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Face Down	By : nekluvshp Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 37335 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Found
- 2-First Time
- 3-Friends?
- 4-Closer
- 5-Again
- 6-Holiday Gifts
- 7-Too Far
- 8-Loss
- 9-Gain
- 10-Coping
- 11-With Love
- 12-Recovering
- 13-Date
- 14-Willing
- 15-Consenting
- 16-Enjoying
- 17-Expecting
- 18-Parting Ways
- 19-Rescue
- 20-Epilogue
- 19
- 20
Welcome my friends, to the end. I can’t believe this is it!!! I started writing this story over a year and a half ago and now it’s done. I still plan on going back through the first 7 or so chapters though and rewriting them but I don’t know when that will be. I do know that when that happens, I will be deleting ALL off of the chapter and reposting them as they are redone.

I would like to thank each and every one of you for reading this story and particularly those who have stuck with it since December ’09.

This chapter is dedicated to two people HedwigsHeart89 for being my first reviewer and Althydia for being the hundredth reviewer!!! (On this site)

Anyway, I’ll let you get to it and save the rest of my blathering for the end!!!

Edit 9-11-11: The first chapter of the sequel, titled And Again, has been posted.

Five and a half months later:

Harry was bored. And angry, and tired, and sweaty. His back hurt, his feet hurt, he could hardly walk without assistance, and worst of all, in his bias opinion, he was horny as hell and could do nothing about it.

It was Tuesday, classes had just started up again after Christmas Holiday the day before and Harry had been confined to their rooms as he was ready to pop any day. The only thing that made it slightly better, was the fact that he wasn’t in the hospital wing.

Madam Pomfrey had wanted him there since Christmas Day, but Harry adamantly refused. Instead, there was an entire corner set up and reserved just for him for when the time came.

Harry huffed and threw the book he was trying to read on the floor. He was even grouchier than usual due to the fact that he was feeling extremely restless but could hardly move to do anything. His body was also achier than normal.

After a few minutes of pouting over the fact that Draco wasn’t there to make him feel better, Harry decided to take a bath. The warm water always helped him stop hurting.

One long soak in bubble filled water later, Harry felt decidedly better, only now he was very tired and ready for a nap. That had been the only reason he got out of the tub to begin with. It wouldn’t do to fall asleep and drown, Draco would kill him.

Naked and wet, Harry left the bathroom and waddled toward the large bed, unfortunately no longer a water bed because Harry hadn’t been able to get out of it by the time he hit his sixth month. He dried himself with his wand before crawling on top of the covers and falling asleep almost immediately.

The first thing Harry did when he woke up was check the time. It was almost two-thirty and the very first thing he felt was irrational anger. He’d slept right through lunch and Draco hadn’t woken up him.

As he struggled to sit up, Harry felt something odd, the bed was wet. He groaned and pressed the heel of his palms to his eyes. “Have I really lost that much control over my bladder?” He asked himself.

It was as he picked up his wand to clean up the mess that it happened. A painful tightening in his lower abdomen had him gasping and dropping the thin piece of wood. He sat in shock, barely breathing, as he waited for it to pass. When it did, he looked back down at the large, wet area of the silver comforter and noticed it had a slightly red tinge to it.

Harry’s mind began to race as he realized he had actually been in labor all day. He’d been too focused on staying comfortable to figure out that the crampy feeling he had before his bath had actually been light contractions. Even after having had false labor a few weeks ago and getting a taste of what the real thing would feel like, he still hadn’t figured it out.

Forgetting everything he’d learned and practiced with Madam Pomfrey, Harry began to panic and hyperventilate, suddenly wishing he’d gone to stay in the hospital wing. As his breathing sped up, his head started to swim from the lack of oxygen and he fell back onto his pillow, unconscious.

It was nearly an hour later that a much more painful contraction ripped through him and brought him back to consciousness. When it was over, he was panting and clutching at his distended stomach, silently praying for it to stop.

By the time Harry had calmed himself down, he felt a frustrated scream bubble its way out of his throat as he felt the beginnings of another one. This time, he tried to remember his breathing and congratulated himself when he didn’t go into a panic again.

As soon as that one passed, Harry sat himself up and mentally prepared himself for the twelve foot trip to the fireplace. That was all he had to do, fire-call the school nurse and wait to be escorted, or mostly likely carried, to the hospital wing as he wasn’t allowed to use any mode of magical transportation.

