Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure (BP6)
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Adult ++
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43
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24,562
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198
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Preparing for Spring
Chapter Number/Total: 41/43
Chapter Title: Preparing for Spring
Words: 3170 Words
Days passed, and they turned into weeks and those turned into months and took with them the morning sickness, but brought the crankiness and the strangest cravings for bread with ketchup on it. And that was it. Sometimes with a pickle on the side. Or sometimes Harry wanted Muggle food, which Hermione would wonderfully fetch from her mother through Floo. Harry was also getting larger, and by March, he was sure that he had not been so big with Valen at this stage.
He'd been out shopping with Draco since he had got pregnant, but had not gone in quite a while, and now, no one could question the fact that they were going to have another child. They were shopping for Valen's birthday present with the baby, because, really, there could be no surprises for a one-year-old, as he wouldn't really understand. They were simply looking around Diagon Alley as well, for things to get the new baby.
"So what do we get The Terror of All Cats," Draco teased, one arm around his husband and the other holding their son as they strolled and looked in windows. He had hated the attention they got when people thought they were breaking up, but now basked in the smiles and stares at their little family.
Harry snorted. "Perhaps we should let him pick it out?" he suggested. "We could just go inside a shop and get him whatever he plays with best."
"Now that does sound dangerous," Draco said, raising both eyebrows.
Harry snorted again and smiled at the little boy in his husband's arms. "Eh, not really," he said amusedly.
"Lead on," Draco said, the words "my lion" implied even when not said.
Harry smiled again and led them along the cobbled street, looking through windows and mostly able to ignore the staring, though he had to admit it was a much more pleasant type of staring than it had been before. He stopped in front of a building with a large sign hanging from it reading: Tooker's Toys. "Let's go in here," he said, stepping up to the place.
Just as they were about to go into the store, they heard someone call their names and Draco looked up to see Robert Dwyer approaching and waving. "Wow, look at the two of you, or should that be the three of you," he said, smiling.
Harry smiled when he caught sight of Robert. Since Draco had bought the Prophet, he had found he rather liked the man and he was a good hard worker who did the job right. "Four," he said, patting his stomach.
Robert's smile grew. "I had wondered," he said. "Nothing in the news yet about that. Did you hear I'm the Editor at the Prophet now?"
"Really?" Harry feigned surprise. "Well, congratulations," he said, holding out his hand.
"Yeah, I had been about to get sacked, too," he said. "Apparently, I wasn't nasty enough to keep up with the Prophet's way of doing things. Then suddenly my boss is sacked and I was promoted." He smirked and looked at Draco. "Came right after Christmas," he added.
"Well, if anyone deserves the job it's you," said Harry. "It was just about to the point where I'd only read your stuff anyway. The rest? A load of rubbish, the lot of it."
"Nice to hear," Robert said. "Don't suppose you would give me an exclusive on your newest ... accomplishments?" His eyes flickered to Harry's belly as he said it.
Harry raised an eyebrow, smiling. "What do you say?" he asked his husband.
"No one better for the job," Draco agreed, nodding. "Want to take pictures of us shopping for Valen?"
Harry snorted yet again. No matter how long he was famous for, he was sure he would never really get used to it.
Draco smiled and they went into the shop, with Robert pulling out his camera.
The air in the small space was full of whirring and whizzes and the colours were bright and vibrant. There were toys all over the place. There were buckets filled with winking teddy bears, shelves of dolls that could do anything imaginable, wizard chess sets, little battling action figures, and Harry had no idea where to start, or what on earth Valen would choose.
Valen squealed and began babbling. He pulled at Draco's shirt and bounced, eyes wide with excitement. Draco laughed, grateful once again for the silver hand's strength that kept hold of the wriggling boy.
"How do we let him pick?" Harry asked, not so sure about putting the baby on the floor of the place. Plus, there were other children around and Valen might get stepped on.
Valen's eyes seemed to focus across the room and he reached with both hands, yelling, "Vroom!" Draco tried to look where his son was reaching and walked forward to try to figure it out. "Vroom, vroom!" Valen shouted.
"Vroom?" Harry repeated, thinking of a car. But that didn't fit at all.
Draco laughed when he saw what his child was reaching for. "Natural born Seeker," he said with pride, nodding his head toward the tiny broom floating in the window.
"Broom," Harry said in understanding, absolutely delighted with what Valen was reaching for. "Bring him over here, yeah?" he said to Draco, walking over to the tiny little broom himself.
"Oh, that's the newest model," the shopkeeper said, smiling but also blushing as she looked at Harry's belly. "It's got all the newest safety features."
Harry smiled at that, reading the list of said safety features that was posted next to the little broom. "Can we take this one down to have a look?" he asked the woman.
"Um, sure," she said and looked at little Valen who was still chanting "vroom." "But there isn't a lot of room in the shop for it," she cautioned.
"Oh, well, just to see it," Harry said, taking the broom from the window and examining it. It did look quite good, and was very sturdy. He could feel the invisible seat on it. "I think this would be brilliant," he said to Draco, beaming.
Robert snapped a picture of Harry holding the broom up and the infant reaching for it. Draco laughed and nodded. "Perfect," he said.
Harry beamed some more. "We'll take one of these then," he said to the woman.
She also managed to talk them into a couple other things, including a toy Snitch to go with the broom. Draco merely nodded to anything Harry wanted to buy, grinning.
Harry hadn't needed too much talking into. Mostly, the witch suggested things and Harry took them. When they were getting ready to leave the shop, it was with quite a few items more than what Harry had intended to get, and it had only been the thought of Dudley with all of his birthday presents that had stopped him from buying it all. He still left with more than he had thought he would buy, but it was much more reasonable. He could hardly wait to get Valen home to try the broom out, but then he spotted the window of a children's clothing store that he hadn't been in since the last time he'd been to Diagon Alley, which had been months ago.
There was a tiny little dress on display and it was adorable, and Harry could swear he was turning into a woman. He scowled at the thought, but the dress was very pretty. And he wanted it.
"Yes," Draco said, before his husband could even ask. "She needs lots of pretty things to wear."
Robert laughed. "She?" he asked.
Harry flushed slightly at the fact that Draco had known he wanted the dress, but he smiled at Robert. "Yes, she," he said. "We're just about one hundred percent positive."
Draco snorted at the "just about" comment but nodded, opening the door to the shop and waiting for his husband to go through.
Robert followed, grinning. "How can you tell?" he asked.
"Well," said Harry once inside, "I think I made her a girl. It's what Draco and I wanted since we've already got a son."
"You can choose that?" Robert asked, sounding shocked.
"I don't know about other people," Harry answered, "but I think I did, yeah. With Valen, we both wanted a son, and this time, I actually tried to get the magic to make a girl."
"So, not an accident this time," Robert confirmed. "That's amazing."
Harry smiled. "Yeah, it is, isn't it?" he said, making for the dress in the window. It was a very light pink with bows, and silken ruffles, and lace, and he reached out a hand to touch it, expecting to feel uncomfortable material, but it was as soft as anything could be – everything about it. Even the lace.
"Fit for a little Slytherin Princess," Draco teased.
Harry rolled his eyes, but smiled as well. "Fit for a princess anyway," he said.
The shopkeeper was, of course, delighted with her eager customers. By the time they left the shop, they had bought enough lace to make Madame Pudifoot's look drab.
"Do you think we're going to have the most spoilt children in all of Britain?" Harry asked in an undertone, frowning at how much they'd bought again. "Is it too much?"
"Probably," Draco answered, but smiled. "I don't think the clothes will much matter yet."
Harry sighed. "I've got to learn self-control," he said. "It's like I've gone mad! I never used to care about any of this."
Draco chuckled. "I think it makes sense for you to want to give your children the things you never had," he soothed.
"I know you probably want to get home," Robert said. "But I did have a couple of questions before you go. Do you want to get something cool to drink and sit down?"
"Sure," Harry answered. "Why not?" He supposed the broom could wait an hour or so.
"Why not some ice cream?" Draco suggested. "It's warm out for March."
"That actually sounds really good," Harry said, imagining a sundae with everything on it.
Draco laughed and rolled his eyes. "This little girl will surely be sweet if the way he eats ice cream is any indication," he said, smiling and patting Harry's belly.
Robert laughed and walked with them to Florean's rebuilt ice cream parlour.
Once there, Harry, indeed, got himself a sundae with everything on it. Well, mostly everything. He didn't want any of the blood-flavoured syrup, and couldn't believe anyone would order a Bertie Bott's Bogie Bean Surprise. He felt like vomiting just thinking about it.
They set Valen into a high chair and watched while he cheerily splattered chocolate ice cream over himself and everything around him. Draco was once again grateful for his skill at Cleaning Charms. "Definitely your son," he drawled.
"Hmm?" Harry said, distracted with the drip of ice cream he'd just spilled down his front.
Robert laughed along with Draco and shook his head. "So you had questions?" Draco prompted, taking a neat lick around the edge of his ice cream come.
"The most obvious question," Robert began, "is when is she due and does she have a name yet?"
"We think she'll be born in April," Harry answered, "going by how long I carried Valen. But we don't have a name for her yet."
"So will she and Valen have other siblings?" Robert asked, clearly delighted with the situation.
Draco smirked, eyes on his lover and licking his ice cream cone suggestively when he caught Harry's eye.
Harry swallowed, his spoon halfway to his mouth. He cleared his throat. "Sorry?" he said, turning eyes from Draco and his ice cream back to Robert.
Draco chuckled and Robert looked confused, not having caught what the blond had done. "Do you plan more children as well?" he clarified.
"Oh," Harry said. "Um, well, we have talked about more already. I suppose we'll have to see what happens with this one to be completely sure."
Draco smirked and laughed as his son dumped the now mostly empty bowl of ice cream on top of his own head and then cried because it was cold. "Well, you should have thought of that first," he told the child, removing the bowl and shaking his head at the ice cream covered blond hair.
Robert took a picture. "You seem so happy," he said.
Harry had been chuckling at the scene. He was very glad they weren't Muggles, or they would have a very large mess. He sighed at Robert's question. "I'm not sure if I've ever been happier in my life," he said.
"I'm glad to hear that," Robert said. "Is there anything you want to clear up about what happened last fall?" he asked carefully.
"Yes, actually," Harry answered. "All of it was false and stretched far beyond what it really was. Draco and I have never once considered leaving each other. Never once since we got together have we stopped loving each other." He took a sort of large breath then. "And where it all started from is a, well, a long story. And I know that sounds stupid, but it really is. The details are personal, though I will say that Draco did not have an affair and all of it has nothing to do with the two of us divorcing. We never wanted that, nor will we ever. I love my husband."
Draco nodded. "I have been in love with Harry since I was eleven. Nothing could change that," he added.
Robert smiled, writing it all down carefully. He had an Everfill quill like the one they had given Hermione.
Harry smiled as well, feeling as though a weight was lifted, even if some people wouldn't believe it. It was out there at least.
"Well, my son," Draco drawled, "I think you have made enough of a mess for now." He cast a couple of Cleaning Spells, getting most of the ice cream off the child, though the elves would probably still have trouble with the stains in the child's clothes.
Robert was smiling again. "I know I am a sap for saying this," he said, "but your story still amazes and delights me. If you ever decide you want an authorized biography done, please don't hesitate to contact me."
Harry smiled. "You'll be the first to know," he said, sticking out his hand.
Robert shook their hands again and said goodbye. Draco picked up their child and then smiled down at his husband. "Home now?"
Harry pushed himself up from his chair with slight effort, picking bags up in his hands. He smiled at Draco. "Yeah, let's go," he said.
***
Robert's article, complete with the photograph of ice cream covered Valen, was the best article ever written about them. Maybe the best thing the Daily Prophet ever published. They were so pleased and they couldn't wait to put a copy in their family album.
Valen loved his broomstick. He flew all over the place with it, when Harry and Draco let him, and Harry was amazed at how he seemed to know so well what he was doing. He was just a baby! His and Draco's amazing baby. Valen's very first birthday came in the next couple weeks and Harry could hardly believe they'd had him for a year. And now he knew what Mr and Mrs Weasley meant when they said things like, "It seems like just yesterday Ron was losing his first tooth," or "I swear it feels like just the other day I had two armfuls of Fred and George," because Harry felt like Valen had grown so very fast.
They threw a little party for him with their close friends and family and watched him get his cake everywhere, including some splattered on the wall. But it had been fun, and everyone sat and wondered for nearly the entire time if Harry was going to start contractions or something, but nothing of the sort happened. He only grew bigger, until he felt like he couldn't move without feeling like his back was going to snap, so, like he'd done with Valen, he'd gone to either sitting all of the time, or just staying in bed a lot.
That particular morning he was staying in bed. Draco and Valen were with him, like they often were and Harry's shirt was pulled up to show the huge mound of his belly. The baby was kicking and they were happily watching and feeling.
Valen was petting Harry's belly like his Daddy Draco did now. "Baba," he said happily, pressing his face against the swell.
"Yes," Draco laughed and smiled up at Harry from beside their son. "She is your sister. That's what you feel," he told the boy.
Harry grinned widely. He thought it was the cutest thing in the world that they had taught Valen what was inside Harry's belly. And he wanted to touch it nearly as much as Draco did now.
"So have you thought of names yet?" Draco asked in a casual tone. He kissed Harry's belly again and then slid down the bed to rub his feet.
Harry sighed. "Well, I would've told you if I'd thought of one, wouldn't I have?" he teased. He really couldn't think of a decent name. Every time he tried to think of one, he could only think of the names of people he already knew, and that wasn't what the goal was supposed to be. "We could do what we did with Valen and get that book out again," he suggested.
"Well, if she arrives when I think she will, we could call her April," Draco said. "Springtime."
"Hmm," Harry hummed. "April," he repeated. "April Malfoy. It has a certain ring." He smiled. "Can you say April, Valen?"
"Apil," Valen said, sounding more like apple than April.
Draco nodded, working his thumbs into the arch of Harry's right foot. "And her middle name?" he asked.
"You do like April then?" Harry asked, still smiling at the way Valen had said it. "I like it. And I have no idea for a middle name, just as I didn't for the first."
Draco looked down, wondering if his idea would be okay with his husband. He frowned, focusing on the foot massage while trying to think of a way to bring it up.
Harry was still staring at Valen, but then looked at Draco and raised his eyebrows at his frown. "What's up?" he asked.
Draco release Harry's foot. "Narcissa," he said quietly.
Harry stared at Draco for a moment and smiled at him again. "April Narcissa Malfoy," he said. "I think we've found her name."
Draco smiled up at his husband. "You let me get away with too much," he said softly.
Harry chuckled. "I think it's a very pretty name," he said. "And it has nothing to do with letting you get away with anything. You let me get away with just as much. Probably more. And I like the name anyway."
"Baba Apil," Valen said firmly and patted his father's belly again.
Harry laughed. "Oh, kid, you amaze me," he said, ruffling Valen's hair.
Chapter Title: Preparing for Spring
Words: 3170 Words
Days passed, and they turned into weeks and those turned into months and took with them the morning sickness, but brought the crankiness and the strangest cravings for bread with ketchup on it. And that was it. Sometimes with a pickle on the side. Or sometimes Harry wanted Muggle food, which Hermione would wonderfully fetch from her mother through Floo. Harry was also getting larger, and by March, he was sure that he had not been so big with Valen at this stage.
He'd been out shopping with Draco since he had got pregnant, but had not gone in quite a while, and now, no one could question the fact that they were going to have another child. They were shopping for Valen's birthday present with the baby, because, really, there could be no surprises for a one-year-old, as he wouldn't really understand. They were simply looking around Diagon Alley as well, for things to get the new baby.
"So what do we get The Terror of All Cats," Draco teased, one arm around his husband and the other holding their son as they strolled and looked in windows. He had hated the attention they got when people thought they were breaking up, but now basked in the smiles and stares at their little family.
Harry snorted. "Perhaps we should let him pick it out?" he suggested. "We could just go inside a shop and get him whatever he plays with best."
"Now that does sound dangerous," Draco said, raising both eyebrows.
Harry snorted again and smiled at the little boy in his husband's arms. "Eh, not really," he said amusedly.
"Lead on," Draco said, the words "my lion" implied even when not said.
Harry smiled again and led them along the cobbled street, looking through windows and mostly able to ignore the staring, though he had to admit it was a much more pleasant type of staring than it had been before. He stopped in front of a building with a large sign hanging from it reading: Tooker's Toys. "Let's go in here," he said, stepping up to the place.
Just as they were about to go into the store, they heard someone call their names and Draco looked up to see Robert Dwyer approaching and waving. "Wow, look at the two of you, or should that be the three of you," he said, smiling.
Harry smiled when he caught sight of Robert. Since Draco had bought the Prophet, he had found he rather liked the man and he was a good hard worker who did the job right. "Four," he said, patting his stomach.
Robert's smile grew. "I had wondered," he said. "Nothing in the news yet about that. Did you hear I'm the Editor at the Prophet now?"
