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Lifetime Decisions	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11408 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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- 4
Author's note: This one is a bit shorter, because I had to cut it in two; it had become way longer than I thought it would be. Still fairly long, though.
Thanks to the following reviewers: Nubia; Outlawgal; Jan; Talliane; Slythindor Malfoy; Djaddict (sort of a happy ending) and Olivia
Warnings: Draco's pov; MPreg; nothing else that requires a warning
I hope you'll like this chapter!

Chapter 3
Two weeks after he had had slept with Harry and one week after he had talked to him during a dinner with Pansy and Nott, Draco received a letter from Harry when he was working in his office.
The letter – a plain looking one with just his name scrawled on it – was delivered by a small, brown owl that looked rather ruffled as if it had been fighting against the wind and had only barely won the battle. After Draco had taken the letter, the owl had promptly flown away, clearly being told not to wait for an answer.
Frowning and wondering whether the owl not waiting for a reply was good or bad news, Draco opened the letter and started to read it.
'Draco
I cast the spell to confirm whether or not I'm pregnant. I checked it twice and had my boss perform the spell as well to be extra sure. The result came back positive every time; you're going to be a father in nine months. Congratulations.
Harry'
The breath he hadn't realized he had been holding in, left his body with a big whoosh sound when he reached the end of the letter.
He was going to be a father in nine months. Harry was pregnant with his child.
"Oh Merlin," he muttered, feeling a bit dazed. Of course he had expected to hear the positive answer, but it still left him reeling with shock to realize that Harry was really carrying his child now. He would be holding his son or daughter in nine months if everything went well.
Placing the letter down on his desk, he took a deep breath and tried to squish down the feeling of excitement. It could still go wrong after all; Harry was only two weeks pregnant and the first three months were dangerous. The thought of it going wrong wasn't enough to squash the large smile on his face though. He would be a father in just nine months. He would be getting the one thing he didn't think he would be able to get after the Healer told him and his wife the curse took away her fertility.
Astoria, right. He would have to let her know the news tonight. Or should he keep it from her until the three months mark had passed, just to be on the safe side?
He debated with himself over this, but arrived quickly at the conclusion that Astoria would not like it one bit if she was left out, while it concerned her as well. And an angry Astoria was not something he'd like to deal with.
Still with a small smile on his face, he concentrated again on his work.

Astoria reacted coolly when she heard the news. Draco handed her the letter and she glanced briefly at it, before placing it down on the table.
"This makes him two weeks pregnant?"
Draco nodded. "Yes; two weeks. Still very early, but at least the spell confirmed that the potion worked. Although I want to wait to inform my parents when Harry is three months pregnant."
"To make certain Potter doesn't have a miscarriage," she replied. "I understand." She peered up at him from underneath lowered eyelashes. "If you'd excuse me now, I'd like to go visit my parents."
He nodded and watched how she strode away. Her hair was bound in a tight bun; her dress, a very pale blue that almost seemed white in certain lights, swished around her ankles. Lately she seemed to be going out more and while Draco didn't particularly mind that – after all he hadn't married her out of love – it made him curious as to why she suddenly had decided to visit her family and friends a lot.
Maybe she just needed some space. It probably wasn't easy to deal with the knowledge that your husband had had sex with someone else to continue the bloodline because she wasn't fertile anymore. Add to that that the person carrying the child was a man instead of another woman, and that probably was a blow to her pride as a woman.
But, Draco thought and turned around, we talked about it and she agreed with having Harry as our surrogate. She shouldn't have agreed to it if she didn't like the idea.
He entered the private library – the Malfoy manor had a large central one and two smaller ones and one of the smaller ones had been given to him once he turned seventeen – and sunk down on the comfortable, leather chair that was placed in front of a marble fireplace. The fire, that had been softly crackling, roared to life and grew bigger once it sensed the presence of a human being.
Immediately a house elf popped up next to him. "Was can Dara retrieve for Master Draco?" he squeaked and one of his short, slightly raffled ears twitched.
"The third spell book that was written by Luca Herstel," Draco replied and crossed his right leg over his left. "And a glass of Elven wine," he added absently.
