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Epilogue

Draco stared up at the white ceiling above his bed, one hand resting on his abdomen and the other pillowing his head.

"Ridiculous," he muttered, scowling at nothing in particular.

Was his decision too hasty? After all, it had only been a week and four hours since that day in Harry's office.

He thought he was making the right choice… He hoped he was making the right choice.

He couldn't banish from his mind the thought of Harry's tear-filled voice on the phone.

Harry had said, "If you're sure that's what you want, fine."

It hurt Draco's head to think about Harry's eyes brimming with tears.

But now at least he could drink his coffee in peace. Draco rolled onto his side and fell asleep.

.-xXXx-.

"Budge over, you prat."

There was a clink and soft thud as a set of keys and something else landed on the bedside table; twin thumps as a pair of shoes was thrown at the closet (and they probably missed it by about three feet). Draco felt the mattress sink as Harry sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Budge over," Harry repeated, gently inching Draco forwards. Draco wrinkled his nose and rolled over.

"What's in the bag?" he said, gesturing to the white paper bag that Harry had haphazardly thrown onto the table.

"Your stuff from the clinic," Harry shrugged, removing his lime-green robes.

"That's the good thing about dating a Healer," Draco mused. "Illegal drugs."

"They're very legal, and they probably taste very bad," Harry muttered, lying down and suddenly finding himself with an armful of Draco. He pulled the blankets over both of them and sighed contentedly.

Draco jumped a little when a warm hand came to rest on his stomach, massaging in never-ending circles. It was Harry's obsession these days: Draco's belly.

Draco was silent for a moment while he linked their fingers together, and then said, "Hey, Harry?"

"Yeah?" One green eye opened slightly to look at him. Draco looked, smiling, at the tiny slit of green, then decided against what he was planning to say.

"Never mind," Draco said, and then kissed Harry on the side of the mouth. "How was your day?"

"Boring," he said, his eye closing as he yawned. "One of my patients accidentally swallowed my ear thermometer, Merlin knows how, and we had to get Augustus to remove it. He didn't know how, and then Luna was in the waiting room, and she, of all people, got it out in the blink of an eye. I don't know how she does it. Did you do anything today?"

"Oh, yeah," Draco murmured. "I did a lot of thinking. About names."

Harry gave him a small smile. "What are your ideas, then?"

Draco appeared to deliberate the point.

"Let's call him Lucius."

Eyes still closed, Harry raised an eyebrow and said, seemingly stifling a laugh, "And if it's a girl?"

"Let's call her Lucius."

Both of Harry's eyes flew open and he blinked in surprise. "You're not serious."

"A promise is a promise," Draco shrugged. "I promised Father."

Harry shrugged and closed his eyes again. Silence for a few moments. He could feel Harry's heart beating.

"A promise is a promise," Harry whispered, his breath tickling Draco's ear. "So, I promise that, one day, I'll marry you. I'm going to marry you and we'll have a house with a white picket fence and maybe some siblings for this one, and then…" he broke off with a yawn.

"I'll hold you to that," Draco replied, grinning so hard he thought he might tear his cheeks.

"You do that," Harry answered sleepily, pressing his face into Draco's neck.

The beginning of their child was curled peacefully between them as Draco smiled softly and tangled his pale fingers in Harry's hair.

"By the way," Draco muttered into Harry's ear, receiving a soft snort in reply. "We need to buy more mugs."

.-xXXx-.

Extended A/N: Thank you SO much to everyone who's reviewed so far, and everyone who is going to in the future. Thank you to everyone who added me to their Favorites lists, Alert lists, etc. You guys are my heroes.

And, if anyone's wondering (which I'm sure you are, if you really care), the paper that Harry gave to Draco at the end of chapter ten was the prescription form that Draco gave to Harry in chapter three. Yes, he still had it, all that time!

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