AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is a SLASH (boy/boy) story. it will contain nothing graphic, but if the mere idea of two men being together disturbs you, then don't read this! this will also be an MPREG story, so if you think that that wizards being pregnant is absurb, do NOT read this story. flames will not be tolerated because of people who don't bother to read the warnings! for all of those who do enjoy reading slash/mpreg stories, please read and enjoy! as well as review! XD

The old grandfather clock struck once, twice, three times, and then fell silent. Gray eyes darted to the clock's face and then back to the cluttered desk top in front of them. Pale hands ran their fingers through silky blonde hair as a perfect pink mouth opened up in a wide yawn.

'Merlin, is Harry gonna kill me,' the young man thought, quietly getting up from his desk chair and quickly straightening part of the mess laid out in front of him. Bank statements, store receipts, old photographs, and even a marriage certificate were all shuffled into a semi-neat pile and placed in the center of the mahogany wood.

The man's hands paused over a picture of two boys, both in their teens, arms wrapped around the other, smiles on their faces, so obviously in love. He could still remember exactly what had happened when that camera went of…

The day had been pleasantly cool, a lovely late autumn day, the last of the leaves falling through the air which held the first hints of winter's frost. The two teens had been spending the afternoon together in a nearby park when he had first whispered those words to his boyfriend. "I love you, Harry."

When he looked down, his grey eyes meeting with deep emerald, he marveled at the beautiful smile that was adorning his lover's lips. They shared a deep, passionate kiss and Harry had whispered those same words, "I love you too, Draco."

They were both startled out of their embrace when a light flashed and a voice floated to them in the dyeing autumn air, "That was so sweet! I think I've got tears in my eyes!" The two boys turned to look at Hermione Granger, holding a camera in her small hands. "Hermione," a gruff voice softly scolded, "Leave them alone. They were having a 'moment'!" Beyond Hermione was her fiancé, Ron Weasley, his fingers still forming the air quotes symbol and a smile on his face.

The next day, Ron had stopped by Draco's office at the Ministry and placed that picture, now developed and framed, on Draco's desk. Draco had been so captivated by the picture that he hardy noticed when Ron excused himself, then left.

Six years later and that same picture is still on Draco's desk. The one he was looking at, which was currently residing in a spot on his desk in his home office, was a copy he had one of the Creevey brothers make for him. Sure, it seemed a bit sentimental, maybe even 'disgustingly sweet" if he were to use Blaise's words, but he didn't mind. He and Harry were both happy and in love in that picture. Sure, they were still happy and in love right now, but things were not always that way. Especially when they first started dating. Draco shook his head at his thoughts and smiled softly. 'Those were some interesting times,' he thought fondly. He set the picture down softly and made his way out of his office and up the stairs. As he walked along the hallway, he passed many pictures. Pictures of himself, of Harry, of the both of them, and many of their friends: Hermione, Blaise, Ron, Neville, Seamus, Pansy, Theo, and a few others. There were even a few random portraits of Remus and Severus; his godfather hated taking pictures, but somehow the werewolf always managed to drag him to a studio to get them done.

Draco pulled himself from his musing when he found that he was standing at his bedroom door. The blonde stared down at his feet and then back along the way he had come. He didn't even remember the walk up here, he had been so deep in thought. 'I've got some pretty smart feet,' he thought absently, easing the door open so as not to disturb his sleeping lover. He stepped quietly into the dim room and eased the door shut behind him. He looked towards the bed; what he saw made him breathless.

Laying on top of their black silk sheets, was 5 feet and 11 inches of the most flawless, olive skinned man you could ever dream of having. The man's black hair, normally ruffled during the day, was made even messier by sleep. The gems that were his eyes were hidden behind closed lids, but if they had been opened, one would find themselves staring into deep green depths, seemingly lost within all those eyes hold. His red lips were parted in a slight 'o'; Draco could almost hear his lover's breaths in the quiet room. His grey eyes watched as Harry's toned stomach hypnotically rose up and down with every inhale and exhale he took. Draco's eyes traveled south, following the trail of dark hair that disappeared underneath a pair of black boxers.

Almost unconsciously, the blonde's feet started moving, taking Draco closer to the god that was lying in his bed. After stripping down to his underwear, he slipped into the bed and softly traced the outline of Harry's cheek. Placing a soft kiss on the tanned forehead, he gathered the sleeping man in his arms. "I love you," he whispered softly. As he laid his head back onto his pillow, he heard a soft 'I love you too, 'Co."

Harry shifted and propped his head on Draco's chest, gaining a better view of his blonde boyfriend's face. His green eyes shifted past Draco's face to the nightstand, or more precisely, to the clock on the nightstand. When his eyes settled back onto the other man, they held a slightly accusatory glint. "Care to tell me why you're just coming up to bed at 3:10 in the morning?"

Draco shifted underneath his imp of a boyfriend; his stomach was pressing down just hard enough on little Draco and it was causing some growing problems. "Well, Harry love, you know how I got all of those documents from my father's lawyers…"

"Yes, I know that. After you're parents died, the lawyers dealt with all of the estates and other lawer-y things," Harry gave a quick kiss to the stomach below him and went on. "But you got all of those things last week. You can't still be going through them!" Harry watched as his lover's grey eyes darkened slightly and his red lips turned down into a small frown.

"I know I've had the things for awhile. And I know that I've been procrastinating about it, but…" Draco found Harry's hand and twined their fingers together. Studying the contrast his pale skin made against Harry's olive tone, he continued, "It's hard. It's really hard. I know me and my father never got along, especially after we took different sides in the Final War, but he was still my father. I think I miss him."

Harry brought their entwined hands to his mouth and kissed Draco's hand softly. "It's perfectly all right to miss him Draco. Him and your mother, as well. I'll help you go through the rest of the papers tomorrow, if you want?"

Draco shot a small smile towards Harry. "That sounds great, love. So…I'm not in trouble am I?" Harry tilted his head to the side and thought for a second.

"Oh, no worries. You are," Harry shot a wicked grin at him and winked. "I just have to think about a suitable punishment." A shiver ran through Draco's spine; little Draco was definitely a big problem now. He shot a look towards the man on top of him; did he notice? Harry shifted and pressed down a bit before grinning in a mischievous way. Damn imp; he did know. "How 'bout I help make you forget your troubles, eh?"

"I'm definitely up for that," Draco grinned, pulling Harry up to meet him in a scorching kiss.

"I…can…tell," Harry said between kisses. Those would be the last coherent words coming from both men for the next couple hours.

A/N: what did you think? send me a review and let me know! this chapter was a little short, but the next three are already written and are awaiting their scattered brained author to put them up!