Harry came to the conclusion that twelve feet became a lot further in an emergency when he dropped to his knees from the force of another contraction. He managed not to scream, but by the end of it he was nearly in tears.

When it stopped, Harry found himself lying on his side on the floor. He glanced up at the fireplace but decided he didn’t want to risk moving again as he began sobbing.

It was happening all wrong. Draco was supposed to be there with him to help, to make sure he was ok, and that he got to the hospital wing alright. But now, sitting there alone and despite having gone over everything a thousand times to be sure he was ready, Harry had no idea what he was supposed to do.

His body didn’t want to listen to him, no matter how much he knew he had to get to the fireplace to call Madam Pomfrey.

Labor seemed to be going much faster than what was normal and even though he had been warned it could, and most likely would, happen that way, he was on the edge of panicking again.

Harry's thoughts were completely jumbled as he attempted to figure out away to contact Madam Pomfrey or anyone at this point. He was screaming names of everyone he knew; hoping beyond hope that one of them would some how hear him, but he knew it wasn’t possible. People didn’t just appear when they were called.

That last thought gave him an idea. Knowing it would be the only way for him to get to the infirmary until Draco came back from class in an hour and a half; Harry called out, “Dobby.”

A sharp crack filled the air and Harry sobbed in relief that the elf heard him even with the lacking strength of his voice at the moment.

“Harry Potter, sir!” Dobby squeaked when he saw the state the boy was in. “Why is Harry Potter on the floor?! Has you been injured?”

“Dobby!” Harry croaked, catching the blabbering creature’s attention. “I need you to get Madam Pomfrey.” He was infinitely grateful that he was between contractions at the moment.

“Oh, yes sir! Dobby will be doing what Master Harry Potter asks!” With another crack, the house elf was gone.

Half a minute later and in the middle of a contraction, the fire flared green and the woman he now considered his personal savior stepped out of the flames.

“Harry!” She nearly shrieked as she rushed to his side and knelt beside him, immediately conjuring a stretcher beneath him. “How long have you been in labor?” She asked as she spelled a nearby pair of pajamas onto his naked body.

“All day.” He moaned in pain.

“All day? Mr. Potter why— never mind. It doesn’t matter now. What does matter is that we get you out of here.” Pomfrey said as she stood up and flicked her wand so the stretcher floated beside her at waist height.

“I’m sorry.” Harry whimpered. “I didn’t know. I thought it was just a stomachache and when I figured it out…” He sobbed. “When I figured it out, I couldn’t move.” The end of his sentence was almost immediately followed by a scream as he was assaulted by more pain.

“It’s alright, Harry.” She said softly as she walked out of the room at a brisk pace.

The trip from the dungeons to the fourth floor seemed to last an eternity to Harry. In that time, he had three more contractions and managed to stay quiet through the first two.

The last of those three labor pains hit him in the third floor corridor and he couldn’t hold back a hoarse scream.

Almost immediately, doors on all sides were flying opening and students were pouring into the hall to find out what was going on. The medi-witch ignored them as she continued toward their destination.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut to block out the unwanted spectators and gritted his teeth against the rest of the pain. The only thing he wanted at that moment was for Draco to be next to him, holding his hand and telling him it would be ok.

Not a moment later, a pair of familiar hands was around one of his and coaxing it out of the tight fist it was in.

Once Harry allowed his hand to relax and be held, he opened his eyes and felt immediate relief at seeing Draco's gray eyes staring down at him in concern.

“How did you do that?” Harry asked, his voice weak from screaming.

“How did I do what, love?”

Harry sniffled and replied, “I was just thinking how badly I wanted you here holding my hand.”

“I was in class on the third floor.” Draco said with a soft smile. “And I’m extremely glad I was.” It was then that Harry realized they had reached the fourth floor and were approaching the hospital wing.

Madam Pomfrey immediately took Harry to his reserved bed and lowered the stretcher onto it before vanishing the unneeded item.

At the same moment, another contraction hit him and Harry started sobbing again. Draco had let go of his hand for a second to pull up a chair and was back by his side instantly.

“It hurts, Draco.” The brunette cried and squeezed the hand in his.

“Shhhh. I know it does.” Draco attempted to soothe him. “Just keep breathing and it’ll all be over before you know it.”

“I want it over now!” Harry suddenly spat, startling the blonde.

Once the pain passed, Harry calmed down some and apologized for yelling at him.

