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Author's note: Next chapter is up. Sorry it took longer for the update. I rewrote this chapter a dozen times. I couldn't decide where I wanted to go with the plot. Finally started this one and it was like it flowed from my head and onto paper. I hope you like it. Enjoy!

Chapter 14

All You Need Is Love

March-2 days after the fall

Draco slowly opened his eyes. He was sore everywhere. Taking in his surroundings he concluded that he was in the infirmary. The events that landed him here slowly coming back to him. As the reality of what happened hit him, his left hand went straight to his stomach. Was his baby all right? He could feel the panic rising within him and he tried to sit up using right arm, but it would not budge. His eyes turned to see a hand locked with his and a head of black hair on the side of his bed.

"Harry?" He whispered, affection swelling up and making his stomach do a flip-flop. Harry stirred at hearing his name. His green eyes opened and he sleepily looked up ad Draco. Draco watched as his eyes widened at seeing him awake and he sat up right away.

"Draco! How are you feeling?" Draco relished the feel of Harry's hand as it cupped the side of his face. Guilt growing with every sweet gesture Harry did.

"I feel like a heard of hippogriffs ran me over." Draco croaked. Harry let out a small laugh, his eyes tearing up slightly.

"I was so worried Draco. You've been out for two days. Madame Pomfrey told me you had broken ribs and a slight concussion. "

"What?!" Draco gasped. His arm moved towards his stomach again. How could he have been so stupid to edge the Weaslette on? He had more than just him to worry about.

"Did…did she mention anything else?" Harry shook his head. She hadn't mentioned anything about the baby. She hadn't revealed his pregnancy to Harry yet. He'd never forgive himself if something happened to their baby. But how could things be okay after everything he had suffered. He felt tears fall from his eyes as the guilt intensified.

"Draco what's wrong? Are you in pain? Should I get Madame Pomfrey?" Harry said alarmed and panicked.

"No! Not yet. Harry…" Draco trailed off. He didn't know how to tell him. Harry frowned and sat on the bed. He held Draco's right hand in both hands, gently rubbing it.

"It's okay. Talk to me. Did Ginny do anything else? I'm already livid with her, but if she did anything else to you, I swear to Merlin-"

"Harry she didn't do anything. It's what I did." Harry frowned. Draco held back a sob and took a deep breath; his left hand rubbing his stomach. Harry's eyes watched the movement and moved back to look at Draco.

"I planned on telling before everything happened. I wanted it to be special. You would have been so happy…" Draco's voice cracked at the end.

"Draco what are you talking about?" Harry said confused.

"Harry I recently found out that I am pregnant, perhaps was considering the accident…I'm so sorry." Draco turned as best as he could to his side, curling into himself. He risked a look at Harry. His eyes were wide and mouth slightly open. How could Harry ever forgive him? A small sob escaped him and Harry's eyes focused on him.

"You're pregnant? With a baby…my baby?" Draco nodded and shifted his eyesight down to the sheets. Harry's intense gaze was too much for him. He felt Harry get off the bed and he looked up in time to see Harry's back leave the room. Draco felt his heart breaking. He'd probably lost his baby and now he'd lost Harry as well. He couldn't forgive him after losing his child and Draco couldn't blame him. He heard footsteps but didn't put in any hope that it was Harry.

"Mr. Potter I see that you are awake. How are you feeling?" It was Madame Pomfrey. Draco didn't reply to her. It may be the last time he hears her call him that. He was not in the mood and just wanted to be alone to grieve. He heard her saying some spells but he still did nothing but stare at the sheets.

"Well Madame Pomfrey?" Came an inpatient voice. Draco frowned and turned his head at the familiar voice. There stood Harry with his arms crossed across his chest; a fury burning in his emerald eyes. Draco felt a slight fear at seeing that in his eyes.

