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The truth always surfaces	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11489 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 13
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Author's note: I'm not really in the mood now because my cat has disappeared for more than six hours already :( So I'm going to keep it short: This is the chapter where Draco tells the lie. It will also contain the birth. Also the birth will be natural because that was decided in a poll on fanfiction.

Thanks to the following reviewers: asiacheetah; jami_lee (that's one way to put it) and cocobyrd87

I hope you'll like this chapter!

Chapter 14: The lie

Harry's mouth opened and closed again a few times, his brain refusing to accept what was written on the parchment. This was a joke, right? The spell had been mistaken somehow. There was no way Draco was … No, he couldn't be. When would he have … But that was impossible, right?

But Harry realized with a sickening feeling that spells never lied. Magic didn't lie. It couldn't lie unlike humans. So this meant …

The name Draco Lucius Malfoy seemed to be burned on the paper. Father. Draco was the father of his baby?

He placed a hand on his stomach and stared numbly at the old bookcase. Any moment now he would wake up from this nightmare. He must have fallen asleep without realizing it. Yes, that must be it. There was no way Draco …

A few teardrops slid down his cheeks and fell down on his sweater, the cloth absorbing it.

There had to be a logical explanation for this. There had to be. It just couldn't …

Harry left the book on the table and somehow managed to stumble back to his room. He sank down on the chair in front of the desk. His whole body felt numb. How did this … Why …

He needed an explanation. Surely Draco would be able to explain this. He had probably casted the spell wrong. He would talk to Draco and then ask him to do the spell. The answer would be different then. Of course it would be. Because if not, that would mean …

Harry swallowed the lump in his throat down, but it was too late. There, in the solitude of his room with only a worried snake as his companion, he broke down, sobs making his body tremble.

With a smile, Draco stepped out of the fireplace and dusted his clothes free of soot. Lupin had asked him to inform Harry they would arrive later, something to do with a teachers' meeting. So he had Harry for him alone for a few hours more.

Excitement bubbling up in his stomach, he strode up the stairs, guessing Harry would be in his room.

"Harry, Lupin said he and Black will be home late." He announced, entering the bedroom. He halted when he saw Harry's red rimmed eyes. "Harry, what's wrong? Why have you been crying? Are you in pain?" He asked worried and strode over to his heavily pregnant fiancé, attempting to hug him, until his hands were slapped away. "Harry?"

Green eyes stared at him and he grew uneasy when he saw the dead look. "Harry, what …"

"I casted a spell today." Harry interrupted him quietly.

"A spell?" Draco furrowed his eyebrows. The air felt stifling and every fibre of his body screamed out in warning; there was something wrong. Something bad had happened, but what?

"A spell to confirm the parentage of my baby."

With that single monotone sentence, his world fell apart. No. This wasn't … Harry knew … Fuck. This could not be happening. This had to be some kind of nightmare. If that was true, then Harry knew he was the father. He knew he had been lying and deceiving him for months. His dream of having Harry and his daughter with him was destroyed with one single spell. How would he explain this? Would he still be able to save his relationship?

"You want to know whose name came up?" Harry's voice interrupted his panic coldly.

"Harry, please, I …"

"Your name came up." The pregnant boy continued as if Draco hadn't said anything. "According to that spell, you're the father of this baby. I thought it was wrong, but magic never lies… Unlike some people. You knew, didn't you? You knew you are the father all this time and YOU NEVER FUCKING TOLD ME!" Harry screamed the last part and his hands clenched around the armchairs, his breathing harsh. "What did you do? Why can't I remember anything? Why am I pregnant? What the fuck did you do to me?"

Draco stared, his skin paling rapidly. It was over now. There was no way Harry would be able to ever forgive him. He lost him. What should he do? Tell the truth or make up a lie? If he could lie to Severus, he could certainly lie to Harry, who wasn't experienced in Legilimency. A lie would make sure he got to keep Harry, but … But what? He could lie, right? If he lied, he wouldn't lose Harry. He wouldn't be taken away from him and he wouldn't lose their daughter either. If he told the truth, then everything was over. He would have neither of them. That was just out of the question. There was no way he would live without Harry. But he didn't want to lie to Harry. What kind of person would he be if he lied to his lover about something as horrible as that?