Dara bowed and immediately popped out of view, returning swiftly with the small, hardcover book that was covered with dark purple velvet and of which the pages had already darkened over time to a slightly dark yellow. The colour didn't come as a surprise if one considered the fact that the book was more than two centuries old already.
Draco hadn't even had the chance to open the book, before Dara returned to place a glass on the small, round, wooden table that had appeared out of nowhere next to the chair. The delicate, crystal wine glass was filled half way with a rose coloured liquid and the sweet fragrance of roses mixed with honey drifted into Draco's nostrils.
"Thank you, Dara," he murmured and with another low bow, the house elf disappeared, most likely starting a new task elsewhere in the manor.
Draco opened the book in the middle and started reading immediately. It was a favourite pastime of his to lounge in his private library and read one of the many spell books that were stacked in the large bookcases. It gave him time to relax, despite the fact that most spell books didn't deal with light spells. Actually, most of the spells were probably put on the Forbidden Spells and Curses List by the Ministry when they had started to categorize all the spells, charms and curses during the late eighteen hundred's.
This particular chapter was explaining the difference between the innocent Tracking charm and the more dubious Beholder charm. The Tracking charm could be put on animals and people and was designed to keep track of them, notifying the caster of the charm of the places they went, whenever the caster wished to know that. It was a harmless charm and could be easily removed by the carrier of it at any time. It didn't influence the carrier at all and didn't change anything – it only provided the information about the whereabouts when it was required.
The Beholder charm however had been put on the List by the Ministry because of its dark nature. The Beholder charm didn't simply provide tracking information on the animal or human it was casted on – it forced the carrier of it to remain at all times near the caster. The carrier didn't have any free will left. Where the caster went, the carrier was made to follow. Because of the lack of free will, it had been put on the list. It had originally been created for husbands to keep their wives close to them so they could not be tempted to see other men. Later on, the use of the charm was extended to other relationships other than a wife and husband and to animals as well.
The explanation of each charm and the comparison between the two was very detailed and Draco read attentively further.
He was only made aware of how much time had passed by, when his mother announced her presence and a quick glance at the clock showed him he had been sitting in the library for almost three hours.
"Mother," he greeted her with a small smile and closed the book, laying it down on the table.
A second chair materialized seemingly out of nothing – but was more likely created by the magic of the library, wanting to give each occupant a comfortable chair – and Narcissa sunk down on it, placing her hands in her lap.
"Draco," she murmured and her gaze sharpened, making him straighten his back even more in response. "I was informed by one of the house elves that Astoria left the manor in a seemingly upset state. Did something happen?"
Draco wanted to roll his eyes in exasperation, but years of having the importance of possessing good manners drilled into him, prevented him from doing that. Since they had the discussion about Harry being their surrogate, it seemed Astoria was in a constant state of being upset and he didn't understand why. If she was so opposed to the idea, she should have told him that. It wasn't like he had forced her to accept the idea – at the day of the discussion itself, she had seemed to accept it without any problems.
"I told her some news that normally should have made her relieved, but instead it seems to have made her upset," Draco replied with a sigh.
"Are you willing to tell me about the news? Or do you wish to keep it to yourself?" she asked calmly.
He studied her face intently and she looked back without flinching. He knew he could trust her. While she hadn't been very affectionate when he grew up, she had always been there for him whenever he needed her and he knew she loved him.
"Harry sent me a letter," he began and licked his lips. "He took the potion two weeks ago and today he took the test."
She looked immediately alert. "What is the result of the test?"
"It's positive. Harry's two weeks pregnant," he answered and he couldn't prevent the small smile from appearing on his lips. "I don't want to broadcast it yet, until he's at least three months far, but I thought I should at least tell Astoria the news. I felt it wouldn't be fair if I knew we will be parents in nine months if everything goes well while she didn't. After all, she's going to be the mother of the baby."
A smile suddenly bloomed on his mother's face and he looked at her surprised. "I am going to be a grandmother?" she asked, her voice soft, but with an undertone of excitement.
Draco nodded. "Yes, Harry confirmed it today."
His mother shocked him when she stood up and came over to hug him, the scent of her favourite perfume filling the air and his nose. "I'm so happy, my dragon," she whispered in his ear and drew back to look at him with glittering ice blue eyes. "I know how much you want a child, so I'm happy you finally got your wish even if the means are a bit unconventional."
