The Whole Nine Yards

Chapter Nineteen - Maybe Baby

~ Godric's Hollow ~

The morning after their victory over the Weasley family team and the raucous party that followed, Harry and Draco were languishing in bed.

Draco was curled up around his pillow dozing lightly while Harry lay beside him and watched him sleep. A soft smile played on Harry's lips as his eyes drank in the sight of his husband. Harry reached over and his fingers lightly caressed Draco's cheek. The blonde's eyelids fluttered slightly but he didn't open them.

"Draco," Harry called softly, his hand wandering down Draco's neck to his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around Draco and snuggled closer to his husband.

Draco stirred, his eyes opening sleepily as he glanced questioningly over at Harry.

"What were you talking to Hermione about last night?" Harry asked quietly.

Draco hesitated but eventually replied, "We were talking about parenthood. She and Ron are trying for a baby and we talked about that......and about you and me having a child."

"Ron and Hermione are trying for a baby?" Harry asked incredulously. He grinned as he imagined a little red-headed baby.

"Yeah, they're pretty excited about it but they don't want anyone else to know until they actually conceive," Draco explained. "The only reason she told me was because I brought up the subject with regard to us."

Harry looked thoughtful as he remembered the apparent intensity of the conversation he had watched but not heard between Draco and Hermione.

"I think we should do it," Draco announced suddenly.

Harry looked startled. "Are you sure? Because you know it's okay if you're still not ready."

"No, I'm ready," Draco said firmly, reaching out to pull Harry closer. "I'm actually getting quite excited about it. I want to have a family with you."

Harry grinned at him. "I adore you Mr Potter."

"I love you too," Draco replied, grinning back at him.

A few days later, Harry and Draco arrived home brimming with enthusiasm. They had been to the clinic that specialised in the procedure outlined in Witch Weekly.

A woman would be impregnated with their combined sperm the following day and nine months later, they would be taking home their son or daughter. Of course they may need to repeat the procedure if the woman didn't fall pregnant the first time around but Harry and Draco refused to think any negative thoughts.

As soon as they entered the house, Harry headed for Hedwig while Draco headed for the kitchen. While Harry owled their friends, Draco started preparing food for an impromptu get together.

Ron and Hermione arrived in record time.

Hermione threw her arms around Draco while Ron shook Harry's hand and clapped him on the shoulder.

"I'm so happy for you," Hermione cried. "I've got my fingers crossed that it works. I can't wait to see a little Harry/Draco running around."

The four of them grinned at each other excitedly before moving into the kitchen. They were the only ones to know about the baby plans of the two couples.

"Did you decide on the sex of the baby?" Hermione was asking as they sat down at the table with a bottle of wine and some nibbles.

"No, we decided we wanted a surprise. We'll find out when they do the scan of course, but we didn't want to dictate what it would be," Harry said as he poured them all a glass of wine. Hermione politely refused the wine.

"Something you want to tell us, Mione?" Draco asked with shameless curiosity.

"Not yet, but I don't want to take any chances," she explained with a sheepish smile.

"Wouldn't it be amazing if one of us had a girl and the other had a boy and they eventually got married," Ron said animatedly.

"What if we had two girls or two boys and they got together?" Draco asked with a sly grin.

"Well, that would be good too," Ron agreed with a smile.

The afternoon passed in a haze of good-natured teasing and humorous anecdotes of past times.

Later that night as Harry and Draco were preparing for bed, the enormity of what they had done sank in for Harry.

He had been the one who had been calm and in favour of going ahead with the procedure all along but now, suddenly he was filled with doubts.

He was in the middle of undressing when it hit him. He stood by their bed, clad only in his boxers and his unbuttoned shirt, and panicked.

"Oh god, what have we done?" he moaned. Harry started pacing back and forth on his side of the room.

Draco (who had already taken off his shirt) glanced up from unbuttoning his jeans, surprised. "What?"

"What are we doing? Bringing another life into this world? How on earth are we going to handle this? You've just gotten your dream job, teaching Potions and I love my job teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts. How on earth are we going to fit a child into our lives?" Harry asked, in a rush.

Draco's expression softened as he realised that Harry was only now starting to realise the magnitude of what they were doing. He buttoned his jeans back up and walked over to pull his husband into his arms.

"I know it's scary and it will be difficult at first to juggle everything, but we can do it. We'll have support at school. It will be fine," Draco said softly in Harry's ear. He pressed light kisses all over Harry's face, causing Harry to smile lovingly at him.

"Have I told you how sexy you look tonight?" Draco murmured against Harry's lips before kissing him.

Harry pulled Draco tighter against him, revelling in the feel of his bare chest rubbing against Draco's.

"We'd better make the most of these nine months," Harry said quietly as Draco's mouth moved down his jaw to his neck. "Once the baby comes, we won't have as much time or energy."

"Mmm,' Draco agreed as he sucked Harry's neck into a satisfying love bite. He pushed Harry's shirt down over his shoulders onto the floor. He ran his hands lightly over Harry's arms and chest.

Harry captured Draco's lips with his own again, as his fingers slipped between the waistband of Draco's jeans. He ran his fingers around the blonde's waist, pushing his hands further down to cup Draco's arse in his hands.

They rubbed up against each other, but fell onto the bed in their enthusiasm. Draco stripped Harry of his boxer shorts but Harry found that his hands were trapped inside Draco's tight jeans that clung to every delectable curve.

"I'm stuck," Harry said plaintively, reviving his patented Sad Puppy Look.

Draco let out a long-suffering sigh and dealt with his own jeans. He kicked them off, along with his boxers and pulled Harry back against him.

They moved slowly, savouring each and every sensation. Nibbling, licking, sucking, kissing, caressing, touching, biting, exploring every single inch of each other's bodies. All. Night. Long.