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For The Sake Of A Name	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 52498 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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AN: I present to you all, chapter 8, enjoy.

Warnings and disclaimers apply as always.

I am also looking for a new beta for this story (and maybe some of the others, apart from Erotes), if you are interested, please let me know.

Also today is my 27th birthday, so please make my day and leave me a nice shiny review with your thoughts. :D

If I am feeling generous, I might leave you another chapter in 24 hours.

Previously:

Hermione pulled him into a tight hug, “Oh Harry, we are here for you. Still can’t believe this is all actually happening.”

“Yeah, me neither, Hermione. Shall we head back in? I am sure Draco is waiting in the library by now and it is feeling like it is about to start raining.” Harry indicated the path back up to the castle over his shoulder.

-#-

Draco looked up and laughed quietly to herself as her husband and friends walked into the library looking like they swam there.

“Told you it was about to rain.” Harry snapped slightly at the other two as Draco cast a quick drying charm on him.

“I never said it wasn’t going to.” Hermione cast the same charm on herself and Ron.

“No, you just said it was very difficult to predict weather.” Harry bit back.

Draco who still hadn’t been even acknowledged by any of them was shaking her head and chuckling under her breath in amusement at their banter.

“It was Ron who implied that your prediction of rain was unfounded.” Hermione said as she glared at the boy next to her, who held up his hands in surrender.

“Sorry, I swear never to doubt Harry’s weather forecasting abilities again.” Ron was laughing as he spoke though and soon the other two were laughing with him.

“You guys enjoy your walk?” Draco asked still giggling slightly at their antics.

“Yeah, they are all up to date.” Harry picked up his wife’s hand and kissed her invisible wedding ring, with a devious smile.

“About... everything?” She ran a hand subtly over her still flat belly and Harry nodded.

“I can honestly say I didn’t see it coming, though not all of us can be as observant as Hermione.” Ron rolled his eyes.

They spend the rest of the day finishing off their homework for various classes and Harry was actually pleased with his finished Transfiguration essay which Hermione had found far fewer errors in than she had with Ron’s.

“Well that work wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it might be.” Ron conceded as they made their way to the great hall for dinner. “Maybe we could head out to the Quidditch pitch after dinner.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, Draco smiled at the idea but Harry appeared hesitant. They took their usual seats and Draco noted that the room was already quite full, with most students already present.

“So Draco, you want to go flying in a bit?” Ron asked as he began to fill his plate.

“Draco, I really don’t think you should.” Harry sounded genuinely concerned.

Draco just stared at Harry for a few moments trying to work out if he was actually serious or if he was setting her up to be able to yell at him. Deciding it didn’t matter either way at the moment she put on her best frown.

“You have got to be kidding me, you don’t think I should?” She deliberately raised her voice slightly getting the attention of a few people around them.

“Draco, we can talk about this after dinner okay.” Harry said it in the best calming tone he could manage.

“No Harry,” Draco stood up and glared at her husband. Ron and Hermione, as well as a large proportion of the student body, were watching them now with expressions of confusion and surprise.

“Draco, please, Love” Harry was looking around nervously and pulled gently on Draco’s arm to get her to sit back down.

The blonde Slytherin took a deep breath and decided if she was going to do this, she was really going to sell it. She thought about how abandoned by her family she had been and soon she had tears on her face thanks to her hormone filled body.

She stepped away from the table and back away from Harry, as he got up from the table.

“Draco.” He spoke sweetly as he held out his hands to her, placing them gently just above her elbows.

“Just because you’re my husband, Harry, doesn’t mean you get to tell me what I can and can’t do. You're not my boss, I am still my own person, Harry.” She yelled at him.

"I know, Draco." Harry tried to placate her quietly, "I wasn't trying to, Love."

It was all too much for her though and suddenly she broke down into full tears; Harry pulled her into a tight embrace against his chest, stroking her hair. He felt as her legs gave out underneath her, apparently even the forced emotions were a lot for her to handle at the moment, so he lowered them both to the floor, leaning against the wall and pulled her onto his lap.

There were mutterings all around the hall; ‘did she say husband?’, ‘they’re married?’, ‘what was that all about?’ The noise levels continued to rise as everyone tried to work out what had just witnessed.

