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Gay wasn't enough to describe their relationship, they weren't gay. Friends wasn't right either. Lovers? Acquaintances? They knew what everyone else told them, that they were enemies, but they didn't feel like enemies.
It was post-battle of Hogwarts, and Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter were living together, soon to be married for the sake of publicity. Lucius's idea. They lived in the west wing of the Malfoy Manor, but they weren't together. They lived in separate rooms, ate in separate rooms. They never saw each other. But tonight, they would.
Draco couldn't sleep. Harry and his marriage would be in a month, and they still had no idea what they were to each other. There was a whimper from the room next to his own. Harry's room. Draco stood slowly, walking gingerly through the blinding darkness.
He gripped the doorknob with a steady hand, pulling in a deep breath, then releasing it through his mouth. He was really about to do this. Draco pulled the door open, light from the hall flooding his eyes. He walked through the hall. It was just a few steps, but it felt like an eternity. The whimper only grew louder as he neared his betrothed's room.
If it was just a few years ago, Draco would have kicked the door open and yelled at harry to shut the hell up and let him sleep, but now?
Light flooded the room Harry resided in. It was clean. Cleaner than even his own. His blinds were shut tightly, his clothes folded neatly in the corner, and his bed looked as if it had never been used before.
Draco found Harry, his head between his knees and his eyes squeezed shut. It was painful to watch.
"Harry?" Draco tested.
Harry only whimpered louder. Draco walked in large, striving steps towards Harry.
"Harry Potter, will you please stand and face me?" he didn't.
With a roll of his eyes, Draco slid down the wall to sit next to Harry, placing a gentle hand on his knee. He squeezed Harry's knee tightly, trying to ground him a bit. It seemed to work because a minute later, Harry was looking around the room with a confused look in his eyes.
Harry's eyes finally landed on Draco, his comforting hand still on his knee.
"Are you ok?" Draco asked softly.
"Yeah... I'm fine," Harry insisted, though his voice broke sharply.
"It's alright, you don't have to tell me, at least not yet." Draco's voice comforted Harry, quite to his disliking, so Harry began to speak.
"I was... I was trying to sleep and." Harry gasped, tears stinging the corners of his eyes. Draco rubbed small circles along the back of Harry's neck. "The darkness, it was... closing me in. And... I remembered."
"What did you remember?"
"I remembered being thrown in the cupboard for days at a time, I remembered being starved, being beaten. I remembered my bones jutting out of thin, yellow and blue skin." Draco was shocked. He was always under the impression that Harry was the spoiled rich brat he was always told Harty was. "I- I'm sorry. I shouldn't dump this on you."
Harry began to stand, but Draco stood with him, pulling at Harry's shoulders to bring him closer. Their lips connected, just for a moment, but there were sparks. Sparks that ran from the tops of their heads down to the souls of their feet.
Draco pulled Harry into a hug that lasted longer than either of them had expected, though neither complained.
"Why don't you sleep in my room tonight?" Draco asked through Harry's rat's nest that he calls hair. He would have to fix that.
Harry nodded slowly, allowing himself to be walked out of his room and into the room next door. They slept both slept peacefully through the night, Draco holding Harry as tightly as he could, even when he lost consciousness and fell into sleep.
The wedding was postponed, due to fact that harry was completely and thoroughly sick. Just the thought of food made him feel nauseous. Draco had to spell food into his stomach, though even that wouldn't sit well.
Harry moved into Draco's room a few days after the "incident." It didn't take long, Harry didn't have much to move.
After yet another month of sickness, Draco called a healer for Harry.
"Impossible," The healer said in aw. "You, Mr. Potter, are pregnant."
"What?" Draco couldn't believe it. He knew it was possible, just nearly.
"Pregnant. Mr. Potter is Pregnant. I will be sending some potions and papers to your residence later today, but I have many clients and must be going now."
The healer left through the flu, leaving the two boys to sit in excitement and confusion.
"We're going to be parents... together," Harry said in a whisper.
"Do you... want this?" Draco had to ask.
Harry nodded. "I always wanted a large family, once I knew I was marrying you, I thought I would never have that. Now I will. Do you... want this?"
"Yes." It was a short answer, though definitive.
Their wedding was a month later, after Harry's morning sickness had subsided. He was beginning to show, though no one could see through his suit. It was a joyous day, one of love. They were congratulated by many, if not all, though most believed this all was an unwanted and arranged marriage. But that was alright. No one needed to know the love they share.
Hermione and Ron were there too, they were happy for Harry, even if they still believed Draco was a spoiled blood-purist. It was a perfect day.
Six months later, Draco and Harry welcomed a beautiful baby boy into the world, Scorpios Severus Malfoy. He was the first of many, many children, and he was heavily loved. Not only by his fathers, but also his auntie Hermione, uncle Ron, grandma Weasley, grandpa Weasley, even Lucius loved the boy, even if he didn't understand the love Draco and Harry shared.
Gay wasn't enough to describe their relationship, they were gay, but it wasn't enough. Friends wasn't right either. Lovers? Acquaintances? They knew what everyone else told them, that they were enemies, but they didn't feel like enemies. But finally, they understood. They were, each other's special other. Whatever that means.