After giving them a few minutes of privacy, Madam Pomfrey returned and set up the screens around Harry's bed. Then she transfigured her patient’s pajamas into a hospital gown.

“Alright, Harry, I’m going to see how far dilated you are.” The boy in labor nodded his understanding before turning his attention to Draco, who was holding Harry's left hand in both of his and had it pressed to his mouth.

“Five centimeters.” Madam Pomfrey announced once she had lowered Harry's gown. The boy in question groaned in frustration, remembering that that meant he was only half way dilated.

“Isn’t there something you can give him for the pain?” Draco asked as Harry began wincing and gasping through another contraction.

“Of course, Mr. Malfoy. That was my next order of business.” She replied and grabbed a vial off a fully stocked tray. “Unfortunately, it’s not very strong as too much of certain ingredients could harm the baby.”

Harry gratefully took the potion, hoping that it would help even the slightest bit. When the next pain hit, he happily noted that it was now tolerable, at least.

“Better?” Draco asked hopefully when Harry didn’t scream.

“Much.” He answered.

“Good. I feel terrible knowing that you’re in so much pain.” The blonde said softly.

With a pout, Harry grumbled, “Well you should.”

Two hours past in much the same manner. Madam Pomfrey would check his progress and Draco would hold his hand during contractions.

Hermione and Ginny had heard about Harry going into labor from the students who had witnessed it and showed up around five-thirty. They were allowed to stay for while, until the medi-witch asked (forced) them to leave when Sirius and Remus showed up an hour later.

It was nearing nine o’clock when the nurse told them that Harry has less than a centimeter to go. “It may be almost over, Harry, but remember that the hardest part is still to come and unfortunately, I can not give you anymore pain relieving potions.” She also told the two older men that they had to leave the room at that time.

Harry was exhausted already. He was dying for it to be over with so that they could finally see their baby and hold him or her in their arms. If it weren’t for that particular outcome, Harry would have given up a long time ago.

Immense relief filled Harry when Madam Pomfrey finally told him he was just about ready to start pushing. But that happy bubble was quickly burst when she added that Draco had to leave the wing.

Completely unwillingly, Draco stood from his seat and stared sadly down at Harry's terrified face. “I’m sorry.” He whispered as he placed a hand on Harry's belly and bent to give him a soft, quick kiss.

With the other hand he cupped Harry’s face and rubbed the brunette’s cheek with his thumb. “I love you. Ok?”

“I love you, too.” Harry replied in a hoarse whisper.

“I’ll be right outside that door, waiting, and as soon as it’s alright, I’ll be right here again.” He stated reassuringly.

Harry nodded and leaned up a little for another kiss before Draco took a step back and left before he decided he couldn’t do it.

Out in the corridor, Sirius, Remus, and Hermione were waiting. They rushed forward when they saw Draco and started asking questions all at once.

“Hey! One at a time, please.”

Hermione and Remus looked at Sirius, as he was Harry's godfather and had more right than anyone, besides Draco, to know what was happening.

“Is… is it done? Is Harry okay?” The dark-haired man quickly asked the questions on everyone’s mind.

“Harry's fine but it’s not over yet. He’s just fully dilated so we’ll probably start hearing screaming soon.” He replied dejectedly. “And Pomfrey kicked me out.”

“Why?” Remus asked.

“I—” Draco started angrily before shaking his head and sighing. “I don’t know. But it’s my child and Harry's my husband. Don’t I have the right to be in there?”

Before anyone had the chance to answer the rhetorical the question, a scream was heard from the room behind the blonde seventeen year old.

Draco spun around immediately and tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge. “Damn it.” He muttered and weakly hit the wooden surface with his fist.

Forty-five minutes later and the door to the hospital wing was still firmly shut. Sirius and Remus were sitting together on the floor against a wall, Hermione was attempting, and actually failing, to distract herself with a book, and Draco was furiously pacing in front of the entrance.

At every turnaround, Draco would glare at the door and curse under his breath when it remained closed. He was becoming more afraid as more time passed. It wasn’t supposed to take this long, was it?

He was about to drop to his knees and vent his frustration by punching the floor, possibly breaking a few fingers, when, finally, the door creaked open and Madam Pomfrey stepped out.

She wasn’t holding a baby and they couldn’t hear the cries of a newborn. The worst possible outcome jumped to the forefront of Draco's mind and his heart began hammering in his chest.

“Perhaps I was wrong in making you leave.” She started. “Harry seems to almost be resisting now and I believe it’s because you’re not there to share it with him.”

“I can come back in?” Draco asked skeptically.

“Please.”

Draco didn’t need to hear anything more than that. He rushed passed the medi-witch and to the other end of the room.

“Harry!” He exclaimed as he stepped around the privacy screen and ran to his side. He pushed Harry's fringe off of his sweaty forehead and kissed it. “Harry.” He repeated softly.

Harry's face was red and tears streaked and he looked like he was ready to pass out any moment.

Suddenly shaking his head, Harry cried, “I can’t do it. I can’t do it.”

“Shh shh shh shh. Yes, you can, Harry. I know you can.” Draco said as he knelt next to the bed to be eye level with Harry.

“Where’d Madam Pomfrey go?” Harry asked, deliberately changing the subject.

The woman in question came into view and replied, “I was calling for assistance.” Behind her stood a familiar figure in black.

“Why is Snape here?” The brunette asked, trying to be angry but not having the energy.

“As is required to be a potions master, I have an extensive amount of medical knowledge.” The dour man replied.

Turning back to Draco, Harry said, “I don’t want him here.”

“Ignore him, Harry. He’s only here to help.” Draco replied softly and pushed Harry's hair back again. “Just focus on me and bringing our baby into the world.”

“Harry.” Madam Pomfrey said, gaining both of their attention. “Just like before, I need you to push on the next contraction.”

“You can do it, Harry. You’ve done great so far.” The blonde praised.

A moment later, the pain that was becoming all too familiar to Harry began again and he was pushing with everything he had.

Next to him, Draco had one hand in his and the other soothingly running through raven locks, repeating things like, “You’re almost there, Harry. It’s almost over.”

Finally, when Harry was about ready to give up, it felt like something gave way and a few seconds later, the cries of a newborn infant filled the air.

Panting, sweating, and red-faced, Harry collapsed into the bed in relief.

At the other end of the bed, the exhausted young man could only blurrily make out the shape of Madam Pomfrey handing a flesh colored blob to Snape before she disappeared behind the blanket that was draped over his raised legs.

In the back of his mind, Harry knew the medi-witch was doing something involving the afterbirth and cleaning him up, but he didn’t notice. The only thing that existed was the wriggling infant that Snape was currently wrapping in a blanket.

Fuzzily, Harry watched what he assumed was Snape’s arm waving over the small bundle, doing what though, he didn’t know.

Feeling Harry's heavy gaze on him, Snape said, “Cleaning and diagnostic spells.” Not a minute later, he was walking down the empty side of the bed toward the new parents.

Without taking his eyes off of the bundle in Snape’s arms, Harry reached for Draco and simply said, “Glasses.” The blonde immediately grabbed them from the bedside table and handed them over.

Everything came into focus as Harry slid his glasses on at the same moment that Snape stopped next to him, an oddly gentle smile on his face.

“Congratulations, you have just given birth to a healthy baby boy.” He said as he leaned down to the place the child in Harry's now outstretched arms.

Harry sniffled and smiled brightly as he gazed down at his son’s chubby, red face. He had a tuft of black hair atop his tiny head and typical baby blue eyes staring up at them as he made gurgling sounds.

“He’s perfect, Harry.” Draco whispered before pressing a kiss to his husband’s temple.

“He is.” Harry agreed as a few happy tears ran down his cheeks.

Before anything else could be said, Madam Pomfrey stood from her place at the end of the bed and said, “You can put your legs down now, Harry.” He did so and with assistance from Draco, managed to get himself in a more comfortable sitting position.

“This is one for the books.” The medi-witch said as she began cleaning up the area.

“What do you mean?” Harry asked as he glanced up curiously for half a second.

The woman paused for a moment and turned to look at the little family. “Very few male pregnancies are brought to term with zero complications. The fact that your temporary birth canal closed on its own already is amazing by itself. Even with the smoothest birthing it usually takes at least a full day.” She explained.

“Great just what I need, more fame.” Harry grumbled, his face taking on a dark look. But then he looked down at the tiny form of his son and another smile stretched across his lips as everything negative melted away.

“At least you won’t be alone.” Draco said.

Harry looked at him for the first time in several minutes as if he just noticed the blonde was still there. “I’m sorry. Do you want to hold him?”

Draco nodded and stood from his kneeling position to sit on the edge of the bed. “He’s so small.” He commented once he had the infant safely encased in his arms.

“What’s his name?” Madam Pomfrey asked as she produced a piece of parchment from seemingly nowhere.

“We haven’t actually talked about it.” Draco replied. “But if Harry still likes his idea from before, I’m all for it.” He looked at the dark-haired man next to him, expecting to see a nod or smile of agreement. Instead, he saw a deep pain written across his face a moment before large tears began spilling from his eyes.

“Harry?” The blonde said softly. The response he received was Harry burying his face in his hands and sobbing harder. Draco looked pleadingly at Madam Pomfrey and she seemed to understand what he needed.

The medi-witch walked over to him and took the now sleeping baby from his arms. “I’ll just run a few more diagnostic spells on him and maybe see if he’s hungry.” She said before turning and leaving the couple alone.

“Harry, what’s wrong?” He asked gently, using his free hands to try and sooth the other.

Harry answered with another question. “D-don’t you know what t-today is?”

Draco swallowed hard. He knew, but he had been hoping Harry didn’t. It was foolish of him to think Harry wouldn’t remember such a terrible day.

“He can n-not be James.” Harry stated, pointing in the general direction Madam Pomfrey had gone. “I already h-had a J-James and he was taken fr-rom me.”

Realizing the stupidity of his mistake, Draco pulled Harry into his arms and spoke softly. “I am so sorry, Harry. I’m such an idiot. He wasn’t my child and I didn’t have any feelings or attachment to him. I wasn’t thinking.”

After a stretch of silence where Harry continued to sniffle, he tilted his head back so he could look up at Draco and murmured, “You name him.”

“Me? Are you sure?” Draco asked, wanting to be sure Harry was absolutely positive with that decision.

Harry nodded. “Yes. I had never thought about what I might name my kids before last year and the only boy name I had is no longer available. Besides, he’s your son too.”

Draco couldn’t help but smile at that. He had a child, a son, and he was married to the man he loved. Suddenly he felt overwhelmed as it all really sank in for the first time.

“Sweet Merlin, Harry, we have a kid.” He gasped.

“You’re just figuring that out now?” Harry teased.

“No, it’s just that… it’s real now.”

Harry sighed. “I know what you mean.” His sentence was followed by a large yawn.

“Maybe you should go to sleep.” Draco suggested as he ran a hand through the dark head of hair snuggled into his chest.

“Nooooo.” Harry whined petulantly, a clear sign that sleep was needed. “What if he needs me?”

“Don’t worry.” Draco said as he continued to pet Harry's head. “I can take care of him.”

“But—”

“Harry, right now you need to rest if you want to be of any use to our son, ok? Also, there are three people in the corridor at this very moment that are more than willing to help if it happens to be needed.” The blonde explained.

“They must be invisible then.” A deep, teasing voice suddenly said. “Because we didn’t see anyone out there.” A moment later, Sirius and Remus came around the privacy screen, the former holding their newborn son.

“You look good with a baby, Sirius.” Harry stated with a tired smile.

There was an odd twinkle in the man’s gray eyes before Remus suddenly spoke up. “Do not tempt him, Harry. The last thing we need at this age is a child.”

“This age? This age?” Sirius was incredulous. “Can you believe that, Harry? He just said we’re old!”

Harry attempted to laugh, but ended up yawning instead. “Y-you are old, grandpa.” He said with a sleepy chuckle. “Now shut up and give me my baby before I hurt you.”

Sirius knew better than to mess with an angry pregnant, or recently pregnant, person, so he quickly handed the still sleeping child back to his “mother.” He’d gotten on Lily’s bad side a couple of times when she had been pregnant with Harry and he still had the scars to prove it.

“He called me old, Moony.” He whined once had shuffled back over to his boyfriend.

Remus chuckled. “He’s not wrong, you know. We are the same age that James would be.”

“That doesn’t mean he had to say it out loud.” Sirius grouched just loud enough for his lighter haired partner to hear him.

With an amused smirk, Draco turned his attention from the quietly arguing couple, to Harry, who was now leaning back on a pile of pillows with their son in his arms, nearly asleep. He quickly picked the boy up from Harry's arms before something bad happened.

“Wha’re you doin’?” Harry mumbled as his eyes fluttered, fighting to stay open.

“Taking him before you fall asleep. You don’t want to drop him do you?” Draco quietly asked. “Now sleep, Harry.”

