Growing Up Potter - Part Three

“Why in the ever loving hell did I let you talk me into this?!” Draco demanded in a growl.

“It's necessary if any of us want to show our faces in public again,” Harry said with a resigned shrug.

“No it's not!” Draco snapped. “We're doing just fine hiding out here in Grimmauld Place!”

Which was true enough. The house – which was fairly large even before the Blacks selectively enlarged portions of it – was three stories plus a basement. The entire third story was full of bedrooms – including the master bedroom Harry and Draco shared, along with the slightly smaller bedroom Ron and Hermione shared.

The second floor had a few bedrooms, as did the first floor. Thus, everyone living with Harry had their own room (unless they wanted to share). The rooms were big enough that the impending babies would fit just fine. Beyond that, there were lots of other rooms to keep them occupied – such as the library, the drawing room, the ballroom, and the kitchen.

All of which meant that Draco was right. They theoretically could continue to live here and never go out in public again. Even so, Harry gave him a flat look.

“Draco...”

Draco growled and sighed, and then growled and sighed again. This repeated a few times even as he finished dressing. Their bedroom door flung open.

“I swear to God that I will straight up murder you two if you aren't ready in five minutes!” Hermione informed them seriously.

Draco glared at her as he held his arms out to the sides so she could look him over. “Whaat? I'm ready!”

Harry snorted in amusement and kissed Hermione on the cheek. “I'm ready too.”

She looked them over for a moment, and then nodded in approval. “Good!” She grabbed an arm from each of them and dragged them to the parlor where Luna was finishing up the cozy atmosphere.

“I think this will do nicely,” Luna announced in satisfaction. Aside from the two or three strange items no one could identify, everyone had to agree.

Before Draco could grumble too much, Ron called out from just inside the door to the house. “We're here!” For today only, the fidelius charm had been adjusted to allow a stranger through the wards. Even so, they didn't actually want information about Harry's home getting out, so the man was blindfolded until he was in the parlor.

It was literally this man's lucky day! He was the one reporter that Harry felt tried to report the news honestly and reliably, and he had a fairly good reputation. He was funny and engaging and had a loyal following of fans. All in all, he was loads better than Rita Skeeter.

Thus, he was being given the opportunity of a lifetime. Something that could launch his career into the stratosphere! An exclusive interview with Harry Potter mere months after Harry had left Hogwarts and only a little more than a year after winning the war.

“Randy,” Harry greeted him with a friendly smile, his hand outstretched.

Randy looked exactly like a kid on Christmas morning. He shook Harry's hand enthusiastically. His sharp yet merry eyes took in Harry's appearance for a moment before looking around the entire room.

“I didn't actually believe this interview was real until just now,” Randy admitted. He was clearly shocked to see Harry with a large baby bump, but he didn't comment on it.

Harry answered his unspoken question anyway. “I had Ron and Hermione contact you to arrange an exclusive interview because I have big news to share, and I want it done right. Thank you for meeting with us.”

“Us?” Randy asked, taking another good look around at all the people watching him.

“Yep,” Harry confirmed. “First, I am going to tell you our story, and then you can ask questions. After that, you can take a few pictures to accompany the article in the Daily Prophet.”

“Sounds like a plan to me!” Randy agreed easily. “Would you like us to sit down?”

Harry nodded, taking the seat Luna had arranged for him. It was on a cozy loveseat with just enough room for two pregnant men. Placed around him were other comfortable chairs so that four women sat on either side of him. Not directly around him – but still sitting in the room – were two more chairs; one for Ron, and the other for Andromeda Tonks (née Black).

Before they could begin, the pleasantries must be seen to. Andromeda offered and then poured tea for everyone. Harry took a few sips, and then held his mug in his hands as he smiled at the reporter. Randy also took a few sips, and then gave Harry an attentive look.

“I'm all ears,” Randy promised with a small laugh. “And I'm going to use my automatic quill to write down everything you say. I assure you that it writes exactly what is said, and is really for my reference only. I will write the actual article later based on the interview.”

