Disclaimer: All characters property of J.K. Rowling. Don't own 'em, wish I did. Still scrounging for bunny food. Just having a little more fun with the boys before putting them back.

Notes: This is the sequel to REVERSO, picking up exactly where the last chapter left off, and will be written over a total of 10 chapters as well, one for the begining and then one for each month of the pregnancy, with excerpts from Draco's Diary. It will have a little bit lighter tone than Reverso, but still in the same frame. Slash/MPreg warnings, Rated R for a reason. Any suggestions, reviews, etc. are always welcome and encouraged!

Thanks as always to the Js...Jen, Jess, Julie.

Chapter I. Make A Wish

31st July. 5:06 p.m.

"Come on Harry," Draco smiled. "Make a wish."

"I have all I want," Harry said. "Can't I just start on the cake?"

"No," Draco stated firmly, "It's your birthday, and you have to wish for something."

The two of them sat at a wooden table, in a comfortable cottage in Romania.

It had once belonged to Ron's brother Charlie, and he had been happy to let Harry and Draco purchase it, at least once he stopped trying to hex Draco for surely having put some sort of charm on Potter. So, here they were, on Harry's 18th birthday, and waiting for a wish.

After much thought, Harry leaned forward and blew out all of the candles.

Harry smiled. He knew what he would like to have, but since it didn't seem possible, he wished for it anyway.

Draco took the candles off one at a time. "So," he asked "what did you wish for?"

"Oh, I can't tell you," Harry grinned. "Then it won't come true."

"Well, that's with Muggle candles and birthday wishes," Draco informed him. "Wizard candles and birthday wishes DO come true."

Harry stopped in mid-slice.

"Excuse me?"

"They come true." Draco repeated. "What did you wish for?"

Harry sat down.

"Harry?" Draco asked. "Are you O.K.?"

Harry stared at the now extinguished candles.


Harry continued to stare at what seemed to be the most fascinating spot on the wall.

Finally, he turned toward Draco.

"You know, I really think we should go out to the markets today, maybe get a new lamp, look at the couches, the prams, the tables, the..."

"Wait a minute, hold on," Draco interrupted. "What did you say?"

"The couches?"


"New lamp?"

"No. After that."

"The prams?"

"That's the one!" exclaimed Draco. "Exactly why would we need to go look at prams?"

"True, we don't need to look at those today," Harry smiled. "After all, you'll have nine months."

Draco carefully placed the candle he had in his hand on the table. He picked up the tea towel beside the knife and slowly wiped the icing off his fingers.

"Draco?" Harry whispered. "Are you alright? Say something."

"I'm perfectly fine", he smiled."Couldn't be better."

And then Draco Malfoy hit the floor.