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Can You Keep a Secret?	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 28185 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Title: Can you keep a Secret?

Authors: kusanobabe05 [kusanosakura] and socia0307

Pairing: DracoxHarry, implied RonxHermione, implied BillxFleur

Fandom : HP

Notes: Compatible up to the bathroom scene between Draco and Harry in Half-blood Prince- minus the Ginny interest. After that is completely AU…

Warning: drarry gets rather aggressive so be warned.

Chapter 20

Harry slept fitfully for a few hours and about six was woke with a sudden rush of nausea. Draco was wrapped tightly around him and he could hardly get free. He tried to swallow the bile rising in his throat and started shoving Draco off him. He needed to get to the bathroom...

Draco was startled away when he felt a push at his arms, "Harry," he said groggily, letting go of Harry, "Whas' going on?"

Harry was finally free and stumbled as he tried to reach the bathroom but his feet were tangled in the sheets. He tripped and was promptly sick on the floor beside the bed. His eyes prickled with tears.

"Harry," Draco almost screamed. He knew something was wrong and grabbed his wand banishing the covers and something told him to grab the trash bin, which was thankfully close. "Use this."

Harry was thankfully sick in the bin and not the floor anymore. he shakily summoned his wand. He cast a scrubbing charm on his mouth and banished the mess from the floor. He sagged, "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"

"No," Draco said softly rubbing Harry's back, "Do you need your potions," he asked calling a damp towel to him to wipe Harry's mouth.

Harry sighed, "I must still be upset..." his stomach was still reeling. He smiled shyly, "Just an anti-nausea potion i think." a part of him wanted to be upset at Draco for clinging to tightly but he'd needed the comfort. Besides, he had a feeling Iris would kick him hard if he was angry with her Daddy. It would be a hard enough morning without borrowing trouble.

Draco reached over to the nightstand to grab the one needed and gave it to Harry. "Was it my fault? I'll try to be more careful when I go to sleep."

Harry choose his words carefully because he had no real desire to blame Draco or fight this morning. "No, it's not your fault. I was so busy trying not to be ill that I didn't wake you properly and ask you to let go. I needed you to hold when we went to bed. I didn't expect to get sick first thing this morning."

Draco nodded, "Do you want to lay back down. I can go bring breakfast back to bed for us." He ran his hand through Harry's hair.

Harry shook his head; "We're supposed to have company for breakfast. Remember? I'm sending Winky for Mrs. Weasley..."

"Your right," Draco nodded, "I almost forgot," he ran a hand through his own platinum strands of hair. "So a bath then?"

Harry smiled at him; "A bath would be nice." he blushed thinking about sitting in a nice warm bath naked with Draco. He liked the feeling of their skin touching.

Draco stood, reaching his hand out for Harry to do the same, "yes indeed, yesterday seemed like it took forever." Draco was glad to be in their home and Harry was safe.

Harry accepted Draco's hand and let the taller teen help him up. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," Draco answered with a small smile, brushing his nose against Harry's. "Hopefully staying here will help to ease the sickness..."

Harry undressed, leaning up to kiss his boyfriend. "I hope so too."

Draco hummed into the kiss and backed away a little to start walking to the bathroom. Dobby or Winky must have heard him say something about a bath, because the bath was already waiting.

Harry followed Draco to where the welcome bath was waiting. He practically purred at the sight. "That looks very comfortable."

Draco hummed in agreement and took off his cloths. He stepped into the large tube and sat down. "Are you coming in or not."

Harry couldn't stifle a giggle, as he slipped into Draco's lap and leaned back against his chest. "Would I refuse the honour of a bath with you? I think Iris would protest..."

Draco chuckled as he pulled Harry closer to him. "Your mind would do the same anyway."

Harry snorted, "You say that like I'm addicted to you or something..."

"Oh and you're not?" Draco teased as he washed Harry's back, "but from the way you say 'Dray' I'd swear you were."

Harry's entire body flushed pink. He turned and playfully punched Draco's bicep, "Like you aren't yourself. I've heard the way you say my name when I'm fucking you."

Draco rested his chin on Harry's shoulder, "that's because it felt sooo good."

Harry smirked, "Of course it does. Why do you think I beg for it?" he wandlessly, absently cast a coldwater charm on him. As pleasurable as sex was, they didn't have time for it.

Draco started to wash Harry's hair, "A lot of these feel good when its done by two people, like eating."

: Harry blushed remembering their first bath together when Draco gave him his first blowjob. "I never had any good memories of baths until you. Aunt Petunia used to complain about them when I was little. When I got old enough to shower I just did to avoid being subject to her wrath."

"Now you can take what ever you like, as long as you like," Draco smiled as he continued to clean Harry.

Harry enjoyed the attention, mumbling, "Sometimes I think you treat me better then I deserve..." he had his clingy moments, and he had his 'I need to be independent' moments. He not only was addicted to Draco he leaned on him and needed his support or he was afraid he would fall apart. After fifteen years of being of being told he was worthless, would never amount to anything and didn't deserve anything good it was both flattering and nerve-wracking to have someone like Draco.

They supported each other; they were each other's calm eye in the middle of this storm. On opposite sides in a war fate didn't give them the choice to choose they should be trying to kill each other. Instead they were a loving, passionate couple that was expecting a baby.

"We're both new at this right," Draco commented making sure they were both clean, before moving to stand up. "The least I can do for the one I love and who's amazing enough to love me back. He picked a towel, "come on you first, I think the robs are in the bedroom.."

Harry had to stand when Draco did or he'd have sprawled face first into the tub and probably smashed Iris. He blushed a deeper colour, "I'm not amazing." he muttered as he climbed out of the tub carefully. He had no intention of falling again. The books he read about male pregnancies said that they were extremely delicate. Intense emotional or physical trauma could cause spontaneous miscarriages. He couldn't loose Iris. It would destroy him.