Harry nodded in permission. In the past, Rita had used a similar quill, but hers had a tendency to write poetic nonsense that Harry never said. He wasn't necessarily comfortable with the auto quill, but he decided to trust the man since he was considered fairly honest in general.

“To begin, I'm sure it must be pointed out that I'm sitting next to the bloke who was my rival throughout school,” Harry said, giving Draco a tiny smile. “Even in 8^th year, we didn't get along, but we at least tried since the 8^th years shared a common room, bathroom, and our dorm rooms were right next to each other.”

Harry paused to take a sip of tea, and Draco stared off into space as if he was completely disinterested in the story.

“One day, my best friend, plus the girl I tried dating for a while during the war, and well, everyone you see here,” Harry said as he gestured around him. “Almost all 8^th years from all four of the houses, well anyway, we discovered a place that locked us up for the night, giving us all both fertility potions and lust potions.”

Randy sat up a bit straighter, intrigued. Before he could ask anything, Harry held up a hand to prevent him.

“We all decided that it wouldn't be wise to give out too many details concerning that. Sorry,” Harry said with a tone that let the reporter know that he wasn't really all that sorry. “Suffice it to say that the lust potion was powerful, and the fertility potion worked exactly as it was supposed to.”

“Suffice?” Draco questioned, looking askance at Harry. “Did Hermione write a speech for you or something?”

“I know what suffice means!” Harry protested with a little glare.

“And Harry wouldn't let me write a speech for him!” Hermione added.

“It comes across more naturally this way,” Luna murmured with a soft smile. “Though I still think that we should have run the story in the Quibbler.”

“Luna,” Pansy muttered dryly. “We want people to believe this story!”

“Why wouldn't they believe the Quibbler?” Luna wondered, sounding like she honestly didn't know the answer.

“Because dear,” Pansy drawled snootily. “Your magazine has a habit of reporting on things that do not exist.”

“Everything we report is 100 percent factual,” Luna insisted. “And besides, you may recall that we ran the exclusive on Harry Potter back in 4^th or 5^th year, and people believed it then.”

Harry reached out and took hold of Luna's hand. “I'll have Hermione write up a piece for you to run in the Quibbler. Something smaller and more personal – like a letter.”

“Oh!” Hermione gasped excitedly. “I have the perfect idea!” She then looked at Randy and stopped abruptly. “But we'll talk about that later.”

Harry smiled at Randy, who was watching everything with an amused grin.

“As I was saying, due to a combination of fertility and lust potions, the ten of us are now pregnant. Again, details not so important – and probably not suitable for a general audience anyway. All you really need to know is that I am unquestionably the father to all of the babies. That means that everyone sitting here with me is carrying my child,” Harry stated, driving the point home by saying it more than one way.

Randy seemed shocked – even more so than when he had looked at Harry and noticed the baby bump in the first place. “So... You're having ten babies all in one go?!”

Harry laughed, looked away, and scratched the back of his neck. “Well actually...”

Hermione giggled with a mischievous smirk. “He's having 12!”

Harry nodded. “Hermione and I both had two of the fertility potions, and so we're carrying twins.”

“Oh my...” Randy murmured when he found he had nothing to say. “Twelve...”

Harry laughed again. “Imagine being in my shoes!”

This made everyone in the room laugh.

“Are you then implying that you are dating all of the lovely ladies in this room?”

“Nope!” Harry denied, shaking his head. “Actually, I'm in a very serious relationship with Draco.” He took hold of Draco's hand, and Draco unsuccessfully tried to stifle a blush.

“So wait,” Randy had to wrap his mind around this. “You – Harry Potter – are in a serious relationship with former death eater Draco Malfoy?!”

“Yes,” Harry confirmed with a somewhat hard expression. “And will you please not put the whole death eater nonsense in the article?”

Draco squeezed his hand. “I don't mind if he mentions it, so long as he doesn't focus on it and make a big deal out of it. It's true after all, and it doesn't make sense for us to be in a relationship.”