"It can still go wrong, you know," Draco murmured though he preferred not thinking about it.
"I'm certain everything will be all right," Narcissa replied and she sounded confident. She released him and stepped back. "I'll keep quiet about the news until you're ready to tell your father."
"Thank you," Draco smiled gratefully.
Only their closest friends and family would know the truth of who the real carrier of the baby was. The public would be kept in the dark and only when the baby arrived, would the Malfoy family notify them about the newest addition.
Draco and Harry had already worked out a plan; as long as Harry was able to do his job, he would continue doing so and when he began to really show his pregnancy, he would conceal it with clothes or special belts that were created to give the impression of a flat stomach. The belts would be safe for the baby and wouldn't interfere with its development at all – they had been specifically created for pregnant people who didn't want to deal with the sight of their pregnant body.
It was important that the public wasn't made aware of Harry's pregnancy. Not only would it be shameful of a Pureblood family to admit that the wife of their heir wasn't able to carry a child, but the public would make too much of a fuss about Harry's pregnancy. There would be people who would scorn him for helping the Malfoys and some of those people were likely to attack Harry "to ensure he wouldn't carry any evil offspring of Malfoy". Harry had already been attacked twice by people who thought they could cure him from his "illness" also better known as the fact that he was gay. Then there had been a long time where he had to be careful when he was walking on the streets because there were people who didn't agree that he had befriended Draco.
So to ensure Harry's – and by extent the baby's – safety, he would hide his pregnancy and when someone asked why nobody had seen Astoria pregnant, they would come up with an excuse.
Draco didn't think people would be that interested in whether or not Astoria had looked pregnant or not, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
"You must invite Harry to the manor soon, so that I can thank him properly for giving us the chance of having a grandchild," she murmured and fleetingly caressed his cheek.
"I will," he replied and had to hide a smile when he imagined how embarrassed Harry would be when he was thanked by Narcissa and Lucius. Harry didn't see it as something big; he regarded it as just him helping out a friend like he did all the time, so he wouldn't understand why Draco's parents would be set on thanking him formally.
Narcissa casted him one last knowing look, before she left the library.

When Harry was three and a half months pregnant, he was scheduled for his first ultrasound. Draco and he had never talked about it and it was only by sheer chance that Draco knew of the appointment.
He had Floo'd to Harry's house to invite him to the manor for a dinner where his parents could thank him. Lucius had been informed of the pregnancy a few hours ago and had only slightly narrowed his eyes, before he had agreed with his wife that they needed to have a small celebration dinner.
"Harry?" Draco called and his head shot up when he heard a thump upstairs. Fearing something had happened to Harry, he immediately ran upstairs and saw light coming from underneath the closed door of the bathroom.
The door wasn't locked, so he opened it and was met with the sight of Harry hunching over the toilet, throwing up what seemed to be his dinner of last night.
At first Draco just stood there, wondering if Harry had eaten something wrong last night, until he realized that it was probably morning sickness that Harry was experiencing.
Without being conscious of it, Draco quickly walked over to Harry and bent down on his knees next to him, rubbing his back soothingly.
Harry jerked up at feeling the unexpected touch and turned his head a bit. "Dr- Draco?" he asked with a scratchy voice and immediately turned his head back to the toilet when his stomach revolted again.
"Yeah, I'm here," Draco murmured and summoned a washcloth which he doused with a small jet of water that he conjured with his wand. He pressed it carefully against Harry's neck while his other free hand continued rubbing his back soothingly.
Harry groaned at feeling the wet cold cloth pressing against his skin and he sat back up, closing the lid of the toilet and he pressed on the button to flush it.
Draco helped him to the sink and watched how the dark haired man grabbed a plastic cup, filled it with water and gurgled it before he spit it back out to get rid of the lingering taste of vomit.
"Sorry for that," Harry murmured and he blushed – probably from embarrassment at having been caught puking, Draco idly thought. "I thought the morning sickness would be over by now, but it seems that the baby insists on getting rid of my dinner." He grimaced and walked back to his bedroom, where he proceeded to change into a shirt and a pair of worn out jeans.
Draco politely looked away, even though he had already seen Harry naked. His hand twitched when he remembered the last time he and Harry had been alone in this particular room and he shook his head to get rid of that thought.