Someone who gets to keep his lover and their child, a voice hissed in the back of his mind. If you tell him, you can say goodbye to both. Is that something you're willing to risk, just to tell the truth? Besides it's not a real lie you're going to tell him. Just a bit of omitting the truth. That's all.

Yes, omitting the truth sounded better than thinking of it as lying. Just one tiny lie. That was all. After this he would never lie to Harry again, that he swore.

"Draco?" Harry's tone of voice warned him that if he didn't start talking soon, he would find himself at the wrong side of his wand.

"That was actually what I wanted to talk to you about today." Draco began and frantically searched for a good lie. He needed something that Harry would believe immediately.

"What?" Harry breathed harshly out and stared at him with narrowed eyes, a suspicious look on his face.

"I received a letter today." Draco spoke slowly and forced himself to calm down. If he looked too panicked, even Harry would notice that he was lying. "I don't know this person who sent it and whoever it was didn't give a name either."

"What was in that letter then?" Harry asked impatiently. Absently he started rubbing over his stomach when he felt his baby kicking frantically. He swallowed a pained hiss; with his baby not having much room to move around, her kicks somehow hurt more when she did decide to move.

"I still can't figure out when that person managed to do it, but apparently whoever it was, had a grudge against us for some strange reason and decided to dose us with a potion." Alright, he could do this. Harry sucked at potions, so he would never even try to look it up. He could manage this; everything would work out if he just stayed calm.

"What kind of potion? What has this to do with everything?" Harry asked confused and sat up straight in his chair. Someone with a grudge against them had given them a potion? Well, that really didn't narrow anything down. There were still a lot of people who bore a grudge against him for befriending a Malfoy, and if this person had left nothing of his or her identity, he would never know who was the culprit in all of this.

Still, strangely enough a tiny sliver of hope rose up in his chest. This all had an explanation. An explanation in which Draco was obviously as innocent as him. Meaning that Draco hadn't done anything to harm him.

Draco hadn't lied to him for all those months and one look at his sincere face now showed he wasn't lying now either.

"From what I could understand, that person dosed us with a memory altering and lust potion. In other words, he or she made sure that after the Lust potion wore off, we would forget everything that happened." Draco continued, feeling his confidence return with each sentence that left his mouth. Yes, this was going well. Harry had calmed down and was listening to him.

"So, what? That person somehow made sure that we forgot what happened and made sure we had sex?" Harry said slowly, trying to wrap his brain around those confusing facts. Why would anyone with a grudge to do that? What was the point? "What is the point in all that? And that still doesn't explain why I got knocked up."

"I'm getting there. I was wondering the same thing why you got pregnant and I researched some books. Apparently when a Lust and a Memory alter potion are combined, they form a potent pregnancy potion." Draco replied softly. "I think this person knew what the effect of it would be, because the letter stated that he or she wanted to make it seem like I raped you and the result would be clear when the baby arrived. Which would result in a big mess. I tried to figure out a way to discover who sent the letter, but I didn't find anything on it. The only clue I have is that this person must live abroad because the owl who brought it, seemed very tired. Too tired to come from anywhere in England or Scotland."

"So this person was hoping you would be accused of raping me and then being thrown in prison? Who would do such a thing?" Harry asked, feeling furious, his eyes sparking with it. What kind of asshole tried to screw up their lives so much? How big was the grudge of his person to do such an awful thing?