Harry gave Draco a loving yet concerned look. “Are you sure?”

“Very,” Draco stated with a firm smile.

Pansy laughed. “I'm not sure which would make a bigger scandal: Harry dating 8 women at the same time – each having his baby – or Harry dating Draco Malfoy. Whose also having his baby.”

Harry chuckled and turned his head to look at Pansy. “Actually, Pans, I'm rather hoping that the biggest scandal will be the fact that I am carrying twins for Draco!”

“How is that going to work?” Padma asked curiously, speaking up for the first time since the interview started. “Is his baby going to be named Potter, and your two named Malfoy? Or all Potter? All Malfoy?”

Harry looked at her. “Just as I said when I talked to all of you, I really want all the babies to have Potter in their name. So, if you agree, yours would be Patil-Potter. Mine will be Malfoy-Potter.”

“And mine will be Potter-Malfoy since he will be my heir,” Draco added, also looking over at Padma. He gave her a smile – which was rather rare as Draco liked to save all his smiles – or at least most of them – for Harry.

“Yeah, I agreed to Patil-Potter,” Padma stated, also smiling.

Hermione waved at Padma to get her attention. “And I agreed to just Potter since I plan to marry Ron and become a Weasley at some point. It would be sort of weird for my child to be Granger-Potter while I'm a Weasley.”

“You could always go with Weasley-Potter like I am,” Ginny suggested.

“Oh Merlin's saggy balls!” Pansy blurted out. “I just realized that I more or less agreed to Parkinson-Potter!”

Draco laughed. “That is rather a mouthful!”

“We could just name them all Potter,” Luna suggested. “It rather avoids complications. Such as Lovegood-Potter... Lovegood-Potter,” she repeated slowly.

Ginny smirked at that, sniggering softly. “Love. Good. Potter.”

“Love Potter good,” Susan muttered, catching onto the joke.

“Love Potter really good!” Ginny burst out, laughing into her arm. Susan was laughing outright too, but the rest were merely giggling. The giggles carried them all away for a good minute before they calmed down again.

“That's rather how we got into this mess,” Harry stated with a grin. Of course, this renewed all their giggling.

When finally they all calmed down again, Parvati sat up straight since she had something to say. “Maybe Luna's right. Maybe it is rather silly to give our babies two last names and we should all just pick Potter. One cohesive family name.”

“That's all well and good,” Draco sneered with an expression like he was smelling something foul. “Until they all go to Hogwarts and are sorted into their houses, have double potions, and the Professor snaps: Potter! Tell me which potion can send you into such a deep sleep that you appear dead! And half the class looks at each other in confusion as to which Potter the Professor is referring to.”

Pansy lost it again, this time laughing so hard that she found it hard to breathe and started coughing. “Imagine... Snape!” She manage to choke out.

“Snape teaching a class with 12 Potters!” Hannah gasped out before covering her mouth with a hand. She then whispered: “Oh... he must be spinning in his grave...”

Draco snorted. “Maybe we should take a family photo after the babies are all born and send it to McGonagal so that she can show it off to all the portraits!”

Harry threw his head back and roared with laughter. “Ah! I want to be there to see the look on Snape's face when he sees it!”

Ron spoke up from where he was sitting in the corner. “I'm actually still trying to picture McGonagal – or whoever actually conducts the sorting 11 years from now – holding up the list and reading off names, and they're all Potter!”

“Surely not more than half!” Hermione gasped, a bit scandalized by the thought. “I know that the student population varies, but there were approximately 40 students in our year!”

“Imagine if they're all sorted into Gryffindor!” Ginny called out, sounding excited beyond belief.

Draco looked a bit ill. “All except for my Slytherin – thank you very much!”

The rest of them were laughing.

“No!” Susan cried out, holding her sides in an attempt to soothe the ache of laughing too hard. “They really are all sorted into Gryffindor, and thus the entire Gryffindor class for their year is nothing but Potters!”