"Well Mr. Potter, I am glad that your husband was the one to tell you about his pregnancy. Was not my place to break the news. As for the baby's condition…" She waved her wand one more time. Draco held his breath, his eyes still on Harry who was looking straight at the healer. "It seems that the child is fine and healthy. It appears that because of strong of wizards the parents are, the magic from both of you protected the child and that is why your husband was in such bad shape from the fall. Now that I've answered your question Mr. Potter I have other….'patients' to see right now." She left looking very annoyed. Draco said nothing. He was stunned. His baby lived! Movement from the room caught his attention and brought his gaze to refocus on Harry who was walking towards him. He swallowed hard as he saw the fury still in those beautiful green eyes he loved. He dared not say anything. Harry came close to the bed and leant over. Draco tried not to flinch as Harry came close to his face, just a few inches away from him. He felt a few tears roll down his face. What was Harry doing? Then he felt a finger wipe away the tears that had rolled down his cheeks. Draco frowned and then Harry was kissing him. Draco was so confused but some relief ran through him as he returned the kiss. Harry pulled away and placed his forehead against Draco's. Draco could still the fire in his eyes.

"I don't know where to start. But I want to say thank you first."

"Thank you?" Draco asked confused.

"You've given me so much Draco and now a baby? I'm so happy I'm not sure what to do with myself. If anything had happened to out baby, Ginny would not get away unscathed." Harry growled. So he was angry with her?

"But it was my fault for not walking away when I knew I had another life I'm responsible. I didn't think. I just reacted."

"Draco you did what anyone would do in our situation and you only just found out about the baby. You didn't even plan on having a child so soon. How could you have been so mentally prepared? Ginny knew I'd be out of the castle. That's why she confronted you. You are not to blame. Please stop blaming yourself. The baby is fine love." Harry finished with placing his hand Draco's stomach.

Draco had no idea what to say. Harry didn't blame him. He still loved him and they still had their baby. He burst into full on tears at this point. Harry looked at him concerned.

"Draco please don't cry. Was it something I said? I'm sorry."

Draco shook his head and hiccupped once. "Bloody hormones…" Draco grumbled. Harry broke out into laughter and kissed him again.

"I love you Draco and I love our baby too."

…..

Harry closed the door to Draco's room in the infirmary. He had finally fallen back asleep. His eyes searched for the room at the back of the infirmary. He walked over, screaming could be heard the closer he came. He entered the room without knocking. The slight he was greeted was quite the scene. Madame Pomfrey was looking annoyed at the foot of the patient bed as Ginny argued with a ministry official and McGonagall. She was having yet another tantrum, which didn't surprise Harry. She had been having them for the past two days.

"Mr. Potter thank you for joining us. How is your husband doing?" McGonagall asked she noticed his presence. He crossed his arms across his chest glaring over at Ginny.

"He is doing much better, no thanks to someone. Can we get this over with? I'd much rather be with my family."

"But Harry we're family!"

"Shut your trap Genera. You're on thin ice. You're lucky I'm holding back due to your condition." Ginny was finally silent. At least they'd get a few moments of peace. Harry turned to the ministry official.

"Well have you run the tests yet?"

"Yes Mr. Potter. We have confirmed the results from the previous paternal exam we did at St. Mungos with the young body. The child Ms. Weasley was carrying was not yours."

"How can you say that?! The child looks just like Harry! Harry you have to marry me. I'm your family. Not that filthy death eater and his evil spawn." Ginny yelled. All of a sudden she was thrown backwards on the bed, her hands reaching for her throat to stop the invisible force that was forcing the breath from her. The adults turned to Harry who had raised his right hand slightly and the fury Draco had seen earlier was back.

"I told you to keep your mouth shut. How dare you insult my husband and my child right in front of me. They are my family. Now whether you can get it through that demented head of yours that I will NEVER love not be with you is not my problem. You'll be out of my hair soon enough. " Ginny continued gasping for breath her face slowly turning color.

"Mr. Potter…" McGonagall said in an unsure voice. Harry flicked his hand and re-crossed his arms as Ginny coughed trying to catch her breath. He turned to the ministry official.