"Someone who must really hate me, but there are so many people who would love to see me up in jail for just daring to be your friend that I wouldn't know where to start finding them." Draco sighed, putting on a miserable face. Inwardly however he was screaming in joy when he realized that he had won over Harry. Harry believed him; he wasn't angry at him anymore but instead at an imaginary person. He wouldn't lose him. He could keep him and their daughter. The huge feeling of guilt in his stomach clashed with his feeling of joy, but he forced himself to ignore that. He could deal with the guilt if that meant he still got to keep Harry. After all these years, he finally had him and he wouldn't let go of him. If that meant lying, then so be it. It was just one lie. That was all. After this he would never lie again and he would make sure Harry and their daughter got the best life they could ever wish for.

"But that isn't fair! What that person did, wasn't a harmless prank! For Merlin's sake you could have ended up in jail!" Harry snarled and stood up, walking back and forth in front of his chair in a feeble attempt to get rid of his pent up temper. "God, I can't believe it!" His magic started to respond to his anger and began to crackle dangerously.

Draco stepped in front of him and wrapped his arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Harry, calm down. It won't do you any good to be in this state." He murmured and dropped a kiss on Harry's forehead, right where his scar was when the younger man looked up with huge green eyes that started to water.

"I'm sorry, Draco, that I doubted you. I just thought … When I did that spell and your name came up, I just thought …" His breath hitched and a few teardrops slid down his cheeks, his arms coming around Draco's waist and he laid his head against his chest, feeling ashamed that he ever doubted his boyfriend. He should have known that Draco would never hurt him. How could he have ever thought that Draco was capable of doing something as horrible as that? He should have trusted him more.

"Hey, hey, I'm not mad. I kind of understand why you would think that." Draco said and ran a hand through the shaggy dark hair in a soothing manner. "I'm just glad I got the chance to explain everything."

"Still I'm sorry; I should have known better." Harry muttered ashamed. Then he frowned. "Maybe we should take the letter to the Aurors and see if they can discover anything?"

"That's a good idea." Draco said after a little pause. "I'll bring it to them tomorrow."

"Hopefully they can catch the one who did all this." Harry frowned.

Draco led them both to the bed and sat down on it, Harry following to curl up next to him. "I hope so too. I don't think that person is going to try anything else, but it's better to be sure." He mumbled.

"I hope so too." Harry sighed and reached up to thread his fingers through fine blond hair, raising up a bit to kiss Draco softly on his lips. "Although I'm actually glad it is your baby that I'm carrying." He admitted shyly. Harry would like to think he would have still loved his baby the same if someone else had been the father, but now knowing for sure that he was carrying Draco's child made it all somehow … better, more amazing?

He didn't know how to word the feeling he got at the realization that he and Draco were now really forming a family. His baby would have traits of Draco and everybody would see who her parents were. Nobody would dare to ridicule her in case she looked like someone else. Nobody would ever dare to taunt her for having another man as a father instead of Draco. Nobody would be able to hurt her by insulting her parentage. That was something Harry had been afraid of. If his child looked like the man who had raped him, would his daughter be taunted with it? Be bullied with the fact that the man acting as her father wasn't really her father? He didn't want his child to be hurt like that, never to be hurt period.

Now he couldn't wait to see how his daughter would look like. A mix of him and Draco. He smiled tenderly at the thought of a blonde haired green eyed girl or a dark haired grey eyed girl.

Draco smiled too and slid his hand underneath Harry's sweater to caress his large stomach. "I'm happy too. I would have loved her even if she was from someone else, but I'm still happy that I'm the father." He admitted and the couple shared another sweet kiss.

An hour later, they were both lying underneath the sheets, Harry buried in Draco's arms, having falling asleep half an hour ago.

Draco sighed and placed his hand on top of the bulging stomach, feeling a faint movement. Merlin, he felt awful for lying like that. Harry deserved someone better than him, but he didn't want to let go of him. Was it bad of him to want to keep his family? Could he be really blamed for the fact that he just didn't want to lose Harry? He loved him with everything he had and he swore he would do everything to make Harry happy. Was it really bad of him to love him?

He only needed to clear one last obstacle, it being the non-existent letter and then nothing would be able to become between them anymore. Harry would stay with him instead of leaving him and he would be able to see his daughter grow up and who knows? Maybe even have more children with Harry. He certainly wouldn't object to having more than one.

