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Chapter Eight The Night Talk

It was almost midnight when Harry heard the door open silently. He was sleepy, but he couldn't sleep until Draco arrived at the infirmary. He could hear the slow thuds approaching him, followed by something soft kissing his forehead.

"What took you so long, Draco?"

"Did I keep you awake? You should have fallen asleep by now, Harry. You need it." Harry looked a bit pale but still adorable in those hospital baby-blue pyjamas.

"I know. I did, Madame Pomfrey didn't let anyone come in. She said I have something like a virus and it attacked my stomach or something."

"Do you think they'll believe it?"

"I'm not sure. I don't have a bad eating pattern."

Draco pulled down his Invisibility Cloak. He kissed Harry's lips slowly, enjoying the soft, alluring paled lips.

"Sorry I'm late. But I have something for you."

"What is it?"

"I told mother that you're pregnant and she insisted on owling you this. She said that it might help with your morning sickness." He took out a small brown paper package.

"Hmm, choco chips. I love it."

"Yeah, just to add another pounds in you belly.

Harry pouted at him, "You mean I'm fat?"

"You will be eventually, sweetie, it won't make any difference." Draco chuckled softly.

"Where are you going?" Draco took off his cloak and put it on the other bed.

"I'm going to sleep here."

"There's a lot room here," Harry slide off his blanket a little to invite him to crawl in beside him.

"No. You need your rest, Harry." Draco stripped off his clothes and stood only clad in his shorts.

"But I'm cold," Harry pouted at him.

"No, I promised that I would be taking care of you, not sleeping with you."

"And I'm cold. You can make me warm and take care of me. Please…" Harry batted his eyelashes.

"You're cold, hm?" Draco walked to Harry's side and sat down slowly, as if trying not to hassle him.

"Yes," Harry pulled him closer, "And you can make me warm."

"Now, would you sleep and take your much needed rest?" Draco laid down at Harry's left.

"I will if you sing for me."

"Harry, I can't…"

"Or… you could tell me a story."

"And then you will sleep?"

"Yes."

"OK…." Draco turned Harry so his back could rest at his chest. "There was once…"

"You should start it with 'Once upon a time'. That's how a story begin." Harry took Draco's arm and put it on his still flat stomach.

"I thought it was my story." He rubbed Harry's stomach lovingly and nuzzled his face at the curve of Harry's soft neck.

"OK, you may continue," Harry couldn't stop wriggling, "Stop it, it's tickling. I promise I'll shut up."

"Good. Let's start again. There was once a little witch. She wasn't very good at Potions, but she fell for a Potions Master. And she…"

"'And she' what? Did he help her? You can't just stop." Harry tried to turn when he didn't get any response. "Draco, you can't sleep yet." Still no response. "Oh, and I thought you were here to take care of me."

When he still didn't get any response, Harry sat up slowly. "Draco. Hey, wake up. I have something to tell you."

Draco only opened his left eye, "You mean, other than you're pregnant and I'm going to be a father?"

"Yes. Blaise was here before dinner. He wanted to see me if I was all right."

"That's why I couldn't find him." Draco just sniggered, "Are you trying to make me jealous, Harry?"

"Did it work?"

"No. I know he didn't get to see you. He told me that himself." Draco gave small feathery kisses on his face, "You're not going to sleep, aren't you?"

"Oh, I will, Draco. If you hold me 'till I sleep." Harry smiled shyly, he looked anywhere but Draco's eyes.

"And I thought that was what I did." Draco had never seen this side of Harry before and he couldn't wait to find more.

"Draco…" He could hear the hesitation in his voice.

"Hm?"

"What will happen when the baby's born?"

"What do you mean?"

"You won't need me anymore." The comeback was so soft that Draco almost lost it.

"Says who?"

"Huh?"

"I know how it feels to be an only child. It's boring and lonely. So, I can't let it happen to Leon."

"And?"

"I'll make sure he has other sisters and brothers."

"You will marry another woman?" He could feel Harry become stiff in his arms.

"I didn't know pregnancy was dangerous to the intelligence."

"What?"

"Harry, you'll be a wife and a mother. That's what you are."

Harry was glad that the room was dim enough to hide his hot face. He could imagine what the colour was. "I… I'm not a wife. I'm a guy, remember?"

"Said the guy who's pregnant with my child." Draco kissed his shoulder.

"But you know what?" Harry played with Draco's fingers, "I think I'm pretty lucky. I'm seventeen, pregnant, but hey, I'm married."

"You missed something, babe, you're married to the most handsome wizard in the world."

Draco loved the way Harry laughed softly and freely.

"Yes, the most handsome wizard in the world, and with my modesty," Harry crinkled his nose, "our baby will be the perfect one."

"Yes. Perfect. I want you to keep this in mind, Harry. You're mine. You can't get away from me."

Harry turned to kiss his nose, his face was serious when he looked into Draco's eyes, "No, Draco. 'You' are mine. And 'you' can't get away from me."

Draco held him tightly. "Yes, Harry. I can't get away from you. Especially if you give Leon a few brothers or sisters."

"Is that a threat?"

"A promise, Harry. It's a promise."

"Yes, it is."

Harry leant back to burry himself deep in Draco's arm. He felt warm and safe. He couldn't stifle his yawn. With that happy thought, Harry was asleep with smile on his lips.

Draco could feel the body heat radiating from Harry's body through his pyjamas. It was calming. He fell asleep not long afterward with Harry's slow breathing lulling him.

22 February 03, 1:26 am