"You have a scar on your forehead and a soon to be hu-breakfast," Draco horribly tried to play off his sentence, "I wonder what's for breakfast don't you " he started to whistle as he dried himself off.

Harry was soon dry as well, "What ever it is I'm sure it will be wonderful." he laughed, "Probably not as wonderful as food at the Manor..." He'd overheard Draco telling his friends that food at home was better then at Hogwarts a few times since they'd started there.

"Food at the-," Draco raised a playful eyebrow, "Do you forget who use to cook for me. Dobby was ok, but Winky is more skilled. My mum's though could use some work." He shook his head laughing at the thought.

Harry blinked, "Your mother can cook? I thought such menial labour was beneath purebloods? I thought that was why they kept house elves." coughed, "I didn't mean that in a rude way..."

"How can it be rude, its true." Draco gave a small nod, "she did try, when I was home for the summer. Then she gave up and got another house elf."

Harry's eyes widened, "How many do you have?" he had Dobby, Winky and Kreacher. Not that he liked to remember that particular house elf. Hopefully by carrying a Draco child he might have redeemed himself in Kreacher's eyes. He really hated to be called the son of a Mudblood or a bloodtraitor or whatever else Kreacher muttered when they were at Grimmauld

"What's with that look," Draco chuckled, "Dobby did the cooking and tending to me when he wasn't cleaning. He was our only one-no there was another one, a female but I never saw her. I never had the time to meet the new house elf..."

Harry blinked, "I would have thought that you had an army. Hogwarts has at least two dozen and that's not including my three. Those are just the ones I saw, there could be more. How big is the Manor really? You were always bragging so much I half thought you were either lying or it was the size of a castle. The only person whose bragging ways who was more annoying was Delacour." he turned to dress.

"No, I don't think we did. I never paid that much attention to details," Draco picked some blue slacks and a white shirt to put on. "Three floors 16 bedrooms. Some are sitting rooms though and seven baths. I have no clue why unless the whole family lived there."

"How many are in the family anyway? Besides you, your parents and Bellatrix. Of course there is her husband and his brother as well." Harry was curious. He smirked, "Any chance we could secretly send your mother a portkey? I know the charm to make one. That is if she'd consider getting to safety."

Draco stop to think, then his eyes widen, "Harry...I forgot about our Family Tree Tapestry... But its in the sitting room next to my room behind my dresser...but I forgot all about it.""

Harry turned pale and shook, "Merlin!" he felt very ill now. "Would anyone read it? Can we steal it? Dumbledore's bad enough but if your aunt sees it..." he couldn't complete the thought.

"Don't worry. Don't worry; they have no business rearranging my bedroom. I don't think its that easy to remove either. My mum may think it too hard to go into my room with out being emotional...We should be fine. Right now, its more the likely to be the last thing they are thinking about..."

Harry sat on the bed, "Are you sure Dobby couldn't sneak in and take it or hide it? He is a former Draco elf..." He wasn't going to panic, Bellatrix coming after Draco was about as traumatizing as Dumbledore killing Iris.

"He's smart enough for sneaking around, he could, just to be a hundred present safe no one sees it until this is all over..."

"The last thing we need is that group of people discovering you betrayed them, slept with the their archenemy who is carrying the Draco Heiress."

Draco surprisingly started to laugh, "that's...something right out of a really, really interesting story," They had been through so much and had even more to face but he could not help himself. He looked Harry in the eyes and smiled. "Who knew falling in love would turn the world up side down."

Harry gave him a shy smile and then his face fell, "Oh no...the Black Family Tapestry. The Order is still using Grimmauld. What if they see? I didn't think about it before. If they tell the wrong person and it gets to Skeeter. Merlin they'll think you raped me..."

"Where is it in that house though?"

"The study? Or is it the library I don't remember. Ask Kreacher. He would know. Sirius only showed me once. Pointed out where he was blasted off."

"Okay let's get Dobby to sneak back to my bedroom first. The Order doesn't meet that much at the house right now do they? Its really hard for the Headmaster to be away for too long. I doubt he'd go checking it out. I don't think he wants anyone to find out."

Harry snorted summoning his shoes, "They have all their meetings there. Mostly because I never forbid it after losing Sirius. They stopped for a month out of courtesy and them went along as if nothing happened. Honestly, I think very little of that brainless group of Dumbledore worshipers right now." He swallowed, "Only because I'm worried they'll want your head. Dobby can sneak into the Manor. Maybe we can use him to spy a little. I don't know. Only if it's safe."

"I just don't want him to know what I'm having. We haven't had a scan yet...I know that heirs are supposed to be safe..."

Draco took a brush to his hair. "Dobby may be cleaver but he can be loud. It's best not to have him doing too much right now. We'll deal with the tapestries after Mrs. Weasley."

Harry shrugged, "You'd know his capabilities better then I. His ideas he comes up with on his own are down right dangerous. He nearly killed us both with that Bludger he messed with." he cast a tempus charm; it was a quarter to seven. "Guess I better send Winky after Mrs. Weasley. He summoned parchment and a Quill scrawling a request for her to join them for breakfast. Telling her that Mr. Crouch's former elf would gladly take him to his location.

"Yeah, how can I forget that." That was an eventful second year, Draco thought as he put on his shoes.

"Tell me about it, between the Muggleborns being petrified and Ginny nearly dying it was dreadful. Not that I enjoyed being treated as a suspect. Like it was my fault I was a Parselmouth. The highlight of the year was what Ron and I did right under your perfect nose." he teased.

