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The whole thing was bizarre.
Their relationship started when Harry had been stuck at a bus stop during a heavy downpour.
When everything seemed to be going well, life threw curve balls at him. He did not manage to avoid getting soaked.
Draco had been driving by and noticed Harry sitting at the bus stop, looking like a drowned cat. Surprisingly, the blonde stopped and let Harry ruin the interior of his car.
“Do I even need to ask?” Draco frowned, looking Harry up and down. The main thing that bothered Harry was that Draco had a car. The blonde was so against Muggles and everything Muggle, so it did not make any sense.
The other odd thing was that Draco was willing to help him. They weren’t even friends.
“No.” Harry sighed. To think that that would be the first conversation that they would have after two years apart.
Harry was not sure how it turned into this. They ended up dating and decided on children via potions. So Harry was currently heavily pregnant. He thought he could not pass it off as gaining extreme weight.
“You know he’s going to blonde,” Draco said over his teacup. Harry stared at him incredulously as he drank his decaffeinated tea. Draco had refused to allow him to drink regular tea, which did not make much sense because tea wasn’t even that caffeinated, to begin with.
“Draco. Genetics don’t work like that.” Harry started, “He’s more likely to have dark hair. Not blonde.”
“We’re wizards, Harry. Our genetics don’t quite work the same as Muggle genetics.” Draco snorted.
“Why don’t we make a bet then?” Harry challenged, even though he was already calling the child Scorpius. He just wanted to be a little competitive. “If he does turn out to be blonde, I’ll let you call him Scorpius. If not, we’ll decide on another name.”
“What’s wrong with the name Scorpius?” Draco frowned. Harry couldn’t help but laugh at that.
“You want to name our child after a constellation. And you’re named after a constellation.” Harry smiled, “Maybe we should go for something more original.”
“Harry. For the hundred and fifth time. We are not naming our child Bob. I detest that name. Where on earth did you even get it from?” Draco groaned loudly. Draco didn’t know that Harry had only suggested it as a joke. But annoying his partner was a hell of a lot funnier than telling him the truth.
“How about Dick?” Harry suggested offhandedly, curious to see if Draco would also take offence to that name.
“Merlin. What am I going to do with you?” Draco growled, “Is Dick even a name?”
“Yeah. It’s short for Richard.” Harry grinned. Oh, he was going to have fun with this.
“How on earth does one get Dick from Richard?” Draco questioned aloud, not really looking for an answer. Harry snickered slightly before kissing Draco.
“How about James?” Harry asked curiously. He had always wanted to call one of his children, James.
“I like James.” Draco agreed, “We could name our next child, James.”
“You forget that this child’s name hasn’t been completely decided yet. It’s not definite that he’ll be called Scorpius.” Harry laughed, earning a hard kick from the baby, “What is with you, Malfoys, in kicking me.”
“That child is a Potter.” Draco smiled, “And I guess he’s already accepted his fate as a Scorpius. You’re now the only one who disagrees with the name.”
“I don’t disagree with it.” Harry complained, “I never imagined having a kid called Scorpius.”
“So I’m guessing that you imagined being in a relationship with me?” Draco teased, “Having my children?”
“Ha-ha. Very funny. I get your point.” Harry groaned, “And you’re carrying the next one.”
“Why not.” Draco voiced, “I’ll carry the next one.”
“I look forward to it.” Harry beamed, “Now, do I get my foot massage?”
“Of course, darling,” Draco said; the blond then gave Harry a fantastic foot massage.
A Few Weeks Later.
Harry stared at the new baby in his arms. The child was a mixture of him and Draco. As Draco said, the baby had tuffs of blond hair on his head, and Harry could not help but stare at him in awe.
“I told you he’d be blonde.” Draco smiled, kissing Harry softly. The brunette thought starting a family with Draco would feel weird, but it did not. It felt right.
“Scorpius Potter.” Harry said, “It doesn’t sound as bad as I thought.”
“He’s going to have your eyes,” Draco announced.
“Seriously. Are we doing this again?” Harry frowned.
“Just thought you should know.” Draco grinned, in turn making Harry roll his eyes.
“I swear that if you’re doing some sort of witchcraft. I am going to throttle you.” Harry sighed loudly.
“I’m just good at guessing.” Draco shrugged, “And you love me too much to throttle me.”
“I do love you too much to throttle you.” Harry laughed, “But don’t complain when you wake up with pink hair one day.”
“I think I’d look rather dashing with pink hair,” Draco stated proudly.
“Let’s see if you look dashing with no hair,” Harry suggested. The look of horror on Draco’s face was worth it.
“You wouldn’t be so evil.”
“Try me.”
Fin