Disclaimer: I WISH!

Rating: T

Warning: Male/male love and talk of mpreg

A/N: This is the sequel to my ficlet First Kisses. It might make more sense if you read First Kisses, I'm not sure. Anyway, there is going to be one chapter per week and sinse there is going to be three months, 12 chapters are planned. It's gonna take me a bit but I plan to have this fic done by the end of this month. Hopefully.

Please ENJOY!

Edit: I fixed minor grammatical errors and updated to include the full chapter. Uploaded the wrong document. Whoops!

Harry's POV

The ride home was interesting. Dudley had noticed me pocket my pendant and tried to convince me to show him until I told him for the first day after school we were allowed to practice magic. He shut up pretty fast, though now I realize I should have said all summer. So, after I threatened Dudley, Vernon threatened me, and Petunia nervously wrung her hands, the silence was only broken by Dudley's occasional angry mutterings.

When we got home I dragged my trunk upstairs, got in my room, and waited for the owl that was sure to come. Around eleven that night poor Pig, Ron's owl, tapped on my window. I took the letter from him and let him eat some of Hedwig's food. Hedwig thankfully ignored him. I opened the letter and grinned lightly. This appeared to be a written transcript of an interesting conversation between Ron and Hermione:

Dear Har-

WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!?!

Ron there is no reason to yell.

YES THERE IS! HE KISSED MALFOY!

Yes, well, if you don't calm down I will send you out of your own room.

How could he kiss MALFOY!? I didn't even know he was gay.

Is that the problem?

Hell no! I would still...am still Harry's friend. I just wish he had told me.

Would you have excepted him if he just told you he was dating Malfoy? If that's what he's doing.

I don't know. I might consider sending him to St. Mongo's to have them check to see if he's okay. You know, make sure Malfoy isn't controlling him or something.

I'm sure Malfoy's not controlling him. And if he is, we'll both kick Malfoy's butt.

Good.

I could practically see Ron collapse onto his bed at this point.

I just don't get why he would willingly kiss Malfoy.

Maybe they have gotten past their differences.

Didn't seem like it at school. If it weren't for the fact that the rest of my family was sure they saw it too I would think I had gone crazy. Maybe THEIR crazy! Okay, probably not.

I can not believe you just called Harry crazy. You know he's gonna read you calling him crazy.

Sorry, Harry!

Anyways, Harry we expect to hear the story since you so rudely left after that kiss. Pig will not leave until he gets your letter so start writing.

Yeah!Good Pig.

Seeya, Hermione

Bye.

Wow, my friends are strange. I walked over to my trunk and got the supplies to write back. After dipping my quill in the ink I started scratching along the surface of the parchment. I wrote at least ten letters before finding one that told them the brief story, deciding to not recount every kiss. Leave them guessing. I gave the letter to Pig and shooed him out of my room before collapsing on my bed. I was asleep in minutes.

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I was woken by an incessant tapping on my window. I groggily adjusted my glasses and looked over to see an unfamiliar barn owl. I opened my window and it swooped in and landed on the back of my desk chair. It's elegant foot stuck out, a letter weighing it down. I grabbed the letter and the owl swooped out again. I looked at the elegant green ink proclaiming my name for a second before carefully opening it. I bounced back on my bed to read it.

I'm in Spain. Bloody SPAIN!

Apparently my parents are going to take me on a European tour. I think this is our fault. Not that I am unhappy about our last kiss (except for the whole 'last' part), but they were a little shocked to find me kissing the Boy-Who-Lived, to say the least.

Anyways, back to the I'm in Spain problem. I hate Spain. You know they speak Spanish here. I hate Spanish. I hate this whole damnable country. I feel really far away from you now. There's a literal ocean between us. Well, part of one. It sucks!

I'm done ranting. How was your trip home? I know your relatives didn't see you kiss me, but still, any problems? Did the Weasley's owl you yet? Or were you chased out to your relatives? That would've been funny.

I miss you, I love you,

Draco

P.S. I KNOW your not wearing the pendant. Put it on!

How did he know I wasn't wearing it? I shrugged and got the pendant out of my pocket, sliding the fine silver chain over my hands. It was a long chain, long enough that when I put it on it rested on my chest so I could easily hide it. That was good.