“The Professor!” Hannah gasped, leaning on the arm of her chair and reaching out to hold Susan's hand as she tried to stop laughing. “Taking roll call! Potter. Potter. Potter.”

“We should totally do it!” Parvati cried out a bit maniacally.

“Oh! Oh! What if they all have wild black hair, green eyes, and look exactly alike!” Susan burst out.

“Hogwarts won't know what hit it!” Hermione sniggered.

“Especially if they all have their father's careless disregard for the rules,” Draco added with a sneer, although his eyes were twinkling and he was chuckling along with everyone else.

This sobered Hermione up instantly as she pressed the fingers of her hands into her temples and looked at the floor. “Oh God! My children are going to be rule breakers!”

“Cheer up, 'Mione,” Harry encouraged, looking over at her. “They'll probably take after you.”

“That could be worse, actually,” Padma pointed out. “Having Harry's sense of adventure and disregard for the rules, and Hermione's sheer genius – or mine, for that matter. They'd have everything planned out so that they never got caught.”

“Merlin's hairy chest!” Ron swore in awe. “They could break into Gringott's and get away with it!”

“Didn't we already do that?” Harry asked.

Hermione gasped and ground out: “Harry!”

“Er, right!” Harry stated with a nervous gulp. “I keep forgetting, that was just a dream brought on by my over active imagination.”

Draco was giving him a strange look. Harry couldn't decide if it was disbelieving or impressed. Draco wasn't the only one looking at him strangely, and the laughter was dying down. Harry firmly looked to the ceiling.

“Er... aren't we supposed to be having an interview?” Harry asked.

Randy had been having so much fun just listening in that he hadn't spoken up in quite a while. Now he decided that it would be prudent to change the subject.

“Harry, you seem to get along pretty well with all the mothers and father of your children; do you think this will continue as your children grow up?”

Harry smiled and looked around. “I hope so. I'd like to think so. I'm pretty sure I consider each and every one of them good friends by this point. We're all going on seven months along, and so naturally, we've been busy getting the house ready for the babies. Each baby will sleep with his or her mother, but the entire house needs to be baby proofed at some point.”

“Oh Merlin's scrawny arse,” Draco muttered and put his hand over his forehead. “I just realized that means that we're going to have three babies in our room with us! How are we going to fit five people in one room?!”

Harry shrugged. “So we Tardis our bedroom, no big deal.”

“What does that even mean?” Draco asked in confusion.

“Bigger on the inside,” Harry answered as if this explained everything.

Hermione took a bit of pity on Draco. “He means that we'll use a few extension charms on your room to make it a bit roomier than it usually is.”

“Well that's not fair!” Pansy growled grumpily. “They've already got the biggest room in the house!”

“It's my house,” Harry reminded her with a mildly evil grin. “Besides, who said you couldn't do it too?”

“God you're such a smug bastard,” Pansy grumbled.

“Oh! Sounds like it's time for some food!” Harry interjected. “Before Pansy looses her sanity and goes on a killing spree!”

“Yeah, I'd kill for a snack right about now,” Hermione stated in agreement.”

“Wow Hermione,” Draco drawled a bit snidely. “You've been plotting murder all day. Should we all wear Protegos and stick together so that you can't pick us off one at a time?”

“Oh heavens no!” Hermione assured him. “If I wanted you dead, I'd do it while you were sleeping!”

Draco gaped a bit and unconsciously scooted closer to Harry. Harry put his arm around Draco and pulled Draco's head onto his shoulder. Draco snuggled even as he kept a wary eye on Hermione.

“Don't worry, I'll protect you,” Harry murmured soothingly.

Ron snorted. “Mate! I think not even you could stop Hermione if she were determined enough!”

“Damn!” Pansy exclaimed in appreciation. “That's so Slytherin it's sexy!” She leaned over and gave Hermione a kiss on the cheek. Hermione looked inordinately proud of herself.

