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“Wonderful news,” Ms. Singleton announced through the floo. “Your surrogate witch is right on schedule and ready to receive your specimen.”
“When?” Harry asked.
“There’s a very small window in terms of artificial insemination. We’d like you to come in tomorrow morning.”
“But our students are due to arrive then. What about the day after?”
Singleton frowned. “You could take a chance, I suppose, but tomorrow morning would be most ideal.”
Not wanting to take even a tiny chance at losing their opportunity, Harry swiftly agreed. “We’ll be there first thing in the morning. Thank you!”
Moments after the floo call ended, Draco stepped out of the loo, towel drying his hair.
“Did I hear you talking to someone?”
“Yes, Ms. Singleton called while you were showering. She wants us to come in tomorrow for the procedure.”
“But, the students . . .”
“I know. But if we miss it, we may have to wait another month,” Harry said. “It won’t take long. We can go there and be back before the sorting ceremony with any luck.”
“McGonagall will never go for it, Harry. She won’t want two heads of House gone. Perhaps you should go alone.”
“No, I need you to be there. I’ll talk to Minerva. I’m sure she’ll understand. She always has some long winded speech to make before the sorting begins anyway.”
Draco laughed. “Don’t put it like that to her. If she says it’s all right, I’ll go. But be prepared for her to say no.”

***

Harry received permission from the Headmistress for Draco and himself to leave Hogwarts briefly on September first. Though she wasn’t thrilled at having them both gone, she understood how important it was for Harry to have Draco by his side. She confided to him that she was looking forward to being the first Headmistress to welcome a family into the castle.
Draco and Harry woke early in anticipation that morning. They stood on the doorstep of the Progeny by Proxy a full seventeen minutes when the door finally opened at half nine.
“Eager, are we?” the girl who answered the door giggled.
“We need to get back to school as soon as possible,” Harry explained.
She handed Harry a small plastic cup with a lid. “You can use that loo right there,” she pointed. “There are magazines and photos to help you.”
The girl walked back behind the desk and sat down to do some paperwork, leaving Harry and Draco both embarrassed.
“Um, I guess I’ll wait out here,” Draco stammered.
“No, you have to help me,” Harry pleaded. “What if I get too nervous or something and I can’t . . .”
“You’ve never had trouble wanking before,” smirked Draco.
“There’s never been someone’s life depending on it.”
Rolling his eyes, Draco took Harry’s arm and pulled him into the loo. He locked the door behind them.
Immediately, Harry latched his lips onto Draco’s, kissing him feverishly. His hands groped and squeezed Draco’s arse while he ground against him.
“Harry,” Draco said, gently pushing him back. “You need to relax.” He caressed the side of Harry’s face with the back of his hand. “You don’t want to remember our child’s beginnings as a rushed encounter in a sterile office loo, do you?”
Harry shook his head, then took a deep breath.
Moving forward, Draco kissed Harry gently and leisurely as though they had all the time in the world. His hands touched Harry’s bare arms softly, causing gooseflesh to rise.
“Je t’aime,” he whispered in Harry’s ear. He unzipped the fly on Harry’s trousers and slipped his hand inside.
Harry moaned, and quickly covered his mouth. “Do you think she heard that out there?”
“It’s not as if she doesn’t know what’s going on in here,” Draco countered.
Before long, they were both caught up in the moment, nearly forgetting there was a purpose to jerking in a public lavatory. Harry had returned the favor and was stroking Draco along with him.
“I’m getting close,” Harry said. “Are you?”
“Yes.”
“I need the cup.” With his free hand, Harry picked up the specimen cup and held it at the ready.
“Harry, let go of me. We need to concentrate on you making it into that cup.”
“Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing. I can multitask.” Harry tightened his grip on Draco.
“Fuck, Harry,” Draco grunted and sped up his movements on Harry’s cock, trying to get him to cum before himself.
“I’m ready,” murmured Harry. “Cum with me.”
Draco closed his eyes and allowed himself to get carried away. As his own orgasm neared, he opened his eyes to watch Harry.
But when Harry began to spill his seed, he moved the cup away, leaving it to fall to the floor.
“What are you doing?” Draco asked frantically. At that point, he was powerless to stop himself from releasing.
Swiftly moving the cup into place, Harry caught most of Draco’s load.
“Why did you do that?” Draco was clearly upset, despite the sexual escapade.
Screwing the cap on the bottle, Harry answered, “You know why.”
“But you tricked me.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” Yet Harry didn’t look particularly sorry.
“I won’t let you use it.”
Harry frowned. “But you have to. Otherwise we’ll have to wait another month.”
Draco turned away as he zipped up his trousers. “I . . . you took it from me,” he said quietly. “I feel . . .”
“You feel what?” Harry asked. Slowly his jaw dropped. “Violated?”
“I didn’t say that,” Draco replied, but still didn’t meet Harry’s eye.
“Oh, Draco, I’m so sorry.” Harry took the cup and walked to the rubbish bin.
“Wait!” Draco stopped him from tossing it in.
“This wasn’t my intention,” Harry said. “This can’t be how our child’s life begins. Can you please forgive me? I just wanted so badly for you to be the father.”
He stepped on the small pedal to lift the lid of the bin.
“You really want me to father our baby? You weren’t just being humble?”
Harry chuckled. “No. I genuinely do. I know I agreed to doing it, because, well, one of us had to give in. Then I had this daft idea.”
Draco looked at the cup Harry was about to drop into the trash.
“If you really mean that, we can use it.”
“Are you certain?”
Nodding, Draco answered, “I’m certain. But if you have any doubts . . .”
“I don’t. We’d better get this off to the lab straightaway,” Harry said.
“But Harry, the lab is going to think it’s your sample. What if there’s something wrong with mine?”
“You’re perfect. What could be wrong with it?”
Harry grinned and kissed Draco. He grabbed his husband’s hand and pulled him out of the loo, toward the lab. They submitted their sample and apparated back to Hogwarts, missing the sorting of only two students.