As I got dressed I pondered how to respond to his letter. I grinned when I figured it out and quickly sat down to write it out.

A European tour? Wow, your parents really don't want you near me do they.

I'm sorry that your going to have to deal with your parents for the rest of the summer. I have a feeling they are going to be really annoying. Tell me all the details of everything they do.

My trip home was fairly normal. I lied to my cousin and told him we were allowed to do magic for the rest of the day so he would stop bugging me about the pendant. I should have said we were allowed to do any magic this year. Whoops. Ron and Hermione owled me. It was funny. Apparently they transcribed what they were saying. It's really interesting. Though Ron thinks I may have to go to St. Mongo's to make sure your not controlling me. I was not chased out but that would've been funny. My aunt and uncle's faces if they had seen a bunch of redheaded wizards chasing me. Wow.

I miss you and love you, too,

Harry

P.S. How did you know I wasn't wearing the pendant? Did you enchant it?

I gave Hedwig the letter and sent her on her way. I mentally prepared as I went downstairs and entered the kitchen. Breakfast was already made and I sat down hoping the Dursleys would ignore me. I should really stop hoping things like that.

"What's that?" Dudley asked, gesturing his fat hand at my pendant.

"A gift." I replied praying he wouldn't ask more about it.

"Let me see it." I shrugged and pulled it out of my shirt. There was a gasp from the Dursleys. This made me look up.

"Who would give you THAT?" Dudley pointed a shaking finger at my pendant.

I grinned before calmly saying. "My boyfriend." I grabbed some lightly burned sausage.

"Your WHAT?!" Uncle Vernon yelled at me.

"My boy-fri-end." I said slowly before biting down on a sausage.

Vernon's face started turning that all to familiar purple color that it got when he was angry. Petunia quickly rushed to his side and calmly said, "At least they can't have more children like them."

I laughed lightly. "Of course we can. Dracy and I are going to have many children. We are wizards you know. Not that hard for us to have babies." At this point I was making everything up but the Dursleys faces were so priceless that I didn't even think of stopping.

"You...can have...kids?" Vernon wheezed out.

"Yep!" I happy poured syrup on my pancakes.

"Oh, my." Petunia sat down slowly. I continued to grin.

"They have an entire ward of the magical hospital dedicated to male pregnancy." Vernon gagged. "It's an interesting ward. All those happy pregnant gay couples walking around talking to equally happy nurses and doctors. It's truly beautiful." I sighed and stared at the ceiling as if remembering the ward of the hospital. I was actually imagining Draco's face if he'd been here. I would have to mention this in my next letter.

"I...um...er...GO TO YOUR ROOM!" Vernon jumped up and pointed upstairs. I looked at him, red-faced with his mustache quivering.

"I'm not finished eating." I gestured at my plate of food.

"I don't care! ROOM! NOW!"

"You can't order me around!"

"Don't think I'm scared of you! You can't use...you know!"

I laughed, mostly at his inability to say magic. "No but Dracy's dad enchanted the pendant. As long as it is on my body I can not be harmed." I stood up straight.

"FINE!" He sat back down, fuming. The rest of the meal made it look like I wasn't there. The only sign that I was there was Dudley slowly trying to scoot away from me. He was so fat that it didn't really work.

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The next two days consisted of me hiding in my room so I did not have to deal with being ignored by everyone else in the house. I got a letter back from Hermione telling me that she and Ron accepted this new relationship. That was the entirety of the letter. I wrote back asking what that meant. I didn't get another letter from Draco until Thursday. The post script worried me. The main body of the letter was him responding to mine, including him admitting that, yes, he did enchant the pendant. The post script was...different.

P.S. You know I love you, right? I love your hair and eyes and skin and personality, I love everything about you. You know that, without a doubt, right? And you love me? Without a doubt? I am the only person on your thoughts? You dream about me, and all that? Right?

This worried me greatly. He sounded so weird. So, I responded the main body of his letter normally, adding in the story with the Dursleys, and ended with this:

P.S. Of course I know you love me. And I love you. Why? What's wrong?

The next three days I sat around waiting for his response and ignoring Dudley trying to convince me that his friend was a jewelry expert. I finally got a letter on Monday.