compexion and blond hair.

Harry smiled as he watched James and Scorpius chased their Uncle Ron across the dance floor. Neville and Hermione had gotten married that day and even the little ones were enjoying the reception. Scorpius was flapping his silvery wings ineffectively, his chubby legs not doing a good job of keeping up with his brother. Ron took pity on him and scooped the two-year old up while James laughed and asked to be picked up as well.

"He's so good with them," Pansy said, waddling up to Harry. Her stomach was full and round with her first child. Ron was very excited about becoming a father.

"He'll be great," Harry assured her, glancing past her to see Draco approaching with a glass of champagne for Harry and a plate of hors d'oeuvres. Sometimes it still amazed Harry how angelic Draco looked with his gorgeous white wings spread out behind him. Draco was beautiful and Harry was even more smitten than he was on the day of their wedding.

"Here you go Love," Draco said, kissing Harry sweetly and handing him the champagne. "You're looking ridiculously sexy in those dress robes. I'm looking forward to taking them off of you."

"Is that so?" Harry grinned, ignoring Pansy's eyeroll.

"Of course," Draco smirked. "I happen to know for a fact that you taste even better than you look."

Pansy rolled her eyes. "Salazar," she groaned. "No wonder Draco keeps falling pregnant."

"Two pregnancies are hardly shocking," Harry remarked rolling his eyes. He froze when Pansy looked away and Draco cleared his throat softly. "Draco? Are you...?

Draco blushed and bit into a strawberry without comment.

"You- You told Pansy before me?" Harry asked, sounding hurt.

"I only found out for sure this morning," Draco said quietly. "I was going to suprise you tonight after we put the boys to bed. It's Hermione and Neville's day after all. I didn't expect this cow to blurt it out," he said, shooting Pansy a glare. She gave him a dirty look in return.

Harry stood silent, absorbing the new information. He wasn't expecting this. They hadn't really discussed having another child yet. Scorpius was only two.

"Harry?" Draco asked apprehensively, his eyes starting to fill. "Are you not happy?"

Harry blinked, focusing on his suddenly tearful spouse. "Draco, of course I'm happy," he said with a tender smile. He pulled Draco close, knowing that the blond wouldn't be able to keep it together. Sure enough, he could feel his neck growing damp with Draco's tears. "I'm sorry darling. I was just surprised. Don't cry."

Draco slowly relaxed in Harry's arms but not before catching the attention of the bride and groom. "What's wrong? What happened?" Hermione asked anxiously. She was still in her wedding gown with her hair pinned up elegantly. She looked like a princess and Draco felt awful for causing a scene at her wedding.

"Draco's pregnant!" Pansy blurted out excitedly.

"Oh my god!" Draco wailed, burying his face against Harry's shoulder again. "Stupid cow!" he cried, though his voice was muffled by Harry's robes.

Harry bit his lip hard. It would be a really unfortunate time to laugh at his hormonal husband. To his amusement, Hermione squealed in excitement. She pried Draco off of Harry and hugged him fiercely. "That's wonderful!" she exclaimed. "Why are you so upset?"

Draco struggled to compose himself. He'd been an emotional wreck with Scorpius too. Stupid hormones. It was rather lucky that the pregnancy portion of this was rather short. Then he just had to deal with being a complete lunatic over a giant egg for five to six months. The joys of parenthood.

"I'm so sorry," Draco sniffled, mortified that he'd caused such a fuss. Most of the wedding guests were now looking curiously at him.

"Don't be silly," Hermione chided gently. "What do you have to be sorry for?"

Draco gave her an impatient look. "No bride wants to be upstaged by the pregnant bloke that can't seem to stop crying like a moron."

"Oddly specific problem to have," Pansy muttered. Harry glasses at her.

Hermione giggled, hugging Draco again. "Draco Malfoy-Potter," she said, knowing that he adored the name, "we love you. And we love Harry and the boys. I'm so excited for you. You've only made today even better."

"Of course," Neville agreed solemnly. Then he smiked. "As long as you weren't getting pregnant at the wedding, it's fine."

"It's fine Draco," Hermione insisted. "I'm so happy. I get to be your healer still, right?" she asked with a grin.

"As if I'd tolerate anyone else," Draco responded, finally offering a little smile.

Harry pulled Draco into a hug. "I'm so excited," Harry said, pressing little kisses all over Draco's face.

"Maybe it'll be a girl," Draco said hopefully. He knew that Harry had wanted a daughter.

"If it's not, than I'll still be perfectly happy," Harry said softly. "This baby will be just as loved as James and Scorpius, regardless."

"It's definitely a girl though," Luna said, startling a chirp out of Draco with her sudden appearance. He could have sworn that she'd been on the other side of the tent.

"Well, there you go," Pansy said with a nod. "You're having a girl."

"It's a little early," Draco said hesitantly.

"Luna has never been wrong," Neville reminded. "She was right about Scorpius. She was right about Rose," he added, nodding to wear Molly was holding Blaise and Ginny's new baby.

"She said that I was having a boy," Pansy told them, "and Hermione confirmed it yesterday."

"I can list several other pregnancies where she predicted the gender," Hermione said. "It's ridiculous, but she's right every time. If she says you're having a girl, then we better be prepared for the birth of a little princess."

Harry laughed, hugging Draco happily. Draco looked at Luna eagerly. "You're certain it's a girl?" he asked.

"Completely," Luna assured him somberly. "The wrackspurts always know."