He smiled and closed his eyes. Yes, everything would work out in the end.

A week after Harry's discovery of the real father, Draco had told him angrily that the Aurors hadn't been able to get any clue of the letter because the letter had exploded right in their faces when they had casted spells on it, thus destroying the only evidence they had. Draco had been so angry that Harry had been the one who had to calm him down, saying that even if he would have liked to find the culprit and punish him, it wasn't that important anymore. They had each other and a baby coming on the way, so that was the only thing that mattered now. The only thing important now was their little family.

Draco, who was still torn with guilt, had accepted Harry's decision and had hugged him, feeling like the biggest asshole on earth for lying to the one he loved the most. Unfortunately even that heavy feeling of guilt wasn't enough to make him confess. Everything had turned out perfectly, he didn't want anything to screw up their happiness.

After a long evening of talking, they had decided to inform their family of what had happened before they would have a big shock when the baby arrived.

As expected, their family had been furious to hear what had happened to them but like Draco stated, with the evidence destroyed, they couldn't do anything, to which they couldn't bring any other argument.

Supressing his smile, Draco walked into the kitchen of Harry's home, intent on making some tea for his fiancé. Finally finding the teabag with Harry's preferred flavour, he turned around to reach for the kettle when a hand, tainted with a few light scars, handed it already over to him. He looked up startled and stared straight in amber coloured eyes.

"You startled me." He muttered but accepted the kettle, filling it with water and then putting it on the fire to heat it up.

"Sorry, didn't mean to do that." Lupin replied calmly and leant against the counter top with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

Draco felt those eyes staring at him, but he refused to acknowledge them, instead concentrating on adding sugar to the blue mug. Lupin had been strangely quiet throughout the whole explanation, his eyes having been fixed the whole time on Draco. It had made the blond nervous and had him wondering if Lupin knew more than he let on. And if that was the case, how much did he know?

"I guess even with this whole affair, it turned out well for the both of you." Lupin started idly. "I've never seen Harry as happy as he is now, now that he knows he's carrying your child. I suspect it must have been a relief for him to know that ultimately the child is of someone he loves."

"Is that something wrong?" Draco turned around to face him again with a frown on his face. He felt highly uncomfortable now. Lupin was one of the most calm persons he had ever met, but he was still a werewolf. Draco clearly remembered the texts he had studied about werewolves in his third year. One piece of information was clearly branded in his brain: "A werewolf is extremely protective of his or her pack, especially ones he or she considers his or her 'cubs'. Those 'cubs' can be his or her children, but also children of people of his or her pack. One should never try to harm a 'cub'. Even something as light as insulting a 'cub' can be enough incentive to make the werewolf furious. The damage werewolves can do to someone who actively harmed one of their 'cubs' is immense, often resulting in death. Therefore it's highly advised to never do anything that can mean a potential harm to a werewolf's 'cub' if one wants to avoid death."

If Lupin suspected something, he was screwed.

"No, that's not wrong. I'm happy for him. I'm sure you're happy as well." Lupin raised an eyebrow.

Draco nodded warily, not daring to say anything. He felt out of his element, floundering around while not knowing for sure what to do. All he knew for certain was that this conversation could turn ugly.

"I'll say this one last time, Draco." Lupin bent a bit forwards, leaning into Draco's personal space and pinning him to the floor with his sharp gaze. "If you ever try to hurt Harry, I'm going to make sure you're going to regret it for the rest of your life. I'm certain Sirius would love to join in. You know what a Black is capable of, Draco. Make sure you don't have to experience that." With that last cryptically remark, Remus turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

Draco took a shuddering breath and his hand trembled when he grabbed the kettle. Even if Lupin wasn't sure about what had happened, he did have a suspicion. But as long as he couldn't prove anything or Draco didn't do anything to hurt Harry, he would leave him alone. Draco understood the warning clearly. Fuck up one more time and you're dead.