"You two went into the woods then too. I overheard Hagrid talking. Ok I was eavesdropping; and you talked to some spider. Have you ever had a normal school year?"

Harry snorted, "Normal school year? Not on your life. Not even in Muggle School. I wasn't taking about visiting the Acromantula colony. I wouldn't dare call that an adventure. When a Giant talking spider offers you to his children for dinner that's like a horror movie not an adventure. No I was talking about something I did and all your nosy spying ways never even caught a whiff of." he smirked, winking at his lover as he headed down to the parlour to hand Winky the letter.

Draco scoffed, "Its funny how badly I did try to get all the dirt I could on you. You were like the greatest thing to ever happen to the school...and now your the greatest thing that's ever happened to me," Draco walking in to the kitchen at sat down at the table, "funny how things work out..."

Harry smirked, "I still did something you never did." he was just waiting for Draco to ask before her crowed about it. He couldn't remember right now if he told him or not about sneaking into Slytherin disguised as Goyle who was better looking out of his worthless shadows. Only because they had about as many brains as a flobberworm.

Draco looked at Harry, "how is that possible?...what was it..." The blond was curious.

Harry giggled, "So I didn't tell you? About the time we brewed a sixth year level potion? And used it to sneak into Slytherin? Escorted by you dragon?"

"You did what? How, how was that even-," Draco shook his head, "why?"

Harry shrugged, "I let Ron convince me you were a candidate for the Heir of Slytherin. Hermione brewed us Polyjuice. I was Goyle and Ron was Crabbe. You said you didn't know I could read. Considering that you were very explicit in your desire to know who was the Heir it was clear it wasn't you. Which put us back to square one. Though Hermione turning into a cat monster by accidentally drinking Bulstrode's cat's hair thinking it was Bulstrode's was a tiny bit funny but don't you dare say so. I'll deny it."

Draco stared at Harry for a few moments. "I have to say you do live up to your house name. That would not have crossed my mind at all...is there any pictures of the said cat monster?"

Harry tapped his head; "Someday I'll put that memory in a pensive for you." He tossed his letter at Winky, "Go retrieve our guest please. Now," he said turning back to Draco, "I saw we have ten minutes to figure out how to do this."

"Okay," Draco nodded, "I think I should be standing for some reason, maybe it won't cause too much of a shock when she finds out we're expecting..."

Harry shook his head; "I thought I could be sitting and talk to her quietly for a few minutes and then invite you in. I don't want to spring you being here on her the moment she arrives." he wrung his hands nervously, "Does that make me a coward?"

"No, it doesn't. It makes perfect sense." Draco stood, "I'll wait in the other room, then." He leans in, kissing Harry on the lips, "Everything's going to be fine."

Harry kissed him back, his voice low as he spoke, "We'll miss you."

"But not for long," Draco brushed Harry's cheek with his hand, and then left the room.

Harry sat smoothing out his robe so it wasn't as apparent that he was pregnant. He was barely starting to show though he was over three months. He summoned Dobby asking for tea before Winky arrived with Molly.

Harry kept sipping his tea when there was a muffled crack of Apparation.

Standing there looking confused was Mrs. Weasley. She looked around taking in her surroundings before turning her attention to him, looking at him quizzically. "Harry? What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at Hogwarts. Where are we?"

Harry set down his tea giving her a shy smile, "I'll tell you what you want to know. You said once that I was just as much your son as Ron, Fred and George or the rest of them. I hope you still feel that way when I'm done telling you what I have to. First I must apologize, for not having told you sooner. You've been so kind to me and you are the closest thing I have to a mother. I'm sure Hermione kept Ron from telling you knowing that I would in time."

Draco stood by the cracked door of the sitting room as Harry explained. He was starting to get a little nervous but made himself breath calmly

Mrs. Weasley stared at Harry before taking a seat across from him. "What do you have to apologize for? You already apologized for Ron and Ginny going to the Ministry. They insisted it was their choice and that you were going to go without them. They may be my children and I maybe overprotective but we do owe you a life debt."

Harry winced, "I...don't care about life debts. Ginny is Ron's sister and she's important to you. I've left school but I plan to take my exams still. I can't stray there anymore. It's not safe. I wish I could tell you where you are right now but that's not possible. It's not that I don't trust you it's that I don't want you used to hurt me."

Draco tried not to peek through the door. He stayed where he was, wanting the conversation to not be suddenly interrupted because he was spotted.

Mrs. Weasley was stunned, "Left school? Not safe? Hogwarts is supposed to be the safest place in Britain." Forgetting the terrible things that happened the last few years since Ron started. "How could it be not safe for you? You faced He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named and survived. You're the Boy-Who-Lived..."

Harry sighed, "A title I never asked for. To become that person I had my family brutally murdered. First my parents and then Sirius. I won't put my new family in danger. I won't have you used to hurt me to."

"New family? What new family? Are you quite alright Harry? Shouldn't you see a Healer? The only Healer we have in the Order is Poppy and we desperately need a Mind Healer. After all you've been through I begged Albus to make you see one. He insisted you were strong. That you would never be tested beyond what you could handle..."

Draco stood a little straighter next to the door; he knew it was getting close to time for him to be coming out...

Harry rest his hand over his stomach and felt faint kick from Iris. "You know the Prophecy that Vold...He-Who-Must-Not Be-Named wanted? It says we have to kill each other. I don't want to die. I want to live. I have to live. I have people to live for. Not just my friends. My family...I can tell Ron and Hermione didn't tell you. I'm glad. You see...I fell in love. I'm not sorry it's not someone you'll approve of at first. It's the person I would never have expected to love. He supports me. He takes care of me. Protects me. We've hurt each other in the past but we're keep each other sane, grounded." he bit his lip, "We didn't choose to be a part of this war. We were forced to by wizards more powerful then us. Using us as pawns to kill their enemy."

