Not so Normal Life in a Normal World

21

A few weeks went by and the day was December 25th, 2000. A frozen Christmas morning.

The last few weeks kept the same, Harry's mental state going up and down. A new picture was in his wallet. Draco's arms cupping his 17 week grown belly. It grown a lot in a few weeks and Draco head a shirt made to tell Harry what their child would be. Draco and Harry were going to be parents to a little boy. Draco's face didn't keep in the pictures, because if Harry ever lost his wallet, people would just assume a female because Draco still hand long hair.
Harry used that picture to keep reminding himself why he had to keep going, why he couldn't let himself fall victim to the voices in his head. Not only was Draco Malfoy his boyfriend, a young man who was doing everything he could do to help Harry recovery, but Draco Malfoy was carrying their son. A son Harry would do anything for, to be sure he was cared for and loved. A son Harry couldn't loose, because Harry didn't know if he could handle loosing another child. Even if the pregnancy of Ginny Weasley wasn't but seven weeks, that baby matted to Harry.

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Draco shot up in bed, letting out a cry himself. Draco's nightmares had came back, because of the medicines he was unable to take since the start of his pregnancy, and the potions his Healer had been toying with wasn't doing much for the nightmares.
Harry sat up and eased his hand on Draco's shoulders. "Hey...Just a dream." Harry said softly and Draco turned to face Harry, who had yet to put his glasses on. "...I'm fine, can...You turn the heater back on?" Draco asked. "Yeah. Are you wanting to get up then?" Harry asked, slipping off the bed and walked over to the heater and turned it back on low. "Maybe..." Draco said, but laid back down in the bed. Harry smiled lightly.

Draco got a kiss on his neck when Harry joined the bed. Harry's left hand running down his body. "Daddy?" Draco asked. Harry's only reply was another slow kiss to his neck and Harry's hand slipping into Draco's sweat pants. The only pants Draco found comfortable since all his jeans had grown to small, since their growing son was making him fat. Another thing, Draco had trouble with, the weight he was gaining since the start of the pregnancy. "You, just be a good girl for daddy." Harry said close to his ear. Something a lot of people didn't know, is Draco used a glamor charm to keep the hearing aids hidden. He hated those stupid things but he was deaf otherwise. Harry knew about them, so he knew to speak loud enough. "Yes, Daddy." Draco replied back.

Draco's wrists got tied to the bedframe by Harry's old school ties and Harry straddle Draco, lending down and started to place slow kisses on his lips. Careful, not to drop his weight on Draco's stomach. He wasn't about to smash his growing little bitty boy. Draco and Harry both had removed their sleep wear, they would have to change for the day anyway, before Draco's wrists got bound and Harry lend down kissing him.
Draco let out a small noise when he was pushed into, but locked his legs around Harry's waist, who really didn't waste any time picking up his movements. Christmas morning had started already. The smell of breakfast has traveled up the stairs and into the room the pair shared. Harry knew they'd be called downstairs soon enough, and he didn't want to be interrupted, so he would hurry them both along.

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Draco throw yet another pair of pants down and huffed. "Why jeans? They don't fucking fit!" Draco complained. "Because you can't go out in sweat pants, Draco. Hermione will fix them, just put a pair on." Harry said, slipping on his black dress shirt, over the black undershirt he had on. "I don't want jeans on, Harry." Draco whined. "I don't want to go to the restaurant for dinner, but your mother says we have to go. She invited Hermione and Ron as well." Harry said and Draco huffed. "She's just...wanting her family together." Draco said. "You and Violet are her family...and I suppose by default, I might be her family, but really it's just the baby." Harry said, buttoning up his shirt. "You are family. Hermione is important to you, so she counts to. Ron...just comes with her so if course she invited him." Draco said. He seen Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Just pick out a pair and Hermione can fix them I'm sure." Harry said and Draco let out a sigh.
Draco ended up with a dark blue pair of Jeans, a white undershirt and the white dress shirt on, before theu exited the bedroom.