A/N: No beta, all mistakes are my own. Some warnings: slash, mpreg, grey!Harry, language, and some sexual situations. This story will not be updated regularly. I also want to apologize for this chapter being so short, but this story has me stuck and it was liking pulling teeth just to get this much.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Harry POV

August 2nd, 1998

Draco laid Harry down on the bed. Harry clung to him. "Stay, Draco. Need you to stay." Harry kissed his face, from cheek to neck. And then Harry bit him, just hard enough to draw red to the skin. Just enough to break Draco's resolve.

Draco pressed Harry into the bed, kissing him back. Harry's legs wrapped around him and Draco shuddered. He could feel Harry hard against his bellybutton, rutting.

"Okay. Wait." Draco inched away barely as Harry licked over his lips, just the barest of touch and about the sexiest thing Draco had ever felt. He closed his eyes.

"I know you think I'm drunk," Harry kissed him between words. "But I'm -"

"-drunk," Draco finished for him. "I love you but I have to go, it's almost curfew."

"I love you, too." Harry petted his face, fondness written all over his eyes and lips.

"Tell me again when you're sober." Draco worked open Harry's fly and took hold of Harry's cock, the weight familiar in his hand. Without taking his eyes off of Harry's, Draco jerked him off. Then he cleaned him up and kissed him again, softer, slower. "Go to sleep. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Shh, shh Sophia, you don't want to wake Daddy do you?" Harry heard a woman whisper soothingly. The baby's cries calmed and sleep tempted him back to his dreams. "That's a good girl. Your Daddy is going to be so proud of you when he wakes up."

A door opened, and then there were footsteps in the room. "Any change?" A man asked.

"No, he's still unresponsive. It hasn't been very long, so no need to worry." The woman answered.

"I was not worrying." The man replied.

Harry heard the woman laugh quietly before he once again was dreaming.

August 5th, 1998

Harry once again woke to a woman's voice, but this time it was to her singing a lullaby. He slowly opened his eyes, everything was blurry and his eyes were heavy. He waited until she was finished singing before trying to speak; he needed to find out where he was.

"T-hat," he stopped to clear his throat, it was dry from disuse. He tried again. "T-hat was beautiful."

There was movement, Harry could see the woman standing from a chair and laying something behind her, and then she was next to him. "Oh good you're awake. Severus has been worried sick."

It was a relief to know that Snape was here somewhere, but everything was still too blurry to see who was talking to him.

"Who are you? Where am I?" Harry started coughing, his throat was parched. "C-can I get s-some water please." He asked between his coughs.

"Of course, let me call a house-elf. Dotty!" There was a pop and another shape materialized. "Bring a glass of water please and tell Severus that Harry is awake."

"Yes Mistress." Another pop signaled Harry to Dotty leaving, but seconds later there was another pop and a familiar voice saying, "Here is the water Mistress. I be telling Snapey and he is being on his way."

"Thank you Dotty." With a pop the house-elf was gone once again. "Let me help you with the water, Severus should be here soon and we can discuss what's been going on while you were asleep."

Harry gratefully let the woman help him drink the water. It felt great on his throat; he was thirstier then he thought and ended up gulping the water down. Just as he finished, the door opened and a blurry figure walked to the other side of the bed Harry had been sleeping in.

Harry watched as the big blob of black got closer to him, "Snape?"

"Yes," replied the potions master, "are you in pain?"

Harry shook his head, "No, well my throat still feels like I swallowed some sand, but other than that no." Harry swallowed, hating to have to even ask such a thing, but needing to the answer regardless. "Why, how am I still alive?"

Snape sneered, for all the good it did since Harry couldn't see him. "Did you truly believe that I would allow you to leave your daughter an orphan?"

Harry glared in the blob's direction, "She wouldn't have been an orphan, the Malfoys take care of their own, and have you forgotten that she has another parent that would have been alive?"

"No, I merely don't think he deserves the title."

"Well too bad for you, because I do."

"Enough," the woman said, "the point is moot now anyways. Harry, you asked how you are alive, the answer is simple, Severus used a very powerful stasis charm, and you latched onto Sophia instead of a bonded mate. Thus allowing you to live." She made no mentions of all of the potions Severus had injected or the few times they weren't sure he would make it, he had no need to know any of that. The only thing that matter was that he was awake.

"Oh," Harry said dumbly for lack anything better to say and then asked, "who are you?"

Narcissa chuckled, "How foolish of me, I'm sorry Harry, I forgot the only time we've talked was while you were screaming in pain and you might not recognize my voice."

"Mrs. Malfoy?" Harry blurted before she could continue. Had she been singing to Sophia?

"Yes dear."

"Is-is Sophia here?" Harry softly asked. "Was that who you were singing to earlier?"

Narcissa smiled at him. "Yes, she's over in her crib right now. Do you want to hold her?"

Harry cleared his throat. "Please."

She went and retrieved Sophia from her crib, smiling softly at her granddaughter whose big green eyes blinked sleepily at her. She carefully handed the baby to Harry who held her like she would shatter at the gentlest touch. She didn't mention the tears falling down his face.

Harry couldn't see his daughter very well, just a patch of white which had to be her hair, and a bigger spot of pink which was probably the soft blanket he felt, but he didn't need to see her to know she was the most beautiful baby ever.

A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter!