A/N: I'm back! Hopefully, this story will be better than my last. I'm planning on drawing it out longer instead of packing a bunch of plot into one chapter. Also, I am going to be posting WEEKLY instead of staggered and random. I will post a new chapter every Friday (depending on my schedule since school starts next week).

DISCLAIMER: I may be blonde, but I'm not British, rich, and I certainly don't own Harry Potter. All I own is the plot and any OCs.

This is a SNARRY fic, meaning a Snape/Harry SLASH pairing. Ad it is also mpreg. And M-rated, meaning there is SEX. Male/male sex. Don't like, don't read. Don't say I didn't warn you. NO FLAMES please!

This is an eighth year fic, and Sirius and Remus are ALIVE! Remus was never with Tonks. Dumbledore is dead.

Lastly, italics (for the most part) in this story are flashbacks/details something that has already happened.

Chapter 1

"Yes! Oh Merlin, please!" Harry yelled as his boyfriend pounded into him from behind, hitting his prostate on each thrust. "There! Right there!" Harry groaned as Severus reached a hand in front of him to feel Harry's erecti on, spreading his pre-come around the tip before stroking Harry's cock once, twice, three times and then Harry was coming hard, screaming Sev's name as he did.

Snape followed shortly after, waiting a bit before pulling out of Harry's gorgeous body and lowering himself onto his bed. He sighed happily as he pulled Harry to him, kissing the back of his neck and wordlessly casting a cleaning charm over both of them. Harry smiled, turning around and kissing Severus sweetly, wanting to stay in the moment forever.

Harry and Snape had grown closer over the summer after Harry defeated the Dark Lord. Not wanting to impose on Sirius and Remus, who had gotten together shortly after the final battle, Harry stayed at Hogwarts for the summer. After seeing Snape's memories, Harry asked the man to tell him about his mother, knowing that she was his best and truest friend.

Thus began the weekly meetings the men would have in which they had tea and talked. In the beginning, Snape spoke about Lily, their friendship, her habits, her family; it took him a while to open up about their fallout, but once he did, the pair got much closer. After Snape originally opened up, everything got easier between them. Snape continued telling his younger counterpart about Lily, but he opened up about himself as well. Harry learned that the man was much more than potions; he enjoyed poetry, arithmancy, and surprisingly enough, flying.

As Harry learned more about Snape, Snape learned more about Harry. Harry told him everything; he found himself trusting his older companion despite the rocky past they shared. He told him about his childhood, the war, his feelings about coming back for eighth year, and about the rest of his life. Eventually, both men realized their feelings for each other had changed. No longer were they an odd pair of friends; no, they were more than that. Neither Harry nor Severus had chalked up enough courage to tell the other their feelings, until it blew up into a rage of sexual tension one afternoon in early July.

Harry made his way down to the dungeons quickly, anticipating his time with the man he... liked? He didn't bother knocking on the door to Snape's quarters. Instead, he just said the password and made his way inside as usual, cursing himself for staying later than he wanted to at Malfoy Manor. Severus was sitting on the couch like normal, waiting for Harry's arrival.

"Sorry I'm late," Harry said as he sat down next to Severus, helping himself to a cup of tea from the kettle that was on the coffee table. "I was with a friend."

Snape rolled his eyes, barely holding back a scathing response. "I hope you had fun on your date," he said, lying through his teeth.

"It was nice," Harry replied, smiling a bit as he remembered the afternoon. He had returned Draco Malfoy's wand and then stayed for lunch. Surprisingly enough, the blond was more than hospitable and in the end, the former arch-rivals had become fast friends. "And it wasn't a date, Severus."

"So, who was the lucky girl to have captured the golden boy's heart?" Snape asked, his eyes revealing his roiling emotions.

Harry rolled his eyes at Severus' question. "It wasn't a date, Severus. I returned Draco's wand, and then he invited me to stay for lunch. We talked, that's all. I'm not interested in him."
"Is it the Weasley chit that caught your heart, then?" Snape asked, his anger showing through in his voice.

Harry scowled, responding scathingly to Severus. "If you think that's true, then you don't know me at all, Snape."

"No, I guess I don't. I think it'd be best if we discontinue our little chats, Potter," Snape remarked, scowling at Harry as he stood up, taking the teacup out of Harry's hands and setting it down roughly on the table.

"What is your problem, Severus?" Harry yelled, standing with him.

"My problem? MY problem?" Snape replied, "I'm not the one with a problem!" Snape turned on his heel, intending to go into his bedroom and shut Harry out.

"Then why are you so pissy all of a sudden? I can have lunch with whoever I want! I can date whoever I want!" Harry screamed, his face red with anger. "And if I want to date Ginny, which I don't, I'm going to do it! It's not like we're dating! You're not my bloody keeper, Severus! You have no say in who I go out with. You're NOT my BOYFRIEND!"

"Well, WHAT IF I WANT TO BE?" Snape roared as he reared back on Harry, rage showing on his face and jealousy flashing in his eyes.

