The Whole Nine Yards

Chapter Twenty - It's That Time Of Year Again

~Godric's Hollow~

Harry glanced around the bedroom, scanning it for any items that he absolutely couldn't live without for the next ten months at Hogwarts. His gaze fell on Draco, who was carefully folding a pair of trousers to put into his trunk. Now there is something I can't live without, Harry thought with a grin.

Draco, feeling Harry's eyes on him, glanced up. "What?"

"Nothing," Harry replied, his grin widening.

"Why haven't we heard anything yet?" Draco suddenly whined, clutching his trousers to his chest.

"It's been less than a week, sweetheart. Give it time," Harry replied as he closed his trunk and locked it.

"But what if it didn't work?" Draco asked, wrinkling his nose.

"Then they would have called us. Calm down and forget about it. The doctors said it could take a couple of weeks before we can be certain that she's pregnant," Harry reminded him.

"Yeah, I know. I'm just anxious," Draco admitted quietly, staring down into his trunk.

Harry's heart swelled with love and he walked around the bed to pull his husband into his arms.

"Everything will be fine," he whispered in Draco's ear.

The two young men held each other tightly for several long moments. Harry pulled back and pressed a kiss on Draco's forehead.

"Hurry up with your packing. We have to leave soon," Harry said as he pulled out his wand to enchant his trunk to follow him down the stairs.

Draco watched him go, admiring the rear view of Harry, as always. Draco sighed and hurriedly finished packing. This year was going to go so slowly now that he was anxiously awaiting the birth of their child.

~ Hogwarts, the Great Hall ~

Harry and Draco wandered into the Great Hall long before the students would arrive. They were probably still sitting on the train eating sweets and chatting to each other. It was customary for the teachers to gather in the Great Hall and catch up with each other as many of them travelled during the summer holidays and unless they were close friends they wouldn't see each other for the entire vacation.

They were greeted warmly by the teachers who were already there. Ron and Hermione had yet to arrive. Sirius waved but he was involved in an animated discussion with Dumbledore.

"Harry, how was your summer?" McGonagall enquired, while Draco was accosted by Flitwick reminding him of the head of house meeting early the following morning.

Harry grinned as Draco groaned when he heard just how early the meeting was to be. "I had a good summer. We didn't go anywhere, but we had a nice, peaceful time. How about you? You were going away, weren't you?"

"Yes, I went to Paris to visit an old friend of mine. It was lovely," McGonagall continued to describe her holiday in great detail.

Harry nodded in all the correct places as he observed those around him. Sirius was now arguing with Dumbledore but Harry could see it was one of the playful arguments that Dumbledore and Sirius liked to have, each trying to outwit the other.

"Harry!" Hermione squealed as she entered the room. She ran over to him and threw her arms around the startled Defence teacher.Â

"Hermione, how are you?" Harry asked, returning the hug while raising an eyebrow at a beaming Ron.

"I'm wonderful," Hermione declared, grinning at Harry as she let him go.Â

Draco looked curiously over at the small group and giving his apologies to Flitwick, he walked over to the group.

"Draco!" Hermione squealed and enveloped him in a hug too.Â

Draco hugged her back and whispered in her ear, "You're pregnant, aren't you."

Hermione pulled back, looking concerned. "Yes. I wasn't going to say anything until you heard from the clinic but I can't help smiling all the time."

"Congratulations, Mione," Draco said warmly, pulling her back in for another hug. "I'm really happy for you."

"Congratulations, Ron," Harry said, shaking the beaming red-head's hand.Â

~ Harry and Draco's bedroom ~

Draco stared into the bathroom mirror and frowned. He was happy for Hermione and Ron. Really, he was. But he was also the tiniest bit jealous. Okay, he was incredibly jealous. He gripped the sink in front of him and glared at himself. He was sick. Sick. Sick. Sick. How could he be jealous of his best friends? They deserved this happiness. But so do we, Draco whined.Â

Harry was lying in bed waiting for Draco to join him. The blonde was in the bathroom doing god knows what. He'd been in there for hours, or so it seemed.Â

Harry sighed as he stared up at the ceiling, his hands behind his head. The sorting ceremony had been fun, as always. The feast afterwards had been good too, especially since he'd been able to catch up with Sirius, Ron and Hermione (even though it had only been a few days since he'd seen them).

Hermione's news was wonderful. Harry grinned into the darkness. She was going to be such a wonderful mother and Ron would be a great dad. Harry could picture Ron teaching his son or daughter to fly on a broomstick while Hermione shrieked at them to be careful. Harry chuckled at the image.Â

Hopefully he and Draco would have a little one to teach things too as well. Harry knew Draco was anxious about the whole thing but Harry felt a profound calmness. He didn't really know why, just that he felt like things would work out in the end. If only Draco would feel it too. It was going to be a long nine months if Draco was going to keep up this level of anxiety.

"Drac?" Harry called out. He was getting lonely and they needed to christen their bed, as they did every year on the first day.

The bathroom door opened and a shaft of light burst into the room. Harry squinted at the doorway. His husband was standing there stark naked.

"What?" Draco asked.

"Come to bed," Harry said seductively.

Draco wavered in the doorway for a moment before turning off the light and jumping on the bed, straddling Harry's hips.Â

"Ow! Careful!" Harry grumbled.

"Sorry," Draco said with a smirk. "Shall I kiss it better?"

"I think you'd better," Harry replied solemnly. "I think you've seriously injured me. I mean, my manhood is at stake here so you'd better make sure it's okay."

They both burst out laughing before Draco made sure Little Harry was alright.

He was.