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Peverell's Children	By : Zakaira Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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            Thursday dawned bright and sunny, signaling that spring had finally and truly returned to Scotland. Harry was excited about the day, because he would have alone time with Draco again. They had agreed to meet before dinner in the room of requirement every Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. Wednesday Harry had Quidditch practice and although he loved flying and coaching his team, he missed Draco. There were so many things he wanted to talk to him about, like going to visit his mother on Sunday and the catalogs Snape had given him. Harry would get to talk to him about all those things today, but he just had to get through the rest of his day first.

            Breakfast started off as usual, with Harry stowing away an apple for Draco, Ron gobbling up fried potatoes like a hungry troll, and Hermione with her nose in a book. But then Luna came over and said, “Hiya Harry.”

            “Hi Luna, how are you?” Harry returned the greeting.

            “Wonderful. The nargles told me you needed my help Saturday in Hogsmeade,” Luna said cheerfully.

            “They did?” Harry asked confused.

            “Yes, they said you had a very important and very expensive purchase to make.”

            “They did?” Harry asked, not catching on, but then he remembered he was going to buy Draco an engagement ring in Hogsmeade Saturday. “Oh yes! How did you know?”

            “I told you, the nargles told me. Anyway, I’ll meet you after breakfast and we’ll go,” Luna replied airily.

            “Oh yes, after breakfast would be great. Thanks for your help!”

            “Oh no problem. The nargles told me you’d need a lot more help in the coming months, so don’t hesitate to ask me.”

            “Yeah, sure thing, Luna,” Harry replied cheerfully. Maybe Luna meant that she wanted to help him sort through the catalogs.

            “I’ll see you Harry,” Luna replied before drifting off.

            “What was that about?” Hermione asked, lifting her nose out of her book.

            “Oh nothing really,” Harry replied.

            Hermione gave Harry a funny look like she didn’t believe him, but she buried her nose back in her book all the same.

            Harry, Ron, and Hermione went off to class. After class Draco insulted him and took his apple, Ron huffed about it, and they went to the common room for free period. Well Hermione didn’t have a free period on Thursdays, but she did get out of ancient runes half an hour early today, so she met up with them in the common room.

            “Have you and Ron started on your Charms homework for tomorrow?” Hermione asked, entering the portrait hole and walking over to where Ron and Harry were seated.

            “No, we’ve just been finishing transfigurations,” Harry said, pulling out his charms book and one of the catalogs, the one filled with clothes and blankets, fell out of his bag. He tried to shove it back inside, but Hermione saw.

            “Harry, why do you have this magazine?” Hermione asked.

            “It’s personal,” Harry replied.

            “Um, I’m just gonna go over there,” Ron said, taking his cue to leave. He didn’t want to get into anymore debates with Harry and Hermione regarding Harry’s personal issues.

            “We’re going to the room of requirement to talk,” Hermione replied shoving her stuff, along with Harry’s catalog, into her backpack.

            “Can’t you just drop it?” Harry pleaded.

            “Not this time; there’s something going on with you and I want to know what and I don’t want anyone overhearing. Now come on.”

            “Fine,” Harry replied, putting his charms book and his transfigurations homework back in his bag and following Hermione to the room of requirement.

            Harry wasn’t thinking about what kind of room he wanted when he walked around in a circle three times, he was too busy planning what to tell Hermione. He walked into the lilac beach room and went to sit down on his usual loveseat without thinking about it, but as he approached the hut, he realized that it was different. The bed was still in the room with the fireplace and there was an additional room on the left side of the hut, closer to the door to the room of requirement than the rest of the hut, taking up space that used to belong to the dining patio. The once large dining patio had shrunk to a more moderate size.

            Harry looked more closely at the new room and realized that it connected to the bedroom, completely blocked the bathroom, and even went off into the lilac forest more than the house used to. This new room, much like the rest of the hut, was opened to the outside and delineated only with half-walls, so he could easily see in. Harry saw a sitting room with his loveseat and a larger matching couch, so he opened the new front door and walked in.

            The old front door, leading to the bedroom, was off on the right and a hallway, likely leading to a second door to the bathroom, was on the left. There was a coffee table in the middle of the couches, with an end table in between the couches, which were placed at a right angle to each other. There was also a reclining chair at a right angle to the couch, on the other side. There were bookcases half full of books and empty shelves lining the wall that joined to the bathroom and a thick blue rug over a wooden floor. It was a nice sitting room.

