Disregards HBP and DH...and possibly even OotP. Haha...

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A/N: Thank you all for the reviews, I had no idea it would be so liked! Muhahah! Lol. I'm sooo sorry for the long wait. So much drama and work to do, I'm a junior at a prep school and ahh...lol.

BTW: I have no idea in the world how to make things bold,italics or gaps between paragraphs stay!! Sorry!

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Harry Potter was not aware of the fact that the entire class had gone silent. He was captivated and could not pull himself to look away from what sat in front of him: a child, that looked like an exact blend of his rival and himself. The rival, in question, sat rigid for a moment before gently taking the baby in his arms. Draco stared down for a long moment, slowly raising his eyes to Harry's.

Draco moved his jaw as if intending to speak, and seeing as his attempts were futile, Professor Joleigh LeBon stepped in.

"The baby's, as you all must be wondering, do have your DNA, but not to worry, the baby is like a Peopold, meaning, that after an allotted time frame they go...uhm what is that phrase?" She looked about the classroom, finally giving into Hermione's perpetually raised hand.

"Infantia letum?" Hermione asked, a bit shocked.

"Correct! 10 points to Gryffindor." The house hooted as the Slytherins groaned.

"But- Professor, that's inhumane!" LeBon grimaced at Hermione's appalled expression.

"What's that mean?" Ron asked.

"It means when someone is barbaric unto another human. As in savagery, you know, your family." Malfoy replied dryly.

Ron turned bright red and spoke through gritted teeth, "That is NOT what I meant, you god damed little fuc-"

"It means-" LeBon cut in, "in literal translation; baby death." As an uprising was sure to begin, she continued onward "But, in actuality, it means 'goes back to which it came from'. So it turns into those strands of lavender, also known as Porfirio, and are placed back within you." She sat at her desk and pulled out a stack of papers. "Its extraordinarily complicated magic, which none of you are expected to know by any means, FYI." She grinned. "Aiiight, now for the fun part."

As papers were passed along, Harry took the chance to look at the baby. The little blond child smiled up at him and Harry could not resist laughing as droll ran down the babes chin.

"What?"Malfoy asked turning to see what the raven haired boy was laughing at and almost shrieked as he saw dribble fall onto his robe. "Ahhhh!"

Harry continued laughing as Malfoy handed him off the baby to clean himself up. "Good boy," Harry joked.

Susan Bones turned in her seat and gave Harry the paper that all students were given.

"Huh?"

"The assignment, Harry," The redhead laughed. "Ugh! Your baby's too cute!" She cooed and tickled the baby's feet, which happened to make the baby very happy as he squirmed about giggling. Harry and Susan laughed right along with it.

"Your baby's cute too-"

"Oi, Potter, stop flirting, you have a child to look out for." Malfoy spat, flattening his robe which he had finally dubbed clean.

Harry smiled at Susan and waved a goodbye to the little girl sitting on her lap.

Draco glared down at his hands then noticed the sheet with instructions scribbled on it on his desk. He pulled it over and read it.

"We have to name it?" Draco asked a bit put out, a few minutes later.

"Yes." LeBon answered shortly.

"But its just a stupid dinky thing-"

"Your parents named you, did they not?" The class laughed. Malfoy narrowed his eyes at the young teacher.

Malfoy grumbled and went back to reading the list of requirements.

Draco turned back facing Harry. He let out a deep sigh. "'Says we can't use magic to shut it up. Also we must spend equal time with it..." He skimmed the sheet again. "Ugh no baby sitting for more than 2 hours, bullocks..."

The bell deiced to ring at that exact moment and people grugendly got out of their seats and parted ways planing out when to switch turns with the babies.

Harry looked at Malfoy internally debating how to breech the next subject. "Ay, ah, so when can you meet up to uh plan out this baby thing."

Draco gave him a pitying look and took hold of the baby. "I'll keep him til lunch, I do believe we are both free afterward and can decide on a name and all that then. Agreed?"

"Sure." Harry picked up his bag and leaned down and pinched the baby's face. "Bye little guy." The baby wiggled frantically in hopes of being held by Harry. Harry beamed, then straightened up, looked Draco in the eye, nodded and said a gruff 'later' and was out the door.

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Harry sat down to lunch. He could not believe how much he was missing that baby. It had not helped that everyone was showing off their baby. He regretted not taking the baby from Malfoy. But it did not matter. Last class had been long, but it was now over, and he could see Draco walk in with the miniature blond.