Harry, who'd been on his way to the door, intending to go back to the North Tower, which was where the new eighth year dorms were, stopped in his steps. Slowly, Harry turned around, confusion written on his face. "You… want to… be my boyfriend?"

"Shit, Harry," Snape hung his head, embarrassed. "I didn't want you to find out this way."

Harry walked slowly over to Snape, tipping his chin up and gazing into the man's obsidian eyes. Smiling, Harry responded, "I want you to be my boyfriend, too."

As soon as Harry finished the sentence, Severus brought his lips down onto Harry's mouth, moaning as Harry wrapped his arms around Severus' frame and kissed him back with the same amount of passion. Harry opened his mouth for Snape's intruding tongue, moaning as their tongues met for the first time.

After what seemed like eons, the men pulled apart, albeit reluctantly, just to stare at each other with dopey smiles on their faces. Finally, Harry broke the silence; "So, Severus… does this mean we're boyfriends?"

"I would say partners," Severus replied with an air of sophistication once again, but he smiled after speaking, letting Harry know he was joking. "But, essentially, yes, brat."

Harry smiled brightly, kissing Severus once again.

Harry smiled, thinking about how he and Severus got together, remembering their first kiss. Severus kissed Harry once more before pulling away and getting out of bed, getting up to put boxers on.

Harry protested when Severus got up, reaching his arms out in hopes that Severus would stay longer. "Sev," Harry whined, pulling on the older man's arm. "Stay!"

"You know we need to get up, brat," Severus chuckled. "You should get back to your dormitory."

"But Sev, tomorrow everyone else is getting here, and I was hoping we could have more time tonight," Harry said. "Babe, we won't have a lot of time once school starts back up." Harry pouted, which caused Severus to laugh.

"You know I love you, Harry, but it's already one in the morning. You need to get some sleep for tomorrow," Severus stated. "Aren't you excited?"

Harry nodded, but he still looked pretty upset. "I would be if their coming back didn't mean I won't have a lot of time to be with you."

Severus returned to his bed, pulling Harry to him once again and smiling. "I guess you could stay for tonight."

Harry returned to the North Tower after lunch the next day. He and Severus had stayed in bed late, just talking and cuddling, soaking up the time they had alone together. When they finally got out of bed, it was lunch time, so they both made their way up to the Great Hall. When they arrived, Headmistress McGonagall looked at both men suspiciously, but shook her head, seeing as she had no proof that they did anything wrong. Minerva had watched her colleague and student closely the past summer, realizing they had forged a friendship. She'd seen the way their relationship had slowly grown, but had yet to realize that their friendship had turned into more. She had grown suspicious after walking into Severus' rooms and seeing Harry sitting much closer than she'd anticipated on the Slytherin's couch. She didn't think much of it though, ignoring the fact in favor of asking Severus about the repairs to the Slytherin dorms, which had been damaged during the Battle of Hogwarts.

Severus and Harry sat next to each other at the head table, nodding at the others before filling their plates up with pork pie and asparagus, digging in, hungry after missing breakfast. They nodded at the other professors, who acknowledged them back. Hagrid, who was seated next to Harry, said hello and started a conversation about the mating habits of blast-ended skrewts, which Harry tried his best to ignore.

When Harry made his way back to his dorm, he sighed, flopping down onto his bed in his new room. Since the eighth years are technically adults, they'd been given bigger rooms with more accommodations. All four houses of eighth years would be staying in the same dormitory, and three people would share one room. McGonagall had told Harry he was grouped with Ron and Draco, which he was okay with. It would give him a good opportunity to get to know Draco more, and hopefully, he and Ron could put aside their differences.

Harry waited, bored, for his peers to arrive, eventually giving up and pulling out the Marauder's Map to see what his partner was doing. He quickly found Snape's name in the dungeons, his potions lab to be exact. He always brewed when he was bored. Harry sighed once again, knowing that his friends would be there soon and that he didn't have time to go down there for a quick shag before they arrived. Severus probably wouldn't allow it anyway.

Harry stayed staring at the map for the next few minutes, finding McGonagall in her office and Filch in the entrance hall, awaiting the rush of students. When Harry finally saw the first of the students trickling in through the doors of the castle, he got excited.

Harry hadn't realized how much he actually missed his friends, but seeing their names on the map as they made their way to the new dormitory, he remembered how hard it was to let them go after the battle. It'd be great to see them again.

Harry smiled brightly as the door to his room opened and soon he was enveloped in a suffocating hug from his bushy-haired friend. He hugged Hermione back enthusiastically, seeing Ron over her shoulder; Ron winked at Harry before jumping onto his new bed.

As Hermione pulled away, a new voice was heard among the Gryffindors. "Sorry to interrupt this lovely reunion, but I believe this is my room, too."

Harry turned to see Draco Malfoy in his doorway, looking as posh as ever leaning on the doorframe, his signature smirk etched onto his face. "Cut the crap, Draco. I know you're pleased with this arrangement."