"Really?" Harry feigned surprise. "Well, congratulations," he said, holding out his hand.
"Yeah, I had been about to get sacked, too," he said. "Apparently, I wasn't nasty enough to keep up with the Prophet's way of doing things. Then suddenly my boss is sacked and I was promoted." He smirked and looked at Draco. "Came right after Christmas," he added.
"Well, if anyone deserves the job it's you," said Harry. "It was just about to the point where I'd only read your stuff anyway. The rest? A load of rubbish, the lot of it."
"Nice to hear," Robert said. "Don't suppose you would give me an exclusive on your newest ... accomplishments?" His eyes flickered to Harry's belly as he said it.
Harry raised an eyebrow, smiling. "What do you say?" he asked his husband.
"No one better for the job," Draco agreed, nodding. "Want to take pictures of us shopping for Valen?"
Harry snorted yet again. No matter how long he was famous for, he was sure he would never really get used to it.
Draco smiled and they went into the shop, with Robert pulling out his camera.
The air in the small space was full of whirring and whizzes and the colours were bright and vibrant. There were toys all over the place. There were buckets filled with winking teddy bears, shelves of dolls that could do anything imaginable, wizard chess sets, little battling action figures, and Harry had no idea where to start, or what on earth Valen would choose.
Valen squealed and began babbling. He pulled at Draco's shirt and bounced, eyes wide with excitement. Draco laughed, grateful once again for the silver hand's strength that kept hold of the wriggling boy.
"How do we let him pick?" Harry asked, not so sure about putting the baby on the floor of the place. Plus, there were other children around and Valen might get stepped on.
Valen's eyes seemed to focus across the room and he reached with both hands, yelling, "Vroom!" Draco tried to look where his son was reaching and walked forward to try to figure it out. "Vroom, vroom!" Valen shouted.
"Vroom?" Harry repeated, thinking of a car. But that didn't fit at all.
Draco laughed when he saw what his child was reaching for. "Natural born Seeker," he said with pride, nodding his head toward the tiny broom floating in the window.
"Broom," Harry said in understanding, absolutely delighted with what Valen was reaching for. "Bring him over here, yeah?" he said to Draco, walking over to the tiny little broom himself.
"Oh, that's the newest model," the shopkeeper said, smiling but also blushing as she looked at Harry's belly. "It's got all the newest safety features."
Harry smiled at that, reading the list of said safety features that was posted next to the little broom. "Can we take this one down to have a look?" he asked the woman.
"Um, sure," she said and looked at little Valen who was still chanting "vroom." "But there isn't a lot of room in the shop for it," she cautioned.
"Oh, well, just to see it," Harry said, taking the broom from the window and examining it. It did look quite good, and was very sturdy. He could feel the invisible seat on it. "I think this would be brilliant," he said to Draco, beaming.
Robert snapped a picture of Harry holding the broom up and the infant reaching for it. Draco laughed and nodded. "Perfect," he said.
Harry beamed some more. "We'll take one of these then," he said to the woman.
She also managed to talk them into a couple other things, including a toy Snitch to go with the broom. Draco merely nodded to anything Harry wanted to buy, grinning.
Harry hadn't needed too much talking into. Mostly, the witch suggested things and Harry took them. When they were getting ready to leave the shop, it was with quite a few items more than what Harry had intended to get, and it had only been the thought of Dudley with all of his birthday presents that had stopped him from buying it all. He still left with more than he had thought he would buy, but it was much more reasonable. He could hardly wait to get Valen home to try the broom out, but then he spotted the window of a children's clothing store that he hadn't been in since the last time he'd been to Diagon Alley, which had been months ago.
There was a tiny little dress on display and it was adorable, and Harry could swear he was turning into a woman. He scowled at the thought, but the dress was very pretty. And he wanted it.
"Yes," Draco said, before his husband could even ask. "She needs lots of pretty things to wear."
Robert laughed. "She?" he asked.
Harry flushed slightly at the fact that Draco had known he wanted the dress, but he smiled at Robert. "Yes, she," he said. "We're just about one hundred percent positive."
Draco snorted at the "just about" comment but nodded, opening the door to the shop and waiting for his husband to go through.
Robert followed, grinning. "How can you tell?" he asked.
"Well," said Harry once inside, "I think I made her a girl. It's what Draco and I wanted since we've already got a son."
