Oops, we're dads. (DRARRY)

Chapter 6: That's Awkward

Harry groaned as Ron kicked in his highchair, tears flooding from his eyes and loud cries escaping from his lips.

''Come on, Ron! Stop being so stubborn!'' Harry commanded, his voice rough and harsh. But the strict voice only made the ginger Gryffindor cry even harder. Harry put down the fork he was trying to feed the baby with, groaning once more. ''Malfoy! What the hell are you doing, and why aren't you helping me!?'' He shouted, scanning the room for the Slytherin, but he wasn't in sight. Harry gave an exasperated sigh, standing from his seated position and facing the crying Ron once more.

Harry picked the baby from his highchair, causing the baby to cry even more. Ignoring his tearful kicks, Harry carried him to Ron's bedroom, placing him gently in the crib. The ginger Gryffindor immediately stopped crying, and began to kick its legs playfully as it cooed at the dangling paper butterflies that hung on the ceiling. Harry sighed in relief. The baby had finally stopped crying. As he left the room, he mumbled, ''Nox'' Causing the lights to turn off, and shut the door quietly.

Exiting the bedroom and entering the hall, he wiped his forehead in relief, sighing. After a rough first day with the new baby, he recalled that he had done everything by himself. Malfoy hadn't helped him at all. He shook his head irritably as he walked to the master bedroom, hastily opening the door.

''Thanks for the help, Malfoy!'' He said sarcastically, clearly irritated. When Harry heard no response, he mumbled, ''lumos'' and rolled his eyes when he found the Slytherin fast asleep.

''Damn Slytherin...'' He mumbled to himself, crossing his arms irritably. ''He's doing everything tomorrow.'' He said, turning off the lights once more as he stepped towards the door to exit. But before he could, he paused in his tracks when Malfoy began to speak.

''Potter...'' He mumbled quietly, shifting in his sleep. Harry tilted his head slightly as he turned to face the sleeping boy, puzzled. Did he just say Potter?

''Yeah, what do you want?'' Harry quizzed, crossing his arms as he awaited a response, but no more words came from his lips. Harry frowned. Was he dreaming about him? How creepy...

Once he exited the bedroom, he walked to the main living area and laid himself on one of the hard couches. They were extremely uncomfortable, but it was all he had. He quickly fell asleep, still thinking about how Malfoy mumbled his name in his sleep.

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Draco woke up later that night, finding himself in the dorm's bedroom by himself. He sat himself up in the bed, rubbing his eyes groggily and yawning. He stood from the bed, craving water. He quietly creaked the bedroom door open, careful as to not make a noise. By this time, it was extremely dark in the dorm, and Draco had no choice but to use his wand as the only source of light. ''Lumos.'' He mumbled, lifting his wand as he walked to the kitchen. On his way to the kitchen, however, he cut through the living area, where Potter was sleeping soundly on the couch.

He rolled his eyes as he examined the sleeping boy closely. He wasn't going to say it aloud, but the Gryffindor looked very attractive. He breathed heavily in his sleep, and looked very peaceful. Draco tutted, beginning to walk past the sleeping boy. Before he got very far, however, his eyes widened when he tripped over one of Ron's toys, causing him to fall onto Harry's sleeping body. Their faces were very few inches apart at this time, and Draco could feel Harry's breath on his pale face.

It all happened so fast, and before Draco could remove himself from Harry, the boy's eyes lids opened to reveal his light green eyes.

"M-Malfoy?" He yawned, hovering his hand over his mouth as to cover its vulnerability. Draco froze, his cheeks beginning to burn as the Gryffindor groggily rubbed his eyes. Draco could tell that Harry was definitely not fully awake yet, because he didn't seem to mind the awkward position that the two boys were in. After a few moments, however, Harry's eyes widened, and his cheeks turned a light pink.

"W-What are you doing!?" He gasped, sneering. He couldn't escape under the Slytherin's body, or push him away. He was far too weak, and might I remind you--he had just woken up. But that didn't stop him from squirming under the blonde's dominance.

Draco quickly removed himself from atop the Gryffindor, avoiding any kind of eye contact as he sat at the edge of the couch, covering his mouth.

Harry hastily sat up, his face still red from the extremely awkward encounter.

"What the hell?" He whispered, avoiding Draco's eyes as well. Draco internally groaned and stood up once more, trying his best to recover from the harsh embarrassment. He turned to face Harry once more, frowning.

"Don't think I was trying to pull a move on you or anything weird, Potter!" He said, rolling his eyes as he pretended to be tough. "I merely tripped and fell on you. That's all." He promised, quickly turning away as he began to walk off, leaving Harry to his own thoughts.

Harry imagined that things from now on we're going to start being very, very awkward.

And indeed, he was right.