Ron spluttered as Draco cracked a brilliant smile towards Harry, making his way to the last available bed and sitting on the edge. "Wait, Harry—you're friends with Malfoy?" Ron asked indignantly.

"You got a problem with that, Weasel?" Draco scowled, putting the Malfoy façade back on.

"Yeah, actually I—" Ron started, but Harry cut him off.

"No, he doesn't," Harry said with a pointed look aimed at Ron before turning to Draco. "Can you stop calling him Weasel? I want both of you to be civil this year. You are both my friends, and I want to be able to get along with both of you in the same room. Is that a reasonable request?"

Ron huffed, crossing his arms over his chest but agreeing when Malfoy replied that he'd be civil. Hermione smiled brightly at her boys, crossing the room towards Malfoy before saying, "I think this year will be great! I think it's wonderful that you and Harry have managed to become friends, and I hope you and I can be friends, too."

Malfoy became quite uncomfortable after that, retreating to the bathroom for respite from the Head Girl. Hermione and Harry laughed both at Draco's departure and at the look on Ron's face.

Hermione shook her head at her boyfriend before crossing the room and placing a kiss on his cheek, telling him it'd be alright. Ron nodded and turned to Harry, asking, "So, mate, what'd you do all summer? I'd imagine it was a bit boring here."

Harry blushed quickly before turning away to hide his reaction, replying to Ron. "It wasn't too bad. I read a lot, caught up on my studies. I think I'd rather be a healer than an auror so I got some books from the library on general healing. I'm going to be taking special classes with Madame Pomfrey this year so I can get accepted into the St. Mungo's healer program."

"That's wonderful, Harry!" Hermione exclaimed. "I've been thinking about my career, too, Harry, and I'm thinking I'll go into magical creature rights. I want to be an activist for werewolves and veelas and near-human creatures who have less rights than we do, even though our only difference is our blood."

Ron mumbled something under his breath about Hermione always talking about creature rights, but Hermione chose to ignore him in favor of talking to Harry. "How's Snape, Harry? Is he okay after Nagini almost killed him?"

"Don't worry about him, Mione. Madame Pomfrey is one of the best healers in Britain; she healed him by mid-June," Harry replied.

Ron decided to pipe in, saying, "I hope he goes easier on us this year. Since Voldy isn't here anymore, you'd think Snape could be a little more fair and less of a greasy dungeon bat."

"Honestly, Ron, he really isn't that bad. I talked to him a lot this past summer. He told me about my mother," Harry defended Severus to his best friend, wishing that Ron could see how great Severus truly was.

Ron's reply was cut off by Draco exiting the bathroom, calm and collected once again. He turned to Hermione and Ron, extending a hand for each to shake while saying, "If Harry and I can become friends, I don't see why we can't."

Ron begrudgingly shook Draco's hand while Hermione beamed at him. Hermione stood before anything more could be said, saying, "We should probably get to the Great Hall, you guys. We don't want to miss the sorting!"

"Blimey, it's six already? I'm starving!" Ron admonished, jumping up and joining his friends on the walk to dinner.

When the four arrived at the Great Hall, they sat themselves at the new eighth year table, Pansy and Blaise sitting with them when they saw Draco with the Gryffindors. Ron tried not to show his displeasure at sitting with the trio of snakes, but he failed. Hermione scolded him for not being accepting, and he shut up quickly.

Harry was quiet throughout the sorting, clapping politely after every first year was sorted. He caught Snape's eye halfway through Headmistress McGonagall's speech, giving the man a small smile and receiving a nod in return. Draco, who had walked in on the pair making out one day in July after flooing into Severus' quarters for tea, smirked at the way Harry's eyes lit up at the acknowledgement from his partner. Harry caught Draco's eyes after that and the blond winked at his friend before returning to his and Blaise's conversation. Harry looked around the room, noticing the other houses, enjoying the carefree smiles on the teachers' and students' faces. He caught Remus' eye and smiled at the man, glad he and Sirius had moved to the school to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors. The men smiled back at Harry, and the teen turned once again to his friends.

"I can't believe we have Double Potions first period again!" Ron was exclaiming. "It's bloody horrible how they put us through this."

"Ronald, you chose to continue onto NEWT level Potions. Don't complain if you don't like it," Hermione admonished, pointedly looking at Ron before taking a small bite of her lamb.

Harry nodded along with Hermione, swallowing his food before he spoke. "And besides, Ron, Snape might be better this year. Now that the war's over, he doesn't have to play favorites anymore."

Ron took a bite of his potatoes before grumbling, "That doesn't mean he won't favorite the snakes."

Harry rolled his eyes at Ron's statements, knowing the real Severus and for once, not worrying about potions class.

I know, the first chapter was a little boring. BUT, I promise it picks up in the next chapter. Thanks for reading, please stick with me, and PLEASE review!