Mrs. Weasley stared at him like he'd gone mad, "Harry child are you quite alright? Who is this person? Why wouldn't I approve of him? Him? A wizard?" the meaning behind Harry's carefully crafted words finally hit her. "Death Eater? You're in love with a Death Eater? Have you lost your mind? Have you been checked for the Imperious? Amortentia?"

Draco held his breath, hand resting on the doorknob.

Harry looked up at her, "It's Malfoy. No he hasn't used any of that anymore then I have. Draco's so protective. He takes care of me. He's not a Death Eater. He doesn't bare the Mark. It's not safe for either of us at Hogwarts...because I'm carrying his daughter."

Mrs. Weasley's eyes widened, "Malfoy? Lucius' son? He's Bellatrix's nephew! How could you? He'll turn you over to his master. You told us he was Marked. You thought he was behind Ron's poisoning. Harry please think about this rationally. This is Malfoy..." how could he trust one of them?

Harry knew Draco was just outside; he turned smiling at the door. Glowing, he knew he was. Iris was very active it felt like she was swimming or flying. Daddy's girl. "I love him and he's with me. He's protective. He's in just as much danger as I am. Bellatrix will kill him for what he's done. I can't let that happen. I need him. After Sirius died I couldn't sleep. I was so alone. So was he. We were two lonely people...who found completion with the enemy. He's not the enemy anymore. He's with me..."

Draco took a deep breath and opened the door. He calmly stepped into the room. "It's true Mrs. Weasley. Every single thing Harry's said. " He stood next to Harry's chair. "We know it sounds unbelievable, but...its not. We are in love, have been for quiet some time." Draco looks down at Harry and then been back at Mrs. Weasley in all honestly, "this is not trap or a joke. I would never do anything to hurt Harry again. I'm not that boy any more."

Mrs. Weasley looked for the arrogance and the legendary Malfoy mask that Lucius and his father possessed. This Malfoy didn't have it. He seemed honest; then again Malfoys were only honest when it suited them. She turned back to Harry ignoring him, "You can't be pregnant without a spell or a potion. Couldn't he using it to control you? Are you sure you're even pregnant?" Her prejudices might be blinding her but she wanted to be sure Harry was safe. Her definition of safe didn't include hiding in a secluded secret place with a Malfoy.

Harry smiled up at Draco taking his hand, "Nurse Pomfrey told us. I thought I had the stomach flu. It's not a potion-caused or spell-caused pregnancy. She thinks its because we're soul-mates. I got pregnant the first time he made love to me." Iris kicked hard he winced rubbing the spot, "I'm not ignoring you love. Just telling your grandmum about you. If she'll have you..."

Draco placed a hand on Harry's growing bump, "she's kicking again," he tired not to frown, "she was suppose to-," he paused trying to keep his cool, but hoping Iris knew he was not happy with her. He composed his expression. "We're having a girl...its the main reason for our move here."

Harry covered Draco's hand, "She likes being the centre of attention. Reminds me for a certain blonde Seeker." he teased before reluctantly giving Mrs. Weasley his attention. He was dressed beneath the robes. Harry unclasped his robes and unbuttoned his shirt. Both stayed open and his baby bump stood out probably more then it should due to his small and starved frame.

Mrs. Weasley was struck by how they seemed to drift into their own world. Eyes only for each other, could it be true? Were they in love? Could Malfoy not be a Dark Wizard? Could Harry really be pregnant? Then the boy she loved like a son partially undressed and revealed a baby bump. She wasn't that tall compared to her brothers, husband or sons. Molly was curvaceous in her youth and plump in her matronage. She knew a baby bump when she saw one having been pregnant six or seven times. Harry Potter was pregnant with the child of a Malfoy. What was the world coming too?

Malfoy. What was the world coming too?

"I know this is a lot to take in, in one sitting, but it's the truth. Draco doesn't remove his hands. "Hogwarts is a safe place but no one knows what plan the Dark Lord has and if something happen to Harry or our child," he gave a small shake of his head. "I won't let them be in danger. Ever."

Harry felt Iris still under Draco's hands; she was such a Daddy's girl. He smiled, hoping she loved him as much as he loved her. "I wish I could have told you differently. I wanted you to hear it from me first. Dumbledore will be contacting you today. He'll probably tell you Draco's a Death Eater. He'll tell you that Draco's using the pregnancy to get close to me so he can betray me to You-Know-Who. He wants me back. I won't go back. I'll protect my family from anyone who threatens them. Draco won't hurt me. He can't hurt me." He wasn't sure what he did to the Dark Mark exactly but he knew Draco couldn't hurt him. He touched Draco's left arm, "Show her."

Draco rolled up his sleeve. "No one has seen it like this, I don't think the Dark Lord knows it's changed either. If something's wrong with Harry, it pulses. Its no longer a calling beacon for the Death Eaters."

Mrs. Weasley stared at it; she'd seen Severus' Dark Mark. She'd never seen anything like the mark on Malfoy's arm. She gasped, "The Dark Mark can be changed? HE doesn't know it's changed? You're not connected to them anymore? Why were you? I thought they didn't mark children? You're not seventeen yet...you're younger then Ronald right?"

'I was Marked as a punishment for my father," Draco admitted, rolling his sleeve down. "If he knows he has told no one but I doubt it would be let alone if it was found out."

Mrs. Weasley stared, "Punishment? For Lucius? Let alone? You think they'd toss you in a cell beside him? Everyone will want your head Malfoy. The Order won't like this. Dumbledore will fight it. Severus hates Harry. What about your family? They'll disown you. Or at least try to kill you."