“I disagree,” Luna purred softly. “I think it's rather Ravenclaw to kill someone in their sleep. It's the smart thing to do so that they don't fight back. The Slytherin way to kill someone would be to have them drink poison and think it was their own idea. Whereas a Hufflepuff would probably give them a pleasant tour of the back garden, hit them over the head with a shovel, and then bury them before anyone knew they were missing.”

Everyone was silent for a moment, except for Susan, who muttered: “Actually, they'd feed them to a carnivorous plant,” and then Harry couldn't help himself. He just had to ask: “Er... And how would a Gryffindor do it?”

“In a duel, of course,” Luna stated, and this actually made a lot of sense, so most everyone nodded in agreement.

After that, they ate the sandwiches that Andromeda had Kreacher bring them. Then they answered a few more questions from Randy, such as: “Not that I think you'd make this up, but how can I verify that you're telling the truth?”

“About the which part?” Harry wondered curiously. “Because if all you need to verify is that I am in fact pregnant – and thus so are we all – you can talk with Andromeda. She's sort of the closest thing I have to a grandmother, and she's also our live in family Healer. She's monitoring all our pregnancies and can confirm that we are actually pregnant. She has permission to give you a few details about my pregnancy if you need it, but the rest are confidential.”

“I see,” Randy murmured with a smile. He then moved onto photographs, getting a lot of pictures that he promised to send them whether they appeared in the Prophet or not. After that, he left via the floo so that he wouldn't see where he was leaving.

At the end of the long and inexplicably exhausting day, Draco and Harry crawled into bed and snuggled up to each other.

“I suppose that could have gone worse,” Draco said with a sigh.

“I think it went rather well,” Harry observed with a smile. “I had fun.”

Draco shrugged, unwilling to confirm or deny the possibility that he'd had fun. “So... do you think we should tell my parents before or after they read about it in the paper?”

Harry sat up abruptly with a gasp of horror. “Merlin's wrinkly old prick! We're going to have to talk to your parents!”

Draco tugged Harry back into his arms. “Yes, well, we can wait to do that until at least tomorrow. I don't think I could be civil to them with as tired as I am right now.”

“Draco... they're going to kill me, aren't they?” Harry whispered in dismay.

“Don't worry,” Draco murmured soothingly, rubbing a hand up and down Harry's arm. “I'll protect you.”

Harry smiled at him for a moment. “Good!”

They snogged until they fell asleep – for once, too tired to get hot and heavy. As Harry drifted off, he vowed to make up for it in the morning.

Go To Part 4 

Growing Up Potter - Part Two

This is the sequel to the Amoris Room, which is why this says part two when there isn't a post titled part one.

“Potter!” Pansy roared as she burst into the room that Harry shared with Draco. “If you back out on me, I will literally kill you, and I don't even care if Draco then kills me!”

Harry yawned and rubbed the sleep from his eye. “I'm not going to back out on you,” he murmured as he sleepily blinked in her direction.

“You could have fooled me! My interview is in a little more than half an hour and you're not even dressed!!!” Pansy roared as she levitated his glasses in front of his face. Harry put them on.

“Pans...” Draco growled warningly. “Some of us are trying to sleep.”

“I don't sodding care!” Pansy shouted in near panic. “The rest of my entire bleeding life will be determined today, and you can always sleep later!”

Harry got out of bed, not even caring that he was completely naked and had a small baby bump. He pulled Pansy into a hug, and then kissed her on the cheek. “Calm down, love. Everything will be fine.”

She harrumphed but visibly stopped panicking. With a flick of her wand, she sorted through his wardrobe, even as more flicks cast cleaning spells on him. “Wear this, and yes, I know it's Draco's!”

Draco purred happily from the bed where he was lounging while trying to maintain a half sleep as he watched Harry standing there naked. He watched Pansy impatiently dress Harry like he was a rebellious toddler. “I always thought he'd look good in that.”