"Draco?" Harry appeared in the kitchen, his hand resting on his back and the other cradling his swollen stomach. "Did Remus say something to you?" He cocked his head to the left, confused.

Draco forced himself to smile reassuringly. "Nothing to worry about." He assured the other boy and walked over to him with the steaming mug in his hand. He placed a hand on Harry's back. "Let's go back to the living room. Mother is eager to talk about the nursery room with you."

Harry groaned. He loved Narcissa, really he did, but she could be a bit overbearing at times.

Draco chuckled when he heard Harry's exasperated groan and together they walked back to the living room.

Life went on and the weeks flew by. During the day, Draco was studying Potions with his godfather and Harry busied himself with either decorating the nursery room (though that mostly happened when Draco was with him because the blond insisted on decorating it together), ordering baby clothes, reading books or resting. A male pregnancy heavily relied on the carrier's magic so the baby sapped a lot of energy which made him tire quickly. Pomfrey had visited him when he was three weeks from his due date and examined him, pronouncing him healthy and the baby progressing at a good rate.

While Harry was deliriously happy that he was carrying Draco's child, this didn't mean he didn't get annoyed at the blond. Carrying a heavy weight with him every day not only tired him out quickly, but also made him cranky at times, which he sometimes took out on Draco, who took it all fairly well.

"No, Draco, she's not going to wear that." Harry said stubbornly and crossed his arms, glaring at the blond.

It was Sunday afternoon and Draco and he were in the nursery room, putting away the baby clothes. When Draco's friend, Pansy had heard of Harry's pregnancy and his involvement in it as the father, she had started collecting baby clothes and then had sent over a lot of baby clothes to help them out. One of those things was a yellow crawl suit with big ducks printed on them which quaked every time they were pushed on their tummy. The noise that followed that was what made Harry refuse to let his daughter wear it. Well that and that particular colour of yellow was just ugly.

"What is wrong with it?" Draco asked exasperatedly and held up the offensive cloth.

Harry wrinkled his nose and grimaced. "It's ugly and it makes too much noise. No way my daughter is going to wear that!"

"She's my daughter too, you know." Draco pointed out amused, but placed the crawl suit on the discard pile on his right. "Fine, which ones do you find good enough for the baby?"

Harry's face cleared up and he began to search through the pile, immediately picking out the suits he thought would look cute on his baby.

Draco heaved a relieved sigh. At least this little argument had ended well.

A week before Harry's due date, Pomfrey visited him to hand over the potions. Once again she informed him which one to take first and what he could expect from it.

So dutifully, Harry swallowed the first potion that would prepare his body for the birth. The toilet and he had regularly dates throughout the following three days. The nausea he felt was even worse than the one he had experienced in his first few months of the pregnancy. His stomach revolted against the thought of food and for those three days he could only hold down some soup. At night he was mostly awake, due to the uncomfortable churning that he felt in his stomach and nothing managed to help him sleep. Needless to say, this made Harry very cranky.

Draco had requested the week off to take care of Harry and it was only because he had been studying so diligently and they were actually ahead of schedule, that Snape had given him permission to take the week off. However he had to be back next week on Monday morning at exactly nine a.m. or otherwise he would face the consequences. Draco just hoped that the baby would be on time – he didn't want to miss the birth of his first child!

So while Harry was barfing up what felt like all his intestines, Draco sat next to him, rubbing his back and placing cool wet washcloths against his neck and forehead. At night he kept Harry company, trying to soothe his stomach by rubbing a thin paste on it that was ideal for pregnant people to get rid of some of their uneasiness.

The only reason why he was allowed to stay with Harry during the night was because Sirius was hundred per cent assured that they wouldn't try anything with the baby due soon.

Even though Harry didn't get the chance to say anything because he felt too tired to do anything else but barf and try to eat the bit of soup that he kept down, he was grateful for Draco's help. It was nice to know that he could depend on him and that he wouldn't leave him. Although it had made him a bit uncomfortable to know that Draco had requested a week off for him. He had protested weakly, saying he didn't want Snape to get mad at him, but Draco had assured him that Snape wasn't mad, that they were ahead of schedule and that he wasn't planning on not being there when Harry gave birth.