"Is there a reason why you're here so early?" Harry asked and Draco followed him downstairs where Harry opened the fridge to look for his breakfast.
"Yes, my parents want to invite you to dinner tonight at the manor," Draco replied and took a seat at the table.
"Do you want some breakfast?" Harry turned around and looked at him questioningly. "I'm going to make an omelette."
"Sure; I'll make the tea," Draco offered and stood up to rummage in one of the cabinets to find the tea.
"Thanks," Harry smiled and cracked four eggs in a bowl, scrambling them with a fork while a pan was heating up next to him. "Why the invitation?"
"Consider it a 'thank you' for carrying my child," Draco replied lightly and filled the kettle with water to heat it up for their tea.
When he looked at Harry, the man was frowning.
"They don't need to thank me for that," he protested and poured the scrambled eggs in the pan. He grabbed a tomato and began to dice it, before opening the fridge again to take some cheese and he cut that into thin, square slices.
"But they want to. Honestly, it's easier if you just attend the dinner and let them thank you," Draco snorted and looked at him slyly. "Or do you prefer a material gift? I'm certain mother will be happy to shop and buy you a present instead."
Like expected, emerald green eyes widened in horror and he shook his head vehemently. "No, there is absolutely no need to buy me a gift for this!"
"Then you'll be attending the dinner tonight?"
Harry sighed and scowled. "I guess," he muttered and levitated two plates next to him, where he put half of the omelette on each one and threw some tomato cubes and thin slices of cheese on it.
The kettle startled whistling and Draco took it off the fire, pouring the hot water in two cups, letting the teabags steep in it.
While Harry placed the two plates on the table and grabbed the cutlery, Draco put the mugs down, hissing softly when his skin touched the hot ceramic.
"Do me a favour and try to smile tonight – the meal is just to thank you, not to torture you," Draco said dryly.
"I don't need to be thanked."
He stifled the chuckle that threatened to burst out; Harry sounded like a child that was sulking, because it didn't get dessert. "You've known my parents for a while now – you had to have foreseen something like this would happen when you made the offer," he pointed out.
After Harry had swallowed his food, he looked up to scowl. "To be honest: no, I hadn't thought of that. I simply wanted to help you; I don't need to be thanked, because I helped out a good friend – that's what friends do. They help each other."
Draco didn't reply; it was fruitless to try and make Harry understand that Pureblood families didn't see a thing like surrogacy as something light that was easily done between friends. Harry didn't seem to understand just what kind of gift he had offered to his family; a child was regarded highly in Pureblood families, because it assured the continuation of the bloodline. If Astoria had fallen pregnant, she would have been offered an elaborate meal as a formal thank you as well, because she had done her 'duty' so to speak for the family. Afterwards she would have been given a lot of gifts as well, but Harry wouldn't receive those, because he was the surrogate and while the family was grateful for the chance he had given them, he acted as the means to deliver the child and was only considered the carrier and not the mother.
"How is work? Has the pregnancy been giving you problems?" Draco asked casually.
Sitting there in front of Harry he was struck with the realization that apart from the letter he hadn't talked about the pregnancy to Harry until now. Even though they had met up frequently the past few months the thought of inquiring Harry about the pregnancy had never struck him until now. Did that make him a terrible friend? Or a terrible father?
Harry broke through his thoughts and answered, "Work's been good. I haven't had too many problems aside from frequent trips to the bathroom, because I had to puke," he grimaced. "For once I'm glad I'm on desk duty, because if I had to heal while being in this state, I wouldn't get any work done."
"Are you teaching classes?"
"Only four hours each week," he replied. "I'm teaching the results of various diseases, how they can recognize them and how to treat them. Strictly theoretical of course, but it gives me four hours where I'm not holed up in my office, working on files."
"Has your magic been acting up?" Draco asked curiously.
When he had looked up more information about male pregnancy, he had read that pregnant men were more prone to having their magic act up during the pregnancy than women. The reason for it was simple: while women were naturally able to bear children, men had to use magic to gain the ability and that often caused their magic to act up during the course of the pregnancy.
"Not really. I mean, sometimes some of my spells are more powerful than before, but it doesn't happen a lot. I can deal with it." Harry shrugged.
