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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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Author’s Note AKA Irrelevant Drivel: I get my stitches out today! Thank you to everyone who reviewed last chapter!

            “Fine, wait for me, I’m coming with you,” Hermione said, following him.

            They walked in silence until they got to the room of requirement. Harry put his backpack down on the coffee table, before going into the nursery to get the green sea turtle stuffed animal, because he really wanted something to hold that would remind him of Draco and the baby right now. When he went to the nursery room, he saw the vase of flowers from Sunday still on the table by the rocking chair and the stuffed turtle on the floor by the chair. He stopped, picked up the turtle, and sat down in the rocking chair.

            Hermione followed Harry into the nursery. “It changed,” Hermione said, referring to the color change, from yellow to indigo.

            “Yeah, Draco changed it,” Harry replied.

            “That must have been really scary for you today, almost losing your baby,” Hermione said.

            “Yeah,” Harry replied without thinking about how Hermione had worded it. But then he did process her words. “You mean Draco’s baby, right? We’ve grown to be friends and I don’t know what I’d do if he lost his baby because of Ron.”

            “Harry, I know you’re the father. Only the biological father could give a magical donation,” Hermione revealed.

            “I didn’t know that,” Harry replied.

            “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone, but why didn’t you tell me?” Hermione asked.

            “He told me not to tell anyone, unless they know occlumency. You hadn’t even asked Snape to start teaching you last time we were in here.”

            “I understand and I’m gonna be here for you and for Draco too if he’ll let me. I’m sure that he can’t be all bad if he’s dating you.”

            “No, he’s actually really nice and sweet most of the time. He asked me to read to him today to pass the time.”

            “What Ron said before you hit him the last time was uncalled for. I don’t think I’m gonna talk to him again; for a while at least. Well first I have to make sure he knows not to blab, but then I’m not talking to him.”

            “You mean the part where he said my baby was better off dead?”

            “Yeah, that part. No baby is better off dead, least of all yours. I’m sure he’ll be wonderful, even if he turns out a little pointy.”

            “I’m hoping for the grey eyes, actually,” Harry replied, not quite smiling, but not as solemn as he was before.

            “He’ll be adorable no matter who he looks like. If you ever need any help with Draco or the baby, just let me know. I can help with Ron too, although I’m not so sure how much contact we’ll be having with him now.”

            “Yeah, there are loads of things you can help with. You helped me before with the catalogs and explaining all this stuff to me. Draco was really happy when he saw it all later that day.”

            “You mean the room made it for you, not Draco?” Hermione asked smiling.

            “Yeah, the room only ever made one room for him.”

            “The loo?” Hermione asked. The loo was large, lavish, and poncy in a way she couldn’t imagine Harry asking for.

            “No, the study.”

            “There’s a study? You have to show me,” Hermione requested, walking out to the hallway, so Harry followed, taking the stuffed turtle with him.

            “It’s that door on the right there.”

            “Wow,” Hermione said walking into the room and seeing all the books.

            Harry followed her and sat down on his desk chair, placing the turtle on his desk, as he watched what she did. Draco still had books and parchment covering his desk and he didn’t want Hermione to disturb it.

            “No wonder you want to spend all your time in here!”

            “Yes, it’s the study, not the personal bedroom, loo, beach, and forest.”

            “I’m sure they’re nice too, although I haven’t seen much of any of it, besides the sitting room and the loo.”

            “Do you want to go for a walk in the lilac forest?” Harry asked. He could use a walk to clear his head right about now.

            “Yeah, if that’s what you want to do. I’d rather go for a swim at the beach, but this hardly seems the time.”

            “Yeah, not right now; maybe another time,” Harry said walking out of the study.

            “Maybe on the weekend, if Draco’s feeling better, you can invite me over?” Hermione suggested, following behind Harry.

            “Yeah, maybe. We’ll see,” Harry replied.

            The two of them went for a nice walk in the lilac forest and continued to chat. “Harry there’s just one thing I don’t understand,” Hermione said as they walked.

            “Just one?”

            “Well yes. Draco and you are both gay, so he’s obviously the boy you’ve had a crush on and you’re the halfblood he’s been seeing. The occlumency sessions weren’t just occlumency lessons, but dates. But what I don’t get involves what you told me yesterday: Draco’s still holding a grudge over the bathroom thing. I was thinking that you two had to have fallen in love in that bathroom and that’s probably where the baby came from; either that or before then. Although, it couldn’t have been much before that, because you were still following him around obsessing over him before that. And if it’s the case that you guys, you know, in the bathroom, then how come you almost killed him later? And why is he holding a grudge?”