Unlike was implied by Pansy's treatment of him, Harry was not a rebellious toddler. He was cooperating as much as possible, finding it easiest to just act like a doll while she futzed and fiddled with his clothing. Finally, he was wearing a really nice set of green robes with gold accents.

“Are you sure you can do this?” Pansy asked, stroking her own baby bump in a way that betrayed how worried she was.

“Are you sure you can do this?” Harry asked with a pointed smirk.

“I can,” Pansy vowed. “I'll prove it!” She used her hands to hold Harry's head in place as she kissed him far more thoroughly than necessary.

Draco held back a growl for the first five or so seconds, and then he cleared his throat very significantly. “Ahem!”

Harry chuckled and pulled free from the kiss. “You know I love you Draco,” he affirmed with smile.

Draco turned his head away toward his pillow and grumbled very quietly. “I love you too.”

Before Harry could say anything, Pansy seized Harry's hand and dragged him from the room. “Come on! We're going to be late!”

Harry followed along compliantly as Pansy dragged him to the floo, called out St. Mungo's as she threw a pinch of powder in, and then when they were at the hospital, he followed her to a particular hallway. They sat in chairs outside a door and held hands. Pansy rested her head on Harry's shoulder.

“I'm so nervous!” Pansy confessed, but Harry knew that this was not an actual admission so much as an act. Well... Maybe both.

“There's nothing to be nervous about,” Harry assured her. “You're brilliant.”

“I know,” Pansy stated with a smirk. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the woman who was going to interview her watching them from down the hall. The woman had to be able to hear them; even though they were talking softly, the sound carried in the empty hall. Pansy put her hand on Harry's cheek and kissed him.

By this time in Harry's life, he had learned how to snog fairly well, so he leaned in and gave her a kiss that made her quite breathless. She broke off a moment later and whispered in his ear. “Gods! Sometime I wish you really were mine! Gorgeous and a good kisser?!”

Harry whispered in her ear. “I thought you were determined to steal Hermione from Ron.”

Pansy shrugged nonchalantly. “That too. No reason why I couldn't have you both.”

Harry decided to tease her, and went to lick or bite her neck, but she pushed him away. “Harry,” she murmured in feigned protest. “I'm here for an interview. Behave!”

Harry gave her his puppy dog eyes. “But I'm just trying to wish you luck.”

A throat cleared directly behind Harry. “Save it for later,” the woman stated firmly. They both looked up at her; Pansy tried to act innocent while Harry managed to look half guilty and half unrepentant.

“Sorry,” he drawled in a tone that was clearly not sorry.

The woman had to visibly steel herself against Harry's charm. “Well, Mr. Potter,” a look flashed in her eyes that let him know she was trying very hard not to act like a fangirl around him – despite being in her early 40s. “As hard as you may find it to wait for your – er – girlfriend, this interview might take quite a while. You'll probably find the wait easier if you go find a cup of tea.”

Harry got to his feet and helped Pansy to hers. He gave her a kiss on her cheek. “I'll go get some tea as suggested. Anything you want me to get for you and the baby? Still craving pickle flavored ice cream?”

Pansy didn't have to fake the mildly green look on her face as she covered her small baby bump. “Ugh, no! I'm more into mashed potatoes and gravy at the moment, thanks!”

“Good luck,” Harry wished her, kissing her hand before giving it a squeeze and letting it go.

The Healer about to give Pansy an interview eyed them speculatively. Pansy looked to the floor to hide a triumphant flash in her eyes. The woman seemed to be asking herself if she could really afford to deny the mother of Harry Potter's child a chance at the Healer training program.

A moment later, Pansy was ushered into the office. The Healer gave her a sour look. “I'll be frank; I wanted to deny your application without ever interviewing you, but I ethically couldn't because your grades and aptitude are clearly suited to the health profession. That said, I'm not sure there is anything you could say to make me want to spend months teaching you.”

Pansy's confidence faltered. She looked to the floor again, this time to hide her disappointment. So, even my plan to shamelessly flaunt Harry Potter didn't help me...