Hermione sat next to him, with her baby, and was relatively silent for awhile. But Harry knew better then to believe she would just sit silent when just hours ago he had broken up with Ginny.

When Hermione looked ready to burst with anticipation, Harry finally grounded out a murmured submission. "Just say what you wanna say."

She puffed out her chest and slightly relaxed. Slightly.

"Why?"

"Just 'why'?" Harry questioned.

She glared. "Humor me Harry."

"Alright... There once was a man from Nantuc-" Hermione's glare intensified. Harry chuckled. "It just wasn't working out. Nothing more. And allot less."

"There has to be more!"

"OK, see when I'm with her, I want to be somewhere, anywhere else. When she's not there, I miss her, but I can live without her. Alright?"

Hermione just stared at him. "But I thought you loved her."

"I do. Just, I honestly think of her as a sister. Like, well kinda like you... and Ron." Harry snickered. "I dunno. I want her, but... I just dunno." He paused. "I dunno."

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When Lunch was finally over and Ron had not talked to him, Harry was about to try and make amends when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Potter. We did agree to meet after lunch..." Malfoys snarl trailed off.

Harry turned around. He was happy to delay any confrontation with his best friend, even if having to spend time with Draco Malfoy. He gingerly picked up the little boy in Malfoy's arms. "Yea, we did, didn't we?"

They begun walking to the library, mindlessly chatting about baby mannerisms. Malfoy had deiced that they should switch off on a five daily routine. Harry would get the baby til diner, then Malfoy would get him that night, and trade off in the morning and continue the cycle. They were being quite civil to the other, to each others amazement.

For Harry and Draco, they were being civil. To the rest of the world, they were being rather abusive; slinging sarcasm and rolling their eyes every chance. They had cursed a few times at each other, but because it was in the rules that they may not curse in front of their child, unless they wanted to suffer unbelievable screaming fits from the tiny tot.

When they got in the library, Draco quickly found baby name books, and immediately started picking off the wall names.

"Got it. It's perfect." Draco said, dripping with sarcasm.

Harry rolled his eyes. "What's the name this time?"

"Atol. It means 'hate'."

"That's perfectly lovely." Harry smiled at a name he had just read. "How 'bout; 'Egan'?"

Malfoy scrunched up his nose. "What's it mean?"

"'Force'."

"Sounds like an owl name."

Harry nodded in agreement.

"How about..." Draco laughed quietly.

Harry leaned over to see what name Malfoy found funny this time.

"Sextus?" Harry thought it would have been something a bit more scandalous then that. He sighed disappointedly.

Malfoy groaned. "Then YOU find something good, Potter."

They stayed in contemplation for awhile til Harry read one he liked.

"I know its horribly cliche, but how about Whytlok?"

"Whitelock? Why the hell would you name a child 'Whitelock'?"

"It means 'blond'." Harry barely resisted strangling the other boy.

"Oh...hmmm, maybe." Draco continued on looking, and after a few minutes of glaring at the blond's head, Harry too went back to searching.

"I like this one, Potty." Draco angled the book so Harry could read it.

"Bromley?"

"Yea? No, I like it... Kinda..."

Harry shook his head. "Nah, sounds too fierce for a baby."

"Pansy and the mudblood named their child Thyne."

"So?"

"I think it means 'follower'."

Harry stared dumbly. "So?"

"We should name ours, Aurick. Leader."

Harry just stared at him.

"No, yea OK." Draco admitted defeat.

After almost calling it quits, Harry stumbled across one final name which he had seen an hour or so before but had missed it. He knew automatically that it was the one for the blond baby resting peacefully next to them.

"Malfoy, I really like this one. How about Beltran? It means... bright raven."

Draco thought for a moment then he nodded. "Yea, alright." He picked up the sleeping baby, and held it out for a second. "Beltran?" The baby opened his eyes and beamed up at the grey eyed boy. Draco turned to Harry. "Alright Potter, think you finally thought of something good."

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Okayyyy, sooo I totally made up Peopolds, and Porfirio...and everything else lol... and LeBon's name means 'pretty' in French. It is an alternative spelling on 'Jolie', but seeing as I didn't want you thinking of the gorgeous Angelina, I spelt it that way. All good fun.

Anddddd, as you must have guessed those lovely children's names are alotta fun coming up with. No wonder noone in the series has a normal name, JK had too much fun...Siriusly.

OHHHH and I finally found out how to allow anonymous reviews!!!!!!!!!YAY FOR EVERYONE!!!lmaoooo xp