Draco walked back to his private dorm with Harry, who had taken the box and carried it for him. Draco wiped his eyes and guided him through the halls and showed him the door to his room.

"Bus shelter," he said, having a portrait open.

Draco sighed as he walked in the room. "Only one bed."

"You don't want to share a bed?" Harry asked as he set the box down on the floor.

Draco looked over at him. "You literally just apologized for saying You didn't want me or my baby and you just expect hugs and kisses from me?"

"Okay okay, I'll morph it into two beds." Harry said.

"Just leave it." Draco sighed. He flopped down on the bed and cuddled into the pillows.

"Why did you say all of that to me?" Draco asked. Harry took off his glasses and laid back on the bed.

"I was stressed. I was mad at Ron for making you have that panic thing. I wasn't ready to be a father." Harry told him.

"And what, you think I'm not?" Draco asked. "I'm scared out of my mind to have this baby. I'm eighteen and pregnant, I'm a disgrace to my family for being gay, I have no clue how to parent, and I'm not ready to be a dad."

"Why didn't you-"

"What? What are you going to say? Abort it? YOU WANTED ME TO KILL MY BABY-?!"

"No! Draco, calm down! I was going to say why didn't you just see if you could put it up for adoption?" Harry asked.

"That's just as worse, Harry!" Draco yelled. "I want to know my child!"

"Okay, so we keep it. I'm sorry I made you mad, okay?" Harry said softly.

"Okay." Draco mumbled. He sighed and leaned back against the bed frame. "You just had to keep going, didn't you? Make me feel horrible because I didn't know I could get pregnant. I already told you, if I knew, I would have told you to use protection."

"I know, and I'm really sorry." Harry told him sincerely.

"It's going to take some time before I can fully trust you. I'm still afraid that you're going to yell at me again." Draco mumbled into the covers of his bed.

"I really am sorry, Draco. I know you need time, but remember that I'm sorry, okay?" Harry asked him. Draco nodded.

"Hold me." Draco demanded as he scooted over to Harry.

"Why?" Harry asked. Wrong move.

"Potter I swear, I'm a hormonal mess and I want to be held before I break down and cry all over the bed." Draco said as he laid his head on Harry's chest.

Harry let out a breathy chuckle and wrapped his arms around Draco.