Expecting The Unexpected

Epilogue

August, 1999

Draco rolled Harry onto his back and traced over the smooth toned stomach with the flat of his tongue.

"You know," Harry said, his breath coming in short pants now, "I think you like my belly better this way than when I was carrying Lily."

"Just different," Draco replied, pausing to dip his tongue into Harry's belly button. "You know I loved your bump. Not going to lie though. You look bloody fantastic like this. All smooth and hard. Your stomach, I mean." He smirked and gazed downwards. "Although I won't deny that other parts of you also meet that particular criterion right now." He dipped his head lower, causing Harry to cry out. "Shhh. You'll wake Lily Bud."

"She's-ah, that's amazing- gonna wake soon anyway," Harry panted. "Um, milk."

"Then let's be quick," said Draco. And as he took Harry into his mouth again, Harry didn't think speed was going to be a problem. They'd managed one hurried shag- whilst Narcissa was watching the baby and giving them time to 'catch up on some sleep'- and a couple of hand jobs in the three months since their daughter's birth, and that was it. They were both simply too exhausted at night, and during the day they were too busy. In fact, Harry was rather impressed with himself that it hadn't been all over the second Draco's mouth wrapped around him. This was the first morning in weeks that Lily had slept past seven, and her two daddies were making up for lost time.

Or so they thought.

Her timing really did suck. Just as Harry was beginning to lose himself, a persistent and unyielding whine, which developed almost instantly into full-blown screaming let both him and Draco know that a certain little lady was awake and demanding attention. He felt a huge wave of frustration crash over him and had to bite back a groan of annoyance. Harry could tell that Draco had considered carrying on regardless, but there's something about the sound of a screaming infant that acts as a mood killer. His grey eyes met Harry's, full of regret, and Harry nodded resignedly. Draco sighed deeply, reached for his hastily-discarded pyjama bottoms from the bedroom floor, and picked Lily up out of her Moses basket.

"I hope you're proud of yourself," he chastised in a joking way. "Your fathers are going to get a case of blue balls thanks to you."

"Draco!" Harry said. Draco raised an eyebrow.

"What? She can't understand me." He lifted Lily so her head was resting on his shoulder, her stomach pressed against his chest. "Come on, you little cock blocker. Let's get you some breakfast." And despite Harry's disapproval of Draco using language like that around their daughter, he couldn't help but laugh as he followed them downstairs.

He was just finishing a slice of toast with one hand, whilst feeding Lily a bottle with his other, when an owl swooped into the open window and dropped two envelopes on the table, before turning around and taking off instantly. Harry could see from where he sat that the envelopes were both sealed with the Ministry's stamp.

N.E.W.T results.

"You go first," Harry said to Draco. With obviously fake nonchalance, Draco slid open the envelope and teased the sheet of parchment from it. He opened it, and Harry's heart flipped pleasantly when he saw the delighted expression spread over Draco's face. He handed the parchment to Harry, looking incredibly pleased with himself. Harry took the slip and gazed down.

The bastard had all O and E grades. And couldn't have looked smugger if he tried.

"Congratulations," Harry said, delighted for Draco, but feeling incredibly nervous about his own results now. "You did brilliantly."

"Open yours," Draco said, taking Lily from him to continue feeding her. Harry took a deep breath, reached for his own envelope, and slid it open. He took the slip from it, opened it, and glanced down.