Draco sipped from his tea and glanced at the clock, narrowing his eyes slightly in thought. "How come you're up so early? You're a late sleeper during the weekends."
Harry rolled his eyes. "You finally noticed the hour, huh?" he replied dryly and shook his head. "I have an appointment with my boss, Healer Lyrian, in half an hour."
"An appointment? What for?"
"For the baby of course." Harry stared at him as if he was an idiot for asking a question like that. "It's time for my check-up. It's still too early to discover the gender, but she wants to check whether the baby is developing well."
The fork with a small piece of omelette halted in the progress of being brought to his mouth. Check-up for the baby? He stared blankly at the dark haired man in front of him, who continued to eat his breakfast, as if he hadn't uttered something shocking.
Well, it wasn't shocking to him probably. As a Healer, Harry knew when check-ups were required during a pregnancy and he probably didn't consider a check-up to be that special.
But for him, it was special. It was his baby that the check-up was needed for and he could hex himself for forgetting that check-ups would happen during the pregnancy.
And if Harry wasn't carrying his baby, he would have hexed the idiot for not notifying him about it. If he hadn't shown up today, would he have known about the check-up? Would Harry have informed him what the Healer would have told him about the baby?
Damn it, it was his baby! As the father, he had the right to be notified about the check-ups!
"What?" Harry had finally felt the glare directed at him and looked at him quizzically. "Why do you look so angry?"
"Why the hell didn't you say anything about the check-up?" he brought out through gritted teeth.
Harry blinked. "Why would I?" he asked confused. "I didn't think you would be interested in hearing the scheduled dates for appointments."
"Why wouldn't I be? In case you have forgotten: I'm the father of the baby you're carrying," Draco answered coldly.
"Of course I haven't forgotten." Harry frowned and laid his fork and knife down, ignoring the rest of his breakfast in favour of handling the upcoming argument with Draco. "But Draco, you never mentioned anything about wanting to be present during the appointments. I just thought that if I let you know how the baby was doing and informed you about the progress, that would be enough."
"You never told me about the appointments! Why didn't you ask instead of just assuming I would refuse to be present?" Draco snapped.
"No need to get so angry." Harry narrowed his eyes and his jaw tightened in anger. "It's not like you talked to me about the pregnancy before. I didn't think you would be interested in accompanying me to the appointments. You're not obligated to join me."
"You could have started talking to me about it. You never said a word about the pregnancy to me either!" Draco ignored the small voice that piped up in the back of his head and told him that he could have started talking about the pregnancy first. He didn't like admitting he was wrong.
Harry sighed and rubbed his temples, as if to stave off a headache. "Listen, I'm not in the mood to argue now. If you want to come to the appointment, you're welcome. If you don't want to come, then that's fine as well."
"I'm accompanying you to the check-up," Draco sniffed and drunk from his tea, ignoring the exasperated sigh from the man sitting in front of him.

"Does anyone aside from your boss know you're pregnant?" Draco asked softly.
They were waiting in Healer Lyrian's office – the grey haired woman had instructed them to wait when she had been called to help another Healer with his patient.
Draco had expected to meet a tall, stern looking woman who wouldn't tolerate any bullshit – sort of like McGonagall – but instead, a short, plump woman with her grey hair in a messy bun and her small, cerulean blue eyes hidden behind half-moon glasses had greeted them with a soft voice before she left them behind in her office.
They had taken the two seats in front of the desk, which was littered with files piled up and papers spread out; some filled to the brim with small, spidery writing, others with diagrams.
Harry turned his head to glance at him and grimaced, making Draco raise an eyebrow in response.
"At my work, she's the only one who knows about it. I had to tell her to explain why I couldn't continue healing, but the rest of the hospital doesn't know and I intend to keep it that way. The less people know about it, the better," Harry murmured and shifted a bit in his chair. "As for my friends …" He hesitated.
"Well?" Draco prompted. He was curious to hear Weasley's and Granger's reaction. He imagined it couldn't have been that good, given Harry's hesitation and their own shared history.
Harry sighed. "Well, Ron and Hermione weren't … too happy about it. If they had their way, I wouldn't have gone through with it, but they have accepted it. Not like they really had a choice," he snorted. "Ron likes to pretend nothing changed, and so far that has been easy for him, because I'm not that far yet. Hermione has given up on lecturing me after she found out I didn't listen when she goes into that mood. I think they are happy to ignore the whole pregnancy for now."