Draco couldn't think of a good response to that statement. He could see Pansy's lips trembling as she attempted to resist laughing. Hermione was squinting at Luna a bit suspiciously.

"Thank you," Draco said, hugging Luna briefly. Questioning it was pointless. And Draco was honestly delighted. He turned to Harry with a smile. "We're having a girl!" he cried out joyfully, laughing when Harry let out an excited trill.

The sound of little chirps drew the couple's attention. James and Scorpius had run over, curious about the commotion. "Papa!" Scorpius cheeped, bouncing in place and prompting Harry to pick him up. Draco scooped James up and held the little boy propped on one hip, avoiding his stomach. Harry thought he noticed a very slight roundness to Draco's stomach. How had he missed that before?

"How would you two like to have a baby sister?" Draco asked, looking between his precious sons.

James cheered and clapped his hands, but Scorpius looked a little perplexed. "Do you like baby Rose, Scorp?" Harry asked. He smiled when Scorpius nodded. "Well, we will have a new baby too!"

Scorpius smiled widely, looking even more like Draco. "I can help?" he asked.

"Of course," Harry nodded. "You'll be a good big brother, just like James."

"I love James," Scorpius announced.

"Daddy crying again," James muttered, reaching out to brush away the lone tear the was making it's way down Draco's cheek. "You okay Daddy?"

"I'm alright darling," Draco said with a watery laugh. "I just have the sweetest little boys on the world." More tears threatened as James hugged Draco's neck.

"Alright, I'm in need of a new dance partner," Hermione said, offering Draco a sweet smile. "James would you dance with me?"

"Yes Auntie Mione," James agreed, pressing a quick kiss to Draco's cheek before he was placed back on the floor.

"Scorpius, will you dance with me?" Neville asked, holding his arms out for the little blond. He leaned close to Scorpius, as if to tell a secret, but he spoke loud enough for the others to hear. "I think your Papa really wants to kiss your Daddy right now."

"Ew," Scorpius pronounced, wrinkling his perfect little nose. Neville carried him off, shaking with mirth.

The Malfoy-Potters remained at the reception until the sky began to grow dark. James and Scorpius had cuddled up in their fathers' arms, unwilling to dance or socialize any longer. Their fuzzy wings drooped in their fatigue and the boys were cooing sleepily as they nuzzled against their parents.

At home, the boys were each placed in their own nest and covered up. Loving kisses were pressed to their foreheads and they fell asleep quickly.

Draco chirped in shock when Harry scooped him up and carried him to their bedroom. "And what do you think you're doing?" Draco asked teasingly.

Harry set Draco down and began removing the blond's clothing. "I'm going to shag you until you beg me to stop," he declared, lowering his head to suck a mark onto Draco's fair skin.

"You're going to be exhausted," Draco informed him, tilting his head to give Harry more room.

Harry grinned, shifting to kiss Draco deeply. Once he broke the kiss he finished undressing them and followed Draco into the nest.

Draco grew impatient with Harry's slow and careful preparation and soon climbed into Harry's lap. "Are you in a hurry?" Harry chuckled.

"Yes," Draco moaned, slowly sinking onto Harry's cock. "I just need you inside me." He rolled his hips, gasping as pleasure surged through him.

Harry closed his eyes. He loved seeing Draco like this. He reached down and rested his hand against Draco's abdomen, stroking his thumb over the slight swell. Draco made a sound like a choked sob and kissed Harry hard. Harry's other hand moved to guide Draco's movements.

Harry wrapped both arms around Draco and positioned him on his back. Draco gasped at suddenly having his wings pinned beneath him, but he moaned when Harry began thrusting into him, slow and deep. Harry's arms remained cradling Draco's neck and lower back. His tongue caressed Draco's languidly.

Draco came hard, arching his back and pressing himself closer to Harry. Harry followed after just a few more thrusts, having the presence of mind to roll them into their sides to avoid squashing Draco.

"Bloody hell," Draco panted, not bothering to untangle his arms and legs from Harry. "That was brilliant."

"You're welcome," Harry panted back with a tired grin.

"Smug bastard," Draco laughed. He snuggled close, not caring that they were both sweaty and had semen smeared on their torsos.

Harry cleaned them up as soon as he'd caught his breath. He instantly began gently stroking Draco's stomach again.

"Can I tell you something without you laughing at me?" Draco asked quietly.

"Possibly," Harry said with a smile, kissing Draco's forehead. "I think you're hilarious, so I can't make any promises."

Draco hesitated, biting his lower lip a bit shyly. "I sort of... enjoy being pregnant," he admitted, a light blush coloring his cheeks.

"Really?" Harry asked.

"I mean, the back pain is wretched and I have crying at the slightest provocation," Draco explained. "But, there's something about carrying our children, protecting and nourishing them inside my body... And you make the difficult parts of it easier for me. You get so cuddly and sweet."

"That's partly because I enjoy you being pregnant too," Harry admitted. "You're so beautiful with your belly so round and full. I haven't the slightest idea how you manage to still be so graceful. And the thought that you sacrifice your own comfort to make our babies healthy... Draco, I love you more than I can say," Harry said tenderly. "So cry when you need to. Complain about back pain or ask me to pick weird shit up when you have a craving. I cherish every moment of it."

Harry reached out and wiped away Draco's tears. Draco kissed him and cuddled into Harry's chest with a sigh of contentment. They had a baby girl on the way and two sweet little boys. And as long as they were together, they could face anything.