�Draco, I�m thirsty.�

It is a moment before he looks up at me from the book in his lap, cool, gray eyes staring at me. He takes in my appearance, the angle of my body, and sighs. He stands, placing the book in his chair.

�Don�t move,� he says, as he glances around the room.

Like I would. But I nod to appease him, and he leaves. I sigh, leaning back and run my fingers over my engorged belly. This isn�t easy for either of us, but it will be over soon. That frightens me, even as it comforts. Because I know the next time I see Harry will be the last for a long time. And I often wish it was him here with me, instead of Draco, though I know that cannot be.

I don�t regret my decision. I�d do it again if he asked. Somewhere inside, I hope he does. A part of me is still flattered. Of all the people he could have chosen, of all his friends who offered, he chose me. I hadn�t offered, afraid he wouldn�t chose me, or smile and say how much I�m like his sister. But he asked me, apologized for asking, since I hadn�t offered. It made me so happy. I thought he�d choose Hermione. But I guess he needed her by his side in the end, and thought better of it. Sirius says it�s because Potter men can�t resist strong, red headed women. Harry�s mother was one. So was his grandmother. I never thought myself strong, until Dumbledore pointed out that what I was doing was one of the most trying experiences one could undertake, and after a few months, I believe him.

Draco�s back. He hands me a glass of water, glances about the room, then returns to his chair.

�Thank you.�

He nods and replaces the book in his lap. It lies open, but he hasn�t turned a page in half an hour, and I know he�s thinking about Harry. I remind myself how difficult it is for both of us, how much we�ve both had to adapt.

It took me a long while to come to grips with the fact that Harry chose Draco. It was one of the hardest things I�ve ever had to accept in my entire life, and my undying love for him only makes it harder. And poor Draco. He knows Harry chose me because he loves me. Maybe not as strongly, but loves me all the same. It must hurt a lot, being here with me, taking care of me, protecting me, while I work on giving Harry the only thing Draco can�t. The process couldn�t have been that comforting either.

I was made to drink a potion, to insure contraception, then Harry and I had been locked in a room together all night. We made love, and I cried the first time. I�d always wanted this and Harry was so gentle. I persuaded him into two more sessions, knowing full well that I only had one night with him, and how quickly all the lovely, complete feelings would end.

The next day I was tested, and passed. Harry was taken away. Draco brought in. We�ve been together ever since.

I think most times peace reigns in the house because of our mutual love for Harry. We both know of each other�s feelings, understand, and respect them. Harry was mine for one night. He�ll be Draco�s forever. And while the baby is of Harry and myself, it will be their child.

Harry has a lot in common with his father. Or so I�ve been told. Potter men share quite a few distinguishing qualities. Shaggy, ever messy dark hair, shinning, clear, bright eyes, lazy lopsided smiles. They all have a fondness for Quidditch and unsurpassed skill and technique. They�re clever and cunning, and always live just outside the rules. They each have two loves. One male, one female, and until Harry, none had ever chosen the former over the latter. Potter men are strong. They have iron wills and open hearts. They only ever have one child, a son. They die young. The process continues.

I run my hand over my belly, feeling the flutter accompanied by the baby�s movement. It is almost as if he knows I am thinking about Harry. He�s trying to cheer me up. I smile fondly at the thought. Already selfless. Already a Potter.

I can feel Draco�s eyes on me, but they�re not bothersome. It�s one of those rather torn expressions of his, as if he doesn�t belong. He does belong, because Harry loves him. Harry chose him. He meets my gaze, and the corners of his mouth upturn. It isn�t a smile. Draco only smiles for Harry. But, this is as close as I get. In those few, precious moments where we ban together in shared love for Harry.

I finish sipping my water and place the empty glass on the side table. My eyes drop to the fire, watching it crackle merrily. I miss my family. They think I�m dead. The whole wizarding world does. It was part of the plan. I went missing about a year ago, presumed dead. It�s all for the best really. I�m repaying Harry. It�s true. He�s saved me so many times. I�ve been a burden to him, though he insists otherwise. Now, I�m carrying his burden. His past and his future all wrapped conveniently in my gift to him. To Harry, with love.

My thumb idly turns the ring on my finger, a habit I�ve acquired when deep in thought. The ring is a portkey. If there�s trouble, a simple spell will activate it, and I�ll just have to press my fingertips to the cool, smooth metal. It looks so much like a wedding band though, and I often find myself daydreaming that it is. Here is my wedding band, identical to Harry�s, a symbol of our love and devotion. There is no war. There is no Dark Lord. There is no Draco. I�m in my home, our home, so quaint and cozy, and full of love. I run my hand over the roundness and sigh. Here is our baby. It will be his birthday soon. And after him will come many more. We�ll have a large family, full of smiles and laughter, sons and daughters, the perfect combination of Harry and I. Harry will finally have what he�s always wanted. And we�ll be happy, oh so very happy. Harry is at work now, and he�ll be home soon. We�ll have dinner and sit by the fire and snuggle together, expressing our undying love, forever.

I wince as I�m kicked sharply from within. The baby�s become my conscience. But I refuse to let him deter me. After all, I still need dreams.

�Are you alright?�

The baby flutters at his voice. I imagine it cooing. Traitor.

I look up. Draco�s concerned. It�s there, in his eyes. �Yes,� I reply softly.

He gives me one of those reassuring glances, and I smile. The baby shifts again, forcing me to move, trying to find a more comfortable position. Aiming for a distraction, I begin to run through my list of names. Jeremy�Michael�Daniel� It�s not helping. Aaron�Christopher�Matt� He is thrashing around in there. I glare down at him and he stills. Let�s see�Where was I? Ah�yes�Jonan�Sean�James�

I get to name the baby. Draco was very much put out by this. He doesn�t trust me to find a good one. But Harry does, and he insisted on it. I�m glad, for it gives me something to do most of the time.

The baby moves, but it feels like he�s jumped, and I sit up sharply with a cry. Draco starts.

�Are you alright?�

I nod, taking deep breaths, trying to ignore the pain. As usual, it helps only a little. It�s a while before I manage to stand. Draco takes my arm, steadying me. We head to the bedroom and he helps me lie down. I never would have thought Draco to be the caring kind. That was before all these months together. He�s extremely loving actually, one of his best kept secrets. It helps me understand why they�re together, why they fit, why they�re right.

�Thanks,� I sigh.

He nods, helping me get comfortable, then sits at the foot of the bed. He takes my leg and rests my foot in his lap. My ankles are swollen, and my feet ache with pregnant strain. Draco�s hands conform to my foot, massaging with gentle pressure. I sigh.

There�s quiet for some time, before I�m comfortable enough that my mind wanders.

�What about Brian?�

Draco snorts.

�Alex?�

He sneers, and I laugh. We�re having another moment. And really, I rather enjoy them, as I think he does as well. Not that we�ll ever openly admit it.

�Paul? Darren? How about Clark? Joseph? David��