"And your godson and my aunt?" Draco asked curiously. He had met his Aunt Andromeda for the first time when six months had passed after the ending of the war. His aunt and his mother had started talking again and had begun to rebuild their relationship after being apart for so many years. In the beginning their meetings had been rather strained and Harry, he and Teddy had acted as some kind of buffer between the two sisters while they figured out how to repair their bond.
Draco had met Teddy, Harry's godson, on the same day he had met his aunt. The toddler had quickly taken to him and now at five years old, Teddy loved visiting his cousin, though he called him "Uncle Draco" like he called his godfather "Uncle Harry".
"Andromeda thinks I should have tried searching for another surrogate, instead of doing it myself, but she isn't really bothered with it. As long as nothing happens to me, she doesn't mind," Harry replied with a shrug. "I haven't told Teddy yet. I'm not sure whether I should tell him. He might think that the baby will be raised by us, instead of by you and your wife, and explaining the whole progress of surrogacy is a bit too much for a boy of his age."
"So, you're not going to tell Teddy you're pregnant?"
"No, that would require explanations he's still too young for to understand."
The door opened with a slight squeak and Lyrian entered the office, closing the door behind her with an audible 'click'.
She stuffed a file in one of the cabinets that were lined up against the wall and sat down behind her desk, folding her hands together on the desk. She looked at them with sharp eyes.
"Before we proceed with the check-up, how have you been doing, Harry?" she asked and opened a file she had lying beside her.
"I've been doing well."
"Still experiencing morning sickness?"
"Yeah, though it had lessened a bit. Now it's mostly just the mornings that I feel nauseous instead of the nausea popping up throughout the whole day."
She closed the file after writing something down. "That's good to hear." She nodded. "You shouldn't feel nauseous for much longer – I expect the nausea to disappear once you hit the fourth month mark."
"That's good to hear," Harry smiled relieved.
Lyrian switched her attention from her patient to the man accompanying him. "Now, who might you be?"
"My name is Draco Malfoy," Draco replied and eyed Harry from the corner of his eyes. Could he tell the truth or should he just say he was there for support?
Harry took the initiative for him. "Draco is the father of the baby and wants to be present for the check-up," he explained calmly.
"Ah, so you're the mysterious father," Lyrian murmured and there was something in her voice that made Draco stiffen his back and narrow his eyes. He couldn't identify the tone, but he didn't like it.
"All right, if you could please follow me, we'll proceed with the check-up," she announced and led them to another room that was adjoined to her office.
While Harry laid down on the table and pulled his sweater high enough so that his stomach was bare, Lyrian explained what the check-up entailed. Today she would check the vitals of the baby and the growth. The gender would be revealed at the next appointment, which would be when Harry was five to six months pregnant.
Draco had taken his place next to Harry, but was only vaguely listening to what the Healer was saying. His attention was caught by the bare skin of Harry's stomach. He hadn't noticed it at Harry's house, but Harry had developed a small, rounded belly already. It wasn't that visible – it was only noticeable when his stomach was bare and when one had paid enough attention to Harry to know that his stomach had been completely flat just a month ago.
The sight of his naked, slightly rounded belly didn't repulse Draco as he had expected it would; it instead fascinated it and he had no clue as to why it did.
"This potion combined with the Clarus Oris spell will bring forth a screen which will show the inside of your womb," Lyrian murmured and carefully spread out a light blue gel over Harry's stomach. "The vitals of the baby and yours will appear next to it."
She pointed her wand right above Harry's bellybutton and created a complicated pattern that was too fast to follow with the instrument. A small 'pop' sound was heard and blue greyish fog appeared and floated mid-air. The fog seemed to rotate and turn upside down before it halted and took the form of a square. The middle of the square lightened up a bit, though the grey mass occupying the screen wasn't very different from how the fog first looked.
A parchment appeared right next to the fog and letters were formed on the paper soon.
From Draco's position, he couldn't read what the parchment had written, so instead he focused his attention on the screen in front of him.
