It started with a fling their eighth year. They ran into each other one day in Myrtle's bathroom. Emotions were high. Their silence was louder than anything else. When they finally made contact it wasn't with fists or spells, but kisses and soft caresses and whispers of "I've always wanted you."

It went on for months. The secret dates and midnight rendezvous. By the end of eighth year they had become the it-couple. Not even they knew how it happened.

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Harry had never expected himself to fall for Malfoy, that was for sure, but they had been together for 3 years now and he couldn't see his life without the blonde. The knock on his door was sudden.

"Potter, if you aren't dressed in 5 minutes I'm leaving you!"

"Wait! My robes got tangled again."

"You've been wearing them since school, we've only been out for two years. No way you've always been this dense," Draco pushed the door open and smiled as he examined his darker skinned boyfriend. He reached a hand out and fixed the robes on instinct before smiling down at Harry and placing a kiss on the hand he had pulled away from the fabric around his neck. "You look very handsome, now can we go?"

Harry laughed but nodded as he closed their bedroom door behind them and tried to stand up straighter.

"I can't even stay for your audition I have an appointment with the healer about the bludger incident, so why do I have to be so dressed up," he said whining as he put his arms out to the side as it to emphasize how uncomfortable he felt.

"Because you're escorting me in first and I have to give them a good impression so they can approve me for the muggle auditions."

The ravenette smiled. Draco was trying to be a Muggle musician, because they had had enough of the wizarding world. At least for the most part. They even lived in Muggle England, but if these wizarding-preliminary auditions went well they would be on their way to New York in America. The preliminaries were mostly to check that Malfoy's performance did not include magic or break any international secrecy laws.

"And anyway," continued the blonde with a smirk. "You get a bludger to the head almost every time you play quidditch at the Burrow. What's so different this time?"

"Well this time i wanted to be there for you. But you went and arranged the audition at the same time as my appointment."

"You make me nervous, I don't want anything to blow this for me. Especially thinking of you actually blowing me."

Harry chuckled because he remembered the last time he and Draco had to give a speeches in public. Everything was going great. As always Draco spoke with an elegance that was rivaled by none, but when Harry smiled at him the blonde couldn't help but blush and stutter through the rest of it.

"It isn't funny, Potter!" Draco said smacking his arm."Let's go."

"Yes, sir," mumbled the brown skinned man as he looped an arm around Draco's waist and apparated them to the theatre. Once they had landed and he had taken a moment to calm his heart rate he tightened his grip slightly and smiled up at his boyfriend as they walked down a glimmering carpet towards the line of people preparing for their turn. No one turned to stare at them, well no more than usual, as they exchanged kisses and hugs.

"Meet me at home," murmured the blonde and Harry nodded then leaned up and made a show of kissing his cheek. He always knew how to make the blonde smile.

"You're going to do great. I'm sure of it." He walked back outside the edge of the theater's apparation ward before heading to St. Mungos. He walked up to the counter which, luckily, wasn't very crowded today. "Hey Quincy," he spoke to the smiling guy behind the tall counter like an old friend. "I'm here to see-"

"Healer Roberts, yeah? If it was another bludger, mate, you know she's going to tell you to stop playing, like forever or something." He signed Harry in all the same. "She'll be with you on a moment. You know where the waiting room is. Actually mate, could you bring me a bag of crisps?"

"Sure, Quincy." He turned before placing his wand in the slot so it's magical signature could be read in exchange for the snack. It was one of the most interesting and updated machines in the building which he knew only because he had interned here with Hermione and Quincy during eighth year.

Although Quincy wasn't in their year or even their house, they all seemed to get along pretty well. He grabbed the crisps and tossed them to his friend and sat down to wait. He tapped his foot impatiently for what seemed like hours.

When a nurse came to call his name and lead him back, he checked the clock. Barely 30 minutes had passed.

Almost immediately Healer Roberts was there. Now that he thought about it maybe she had come so quickly because she thought it was going to be a quick get-in, give-a-lecture, and get-out. In his defense that's what Harry had expected it to be as well. Until she gave him a quick wand scan and backed away with a big smile but even bigger eyes. Then she started talking to him about the rate of wizard pregnancies.

He didn't even know they were possible.

"Well they aren't very common," she insisted. "Both parents need to be incredibly strong wizards. They need to be resilient enough to withstand anything if I'm being honest with you, Mr. Potter. Not to mention-" he let his shock explain away the fact that he zoned out 3 times during her speech. Sure he was happy. Thrilled really, but that would push he and Draco moving to the states another year at least.

Draco was building a name right now, or he was trying to. When the appointment was over he nodded and headed out with hands full of pamphlets and papers and a list of vitamin and nutrient potions he needed to start taking in three weeks that he could pick up from a local apothecary as soon as possible.

When he got home Draco was pacing across the floor trying to hide a grin that made Harry's stomach churn. He wasn't sure if that was good or bad. When his boyfriend turned to him with those huge grey eyes he knew it was both and he couldn't help but send a wet smile back.

Their tones were different but their words were the same.

"You won't believe what happened..."

Harry shut his mouth quickly and nodded to his partner with a small grin. The blonde started speaking animatedly about his audition and Harry made a decision.

He felt like he was going to vomit.

"What's wrong, Harry?" asked Draco and the ravenette shook his head. "I thought you would be happy for me..." Draco voiced aloud.

"I am happy for you, Dray. I'm thrilled."

"That's funny, because you don't look 'happy for me'," the blonde said with air quotes before trying to storm off into their shared bedroom. Before he got to the door Harry spoke quietly.

"It's just...something came up."

Malfoy turned around as though a switch had gone off, his eyes flaming with anger instead of self pity.

"Something came up?" he spit back at Harry. "I've been rehearsing for months! We've been planning this move for a year almost! What the bloody fucking hell could have come up!?"

Harry floundered around for the best way to answer, but Draco spoke up again. More somber this time. Determined almost.

"I knew this would happen. You spout all that shit about not caring about your name and how everyone sees you, but that's what this is about isn't it?" He waved his wand and caught his bag once it came souring through the room. "You don't want me to be famous. You like being the guy dating the ex-deatheater. 'Saint Potter Still Saving Us All' is that it?"

"No," Harry stepped closer but Draco was too fast and too consumed by his anger. "You know it's not like that. Draco, I love you. Stop being so melodramatic."

That was not what he should have said.

"That's another thing," Draco said as he made it to the door. "When you're angry you have viable reason, but if I'm angry then I'm just 'pitching a fit' or being 'melodramatic'. Well, why don't I take my drama elsewhere, yeah?"

The door slammed before Harry could even open his mouth. He stood there gaping, his mouth moving like a fish out of water for longer than he could remember.

He put his head in his hands and breathed.

"I'm pregnant, Draco." He spoke to an empty room. "How sodding hard was that to say, Potter?" he reprimanded himself before gripping at his hair angrily. He tried wand-calling Draco 7 times before giving up. When he went to the bedroom it looked as though the blonde was never there. Neither of them had brought much with them to the flat, but now that half of the things were gone Harry remembered what it was like to be alone. He tried calling one more time, but gave up on the third ring and just crawled into the bed.

He supposed that was it. Draco was off to the states tomorrow. He cried himself to sleep and called Ron and Hermione first thing the next morning.

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