***

“Hello, what’s this?” Draco grinned, walking into their quarters to find Harry sitting on the sofa with a spread of cheeses, fruit and champagne.
“We’re celebrating,” Harry told him. “Come, sit down.”
Draco dropped his satchel by the door and joined Harry.
“And what are we celebrating?”
“Actually, a couple of things.” Harry picked up a fluted glass and handed it to the Potions professor. “First off, I’ve finished the first draft of my book. I’ve sent it to Hermione for some editing and critiquing. Not to mention, she and Ron may recall some details better than I have.”
“That’s brilliant, Harry. You wrote that awfully quickly.”
“It wrote itself, really. The story was all there. I simply had to get it out is all.”
“But still, in just a few months. I don’t think I would have been able to do that. Well done.”
Draco gave him a lingering kiss.
When he pulled back he asked, “And what’s the other thing?”
“It’s official. We’re pregnant. Ms. Singleton floo called while you were in class.”
Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, Draco hugged Harry fiercely. He ended up doing both.
Wiping away a tear, Harry said, “Don’t worry, I did the same thing. I’m so happy. I knew it would work.”
“When . . . when will he . . . she . . ?”
“The baby is due June fifteenth.”
“Perfect. Term will be over by then.” The smile seemed plastered to Draco’s face.
Harry nodded. “Belinda is feeling very poorly. But Ms. Singleton said that was perfectly normal. It’s actually better than if she showed no symptoms. A strong reaction means a strong child.” Harry laughed. “She probably made that up to make me feel less guilty.”
“And you still don’t have any regrets that this baby is mine?”
“Absolutely not,” Harry said emphatically. “Maybe, if we decide to have another, we can contract Belinda again, and I’ll be the donor. That way they’ll at least be half siblings.”
“I’d like that Harry. Very much. I don’t know how I got so lucky,” Draco said softly.
“You mean, how we got so lucky. I never would have imagined any of this two years ago.”
“That’s an understatement,” Draco snickered. “Two years ago Pansy was still setting me up with pretty boys and you weren’t even out yet. And now look at us, about to be parents.”
Harry leered. “You’re going to be the sexiest father ever.”
“That would be you,” Draco retorted. He took a sip of champagne. “I think we need to continue celebrating in the bedroom. We’ll have to get in all the fucking we can before the baby is born.”
He stood, holding out his hand for Harry to take. Wordlessly, they strolled to the bed, beginning to undress as they did. They made love, simply, emotionally, and oblivious of the rest of the world.

***

Harry jumped in his chair in the library when Draco burst through the door out of breath. He had been staring at a parchment for the previous ten minutes in disbelief. The paper had floated to the floor, landing at Draco’s feet.
“Harry,” Draco panted. He glanced down. “What’s this?” he asked, bending down to pick it up.
“It’s— wait, what were you going to say?”
Quickly scanning the letter, Draco gasped. “Harry, this is wonderful. When did you get this?”
“An owl came about fifteen minutes ago,” Harry replied.
“But this is a muggle publisher. It came by owl?”
“I gave a false address to the post office. Someone from the Ministry owlery picks up mail and sends it out to wizards’ real addresses.”
“Oh, I didn’t know there was such a service,” Draco said, then grinned. “I can’t believe they’re going to publish your book.”
“I know. I wasn’t expecting it to happen so soon.” Harry stood and pointed at the bottom of the parchment. “And look, they want to make it a series.”
Draco kissed Harry. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you. But if it weren’t for your encouragement, I never would have done it.”
Then Harry suddenly remembered. “Why are you here? Don’t you have a N.E.W.T. study session?”
“Oh, Merlin, I nearly forgot, I was so excited about your news.” He braced Harry’s shoulders and grinned. “It’s time. McGonagall took a floo call from St. Mungo’s. She told me to come get you and leave. She’ll find someone to cover study sessions and proctoring for us as long as we need.”
Harry stood in shock. “It’s too early.”
Shaking his head, Draco assured Harry, “The healer said it could be this early, remember? It’s only a week and a half. Everything will be fine.”
Harry began to gather up his papers, but fumbled with them. Madame Pince took pity on him. “Are you all right Harry?”
“We’re going to be parents today,” Draco told her.
“Go. I’ll hold these for you,” she smiled.
“Thank you!”
“Congratulations, boys,” she called after them.
As they hurried away, Harry chuckled. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her smile before.”