“SILENCE.” Dumbledore yelled over the noise and peace fell in the room again as all eyes turned to the headmaster; all except Draco’s, as she was still sobbing into Harry’s shirt. The old man obviously met Harry’s eyes across the room in question, to which Harry nodded.

“As I am sure many of you have now figured out, Harry and Draco are married. They have actually been married since August and simply wished to allow people time to adjust to their relationship before they went public with their marriage.” Dumbledore held up his hands for silence when the mutterings started again. “Clearly this was not how they had intended to announce their marriage so I ask that you respect their decision to be together and their rights to privacy.”

Harry swept his wife up into his arms, her head leaning against his chest and headed towards the doors; Hermione and Ron wasted no time at all grabbing all four of their book bags and following.

-#-

Once inside the safety of Draco’s room, Harry put her down on the couch and placed a hand gently on the side of her face to make her look at him.

“Are you okay?” Hermione asked as she and Ron came into the room after them.

“Yeah, was mostly an act; my emotions just kind of got away from me.” Draco told them,

“An act?” Ron was clearly frustrated at being out of the loop again.

“Yeah, we needed a plausible reason why we would go public with our marriage now.” Harry explained.

Hermione appeared to think for a few moments before giving an impressed half smile to them both.

Harry took a seat on the couch next to his wife and pulled her to his side. “I was serious about you not flying by the way...”

Draco leaned back to give him a horrified look.

“It wouldn’t be safe for the baby.” He explained quickly and was amazed how quickly her expression went from anger to concern.

“Harry’s right, Draco, no flying for a while.” Hermione told the young Slytherin with an apologetic look.

“Yeah, okay, I promise, no flying.” She agreed, though her voice was sulky.

Hermione and Ron took seats on the other couch and they all just enjoyed a few moments peace to take in the day events, it was not a day they would be forgetting quickly.

“So, do you have a ring then Draco?” Hermione asked, sure that they would have needed one for the ceremony but curious as to when or where Harry would have managed to get one.

“Oh, I don’t have to hide it now.” Draco undid the disillusionment charms that had been cast on it and held her hand out so that Hermione could see.

“It was my Mother’s, I have my father's.” Harry explained, showing them the simple gold band on his own hand as he removed the charm hiding it from view “Dumbledore found them for us.”

Hermione moved over to the other sofa so she could see, she gently held Draco’s fingers to get a good look and a smile crept onto her features. “It is really beautiful, and the gold and silver contrast is kind of perfect for you two.”

-#-

It had been several weeks since their wedding and the day when they had announced to the hall that they were married and people seemed to still find Draco being Mrs Potter amusing. Draco however loved it, glad to once again have a name and a family. The Gryffindors seemed to mostly be of the opinion that she had now married into their house and were therefore more welcoming than ever.

Halloween was that evening and Draco was trying to talk Harry into attending the feast. He always felt somewhat down on Halloween given that it was the anniversary of his parent’s death and that the day never seemed to exactly go as planned. There was the Troll, in his first year, the death day party, in his second, the break in of a suspected murder in his third and last year everyone had been too caught up in the champion selection process to really enjoy the feast.

“Come on Harry, will be fun, would you rather go sit in the kitchens or our room by yourself?” Draco asked.

Dumbledore had now consented to Harry moving into Draco’s room, figuring that they couldn’t get into any more trouble and Draco would need as much support from Harry as possible.

“Mr and Mrs Potter,” Harry and Draco looked up, blushes on both of their faces, as the rest of the class giggled quietly around them. “There is no excuse for talking whilst I am talking.” Snape snapped.

“Sorry, Sir.” They apologised together.

Snape turned around and began talking about the last few steps in the brewing of the potion they would be doing next lesson. Harry rested his chin on his arms, which he had folded on the desk.

Draco however picked up her quill and scribbled a couple of notes that they would need to make sure they managed to complete the potion; she didn’t even notice that she had her other hand on her belly, Pansy however did.

“Ouch.” Blaise glared at the girl sitting next to him and mumbled under his breath, “What the hell, Parkinson?”

“Look at Mrs Draco Potter.” She whispered back.

“For crying out loud Pansy, she is a girl now and a married one at that; you HAVE to let go of this Draco obsession of yours.” He didn’t even look up from his note taking as he spoke, still keeping his voice as quiet as possible.