Harry hissed, "I know no one will like this. They'll think he raped me. He didn't. He wouldn't. I asked him to...I let him...we want a family. Iris is our family. Do you want to be grandmun to this baby? Merlin knows she needs one with my parents dead and Lucius in Azkaban. Who knows what He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is doing to Narcissa…"

Draco ran his hand up and down Harry's back, "It's okay Harry," he didn't want him getting worked up. "Her questions are all valid. I will do what I have to do to keep this family I have right here safe. Even if it means putting my life on the line or standing between Harry and people he trusts...but I hope it will not come to that. But if it did, then so be it. I will fight with all I have to keep this family."

Mrs. Weasley winced, Harry's defensiveness hurt. She was making important points. "I'd be happy to be part of your child's life. Every baby needs a grandmum. Merlin knows I've tried to convince Charlie and Bill that I want them. If Narcissa doesn't want her I'll take her. If it was anyone else Harry I could understand wanting to have a baby even now. You're the Boy Who Lived it's more dangerous. Especially when the sire is a former Death Eater."

Harry tried to calm himself, high emotions upset Iris. "I'll fight for us too. I won't let anyone say anything bad about Draco. I'm grateful you want to be a part of her life. You really, really need to talk to Bill." Why hadn't Bill told his mother about Fleur being pregnant? Bill kept his secret, letting him tell Molly. He had to return the favour.

Draco felt his shoulders relax; he hadn't even noticed he was tense in the first place. He was more then happy with Mrs. Weasley's decision. He just didn't know whether to thank her or not. He was glad the he wasn't hated by the only 'real' family Harry has.

Mrs. Weasley blinked at him, "Why do I need to talk to Bill? Is he keeping secrets too?"

Harry ignored the question, "I really, really am sorry I swore Ron and Hermione to secrecy. I wanted to tell you myself. I don't think Ron's taking it well. I think he hates Malfoys too much. He's got it in his head that I'm supposed to marry Ginny and be his brother that way." he pouted, "I thought I already was..."

Draco founds himself chuckling at Harry's cute face. "You are brothers, he just can't believe that this," he says pointing to the both of them, "is real."

Harry laughed sadly, "We're more then real. I think Iris is plenty of proof."

"Harry child, you didn't mention how Hermione took the news." Mrs. Weasley asked gently. "I suppose you didn't tell Ginny?"

"She fainted," Draco answered, "never seen it happen that up close but she's okay."

Harry stuck his tongue out, "What did we expect? She thinks I'm single, then I pass out in a toilet stall and you tear out of Potions like Voldemort's chasing you. She gets told I'm in the hospital wing but Ron can't come see me. She found us in bed together cuddling. I have to confess not only have we been sneaking around to see each other but also that you knocked me up the first time we have penetrative sex!" his face was going pink and then darkened to red by the time he finished speaking.

Mrs. Weasley would have reprimanded Harry for his childish behaviour but he wasn't seventeen yet. He'd always acted a bit more mature then Ron so she could have turned a blind eye to it for a bit if he wasn't pregnant. She sighed, "Oh Harry. You didn't tell anyone until you were pregnant that you were seeing Draco?" had he really been that frightened of what others might say? Of course, with Lucius in Azkaban and Bellatrix free, could she blame him? Especially how Ron and Arthur complained about Malfoys. Oh dear...

"We both have been hiding this...if anything slipped out, things would not be in our favour,"

Mrs. Weasley sighed, "Far be it from me to tell you not to do something like this." she turned red, "Don't tell but I was pregnant with Bill before I graduated. I wouldn't be lying if I said that Arthur and I loved each other so much we didn't see the point of waiting. I can see it's the same for you. Your mother was stronger then I was. She refused until there was a ring on her finger. I know because you were born about nine months from their Bonding."

Harry grinned, "I hoped you'd be happy for me. Its sad that my parents can't be here but at least I've got you and Mr. Weasley as well as Remus." his face fell, "I know Sirius wouldn't especially like Draco but I hope he'd at least be happy for me."

Draco ran his hand through Harry's hair. They hadn't talk about his godfather; but from what he'd heard, he was good to Harry.

"Oh Harry, I'm sure Sirius meant to be good. He was, forgive me, an immature prat. He loved you but he wanted you to be just like James. Even Remus saw it. He would never make a good role model." Mrs. Weasley winced, "Then again neither does Arthur though I love him dearly. I'll admit I'm too protective but like any mother I don't really want my children to grow up. Even though I want grandbabies. I want to hide them away from dangerous things. I know I can't really but I want to."

Harry was tempted to argue with her but he was too hungry and he didn't want to upset Iris. "Anything has to better then I got handed. If I ever get my hands on Pettigrew, I swear on Sirius' animagus form, I'll turn him over to Severus to be parcelled out for illegal potions. I'm sure he's worth more alive then dead." Harry was assuming there were dark arts potions that call for 'blood of a traitor' as an ingredient or something. He didn't mean anything bad by what he said; he wasn't implying that Professor Snape dealt in illegal potions. After all Professor Snape who had no reason to like him had helped him through out his pregnancy from concocting the lie of the curse to brewing potions for him to earlier this morning sneaking them out of Hogwarts. He just was angry enough to think that being sold to be parcelled out into bits for illegal potions was the worst punishment in the world.

Draco lays his hand on top of Harry's. "Let's not talk about evil thoughts, or think them. Only good thoughts. So Iris won't feed off them..."

Harry turned white, "Papa's sorry. He really didn't mean it." then he winced, because that was a lie. He'd wished Pettigrew ill from the moment he believed the snivelling, whimpering, obese, balding rat of a man had callously betrayed his friends and almost had him murdered.