18th of February

Harry waved goodbye to Remus and Sirius who Apparated away as soon as they passed the wards that were raised around the house. They would be staying in Ireland for two days to attend a convention. At first they hadn't wanted to go because Harry was due to deliver any day now, but Draco had assured them he would stay with the dark haired boy in case something happened. When they had still hesitated because they didn't want to miss the birth, Harry had assured them it was okay to go because the baby would probably wait for a few more days.

Harry wanted to turn around and close the door behind him, when the familiar 'pop' of an Apparation made him turn his head again, expecting to see his godfather or Remus again. Instead Draco made his way to him.

"Draco? Why didn't you use the Floo?" Harry asked confused and tilted his head to accept Draco's kiss.

Draco shivered and entered the hallway, pulling off his jacket while Harry locked the door. It was very cold outside and by the looks of the sky, it was highly likely that it would start to snow again.

"Didn't you read the Ministry's letter? They closed off the Floo for today because they have some problems with it." Draco replied and pulled off his shoes.

"The Ministry sent a letter? When?" Harry frowned and walked, well more waddled, to the kitchen, intent on searching through the letter box they kept there.

"Yesterday; I thought you knew?" Draco followed him, grateful for the warmth that hung in the whole house.

"I didn't look at the mail yesterday." Harry replied distracted and he riffled through the various parchments piled up in the box. "Ah, here it is. Sirius must have thrown it there in his hurry to pack everything." He sighed and opened the letter.

Like Draco had stated, there were problems with the Floo and therefore the travel system couldn't be used for a whole day. It would start working again tomorrow at ten a.m.

Harry felt a bit uneasy when he placed the letter back. If the Floo wasn't working, how was he supposed to contact Pomfrey then when his contractions started? He tried to reassure himself that the chances of him giving birth today now were slim. He was a day overdue, but Pomfrey had told him it was likely he would be a few days overdue before he would give birth. Plus what were the chances of him giving birth today when the Floo was disconnected?

Feeling slightly more reassured, he turned around and slid his arms around Draco's neck, smiling when he felt arms sliding around his stomach and one hand slipping underneath his sweater to caress his heavily swollen stomach. There were times where he was insecure about his body, wondering if his stomach was too big or if he would ever regain his normal figure back, but he figured he would just have to wait it out. After the baby was born, he could exercise again.

"Mother is very anxious to meet her granddaughter." Draco murmured and gave him a kiss on his forehead.

Harry hummed. "I can't wait until she's born either. I want to see my feet again and not feel like I'm going to topple over from all that weight."

Draco chuckled. "Ah, I think you look beautiful." He whispered and delighted in the flush Harry's cheeks gained.

"Yes, well, you're not the one carrying all this weight." Harry huffed and pouted.

He received another kiss for his pout. "Well, it won't be too long anymore. Unless she's really stubborn like her daddy." Grey eyes sparkled in amusement.

Emerald green eyes narrowed. "I'm not the only stubborn one, you know." He smacked his shoulder.

"No," Draco admitted, "but you are the Gryffindor of us two which makes you the most stubborn."

"Bastard." Harry huffed, triggering another chuckle from his boyfriend.

Two hours later, Draco placed the two steaming mugs with tea on the coffee table and frowned. It had been ten minutes ago since Harry went upstairs to grab the pillow he insisted he needed to lay comfortably on the couch and he still hadn't returned.

"Harry?" He called from the foot of the stairs.

A muffled sound reached his ears and he grew worried. "Harry, what's wrong?" He quickly walked up the stairs and rounded the corner.

The door to Harry's bedroom was half open and he entered it without knocking.