“No, I am serious Blaise; look at where Draco’s other hand is.”

He groaned again, he so didn’t want to see Draco feeling up her husband, Saint Potter, in the middle of potions.

“I think she might be pregnant.” Pansy whispered when she realised that Blaise had no intention of actually looking.

“What?” Blaise exclaimed slightly louder than intended, wincing as Professor Snape turned to glare at him.

“Mr Zabini, Silence.”

“Sorry, Sir.” He mumbled but turned his gaze towards where Draco was sitting, but the petite blonde girl was sitting watching him like the rest of the class now was. He would have to ask Pansy what she had seen later, though he was quite sure that she was just delusional.

-#-

Harry was frowning at his plate of food during the feast and Draco had decided to be glad her husband had agreed to attend at all, asking for him to be in a good mood as well might be asking too much. Hermione however seemed to disagree as she nudged Harry gently in the ribs again.

"What are you in such a grump about?" the brunette mumbled under her breath.

"Sorry..." Harry looked up and gave both Hermione and Draco a small smile, "just feel like I am waiting for something bad to happen."

"Maybe this year will be different." Ron suggested as he tried to swallow his mouthful of mashed potatoes.

The girls gave him slightly disgusted looked but Harry couldn't help the small smile on his face. It didn't last long when he saw several very official looking men enter the hall, looking around until they spotted him.

"Damn, I knew something would have to ruin today." Harry mumbled, causing all those around him to take notice of those who had entered the hall and were now making their way across the hall towards them.

"My name is Mr Doyle, I am here to perform an enquiry into the marriage of Mr and Mrs Harry and Draco Potter, would both please come with me as I need to ask a couple of questions." The man looked far too serious for Harry's liking, the kind of man who would take serious offence to ink blots on forms. He was neither a tall nor short man and generally was the kind of person you would fail to notice should you happen to walk past them; his hair was an uninteresting tone of brown and appeared as if smiling was not a concept he had ever been introduced to.

"Mr Doyle, we can talk in my office." Dumbledore had apparently come to join them from the teachers table as soon as he realised what was going on. "Harry, Draco, If you would accompany us."

Sharing a couple of nervous glances with Ron and Hermione, the young couple got to their feet and followed Dumbledore, Mr Doyle and the other two gentlemen who had come with him, out of the hall. As the doors shut behind them they could clearly hear that everyone had started talking again, all at once, and Harry couldn't help but sigh at the thought that he and Draco were once again going to be the talk of the school.

-#-

"So Mr Doyle, you said you had a couple of questions you wanted to ask Harry and Draco?" Dumbledore prompted once they were all comfortably seated in his office.

"Yes, see the ministry is required to do some basic checks into all marriages between anyone under the age of seventeen, to ensure that all is in proper order and the marriage can be considered valid. Why was the ministry not informed of your marriage when it initially occurred back in August?" Mr Doyle droned.

"Ah, I think actually it is best I answer that one." Dumbledore answered jovially. "See it was I who performed the marriage and suggested that given the somewhat more sudden nature of their intentions to marry that it would be best to allow time for people to adjust to their relationship."

Mr Doyle simply nodded and scribbled a few notes and didn't look up when he spoke again. "There was very limited parental consent submitted with the marriage certificates and forms, I assume there is a reason for this."

"As you are aware Harry is an orphan, though full parental consent forms were submitted by his godfather and Draco was disowned and therefore legally has no guardians but the forms submitted by myself should suffice for your needs." Dumbledore answered again, still smiling softly at all the rooms occupants.

"Very well." More scribbled notes were added before he turned to look at Harry and Draco, who were holding hands and trying their very best not to look nervous. "So Harry, why did you ask Draco to marry you so suddenly?"

"Because I love her." Harry didn't even miss a beat as he stated it, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "And I knew how much she wanted a family, I wanted with all my heart to be that family; I sure as hell wasn't about to wait around for someone else to beat me to it."

Draco was smiling gently at him while Mr Doyle once again put quill to parchment and scribbled another note, apparently completely unaffected by the emotional intensity of Harry's words.

"And you Draco, why did you agree to being married so young?" Mr Doyle looked up.