"Tell the ministry what took place here. I don't want to hear from any of you again regarding my marriage and family. Give her child a proper funeral, not that she cares what happens to it now that it is of no use to her. Don't bother finding the father. No use in punishing some innocent sap caught in her love potion trap that I didn't fall for. I want her banished to the United States. If she ever comes back," Harry turned to Ginny again and took slow steps towards her. Ginny backed up until she hit the headboard in fear. The magic humming around Harry was scary. "Throw her in Azkaban for the rest of her life." Harry made sure Ginny knew this was no empty threat. He turned his head back to the official who look frightened as well.

"Yes sir!" Harry could tell he meant it. Umbridge wouldn't get a say in this. The ministry was too scared to cross him. He did defeat Voldemort after all. He never would have taken advantage and used his influence was but enough was enough.

"Good. Now get her out of my sight before the end of the day." Harry turned around and left the room without another word, slamming the door magically behind him. He returned to Draco's room and found some visitors.

"Well if it isn't the trio that deflected from Zabini." Harry smirked closing the door behind him, making sure it was locked and the room was sound proofed.

"You've been letting loose with your magic recently." Dara commented looking up at him from where she sat.

"This is what happens when they piss of the 'Savior of the Wizarding World' ." Harry said shrugging.

"Indeed, but your fight isn't over. Blaise has been quiet…Too quiet. He'll have come up with something. The Weaslette was kid's play compared to him." Dara pointed out.

"I have more on the line now. He's not getting anything he wants." Harry said walking over and sitting on the bed. Draco had just woken up and was sitting up.

"Where did you go Harry?"

"Took care of Ginerva for good." Draco frowned.

"What happened while I was passed out?" Harry said nothing, not wanting his anger to affect Draco.

"After the Weaslette had a fit with you and blasted you down the stairs, I took you to the infirmary. Shortly after, she was rushed here as well. She didn't take care of herself and left her emotions get the best of her. Her body couldn't take the force of the emotions and she miscarried." Damon offered.

"Stupid bitch." Lucas said rubbing his small but protruding stomach. "I can't imagine doing something like that with my child. Draco's eyes widened, both his arms wrapping around his middle in a protective manner.

"The ministry brought the results from St. Mungos and did another paternity test on the child. I'm assuming both were negative from Potter's current state. How did you decide to punish her Potter? I'm curious." Dara asked.

"She's been exiled to the United States and never to return. She's lucky my child lived or else she'd be in for much worse." Harry said his hands clutching.

"That's why you were angry earlier?" Draco asked softly. Harry turned to Draco and kissed his temple.

"No one hurts my loves, especially not my family." Harry said darkly. Draco felt a shiver run up his spine at his tone. He thought back to the Weaslette not caring about stressing her body to the point where it killed her child. "Lucas how far along are you?"

"Well it happened Halloween night so almost five months now." Lucas said giving Damon a loving look as Damon came up from behind him and wrapped his arms around his middle.

"I don't know how she was able to do it. I'm almost two months along and I can't imagine any harm coming to my child." Lucas shook his head agreeing with Draco.

"I was her prize, she didn't care about anything else." Harry said pulling Draco into his arms.

The Slytherin trio excused themselves shortly after, promising to make sure to warn the couple of any plots Blaise may be concocted.

Draco was allowed to go back to their rooms the next night. Luckily it was a Friday, so Harry could stay with Draco all weekend. He hadn't left Draco's side, sleeping in Draco's room in the infirmary. Draco was overwhelmed by the attention. He'd never thought to have someone love him as much as Harry did. He'd get up whenever Draco had to use the restroom due to his morning sickness, holding his hair back and rubbing soothing circles on his back.

Harry woke up on Sunday morning feeling amazing. He had had the most amazing wet dream about Draco. He could still feel the pleasure. Harry frowned at that. As his eyes adjusted to the early morning light a head of blonde hair caught his attention. When Harry's sleepy eyes focused, he realized his dream was in fact real. Draco was bouncing on top of him with vigor. He felt himself harden more at the sight. Draco opened his eyes at the movement within in and smirked down at Harry, letting out a moan as he came down and he felt Harry brush against his prostate.

