Second Childhood
Wow. Well, this is my first fic, and I'm actually writing it. I just hope it doesn't suck too badly.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own the world of Harry Potter. J.K.Rowling does.
Warnings: slash, ppl!
Snape swept into the classroom, robes billowing behind him as usual. "Today we will be making a healing potion called Heilendes. The method as on the board, the ingredients on the table. You will work in assigned pairs. Weasley and Goyle. Granger and Parkinson. Potter and Malfoy. Longbottom and Crabbe. Zabini and Patil. Bulstrode and Brown. At the end of the lesson, the Gryffindor in each partner will test the potion. You may begin."
All the sixth year students groaned, annoyed they had all made it into advanced potions. Neville Longbottom whimpered in fear of the large boy as he picked up his books to move to Crabbe's table. He looked pleadingly at Harry, and the raven-haired boy just shrugged helplessly at Neville. He moved to sit next to his assigned partner, pasting the expected sneer on his face.
Severus Snape was by no means a stupid man. He had paired Draco and Harry together not because he was simply a sadistic bastard who wanted to see his students suffer, but because he knew that the two boys were in an unlikely relationship. In fact, he was convinced that his godson was in love with Harry, and that The-Boy-Who-Lived returned the feelings. He smirked slightly as he watched the two boys exchanging the customary insults, knowing he was one of maybe 3 people in his classroom that knew the relationship of the two boys. He knew that Blaise, Draco's best friend, had walked in on them once when they were snogging, and he shuddered at the mental image. He suspected that Hermione Granger had figured it out too; her deductive and observing skills were greater than anyone thought. Severus himself had found out about Draco and Harry when the slytherin boy had been under veritaserum. He smiled, watching the two boys, knowing full well that they were holding hands under the table. He knew that the time the two boys could spend together was limited, and his contribution to their happiness was to pair then up in potions, even if their marks suffered a little.
Vincent Crabbe turned around to talk to Draco, as he was sitting a seat in front of the blond. "Hey, Draco, watcha doing after class?" he asked.
"I'm going to go to my Ancient Runes class, Vin," Draco explained patiently. Harry snickered as the large boy turned red slowly. As Crabbe swung back around in his seat to face the front, his thick arm knocked a pile of cardellein pods into their cauldron. Harry and Draco looked at each other in dismay. "Um, I don't suppose you know what that's gonna do to our potion, do you D-Malfoy?" Harry said, somewhat nervously.
"Not a clue," replied Draco nonchalantly, but for those who knew what to look for, there was worry in his eyes. They continued working in silence, until Snape's voice cut sharply through the air. "Your potions should be ready. Gryffindors, test your potions now."
Draco and Harry exchanged one more apprehensive look, before Harry made a small slit in his. Then he knocked back a vial of the foul-smelling, bright pink potion, making a face at the test. Draco watched his boyfriend anxiously, fairly certain that the cut wasn't going to simply heal itself with no repercussions. For a second, nothing happened, and Harry relaxed, thinking they'd managed to concoct a defective potion, with no uses. Then, with a small pop, Harry disappeared, his robes falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. Everyone turned slowly to stare at the space the world's savior had once been.
Not noticing the small lump in the pile of robes, Hermione and Ron both inquisitively turned to the Potions Master, and said, "Where did he go?"
Inside the vicinity of the empty robes, a small voice squeaked "'Aco?"
Draco looked at Snape, and received a nod. Cautiously, with his foot, he nudged aside the offending material, revealing a small toddler, with midnight-colored hair, and the oh-so-familiar lightning shaped scar
There was a collective gas from the class, and Ron clamped his hand over his mouth. "Oh, god," Draco muttered under his breath.
The child turned slowly to take in all the faces. He whimpered, inching closer to Draco. Hermione was the first to recover from her shock, and she swooped down to pick up Harry. Harry started to cry softly, and Hermione rubbed his back soothingly. "Want Draco," Harry sniveled into her shoulder, his voice coming out muffled. "Dra- oh," unused to the use of Draco's given name, she didn't realize who Harry had meant. She rocked him in her arms, desperately trying to stop Harry's increasingly louder sobs. She tried handing him to Ron, who looked terrified, holding his best friend away from his body. Harry just cried louder. "Want Draco," he repeated, stretching out his arms to the slytherin, the expression on his face beseeching.
Ron reluctantly handed the bawling Harry to Draco, who, though shocked, immediately held the child. He cradled him almost preciously, and mimicked Hermione rubbing his back. Harry's sobs slowly reduced to hiccups, and the class, as a whole, let out an unconsciously held breath. "Oh, fuck," Snape and Draco swore together. Most of the class, excluding Draco, Snape and Ron, tried as hard as they could to stifle the laughter at the sight of the aptly named 'Ice Prince of Slytherin' cradling his worst enemy. Snape shut most of them up with his death glare. "Class dismissed," he snarled. "Granger, Weasley, Draco, follow me."