Harry shook his head. “No, don’ wan’ to.”

Very carefully, Draco adjusted the infant so that he was holding him with just one arm but still had a secure grip and was supporting his head properly. He then reached down with his free hand and pushed Harry's fringe out of his eyes.

“Look at me, Harry.” He whispered.

Harry's eyes flitted around behind their lids but didn’t open. “Can’t.”

“Exactly. You need to go to sleep. You’re exhausted.” Draco insisted he took his arm back to hold his son.

Harry mumbled something unintelligible in response before his head fell to the slightly to the side and his breathing completely evened out.

“Good night, love.” Draco whispered with a small smile and kissed the brunette’s forehead. He watched Harry sleep for a minute before he walked around the privacy screen and motioned with his head for Remus and Sirius to follow him.

Outside the door to Madam Pomfrey’s office, they stopped and Draco turned to the werewolf. “Did you get to hold him yet?” He asked.

“No, Sirius was being selfish. Hermione didn’t even get a chance to hold him before she went back to Gryffindor tower to tell everyone.” Remus explained and shot Sirius an angry glare.

“Why can’t we have one?” Sirius asked as Draco allowed the third man to take the baby from him.

Remus rolled his eyes in annoyance. “They aren’t like puppies, Sirius. Babies need constant care at any and all hours of the day and you can’t just give it away if you decide it’s too hard or you don’t want it anymore. It’s for life or not at all and you’ve never been the best with commitment.”

Sirius stuffed his hands in his pockets and sulked but remained quiet. He knew Remus was right, even if he didn’t like it.

“What’d you name him?” Remus asked, turning back to Draco. “Madam Pomfrey didn’t tell us.”

“He doesn’t have one yet. I don’t know why, but we never discussed it. It didn’t really make a difference to me as long as Harry's happy and I guess I always just assumed he was thinking about it.” Draco replied with a guilty shrug.

“It’s not a big deal.” Sirius cut in. “Lots of parents have trouble naming their kids. If what I heard from relatives is correct, my brother was home from the hospital for an entire week before my parents picked a name for him.”

Draco looked at the tiny bundle in Remus' arms and then back at Sirius. “It might not be a huge deal to you or me, but I’m sure Harry feels terrible about it. I accidentally upset him earlier and I think part of it was because he didn’t have any other names.”

“Other names?” Remus asked. Draco quickly explained the James situation to them, during which Madam Pomfrey emerged from her office.

“Do you have a name yet?” The medi-witch asked as she once again pulled a piece of parchment from nowhere.

“Well… yes actually. Harry did insist that I name him, but I’m not sure how he would feel about. It’s what he would describe as a “pureblood name.” He said, putting air quotes around the last two words.

Madam Pomfrey held the parchment, a blank birth certificate, out to Draco. “It can always be changed later if becomes a problem but this should be filed as soon as possible. Just touch the tip of your wand to it and clearly say his full name. The rest will fill itself in.”

With a slightly shaking hand, Draco reached into his robe for his wand and did as he was instructed. He cleared his throat once before speaking the name he had picked out for his first son.

“Scorpius Hyperion Potter-Malfoy.”

Sirius couldn’t hold in a short, bark of laughter. “Oh you’re right Malfoy; Harry's going to kill you.”

And they all lived happily ever after… or did they?

I know the ending seems kind of abrupt, but it would have gone on forever if I didn’t stop. Besides, it’s not technically the end. There is still the sequel and the one-shot/drabble/ficlet posting of random moments.

Here’s a little taste of what the Random Moments will contain: Their wedding, first day of 7^th year, appointment with Madam Pomfrey at the beginning of 8^th month, a secret something that happens when Scorpius is 2, and Harry's defeating of Voldemort. These may or may not be in chronological order so I’ll be sure to state when it’s happening at the top. If there’s anything you’d like to see, feel free to let me know and I’ll take it into consideration, with it being dedicated to the reviewer who made the suggestion of course.

As for the sequel, here is a 1^st draft summary:

Harry and Draco have been happily married for 15 years. They own a successful daycare center for magical children and have four of their own, with a fifth on the way. Can they survive when someone from a dark part of their past returns?

Stay tuned to find out. ^^

As of now, the sequel has no title and will only be 2-3 chapters long, hopefully. The Random Moments will go on for as long as I have ideas for it.

Edit 8-29-12: The first chapter of Random Moments has been posted!! Please check it out!!
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