"Draco." Harry said breathily. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing Potter?" Draco said, never ceasing his movements.

"But Draco you're still recovering and what about the baby?"

Draco gave a breathy laugh. "I'm fine now and it's your child fault that I was so horny this morning instead of sick. Besides it's safe to have sex right now. Still have a few good months. Besides, its not fair that we only had sex twice before you knocked me up." Draco gave another moan. Harry tried to keep his thoughts straight to give back a smart retort but it was getting harder and harder to deny himself this pleasure. It was the first time Draco had initiated any intimate physical contact and he loved it. He grabbed Draco's hips, as he was bouncing up and slammed into him deep and hard. He kept up the movement and Draco was moaning uncontrollably now.

"Merlin Harry." Harry continued showing Draco how much he loved him until Draco came. The squirming body on top of him was driving him crazy, especially as Draco tightened around him. He thrust faster now and found his own completion inside of Draco. Draco lay on top of him catching his breath. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and kissed his temple.

"That has got to be the best way to wake up." Harry whispered. He could feel Draco laughing in his arms. Harry reached down and pulled himself out with a soft plop. He waved his hand and their mess was gone. He waved his hand again and the covers were pulled over them. Harry was almost asleep when he heard Draco whisper.

"I love you Harry." Harry smiled and moved them so they lay on their sides, facing each other. He reached his hand up to Draco's face and rubbed his thumb against his cheek.

"What gender do you hope our baby is Draco?" Draco looked pensive for a bit.

" I hope it's a boy."

"Do you have any names in mind?" Draco's face turned a slight shade of pink.

"Well…"

"What is it Draco?"

"Don't laugh at me." Harry gave him a pointed look.

"I wanted to pick another name after a constellation, like mine…"

"Like?"

"…Scorpius." Harry thought about it.

"I like it." Draco's face showed relief.

"Harry what about you?"

"I'd be fine with either."

"I see. If we have a girl, I'd like to call her Lily." Harry looked at Draco surprised.

"Do you not like the idea? I'm sorry."

"No Draco. That's not it. I just didn't expect that from you."

"I' think it'd be wonderful to name a daughter after your mother. Had the thought not crossed your mind?"

"It had but to be honest, I hadn't really thought too much about names. While I love the idea of a family, I just never thought I'd actually get one." Harry watched as Draco sighed.

"Well you better start thinking about it Potter. You're stuck with me and I plan to have you knock me up more than just this once." Harry was stunned.

"Lily sounds beautiful Draco. Just how many do you planning on having?" Harry laughed.

"More than one for sure. I wanted siblings and the thought of the children having someone to count on when we're not around makes me feel happy. But we are not becoming the next Weasley family!"

"Alright Draco, I promise, but you seem to be very fertile…" Harry winked at Draco. Draco's face flushed a deep crimson.

…..

Weasley and Hermione called on them later that evening.

"How are you doing Draco?" Hermione asked.

"I'm good as new for the most part. Harry has some news for you though."

They both looked at Harry expectantly.

"Ron, Hermione…I just wanted to let you know that you're both going to be an aunt and uncle."

Ron looked a little sick but Hermione burst up and squealed. She went and hugged Draco. He wasn't sure how to react to the unwanted affection. He awkwardly hugged her back.

"Oh Harry I'm so happy for you! When is the baby due?" Harry turned to look at Draco.

" Late September." Draco supplied. Draco tuned out after she started talking about preparing for the future after they graduated and left Hogwarts. He hadn't thought about what he would do. He had planed to get settled with a career before he had any children. He be two-thirds through his pregnancy when they graduated leaving no room for job-hunting until after the child was born. Would he be able to leave their baby alone when he was so young though? His maternal instincts were telling him no. He shook his head. They'd cross that bridge when they came to it.

A/N: Hope you all liked it. Story will be ending soon.