Mrs. Weasley was stunned by Harry's words; the venom was almost physical. She really, really hoped he left Pettigrew to the Aurors. He was such a sweet, loving child and she didn't want his hands stained with blood even indirectly if she or he could help it. "Now Harry, Draco is right. You don't want to be upset. Powerful negative emotions can harm a child or badly impact a pregnancy. I almost miscarried Ginny because I heard what happened to my brothers. Do you know what you're having yet? How far are you?" having been too in shock earlier to take in that they'd both said it prior.

"It's a girl. Her name is Iris," Draco answered.

Harry giggled, "Not that it's been magically proved I'm having a girl. I just know. Madam Pomfrey said I'm at least three months because of the morning sickness. She said I was extremely malnourished and was going to keep me in the hospital wing. I guess my magic fixed it. I don't know how because she let me go the next morning. Last I heard I was to be a good boy and take my potions while she looked up a private responsible healer who wouldn't tell about the baby and specialised in male pregnancies."

Mrs. Weasley nodded, "I had boy after boy, they told me Ginny was a boy and I laughed at them. They all thought I was crazy even Arthur. I don't think he believed the healer until he saw her naked after she was born."

Harry's stomach growled and he blushed.

"Winky, I think its time we had breakfast," Draco called lightly. It wasn't a good ten seconds before the food was being place on the table with Dobby's help. "His weight is picking up and I'm glad. Scared the life out of me when I found him passed out."

Harry blushed, his face regaining colour as he let Draco help him to the table. "It wasn't my fault. I thought I had the stomach flu. I normally don't get sick at Hogwarts" he hugged his slight bump, "I try not to get sick...after the two times I was as a child I forced myself to never get sick."

Mrs. Weasley glanced over the meal set out before her head spun to Harry, "What do you mean you forced yourself not to get sick? There is nothing wrong with being sick. It's part of life."

Harry looked to Draco with panic in his eyes; he didn't want to tell her really. She hadn't believed Fred and George when they told her about the bars on his windows. He only told Draco because he didn't want to keep secrets...

"Harry's like me," Draco said quickly, "being sick meant I couldn't be outside or out of my bed too long. Life's better when good health goes with it."

Harry felt awful about Draco having to lie but he was too emotionally raw right now to be completely honest. He nodded glumly but instead of devouring his food because he really was hunger, he picked at it. His stomach was in knots. He knew he had to eat but he was worried forcing himself to do so would do more harm then good.

Mrs. Weasley wasn't a mother for nothing; she knew when she was being lied to. Harry was clearly panicking and he looked a bit ill. She knew he was hungry because his stomach growled. So why wasn't he able to eat? Her voice was gentle, "Are you alright Harry? You don't look well..." reaching over to check his temperature.

Harry flinched when a hand darted towards him. "I'm sorry!" his hands coming up in a defensive gesture, "I'll be good I promise! I didn't mean to make Draco lie. Don't hurt us..." his eyes filled with tears he couldn't fight. Was this because of the Dursleys or because of his hormones? He didn't know but he was still frightened.

"Harry, its okay," Draco says firmly but gently, "She was just checking your temp. She wouldn't hurt you. You're safe, It's okay," he cooed, brushing away Harry's tears. "No ones trying to hurt you."

Harry threw himself at Draco burying his face in Draco's neck. "I'm sorry!"

Mrs. Weasley was stunned by Harry's reaction. He thought she was going to hit him? Sure she'd spanked her kids a time or two- in the case of the twins often for what little good it did. She cuffed them upside the head or lectured but she would never actually beat them. Who could have made Harry that jumpy? Malfoy? She somehow doubted it; he was too attentive and seemed genuinely worried. He couldn't be that good an actor.

Then she remembered the twins mentioning something about bars on the windows at the Muggles' house. "Harry? Mal…Draco's right. I won't hurt you. You did nothing wrong. Sweetheart? Did those Muggles hurt you? Did they really have bars on your window?" She couldn't believe anyone even Muggles could hurt someone like Harry.

Draco did his best to calm his boyfriend down. "Slow breaths okay Harry? You heard Mrs. Weasley, no one's going to hurt you," he rubbed his lower back, "Everything is fine. You, Iris and I are fine and will be fine Harry."

Harry did as Draco said and did his best to calm down. He hiccupped and cuddled as he finally stopped sobbing quietly. "I'm sorry..."

Mrs. Weasley was by now very upset, something was very wrong with Harry. He seemed ashamed and frightened, "Draco's right. You're alright now. We won't let anyone hurt you..."

"You have nothing to be sorry about," Malfoy whispers into Harry's ear, "we've its been a long two days; but we are fine now, baby."

Harry whispered, "Draco...she sounds like she suspects? What if she doesn't believe me?" out of all the things he hated being treated or called a liar was the worst.

"She will. She loves you Harry. She won't think that of you," Malfoy whispers back, brushing the back of hand gently on Harry's cheek.

"She ignored Fred and George when they tried to tell her about the bars..."

Mrs. Weasley could hear what he said and it broke her heart. "Harry? I was wrong. I shouldn't have immediately assumed Fred and George were fibbing. I was so mad they took the car. I thought they were making up a story to get out of trouble. I should have questioned them. I also should have known better. They may always be up to tricks but they usually don't lie. So they really were telling the truth? Those Muggles had bars on your windows?"

"Go on," Malfoy says softly, "tell her Harry..."

"There were bars...but first...there was the cupboard." Harry said quietly from the safety of Draco's arms.

"Cupboard? What cupboard child?" Mrs. Weasley asked gently.