            Harry sat down on his loveseat, sitting his backpack on the coffee table. Hermione sat down on the couch, facing him, also setting her backpack down on the coffee table.

            “What is this place Harry?” Hermione asked.

            “This is the room I ask for when I’m practicing occlumency almost every day,” Harry replied.

            “I didn’t know the room of requirement could do beaches, forests, and houses,” Hermione replied.

            “I didn’t either. I think most of this came from his memories and desires,” Harry replied.

            “The wizard who’s been helping you with occlumency, you mean?”

            “Yeah.”

            “The Slytherin that Snape trusts.”

            “I trust him too.”

            “How can you be so sure?”

            “I know him, okay?”

            “Is it Malfoy?” Hermione asked and Harry’s jaw dropped. He hadn’t been planning on telling her this much.

            “What makes you think that?” Harry asked hesitantly.

            “You’ve vouched for Malfoy twice; said he’s not up to anything but being worried about his mum. You have these fake fights with him in the hall every morning and give him your apple, which you never seem to want yourself. I see you looking over at him all the time. You’re always in detention together and you said your occlumency helper is also in detention with you sometimes. You were together Sunday and that either led to a big fight, or something else that made Snape mad. I’m not dumb Harry.”

            “Alright, so it is Malfoy.”

            “Do you think that’s wise Harry? His dad’s a-”

            “A Death Eater, I know,” Harry interrupted.

            “Not just a Death Eater, but in Voldemort’s upper circle. You were worried all year that Malfoy had taken his place and become a Death Eater himself. And now you’re, what, friends?”

            “Yes, we’re friends and I trust him with my life,” Harry said. He was actually trusting Draco with more than that; he trusted him with the life of his unborn son.

            “But why? Can you just explain why you know his loyalties aren’t to Voldemort? What convinced you? I’ve got your back Harry, you know I do, but I just need to understand,” Hermione pleaded.

            “Well, there are a number of things. First of all, we have a lot in common, such as worry over Voldemort killing our relatives; we’re both trapped right in the middle of this war and neither of us like it. We’re both Peverell males and this last week he’s explained a lot about that to me, helping me with the information overload. We’re both-” Harry wanted to say gay, but he thought better of it. If Hermione knew Draco was gay too, she’d probably know that he was the one he was crushing over. “We’re both trapped in this pureblood/halfblood/mudblood nonsense.”

            “Are you telling me that Malfoy doesn’t actually believe the pureblood prejudice that he spreads around? He doesn’t think I’m a worthless mudblood?” Hermione asked stunned. If there was one thing she thought she knew about Malfoy, it was that he hated muggle-borns.

            “No, he doesn’t, not all of it. He has explained to me that there are a few underlying differences that started the prejudice, and he certainly wouldn’t bring you home to his mother, but in reality, he doesn’t think muggleborns are inferior or don’t have a right to learn and practice magic.

            “How do you know that that is how he really feels and not just what he told you, to gain your trust?”

            “He’s dating a halfblood,” Harry blurted out, wishing he could take it back and find some other way to convince Hermione. But he had said it, so he went with it. “He’s dating a halfblood and he’s got her pregnant. That’s what the catalog was for: I was trying to find him a gift for the baby, so that he knows he has friends that will support him, even when his father gets out of Azkaban. Plus, he and his mum and his girlfriend plan on going into hiding at the end of the term, so that Voldemort and Lucius can’t get to them, and Draco’s going to need to have things stowed away for the baby.”

            “Oh my…I didn’t think it would be anything like that…but, if he’s even having a baby with her, then he really mustn’t care…you know, about blood?”

            “Like a said, I don’t think he’d bring home a muggleborn, but he doesn’t have a problem with halfbloods at all. He loves her and is willing to oppose his father and Voldemort for her and the baby. You should hear him talk about the baby, Hermione. It’s always my baby this and my baby that; there’s no way he could give two rat farts about blood status as far as that baby is concerned.”

            “Alright, so Malfoy isn’t who I thought. And the fighting and name calling?”