            “We did make our baby that day and that was when I first realized my feelings for him. But I didn’t know what I was doing and I accidentally hurt him. He pushed me off and fell and hit his head…it wasn’t pretty. When he recovered, he grabbed his wand and started flinging hexes at me. I reacted instinctively and fired the first spell that popped into my head. I didn’t know it was going to do that, I swear. I explained it to him and he understands and we’re trying to work through it, but it seems like it gets brought up at least once a week. I almost killed him Hermione.” Moments after the conception of their son, he nearly killed his father; their baby almost didn’t get a chance at life because of his stupidity.

            “I know, but you didn’t and you won’t hurt him again.”

            Harry nodded and they walked in silence for a minute before Hermione changed the subject back to studying. When they finished the circular path in the lilac forest, Harry suggested they go back to the study and get to work. Hermione soon had her own desk in the study, to the right of Harry’s desk. When dinner time came, Harry wasn’t yet ready to explain to the rest of the Gryffindors where he’d been all day, so he and Hermione called Dobby and had dinner in the room of requirement instead. Hermione gave Harry a look like she had caught him torturing muggles, but didn’t say anything.

            After dinner Hermione went back to Gryffindor tower and Harry went off to his last detention with Snape. He was eager to find out how Draco was, so the first question off of his lips as soon as the door was closed behind him was, “How’s Draco, sir?”

            “Recovering nicely; his mother is taking good care of him. He won’t be in classes tomorrow, but I think he should be able to go back Thursday, provided he uses a wheelchair,” Snape answered.

            “Good. Can I see him tomorrow? We usually meet after classes, before dinner.” Tomorrow was Wednesday and he normally didn’t see Draco on Wednesdays, because he went to Quidditch instead. But with this being his last day of detention, Quidditch was supposed to go back to its normal after dinner schedule. And even if he did have Quidditch practice, he would change his schedule if it meant seeing Draco. Besides, he didn’t see how he could play Quidditch with his mind on Draco like this.

            “That could be arranged. Come to my office at three and I will bring Draco there,” Snape replied.

            “Sir, I kind of forgot to tell Ron to come see you.”

            “Why?”

            “You see, I punched him in the head and he blacked out and I left,” Harry confessed.

            “Very well. I’ll inform him of his month of detentions tomorrow.”

            “Sir?”

            “Yes Mr. Potter?”

            “Earlier, when I was fighting with Ron, I accidentally let it slip that Draco’s pregnant.”

            “Why on Earth would you do that? Now I will have to obliviate a student. Do you know how complicated you are making my life, Mr. Potter?”

            “It sort of slipped out. He didn’t understand why I was so mad or how Draco was hurt, but I didn’t tell him the baby was mine. He still doesn’t know anything else, except that Draco and I are friends and Draco’s pregnant.”

            “In that case maybe I will spend the next month punishing him with occlumency lessons instead of obliviating him.”

            “Thank you sir.”

            “Is that all Mr. Potter?”

            “Yes sir.”

            “Mr. Binns will not be here for another hour, so get to work.”

            Harry noted that Snape wasn’t punishing him for punching Ron- no house points were taken and no detentions were given- and that was out of character for Snape. It seemed for once, Harry had caught a break. Ron, on the other hand, was catching a month’s worth of detentions, which made Harry glad, even though he didn’t feel it was a strong enough punishment for nearly killing his child. But there was not much more he could do, so he got to work and Mr. Binns came by right on schedule with an engagement ring with the Potter crest on it. Apparently the goblins had found it in his vault after all, along with a set of wedding rings. There was only one man’s ring in the set and it was plain, but still he might be able to use it for himself, especially if Draco’s parents gave him a ring. Mr. Binns was finished with the wedding contract, so he spent the rest of the night explaining it. Finally when it was nearing ten and Harry was exhausted, Mr. Binns allowed Harry to sign and left.

            Snape excused Harry, warning him to behave and not get any more detentions, so he went to the room of requirement and went to sleep in the bed he normally shared with Draco. It was too big and lonely by himself, but he took the green stuffed turtle with him.

            To Harry, it seemed as if he had only just fallen asleep when he was woken up two hours later by the sound of Draco’s voice. “Harry? Are you in here?” Draco called.

            “It will be ten points from Gryffindor for being caught out after hours, Mr. Potter,” Snape said.

            “Really Severus, if he’s in a bed, in a hut, inside a room, then surely that doesn’t count as being out after hours,” Narcissa said.

            “Harry, I hope you’re dressed, because mother is here,” Draco called out. It would probably be better if Professor Snape didn’t catch Harry naked either, but he was much more concerned about his mother seeing that than Professor Snape.

            Harry was groggy and confused at first. ‘What time is it and why are Draco and his mum here? And Professor Snape too!?! Merlin’s pants,’ Harry thought as he sat up. At least he was wearing presentable pajama bottoms, so Draco didn’t have anything to worry about.

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