Lyrian nodded thoughtfully and clucked her tongue. "Yes, yes; good. The baby is doing well, Harry," she said absentmindedly while her sharp eyes studied the paper, floating in front of her face. "The vitals are good and it's growing as it should. Make sure you take more vitamin C though, because you're lacking a bit in that area."
"I will." Harry nodded, his eyes gazing curiously at the screen above his stomach.
Draco wondered if he could locate the baby on the screen until he remembered that Harry hadn't studied obstetrics or anything related to genealogy, but instead had chosen for emergency healing, because his large magic reserve allowed him to give the patient enough Healing to get them stable before a regular Healer or in severe cases a specialized Healer could take over.
"The baby is currently here." Lyrian pointed to the right, lower corner and Draco narrowed his eyes.
He could vaguely make out a small blob, but he supposed he could take Lyrian's word for it that that blob was his baby.
Merlin, his baby.
Like a punch in his stomach, Draco finally acknowledged that there was a real baby growing inside Harry, his baby, waiting until it was big enough to be born. Until now the idea of a baby had felt surreal, more so because Harry hadn't mentioned anything about it. He had known of course that Harry was carrying his heir, because he had received the letter, but to actually see his baby now on a screen, to see the proof of the baby growing in the form of a slight swelling of Harry's stomach was … incredible. It was … he could hardly find the words to describe how he felt now.
"If you want, I can give you a photo of the baby to take with you," the Healer offered with a small smile and Draco nodded immediately.
"Yes, thank you," he said, his eyes still glued on the screen. He was certain his mother would be ecstatic to look at a picture of the baby. Maybe the photo would mellow his father as well towards Harry. Harry and Lucius had never managed to have a good relationship between them – Draco figured it was because his father had tried to kill Harry several times. They tried to ignore each other as much as possible and when they were put in the same room, they tended to avoid each other, preferring to put a lot of distance between them.
Harry had a good relationship with Narcissa however, and Draco wondered how that was possible. He was happy that his mother and his best friend got along well, but it made him wonder whether it was because Narcissa had never actively tried to kill Harry or because Harry saw in her the mother figure he had never had. It didn't really matter though; Harry getting along well with his mother was a good thing in his mind.
"I bet Narcissa will be happy with the photo," Harry smiled faintly while they waited for Lyrian to complete the progress of producing the photos with a spell.
"It wouldn't surprise me if she framed it to hang it up on the wall," Draco replied dryly, paused and then continued, "Or well, more accurately mother will order a house elf to frame it and hang it up on the wall."
Harry chuckled amused. "Probably."
"Here are some copies of the photo," Lyrian interrupted them and handed over three copies, which showed the mass in the screen vaguely shifting, acting as a regular photo in the Wizarding world would.
She handed a small towel over to Harry to wipe away the residue of the potion on his stomach.
While Harry cleaned his stomach, she continued, "All is going well now, but if you experience anything out of the norm or have questions, you can always contact me. Otherwise I'll see you back at the next appointment."
Harry nodded and slid off the table, pushing down his shirt. "Thank you," he smiled.
She waved her hand. "Have a good weekend."
After saying goodbye, Harry and Draco left her office and Harry gave the blond the three copies.
"Aren't you going to keep a copy for yourself?" Draco asked curiously.
Harry looked at him surprised. "Why would I? It's your child; you can use the pictures more than I can."
Draco accepted the copies, but fished one out of the thin stack and pushed it back into Harry's hand, who looked at him confused. "My parents will have a copy, I'll have a copy, so that leaves one for you," he muttered and looked away. "Just accept it, all right?"
He wasn't certain why he was so adamant on Harry having a copy as well, but the small, fleeting smile the other showed him, made him stop worrying about it.
"I'll see you tonight then."
Harry nodded and smiled weakly. "Yeah, I'll see you tonight. How late is the dinner?"
"Around seven p.m., but my parents want to thank you before dinner starts, so be there no later than a quarter to seven," Draco replied and stared at the other man with narrowed eyes.
Green eyes rolled in annoyance. "Yeah, yeah, I'll be on time," Harry mumbled and seemed to pout.
Draco sighed and hoped that dinner would progress smoothly.

AN2: Next chapter will contain a bit more action :) Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes left behind, please point them out to me.
See you all in the next chapter!
Cuddles
Melissa
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