            “All of it’s been an act the entire time, all six years. He knew that his father had eyes and ears in the school and what sort of things he was expected to say and do. He did them in public and in private, he didn’t want to.”

            “I knew the fights you’ve been having for the last month have been staged, because let’s face it Harry, you’re a horrible actor, but I never realized that Malfoy was faking for so long; practically his whole life has been faked, to deal with having a Death Eater for a father. I feel so bad for thinking all of the horrible things I’ve thought about him over the years.”

            “Well now you know everything,” Harry lied.

            “Not everything. I don’t know what we’re gonna get Malfoy for his baby,” Hermione replied, taking out the catalog. “What were you thinking of getting?”

            “I have no idea, really. I’ve never even held a baby before. I’m in way over my head.”

            “My aunts and uncles have a few kids, so I know a bit. Most baby clothes are good and you should just get something cute or something with a pattern that you know Draco likes.”

            “Well let’s look through the catalog then and you can help me figure it out,” Harry suggested.

            “Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?” Hermione asked.

            “He said a boy. But Hermione, he’ll kill me if he finds out I told you. You can’t tell this to anyone, not even Ron, and you can’t let on to Draco that you know. He said he’s only telling people that he’s absolutely certain are loyal to him and that know occlumency.”

            “Yeah, okay, I won’t tell. His secret is safe with me,” Hermione replied. “And I’ve been wanting to learn occlumency. Actually, I was thinking of asking Professor Snape for a few lessons.”

            “You should do that Hermione. I don’t think it will be critical to the war, because you’ll be with me and if you get caught, Ron and I will be caught too, but even if we died, I’d rather Voldemort not know all our secrets.

            “I’ll talk to Professor Snape about it then and maybe I could borrow your book to start out with?”

            “Yeah sure,” Harry replied, digging his occlumency book out of his bag. He wasn’t done with it, because he was still at the beginning level, but it’d be a week or more before he needed it again.

            “Let’s get to work on the catalog,” Hermione said, putting the occlumency book in her bag and opening the cover of the catalog.

            Hermione found the boy section and the two of them spent ten minutes looking through the catalog and oohing and awing. Hermione quickly explained what each piece of clothing was called and what it was used for, but there were only about a dozen types, so Harry caught on quickly. And then they flipped to a section where everything was in dragon print.

            “I think he’d love anything from this section,” Hermione said.

            “Yeah, I think you’re right,” Harry replied with a grin. “Those dragon pajamas are adorable; I think I’ll get those.”

            “I have to use the loo, is there one in this beach house?” Hermione asked standing up.

            “Yeah, but the house has grown since the last time I was in here. It’s in back of this wall, so I think that new hallway on the left will lead to it,” Harry replied, not wanting Hermione to go in through the bedroom and see his basket full of potions on the dresser in there. It might be hard to explain why he put his sex potions in a room he shares with Draco. They had left the stretching potion and applicators out right on top of the dresser too.

            “Okay,” Hermione said and walked through the door on the left, presumably to the bathroom. “Harry?”

            “Yeah?”

            “Have you seen this room back here?” Hermione asked.

            “The bathroom, yeah, I’ve seen that,” Harry replied, getting up and following Hermione through the door on the left.

            The door led to a hall with a door to the right, that obviously must be the bathroom, and a door on the left, at the end of the hallway. The door at the end was opened and Harry could see Hermione standing just inside the room. He quickly walked through the hallway to join her and see what new room the hut had added behind the new sitting room. It was a nursery, with several open windows looking out onto the lilac forest. The walls were a pale yellow with blue and white clouds on the ceiling and azure waves panted on one wall, the wall on the right of the door, which was one of the boundaries of the room of requirement. The floor was wood with a large yellow rug.