“I see,” Pansy murmured, focusing on the Healer's nameplate so that she had something – anything – to think about. Healer Rowe.

Healer Rowe sighed. “Lucky for you, I'm not the only one capable of taking on trainees. If I decide you're worth taking a chance on, I do have one Healer who is willing to work with the Slytherin who quite publicly wanted to hand Harry Potter over to Voldemort in the final battle.”

Pansy sighed, knowing that there really wasn't anything she could say to excuse her behavior at that time. Yes, she had been terrified for her life, but so was everyone else. Saying that would only be seen as self serving.

“I know this isn't professional in the slightest, but I have to know...” Healer Rowe faltered for only one second, and then finished her question. “How did you manage to snag Harry Potter as your boyfriend?”

Pansy didn't want to lie outright, since that would definitely come back to bite her in the arse later. “Harry is a very forgiving person. He doesn't hold grudges. He knows full well the sort of person I am, and yet, he's willing to give me a chance at being the mother of his child.”

None of this was a lie. Rowe didn't need to know that Harry had gotten Pansy pregnant during an orgy fueled by lust and fertility potions. After they'd all found out, Pansy had offered to give the baby to Harry outright, but Harry had persuaded her to try joint custody for a while first.

“Well...” the Healer responded, and then decided against saying any more. For the next half hour, she grilled Pansy on knowledge Pansy should already know, and when Pansy managed to impress her, she had no choice but: “Ms. Parkinson, I sincerely regret to inform you that you are brilliant and have given me no excuse to kick your sorry arse out of the building. You may train to be a Healer. You'll start Monday, and the first thing you'll have to do is consult with the man who'll be training you as to how far along you are, and when you'll likely be needing maternity leave.”

“Yes Ma'am!” Pansy exclaimed happily, forgetting to be a bitch in return after all that horrible attitude. “Will I have to stop seeing my Healer? Harry engaged her for us specially.”

“Oh no!” Rowe replied with a smirk, as if she felt Pansy was being silly. “You can see anyone you want, it's just that your pregnancy will also be a focus of your training and that of your peers. I daresay that you'll feel sick of being poked and prodded in no time at all!”

Pansy harrumphed at that, but then faced the floor so that she could hide a tiny smile.

“Slytherins,” the Healer muttered with a shake of her head. She stood to escort Pansy out of her office, surprised to find Harry actually waiting for them. After the initial surprise, she'd rather decided that Pansy had pulled in some sort of favor or blackmail to get Harry to show up and give everyone the wrong impression. She really thought he'd have taken off once his part was over.

“Well?” Harry asked anxiously.

Pansy grinned and threw her arms around Harry's neck, careful not to jostle the plastic takeaway container of mashed potatoes in his one hand, nor the travel mug of tea in his other. “I got it!”

“That's wonderful Pans!” Harry exclaimed, trying to return her hug with his hands full – without spilling anything. They gave each other a fairly chaste kiss compared to their morning practice session.

“We should go home and tell the others,” Harry suggested excitedly as he handed her the container of mashed potatoes.

“Aww, you even got me extra gravy!” Pansy gushed, hungry enough to shove a bite in her mouth right away. At four months along, she'd hit the hungry stage of her pregnancy.

“Others?” The Healer asked, watching them in fascination. They actually were not pretending, as far as she could tell.

“Our family,” Harry informed her with a beautiful grin. “They're all waiting at home for the good news.” He held out his now free arm to Pansy. “You ready to go home?”

The Healer made a sound like: huh! “I really thought that you were having me on when you listed your address as a secret you could not give out because Harry Potter had it under a fidelius charm.”

“No,” Harry assured her. “I really do have my house under a fidelius charm.”

Healer Rowe laughed. “That part I believe!” She left the rest unspoken, but they understood it anyway. Both chose to ignore her subtle snub.