"The cupboard under the stairs. It was my bedroom from the time I was about three until I was eleven and my Hogwarts letter came. They got upset because it was addressed to:

Harry Potter,

The Cupboard under the stairs

Number Four Privet Drive

Little Whinging, Surrey

They thought you lot were spying. That's when I was moved to Dudley's second bedroom. I stayed there uncomfortable, sure they'd tell me to get out and get back to my cupboard."

Malfoy's hold around Harry tightened. He knew it was hard for him to be telling about that time in his life. It was hard for the blond to hear again, but Harry couldn't keep it bottled up inside.

"Cupboard? Those Muggles made you sleep in a cupboard? What kind of monsters were they?" Mrs. Weasley stammered before glaring at Malfoy, "You knew already didn't you? That's why you tried to lie to me wasn't it?"

Harry nodded, mumbling, "Monstrous enough that I Apparated to a roof top at age seven to get away from my cousin."

"Harry had to be ready to say this himself; when he felt like sharing. If I would have told you it would not have the same effect as hearing it from the source, besides," Draco gave a small sigh, "I'm not exactly the first person others can consider trustworthy...not yet anyway, but I'm working on that."

Mrs. Weasley nodded, sadly understanding and believing Draco Malfoy. "You're right. He had to tell me himself. I wouldn't have believe you if you had. Not because I would have thought you were lying mind but out of pride. Because I wouldn't want to think myself so blind. You'd think as a mother I'd notice Harry was a lot thinner when he arrived at the Burrow then he was when he left King's Cross. I'm sorry. I should have noticed."

Harry stammered, "You believe me?" tears of joy slid down his cheeks and he let the glamour drop.

"The scars are not as bad as they were, we've been treating them," Draco commented running a finger on one of Harry's forearms, "it won't be too long until they are gone completely.

Mrs. Weasley gasped at the old scars, burn marks, scalds, and healed welts that scarred. "Sweet Merlin...They must be monsters. Who could treat a child like that? If I'd known Harry I would never have let you go back there."

Harry searched her face for truth and that's all he found. "Really?" then he frowned, "Dumbledore wouldn't let you. He thinks I have to go back there. I showed him what they did to me and he told me I didn't understand. Mrs. ...is it okay if I call you Molly?"

Mrs. Weasley shook her head, "No child, you can call me Mum."

Draco kept his comments about Dumbledore to himself and focused on Harry. "Are you feeling better now, because I really would hate for us to waste this food," he motioned in reference to meal in front of them.

Harry stared at her, "Mum? I can call you that?" then at Draco's mentioning of the food he felt suddenly hungry again, "Yes! Let's eat. I did invite Mum for breakfast...

Draco didn't ask because it would be too weird; besides, he saw nothing wrong with calling Mrs Weasley, Mrs. Weasley.

Mrs. Weasley slowly reached over to pat his arm, "Thank you for telling me. Right now there is nothing I can do to get justice but one this whole debacle is over with. I promise I'll be asking my Muggle expert husband exactly how Muggles deal with people who hurt kids. The answer I get better be a good one. If it isn't, I'll be burning down his precious shed. See if I don't. Now this looks lovely Harry." she tasted a fruity breakfast casserole. "Mmm...I must get the receipt for this. The Twins would love it."

Harry hungrily started to eat, only half paying attention to "mum' muttering about talking to her husband about Muggles.

Draco finished his scallop potatoes first before grabbing a biscuit and a piece of ham. He was happy they were all eating now.

Harry happily poured himself more tea, and then it hit him. "Oh dear...there is no way I can go shopping for anything for the baby."

Mrs. Weasley chuckled, "The war isn't so bad in France. I'm sure you could sneak off there. I'll be happy to knit all the sweaters, socks, mittens, booties and mufflers you could ever want. I even have blanket patterns. I'm sure in a house like this you have a crib, a cradle or a bassinet somewhere."

Draco raised his eyebrows in interest. "France? ...that's not a bad idea at all and you hardly show when you cover up...could change our features to avoid being spotted, just in case."

Mrs. Weasley nodded, "I only know because Bill is over there a lot. He's courting that Fleur. I don't think much of her. She's a bit uppity, I had hoped Bill would fall for a more down to earth girl."

Harry stopped fork half way to his mouth. If that's how she felt no wonder Bill hadn't told her about Fleur being pregnant. "If you can accept a Malfoy, why not Fleur? She's alright. How could you feel if you thought Fleur's mother thought bad things about Bill?" If Fleur was pregnant and Bill spent a lot of time in France, he was worried they'd eloped. Bill was probably pulling his hair how trying to figure out how to tell his mum. Fleur was pregnant before he was. How far along was she?

"Opposites do find a way of attracting most of the time," Draco added lightly. What he could remember about the girl was her looks and she was pretty.

"How could anyone say anything bad about Bill? He's a hard worker, smart and a former Head Boy. My only complaint is he keeps his hair too long. That and his fang earring..."

"Do you think he would pick someone who doesn't love him for all the things that were just said?" Draco was curious to know.

Mrs. Weasley stared at him, "No..." then she sighed, "You're both right. If I can accept a Malfoy as my youngest son's partner then I guess it's only fair that I accept her. I suppose I should talk to Bill and apologize. If he loves her I've been rather rude. Just because you're having a baby doesn't get him off the hook."

Harry started laughing, off the hook about babies? Bill? If only she knew. Bill was probably going to make her a grandmother before he would. Wouldn't that be something?

Harry's laugh brought a smile to Malfoy's face. It had been too long since he'd heard it. It was beautiful. He decided he would put more effort into hearing it more.

Mrs. Weasley looked at him oddly, "Harry child what is so funny? Are you quite alright? I didn't say anything funny did I Draco?"

Draco shrugged with a smile, "I have no idea Mrs. Weasley."