Harry was standing half bent next to his bed, one hand one his stomach and the other one grabbing one of the bed posts, his grip on it so tight his knuckles had turned white. He was panting and he raised his head when he heard Draco enter. "I think – I think your mother doesn't have to wait long anymore to meet her granddaughter." He smiled weakly. The next moment he grimaced and he spread his legs a bit more, bowing his head again when pain ranked through his body, making him whimper.

"Fuck." Draco muttered and strode over to Harry, pulling one arm around his neck and putting his own around Harry's waist. "Come on then, I'll help you to the delivery room."

The delivery room was two rooms further of Harry's and had been a storage room until a few days ago when Sirius and Remus had turned it into a makeshift delivery room. It had only a bed, a small closet and some towel and a bowl for water. Harry would give birth there and then afterwards would return to his room where the crib was also placed, so that he didn't have to go far during the night to feed his baby. Giving birth in a separate room was easier than cleaning the sheets in his bedroom, or at least that was Sirius' reasoning.

They made it easily to the room and Harry sat down on the bed, rubbing his back. The contractions had stopped for a moment but he knew they would be returning soon.

"Here, drink this." A vial was handed to him and even though his stomach already revolted against the foul taste, he obediently swallowed it. He grimaced and placed the vial on the floor.

"Eugh, nasty." He shivered. Then he turned his attention to Draco, who was looking at him thoughtfully. "What are we going to do now? Do you think Pomfrey will be here on time?"

"I'm going to send her an owl, but I don't know if it will reach her on time; it has already begun snowing." Draco sighed and ranked his hand through his hair. Quickly he went downstairs, grabbed some parchment and a quill and wrote his message, walking to the kitchen to find Sirius' owl sleeping.

"Hey, wake up. I need you to bring this to Poppy Pomfrey, the head nurse of Hogwarts." Draco told the owl and bound the parchment to his leg. He got a very foul look for daring to interrupt the owl's sleep and even fouler glare when the owl noticed how bad the weather was outside, but the owl flew out through the snow.

Sighing and rubbing his neck, Draco gathered all the tools he would need to help Harry deliver the baby. He hoped Pomfrey would be here before the baby arrived but it was doubtful with how bad the weather was now.

When he arrived back in the room, Harry was lying against a few pillows, his hands placed on his stomach.

"Alright, Harry, I sent a message to Pomfrey, but I don't know if the owl will reach her on time." Draco winced and sat down on the bed, placing a hand on Harry's stomach and felt the skin rippling when another contraction hit his lover.

"What are we going to do when she doesn't arrive on time?" Harry asked nervously and gripped the sheets tightly.

"Well, I've been studying male pregnancies and births since a few months ago." Draco stated slowly and pursed his lips. "And I know what to do to help you deliver the baby. Do you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you." Harry smiled and squeezed Draco's hand. "But why didn't you tell me you studied up on it?"

Draco shrugged and rolled up his sleeves. "I didn't thought it was necessary. I thought Pomfrey would be there to assist you, but obviously this is not the case now."

Harry whimpered and squeezed Draco's hand again, this time from pain.

"Everything will be alright." Draco mumbled and kissed Harry's sweaty forehead. "Alright, I'm going to take your pants off now so that I can check in a while how far you are."

Harry nodded and couldn't help but squirm a bit when he felt cool hands opening his pants and carefully pushing them down. He could feel his face burn in embarrassment when he felt the cool air hitting his bare legs and he shifted on the bed. Obviously he and Draco had never went further than just cuddling and kissing and the only time Draco had touched his bare skin was when he was caressing his stomach. To be half naked suddenly in front of his boyfriend when he was on the verge of giving birth was very embarrassing and uncomfortable.

"Hey, try to relax, all right?" Draco said soothingly and rubbed Harry's knees briefly before he placed his wand next to him and accio'd the bowl with now warm water in it, together with some towels to clean the baby when she arrived.

Harry nodded weakly and then began the wait. The contractions began to follow each other up quicker and Draco made sure Harry kept breathing slowly to deal with the pain.

Even though he felt bad for putting Harry through all that pain, his stomach swarmed with butterflies and he felt excited. In less than a few hours he would be holding his baby girl in his arms and would finally see her after nine months. They would be a real family.