            Everything in the room was done in double, one in a yellow fabric covered with pink and purple plumeria flowers and the other had yellow fabric covered in green and silver turtles and all of in a dark colored wood. To the left of the door, the wall that separated the nursery from the hallway, were two wooden baby swings, one in flowers and the other in turtles. Along the left wall was a wooden changing table with turtles and flowers, followed by a matching wooden rocking chair. To the right of the rocking chair, on the far side of the room, nearest the lilac forest, were two wooden cribs, one with the pink and purple flower pattern and the other covered in the green and silver turtle pattern. After that, in the corner, was a wooden laundry hamper that was flowers and turtles again. On the right side of the room, against the ocean wall, were two dark wooden dressers, one with a stuffed pink sea turtle on top and the other with a green stuffed sea turtle on top. To the right of the door was a closet. In the closet were a folded up twin stroller, half in flowers and half in turtles, and four little seats. Two seats were on the shelf above the clothes hanging bar and the other two were on the floor of the closet and had bars of toys arching overhead. Again, one seat was turtles, with sea creature toys, and the other was flowers, with a flower, a sun, and a rainbow hanging down for toys.

            “This wasn’t here on Tuesday,” Harry said in awe. Had Draco come back here without him, possibly yesterday, and asked for a nursery? Or had the room just decided they required one?

            “Draco really seems to like Hawaii, doesn’t he?” Hermione asked, indicating the room.

            “Um, I didn’t know this was all Hawaiian, but I know he likes this island. It’s peaceful, relaxing, and safe in here.”

            “You’ve been coming here practicing occlumency with him for weeks and you didn’t know this was a Hawaiian Island?” Hermione asked in disbelief.

            “Well, no, I hadn’t thought to ask. He showed me how to snorkel and stuff, but mostly we sit on the couch and practice occlumency.”

            “I thought you said the sitting room was new?”

            “It is. But there used to be a sitting room where there’s a bedroom now.”

            “Alright, but I thought you said he was having one boy, not one of each?”

            “He thinks it’s a boy, but the spell didn’t work right. It was blue, but the letters were blurry. He said their healer would try again next month, but for now, they’re going with possibly a boy.”

            “He didn’t really know, so the room made him a nursery set with one of each,” Hermione concluded.

            “Yeah, but this room will never get used, because Malfoy and his girlfriend aren’t coming back here next year and the baby’s not due until the fall.”

            “Well it’s a nice room and it gives me some ideas for what type of décor he likes; maybe we should rethink the dragons and go with sea turtles,” Hermione suggested.

            “Or maybe we should wait on it until we’re sure it’s a boy, but maybe, since this is all here, you could explain to me what this stuff is.”

            “Yeah, well you know babies sleep in cribs and the dressers are for the clothes, of course. The rocking chair can be used to feed them or rock them to sleep. The changing table is for changing nappies, mostly, but you could dress a baby on it too. The swings and seats are to entertain the baby, while giving the parent a rest. The stroller is to push them around in, so you don’t have to carry them. And the seats with the straps are for the car. Now I really need to use the loo.”

            “It’s the other door off of this hallway for sure,” Harry replied, leading Hermione to the other door and opening it. Sure enough it was the far side of the bathroom.

            “Thanks,” Hermione said, stepping inside.

            Harry went back to the sitting room and put the catalog back in his backpack while he waited for Hermione. “Come on, lunch has already started, we should head back,” Harry suggested, when Hermione returned.

            Hermione and Harry each grabbed their backpacks. “Now remember, not a word to anyone, not even Ron or Malfoy,” Harry said as they walked out the door, back into Hogwarts proper.

            “Got it, but you really should take me and Ron snorkeling someday. Maybe bring Ginny, Neville, and some of the others along. A Gryffindor trip to the beach sounds good even.”

            “Hermione, that’s his private sanctuary. I think it’s where he’s been going all year. He goes there with his girlfriend and when he was worried about his mum and now when he’s tutoring me, but I don’t want to intrude and share it with other people without his permission. I shouldn’t even have showed it to you, but I wasn’t thinking and it just supplied the usual, I guess,” Harry whispered as they walked back down towards the Great Hall.

            “Alright, not his beach then, but a beach, now that we know the room can make one. And if it happens to also be a Hawaiian beach, then that just means less work for the room. But I won’t mention anything now; it can be something we think about as an end of term celebration,” Hermione said as they approached the Great Hall.

            Harry agreed and they sat down to lunch at the Gryffindor table next to Ron. After lunch they went to class and then Harry went back to the room of requirement to wait for Draco.

Author’s Note: What do you think of the nursery? How do you think Draco is going to react when he finds out Hermione knows? I haven’t gotten many reviews lately and I’d really like to hear from you again.
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