Harry finally stopped laughing, "I'm sorry. I just thought it was funny. That you're going to tell him you're accepting his choice. That just because I'm pregnant doesn't me he's not still expected to give you grandchildren. I can just imagine his face. I do hope you're both sitting down. I'd like a copy of that memory or at least to be a spy on the wall." he snickered. "Make sure the twins aren't at home." He was so not telling her that Bill was expecting a baby or that he was suspicious that Bill was married. "Don't worry. Draco and I will be getting married if we have to sneak out of the country to some place that lets us with no fuss."

Draco wondered briefly if they could marry before Iris came. Harry's health had to be better, much better if they were going to travel...

Mrs. Weasley was now very confused about what was so funny. Did Harry know something about Bill that he wasn't telling? Boys and their secrets. She shook her head, if he hadn't told her yet he probably wouldn't. "I'll write Ron. He has no choice but to be okay with this. He's your friend."

"He's still going to dislike me though," Draco added, "but that's understandable."

Harry shrugged, "If he can't handle that's not my fault. I'm not giving up Draco. Not even for my best friend."

Mrs. Weasley nodded, "Good for you. He's got no right to bully you about it. What did you mean about Hogwarts not being safe? Did someone threaten to tell He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or something?"

"Too many people," Draco drank some tea, "Harry's not showing much but he'll start. Things can get complicated quickly."

Harry sighed, "Do you think we should tell her the real truth? That is part of it, especially with that crazy Parkinson bint all over you."

Mrs. Weasley nearly choked on her tea, "What do you mean 'real truth' young man?" was it Malfoy or the twins rubbing off on him that he was telling her partial truths?

Draco looked at Mrs. Weasley. "He means one of the main reason's we moved in. The Headmaster does not agree with this relationship and wanted Harry to abort the baby," he pauses, "there was no way we were letting that happen. Just the thought of leaving Harry alone at school was too much, the risk for something to happen to him was too great."

At first Mrs. Weasley was speechless, then she was practically spiting with anger, "Albus is against your relationship? You're a Malfoy but having you join his side should be a coup. AN abortion? How dare he! He's got no right to recommend something like that. I'll be speaking to him about this! No one has the right to decide my granddaughter doesn't have the right to live. You did the right thing get him out of there. I do expect you both to take our exams and complete your education!"

"We will Mrs. Weasley," Draco said, "Professor Snape is helping us to get back and forth into the school when we are needed." He couldn't help but be thankful there was another adult that had their backs.

Harry was gratefully that Mrs. Weasley was supporting them. He hugged himself, thinking very happy thoughts. "Draco even helps me with potions and you know that's one of my worst subjects."

Mrs. Weasley was stunned, "Severus is helping you? He hates Harry..."

"But he's like a second dad to me, after all he is my godfather," Draco admits, "and he's helping with the potions for Harry as well."

Mrs. Weasley rubbed her temples, "Would wonders never cease. I'll be able to avoid Albus because of a headache..."

Harry was concerned, "Is it my fault?"

Draco leaned forward a bit, "we have plenty of potions besides Harry's if you would like something for that, its right in the next room?"

Mrs. Weasley smirked, "What? And have no excuse to avoid him? He'll come trying to see if Harry's hiding out at the Burrow. He'll search Grimmauld top to bottom. He'll look for you. He doesn't enjoy being disobeyed. Sirius hated Grimmauld and there were other properties he could have hidden at. Albus choose Grimmauld. Sirius wouldn't even defy him and Blacks can be very stubborn."

Draco barely stopped himself from smirking; "No one can get their way all the time."

Harry snickered, "You try..."

"That was how we got to this point right," he whispered then sat back, full in his chair besides Harry. He didn't want to ruin the now good mood with that much talk of the Headmaster.

Mrs. Weasley finished her tea and stood. Leaning over to kiss Harry's cheek, "You take good care of yourself child. I want a healthy granddaughter." she stiffly held a hand out to Draco, "I'm trusting you Draco. You make sure he rests, takes his potions and eats plenty. Don't forget studying. If it's too dangerous to go back to Hogwarts don't you let him go there. I expect a ring for his finger next time I come. I've got lots of knitting to do! Where is that house elf? I need to go home."

Draco shook Mrs. Weasley's hand, "don't worry I'll make sure to do all of that. And there will be one there," he mouthed the last sentence so Harry couldn't see. "Winky will more then likely be-" He blinked and the house elf was in front of them. He smiled. "Right on time, have a safe trip back."

Mrs. Weasley smiled, "When you get a picture I want one. Thank you Winky. I'd like to go home now. Bye boys. Take care." she was very sure that Draco just promised her he'd have a ring on Harry's hand and good for him.

Harry let out a sigh of relief when she'd gone. Then he snickered, "I really wish I could listen into her conversation with Bill. It would be almost as interesting as listening to you tell Narcissa. You'll never guess what Bill hasn't told her..."

Draco raised an eyebrow, "what that he's already married?"

Harry laughed, "That I'm only suspicious of. Worse..."

Draco thought. "But nothing could be worse unless she's pr-," he eyes widened in realization, "Oh! ...She's going pass out when she finds that out...I'm glad we told her first..."

Harry nodded, "Bill figured it out. He recognized one of my potions from Snape. He accidentally mentioned that Fleur took them too. A bachelor shouldn't know what prenatal potions look like unless their a potions master right? He knows about us. He told me to tell mum and I told him right back. I do wonder whether she actually got pregnant before me. She thinks she has a headache now? I feel sorry for her."

"In that case I hope she waits a few days to find out." Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, "this went better then I hoped."

Harry snuggled, "Me too."

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?

A/N: Here. We're sorry for making you wait but we've been working. Here is almost ten thousand words of story. I hope you enjoy it.

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