Arm in arm and acting almost high from giddiness, Pansy and Harry returned home to find Draco pacing in front of the floo fireplace. He almost seemed more nervous than Pansy had. They barely had time to exchange a look before they conspired to put one over on Draco.

Draco turned to look at them and took note of their somber expressions. “You didn't get it?”

“The interviewer was a right bitch!” Pansy complained.

“She didn't even seem to care that I'm Harry sodding Potter!” Harry added.

Pansy snorted. “Oh, she cared, she just thought it would be the professional thing to ignore it.”

“Seriously?!” Draco roared in outrage. “You listed Harry bleeding Potter as one of your references, and then bring him with you to the interview to prove that you aren't lying, and she still wouldn't give you a chance?!”

“Apparently, she finds it hard to believe that Harry would actually let me live with him,” Pansy stated, her arms crossed defensively over her chest.

Draco sighed morosely. “Ah. She assumed this was all some sort of Slytherin plan. Did she actually accuse you of putting Harry under an Imperius?”

Pansy shook her head. “Not quite, but I'm sure she wanted to. Instead, she told me to start on Monday and make sure to tell the Healer in charge of me when I'm going to pop so that I can arrange maternity leave.”

“She... what?” Draco asked in confusion. He looked from Pansy to Harry, who both continued to look solemn and serious for another few seconds. “What??”

Harry broke first, trying to suppress a snicker. A moment later, Pansy giggled. After that, Harry laughed outright.

“You should see the look on your face!” Harry gasped out between laughs.

“What's so funny?” Hermione asked as she entered the room.

“I got accepted!” Pansy announced with a squeal, throwing her arms around Hermione.

“That's wonderful!” Hermione congratulated, rewarding her with a brief kiss.

Meanwhile, Draco punched Harry's shoulder. “You complete shit! You utter bastard! How dare you make me think she didn't get it!”

Harry tried to defend himself while still laughing. “It wasn't planned, it just sort of happened!”

Pansy started laughing again, coming up behind Draco and throwing her arms around his neck in an attempt to rescue Harry.

“And you! You slag! You cow! Do you have any idea how worried I was for you?!” Draco roared, pulling Pansy in front of him. They hugged onto each other as if they never planned to let go. Pansy buried her face in his neck and started to cry just a little.

“For a while during the interview, that bitch really did make it sound like I didn't have a chance, and I had no idea what I was going to do!” Pansy wailed softly.

“Shh love,” Draco hushed, rubbing her back.

A few moments passed with the only sounds coming from Pansy – soft cries – and Draco – murmured reassurances. Eventually, Hermione put her hands on Pansy's shoulders.

“Ron gave me permission to congratulate you in a very special way if you got into the program,” Hermione informed her softly. A bit huskily.

Harry chuckled, still finding it amusing how much Pansy and Hermione seemed to like one another. Pansy gasped in giddy astonishment.

“Really?” Pansy demanded.

Hermione barely had time to nod before Pansy was dragging her from the room. Draco shook his head with a wry smirk.

“I must admit, all of us living here is... interesting...”

Harry laughed. “I know!” He pulled Draco close and snogged him senseless. “So... You need me to bring you back to bed and remind you that there's no need to be jealous of Pansy?”

Draco gave Harry an unhappy look, but inside, he knew that he would always have to share Harry with the eight women he'd gotten pregnant during the orgy. Therefore, being jealous about it would just be pointless. He pursed his lips.

“Well... I suppose a little reminder couldn't hurt...” Draco admitted.

Harry grinned at him, grabbed his hand, and dragged him to their bedroom. As they passed Pansy's room, a very loud gasp made them both cringe for a moment, but then only 30 seconds later, they were safely in their room with the door shut, locked, and a silencing spell in place.

Harry slammed Draco up against the door and seized a greedy kiss. When their lips eventually broke apart, Draco panted heavily as he smirked.

“You know, Potter, in just a month or two, I'll be too pregnant for you to manhandle.”

Harry smirked against his lips. “Shut up and kiss me.”

Rather than argue, Draco kissed him.

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