"You can choose that?" Robert asked, sounding shocked.
"I don't know about other people," Harry answered, "but I think I did, yeah. With Valen, we both wanted a son, and this time, I actually tried to get the magic to make a girl."
"So, not an accident this time," Robert confirmed. "That's amazing."
Harry smiled. "Yeah, it is, isn't it?" he said, making for the dress in the window. It was a very light pink with bows, and silken ruffles, and lace, and he reached out a hand to touch it, expecting to feel uncomfortable material, but it was as soft as anything could be – everything about it. Even the lace.
"Fit for a little Slytherin Princess," Draco teased.
Harry rolled his eyes, but smiled as well. "Fit for a princess anyway," he said.
The shopkeeper was, of course, delighted with her eager customers. By the time they left the shop, they had bought enough lace to make Madame Pudifoot's look drab.
"Do you think we're going to have the most spoilt children in all of Britain?" Harry asked in an undertone, frowning at how much they'd bought again. "Is it too much?"
"Probably," Draco answered, but smiled. "I don't think the clothes will much matter yet."
Harry sighed. "I've got to learn self-control," he said. "It's like I've gone mad! I never used to care about any of this."
Draco chuckled. "I think it makes sense for you to want to give your children the things you never had," he soothed.
"I know you probably want to get home," Robert said. "But I did have a couple of questions before you go. Do you want to get something cool to drink and sit down?"
"Sure," Harry answered. "Why not?" He supposed the broom could wait an hour or so.
"Why not some ice cream?" Draco suggested. "It's warm out for March."
"That actually sounds really good," Harry said, imagining a sundae with everything on it.
Draco laughed and rolled his eyes. "This little girl will surely be sweet if the way he eats ice cream is any indication," he said, smiling and patting Harry's belly.
Robert laughed and walked with them to Florean's rebuilt ice cream parlour.
Once there, Harry, indeed, got himself a sundae with everything on it. Well, mostly everything. He didn't want any of the blood-flavoured syrup, and couldn't believe anyone would order a Bertie Bott's Bogie Bean Surprise. He felt like vomiting just thinking about it.
They set Valen into a high chair and watched while he cheerily splattered chocolate ice cream over himself and everything around him. Draco was once again grateful for his skill at Cleaning Charms. "Definitely your son," he drawled.
"Hmm?" Harry said, distracted with the drip of ice cream he'd just spilled down his front.
Robert laughed along with Draco and shook his head. "So you had questions?" Draco prompted, taking a neat lick around the edge of his ice cream come.
"The most obvious question," Robert began, "is when is she due and does she have a name yet?"
"We think she'll be born in April," Harry answered, "going by how long I carried Valen. But we don't have a name for her yet."
"So will she and Valen have other siblings?" Robert asked, clearly delighted with the situation.
Draco smirked, eyes on his lover and licking his ice cream cone suggestively when he caught Harry's eye.
Harry swallowed, his spoon halfway to his mouth. He cleared his throat. "Sorry?" he said, turning eyes from Draco and his ice cream back to Robert.
Draco chuckled and Robert looked confused, not having caught what the blond had done. "Do you plan more children as well?" he clarified.
"Oh," Harry said. "Um, well, we have talked about more already. I suppose we'll have to see what happens with this one to be completely sure."
Draco smirked and laughed as his son dumped the now mostly empty bowl of ice cream on top of his own head and then cried because it was cold. "Well, you should have thought of that first," he told the child, removing the bowl and shaking his head at the ice cream covered blond hair.
Robert took a picture. "You seem so happy," he said.
Harry had been chuckling at the scene. He was very glad they weren't Muggles, or they would have a very large mess. He sighed at Robert's question. "I'm not sure if I've ever been happier in my life," he said.
"I'm glad to hear that," Robert said. "Is there anything you want to clear up about what happened last fall?" he asked carefully.
"Yes, actually," Harry answered. "All of it was false and stretched far beyond what it really was. Draco and I have never once considered leaving each other. Never once since we got together have we stopped loving each other." He took a sort of large breath then. "And where it all started from is a, well, a long story. And I know that sounds stupid, but it really is. The details are personal, though I will say that Draco did not have an affair and all of it has nothing to do with the two of us divorcing. We never wanted that, nor will we ever. I love my husband."
Draco nodded. "I have been in love with Harry since I was eleven. Nothing could change that," he added.
