Title: Baby of our Dreams

Rating: PG-13 for now

Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with Harry Potter. Only Constance is mine.

Summary: Harry finds a baby on the door step of his relatives and runs to Draco for help. Will be SLASH! If you do not like, hit the back button on your server and have a nice day.

Draco froze as Harry's words washed over him, 'I love you.' He shook his head slightly and pushed himself up onto his elbow and stared down at Harry, "Do you mean it?"

Harry smiled and rolled half onto his back, "Of course I mean it, you prat. I wouldn't say it otherwise." he reached up and ran a finger along Draco's jaw bone, "I watched you with Constance, you know, tonight. I heard what you said, and I know how you feel. I wanted to clarify things for you."

Draco frowned, "So if you hadn't heard me talking to Constance, you wouldn't have said anything?" He pushed himself up into a sitting position and swung his legs off the bed.

"Draco..." Harry reached out, grabbing the blonds arm.

"Why?" Draco pulled his arm away and stood up. He turned to face the bed and crossed his arms over his bare, pale, chest.

Harry narrowed his eyes in confusion, "Why what?"

"I want to know why you had to wait until all my insecurities were laid out in the middle of the night and then launch that at me. Then go and tell me that you wanted to clarify things?" Draco shook his head, "It shouldn't have had to taken you overhearing a conversation between me and our daughter before you said anything!"

"You think this whole thing has been a walk in the park for me? Damn it Draco you're not the only one with insecurities. I may have fallen in love with you, but do you have any idea how hard it is to forget the things of the past, as much as I want to? How afraid I was to say anything, for fear that you'd just point and laugh at me? Granted, we're bonded and now have a daughter, but that fear was and is still there." Harry said, his voice barely rising above a whisper.

"Think about what you just said, we are bonded Harry. If I was going to sit there and laugh at you, even after I laid my heart out to you when you first came, it would have happened before the ceremony." Draco grabbed his pillow off the bed and a blanket from the wardrobe, "I'll see you in the morning."

Harry sat there, upset and confused, not sure what to do. He watched as Draco walked out of the room and shut the door, giving Harry no indication as to where he was going. He slammed his fist into the bed and laid back, trying to figure out how what was supposed to be a simple declaration of his feelings could go so wrong.

Twenty minutes passed when it became apparent that Draco wasn't returning. Harry got out of bed and walked out into the living room. A quick scan of the room showed that Draco wasn't there. He looked in his old room of only one night and found that empty as well.

Stumped as to where his husband could have gone, he decided to check in on his, or rather their, daughter. He opened the nursery door quietly and gasped at what he saw. In a far alcove that reminded Harry of an overly large bay window was a simple, yet comfortable looking, double wide bed.

Harry stepped around Constance's cradle and took note that she wasn't in it. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched his husband sleep, their daughter curled in his arms. He brushed a strand of hair off of Draco's forehead and tried to hold back tears that were threatening to fall.

"Draco," He whispered, "I know you can't hear me, but I want you to know that I really do love you. Even if Constance hadn't been brought into our lives I have a feeling that somewhere, somehow, we would have ended up together. It's that thought that kept me from running when I realized what I was feeling, and that thought was the one that spurred me on to tell you finally. True, it was you talking to our daughter that helped, but it also made me realize just how foolish I was being." Harry sighed and stood up, taking only a second to kiss the foreheads of his two loves, "I just hope that someday soon you will be able to see that."

He turned and walked back out of the nursery, knowing deep down that Draco needed this, to be alone with his thoughts and dreams. By leaving and not looking back, he didn't notice the gray eyes following his retreat.

Harry grabbed his own pillow from their room, not able to sleep in the bed without Draco. He grabbed a blanket and then walked back into the living room. He curled up on the couch and managed to fall asleep.


When Harry woke up the following morning, he realized two things. One he wasn't in bed, and two, there was a warm comforting weight on him and in his arms. It was then that he remembered the night before and his eyes slammed opened, only to fall shut as grateful tears began to form. Draco was back in his arms.

"I know you're awake. You can open your eyes now." Draco's smooth tenor voice flowed into his ear.

Harry did as told and was met with the gray gaze of his love, "How..."

"I was awake when you came into the nursery and I heard every word." Draco shifted so he was laying half on Harry, between the raven haired wizard and the back of the couch, "Why didn't you sleep in the bed?"

Harry turned onto his side, so that he was facing the blond face to face, "It didn't feel right. Felt almost as if I was invading some sort of private space."

Draco reached up and ran his fingers through Harry's hair, "I think we should start over."

"Does that mean going through some sort of wizarding divorce and re-bond?" Harry asked, grinning slightly.

"No," Draco replied, shaking his head, "There really are no divorces in wizarding marriages, especially not between two bonded couples. What I meant was that we should scout the house and find a room that belongs to us. I understand the uncomfortable feeling. That's why I was in the nursery and not the guest room. It felt like I was invading your space or something similar to that."

Harry bit his lip, "What about Constance, I don't want to be to far from her."

"I was thinking that we can wait until we come back after school and then assign a house elf to look after her, so that if there are any problems, it could let us know." Draco tightened his fingers in Harry's hair slightly in an affectionate move, "I just want you to know, just in case I never say it enough, is that I do love you." He kissed Harry gently, in an almost chaste barely there kiss, "For always."


Draco shifted Constance to his shoulder as Harry set the babies bottle on the table. He looked up as a tapping came at the window, "Harry, love, there's an owl at the window."

Harry smirked at Draco, "With your lovely sentiment you made earlier, I assumed that you wouldn't be one for pet names, apparently I was wrong?"

"Apparently. Now go that poor thing in before it melts in the heat."

Harry stood up and jogged over to the window, letting the owl in, "Now who do you belong to?" He removed the parchment from the owls leg and passed him an owl treat from the jar that sat next to the stand set up for Hedwig.

He left the window open for the owl and walked back to the couch, curling up next to Draco and Constance. He leaned on his husband and unrolled the parchment, "It's from Ron." He muttered, a crease of worry forming between his eyebrows.


I am truly sorry about not being in contact with you since your bonding. I'll admit now that I was in shock during the ceremony, and I was a bit more then upset after I came back to my senses afterwards.

It took these past three weeks to finally come to an understanding with my feelings. While I am not happy that it was Malfoy you married, I do understand that you are soul mates and that those are truly rare. So, all I can say is good luck to you, and I hope to see you on the train to school.


Harry raised an eyebrow, "I went through all that worrying for nothing?"

Draco chuckled and passed Constance over to her other father, "So it would seem. But even I'll admit that I am relieved that that was all that was wrong." He stretched out and draped his legs over Harry's. He dropped one arm over Harry's shoulder and rested his chin on the shoulder nearest his head.

Harry turned slightly and kissed Draco's forehead, "Me too, love, me too."

A/N: Well, I know it's been a bit since updating and that the length doesn't really make up for that, but I hope the feelings brought forth do. That's all I can hope. It hasn't been so much a brain block but more so that I kept getting ideas for another story that im going to attempt to write. So, here's the next chapter, and if there are any fans of Senses out there reading this, then know that I should have the next chapter up for that within the next week. JA and thanks for the reviews!