"Fuck." Harry swore when a contraction, the pain worse than the one before, ranked through his stomach again. He could feel his baby slowly moving down to his newly formed birth channel and he felt more nervous with each contraction that hit him. It wouldn't be too long anymore before he would need to push and for some reason that made him nervous.

He tried to concentrate on the fact that it wouldn't be too long anymore before he could finally hold their daughter in his arms. The pain would be worth it in the end.

"Alright, Harry, it's time to start pushing." Draco announced and sat down on his knees in the middle of the bed, right between Harry's spread legs which were now upraised. "I'm going to count to three and then you can start pushing until I say you can stop. Ready?"

"Not really, but it's not like I have a choice." Harry grimaced and hissed when another wave of pain made him tremble. Oh Merlin, he could feel his baby moving into his birth channel now and the need to push rose up.

"You'll do fine." Draco smiled and took a deep breath. "Alright, one, two, three."

At three, Harry started to push, his hands clenching tightly in the bunched up sheets, his muscles all tensed up, his eyes closed. His breath came out in pants and he could feel sweat dripping off his face. His sweater clung to his chest and he felt uncomfortably warm but he kept pushing.

"Alright, you can stop for a minute. Start again when you feel the next contraction." Draco told him calmly.

And so for the next half hour, Harry was pushing like his life depended on it. Inwardly he was asking himself if the baby would ever fit through such a small hole, but he trusted Draco to help him. Slowly, very slowly, his baby dropped lower and lower until Draco announced that he could see her head.

"Alright, darling, just a few more pushes and then it's all over." Draco encouraged him. "Just a few more and then we can hold our daughter in our arms."

Harry had started to sob weakly from the pain but he took a deep breath and with the strength he had left in his fatigued body, he started pushing again.

"Come on, Harry, just a bit more, she's nearly here." Draco encouraged him and then the head popped out. "Just one big push and then she's out." As soon as the small shoulders slid out, he grabbed them carefully and helped Harry to get the baby completely out.

With one last scream, Harry pushed and then suddenly, he felt empty. Empty and sore, but incredibly relieved when he heard a sharp cry resounding in the room.

"Is she alright?" He asked breathlessly and weakly sat up.

Draco looked up after he cut the umbilical cord and checked the baby and washed her. He then wrapped her up in a small blanket and smiled. "She's perfect, Harry. She's completely healthy and just perfect." His smile was blinding when he carefully placed their daughter in Harry's arms who looked at her in wonder. Draco made quick work of removing the afterbirth and cleaning up the now deflated looking Harry before he came to sit next to Harry, sliding an arm around his shoulders and staring down at his daughter.

"Look at her." Harry whispered with a tired but proud smile. "She's perfect." His finger softly caressed her soft red cheek.

Her eyes were shut so they couldn't see her eye colour but she had curly blonde hair, and a small button nose with a small mouth.

"I can't believe we made her. She looks like an angel." Harry murmured.

"That she is." Draco agreed and smiled.

"Thank you." Harry murmured and raised his head to kiss him on his lips. When Draco looked at him confused, he elaborated, "For helping me and for giving me her."

"I think I should thank you." Draco said and looked at him tenderly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Once again ignoring the sting of guilt, which he got better at, Draco looked down at his small family. This was perfect. He and Harry were going to marry in the near future and now they had a perfect baby girl.

"I was thinking of naming her Caelyn." Harry peered up at him. "Is that alright with you?"

"Caelyn Potter Malfoy." Draco tried out. He smiled. "It's perfect."

"Welcome to the family, Caelyn." Harry chuckled and bent his head to drop a kiss on her forehead.

Yes, everything was perfect. There was nothing that could separate them anymore. Just how he had always dreamt they would end up.

AN2: So as mentioned in the other chapter; there won't be a new update for at least two weeks because I'm still writing and tweeking the chapters. But you can be sure that there will be two lemons to read in two of the three sequels ;)

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