Robert smiled, writing it all down carefully. He had an Everfill quill like the one they had given Hermione.
Harry smiled as well, feeling as though a weight was lifted, even if some people wouldn't believe it. It was out there at least.
"Well, my son," Draco drawled, "I think you have made enough of a mess for now." He cast a couple of Cleaning Spells, getting most of the ice cream off the child, though the elves would probably still have trouble with the stains in the child's clothes.
Robert was smiling again. "I know I am a sap for saying this," he said, "but your story still amazes and delights me. If you ever decide you want an authorized biography done, please don't hesitate to contact me."
Harry smiled. "You'll be the first to know," he said, sticking out his hand.
Robert shook their hands again and said goodbye. Draco picked up their child and then smiled down at his husband. "Home now?"
Harry pushed himself up from his chair with slight effort, picking bags up in his hands. He smiled at Draco. "Yeah, let's go," he said.
***
Robert's article, complete with the photograph of ice cream covered Valen, was the best article ever written about them. Maybe the best thing the Daily Prophet ever published. They were so pleased and they couldn't wait to put a copy in their family album.
Valen loved his broomstick. He flew all over the place with it, when Harry and Draco let him, and Harry was amazed at how he seemed to know so well what he was doing. He was just a baby! His and Draco's amazing baby. Valen's very first birthday came in the next couple weeks and Harry could hardly believe they'd had him for a year. And now he knew what Mr and Mrs Weasley meant when they said things like, "It seems like just yesterday Ron was losing his first tooth," or "I swear it feels like just the other day I had two armfuls of Fred and George," because Harry felt like Valen had grown so very fast.
They threw a little party for him with their close friends and family and watched him get his cake everywhere, including some splattered on the wall. But it had been fun, and everyone sat and wondered for nearly the entire time if Harry was going to start contractions or something, but nothing of the sort happened. He only grew bigger, until he felt like he couldn't move without feeling like his back was going to snap, so, like he'd done with Valen, he'd gone to either sitting all of the time, or just staying in bed a lot.
That particular morning he was staying in bed. Draco and Valen were with him, like they often were and Harry's shirt was pulled up to show the huge mound of his belly. The baby was kicking and they were happily watching and feeling.
Valen was petting Harry's belly like his Daddy Draco did now. "Baba," he said happily, pressing his face against the swell.
"Yes," Draco laughed and smiled up at Harry from beside their son. "She is your sister. That's what you feel," he told the boy.
Harry grinned widely. He thought it was the cutest thing in the world that they had taught Valen what was inside Harry's belly. And he wanted to touch it nearly as much as Draco did now.
"So have you thought of names yet?" Draco asked in a casual tone. He kissed Harry's belly again and then slid down the bed to rub his feet.
Harry sighed. "Well, I would've told you if I'd thought of one, wouldn't I have?" he teased. He really couldn't think of a decent name. Every time he tried to think of one, he could only think of the names of people he already knew, and that wasn't what the goal was supposed to be. "We could do what we did with Valen and get that book out again," he suggested.
"Well, if she arrives when I think she will, we could call her April," Draco said. "Springtime."
"Hmm," Harry hummed. "April," he repeated. "April Malfoy. It has a certain ring." He smiled. "Can you say April, Valen?"
"Apil," Valen said, sounding more like apple than April.
Draco nodded, working his thumbs into the arch of Harry's right foot. "And her middle name?" he asked.
"You do like April then?" Harry asked, still smiling at the way Valen had said it. "I like it. And I have no idea for a middle name, just as I didn't for the first."
Draco looked down, wondering if his idea would be okay with his husband. He frowned, focusing on the foot massage while trying to think of a way to bring it up.
Harry was still staring at Valen, but then looked at Draco and raised his eyebrows at his frown. "What's up?" he asked.
Draco release Harry's foot. "Narcissa," he said quietly.
Harry stared at Draco for a moment and smiled at him again. "April Narcissa Malfoy," he said. "I think we've found her name."
Draco smiled up at his husband. "You let me get away with too much," he said softly.
Harry chuckled. "I think it's a very pretty name," he said. "And it has nothing to do with letting you get away with anything. You let me get away with just as much. Probably more. And I like the name anyway."
"Baba Apil," Valen said firmly and patted his father's belly again.
Harry laughed. "Oh, kid, you amaze me," he said, ruffling Valen's hair.