"Well like Harry and Dumbledore said, I was disowned, I lost everything I ever knew, I wanted a family. I love Harry very much and he is that family to me now, that is the most precious thing to me." Draco felt Harry squeeze her hand and turned to give him a smile, this was much easier than she had thought it would be.

"Very well, everything seems to be in order. Congratulations Mr and Mrs Potter, hope you have a very happy life together." Mr Doyle had clearly been prompted to finish such interviews with this line, given the complete lack of any emotion he actually said it with and he and his colleagues didn't wait to be shown out.

"Will you be returning to the feast?" Dumbledore asked once the door closed.

The teens both turned to look at him, easy smiles on both their faces and the same question in both their eyes.

"Yes, I believe the ministry bought that you were married in August, you both did well, though that does not surprise me as I suspect that you were both simply talking from the heart." He gave them his trademark knowing grandfather look which made them both blush something fierce. "So would you like to return to the feast?" He asked them again.

Harry gave Draco a small smile and nodded, knowing how much his wife had been looking forward to the celebration but she leaned towards him slightly and pressed a finger against his lips before turning to the Headmaster. "Actually sir I think I will take my husband back to our rooms, I think some time alone would do us good after all this."

Dumbledore smiled all too knowingly for Harry's liking but he was not about to protest to an evening alone with his beautiful blonde.

-#-

Pansy glared at the old man as he returned without Harry and Draco, his smile, as he sat back into his seat at the teachers table, just annoyed her for some reason.

"Well, I guess either Draco is either spreading her legs like a good dutiful wife or the ministry has arrested them both." Blaise mumbled to her with a smirk. "I am guessing that it is the former given I doubt our dear Headmaster would look quite so amused about the latter. That said that he is that amused by the former is somewhat creepy."

Daphne Greengrass nearly choked on her juice at the implication of his words but Pansy simply turned to glare at him.

"Oh come off it Pansy, you really think Gryffindor's golden boy is really going to have knocked someone up at fifteen, even if it is his wife." Blaise sighed, she had told him about Draco's hand on her stomach in class and had refused to listen when he had suggested multiple reasons why she could have had it there, including no reason at all or a stomach ache.

"Well something is going on; I know Draco is different now but I still find it difficult to believe they would just get married like that, I am sure there must have been something that would make them take that step." She was talking mostly to herself, knowing Blaise wasn't going to believe her theory till the day Draco walked into the great hall with a protruding belly, ready to burst.

"Oh and it couldn't possibly be that Draco was disowned, left without even a name?" Blaise threw back sarcastically.

"Yeah, maybe...." Pansy replied but she was clearly no longer listening as she frowned at her food.

-#-

"You would have said yes even if I have asked you before you were pregnant, wouldn't you?" Harry asked Draco, as he pulled her down onto his lap once they got back to their room.

Draco chuckled as she curled up on his lap. "Yes, I think I probably would have. I hadn't really thought about it until we were in Dumbledore's office and had to explain why without mentioning the baby, but..."

"It was just easy to tell the truth." Harry finished and Draco nodded her agreement.

"I love you." Draco said as she leaned back slightly to look up at her husband.

"I love you too. Now, shall we make good use of this evening we have all to ourselves?" The salacious implications of his words making Draco smirk knowingly.

"Well, Mr Potter, I suppose, just this once, I will allow you to have your way with me."

"Oh really? How very kind of you, Mrs Potter." They were both grinning as Harry easily picked up the petite blonde and moved them into the bedroom.

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Review responses:

ChaosLady - Glad you think I am managing to capture the feel of the characters, I have tried to put a lot of work into making sure they are pretty close to being true to the characters we know. :) and I am very happy that you are still enjoying this story.

Nari-chan - It is a short while yet till Lucius will make his appearance and of course the new Mr and Mrs Potter will want to keep the pregnancy quiet for as long as possible. All will be revealed in good time ;)

Cindy - Ah, I see what you mean, I would love to update more often, but that would require me to me making a lot more progress with writing this story than I have been lately; and with me writing Erotes as well at the moment, weekly is about the best I can manage. I do finish my university course in a few month though, which will likely be when I might be able to pick up the pace. Thanks, Today is my actual birthday. :D
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