Chapter Four

A/N: After being on hold for awhile, this story is finally going to be updated again! Thank you all for your support, and please continue to R&R.

WARNING: Chapter Five, if all goes as planned, is the reason why this story is rated 'M'. Smut, smut, smut. It won't be the only chapter with smut, but it will be the start to more lemons… just a little hint.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER! YOU HAVE A LOT TO CATCH ME UP ON!" Harry heard a familiar voice and felt an even more familiar frizzy bush of brown hair embrace him.

"Hermione." The slight man smiled, looking up at his genius best friend, who was also taller than him. Even though Harry was short and skinny, mostly because of his malnourished youth with the Dursley's, Oliver loved him. He loved how little Harry was compared to his tall, muscular self. Oliver loved to dominate, and the tiny, bright-eyed nineteen year old's figure just begged to be dominated.

"Harry." Hermione replied, leading him and Oliver into the sitting room, where they were greeted by a roomful of friendly faces.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you…" Harry honestly looked very apologetic. Oliver just wanted to hold him.

"It's okay. I think I figured it out before you did." She laughed, sitting next to her lover, Pansy. Harry and Oliver looked around. There were many old colleagues together around the room. George Weasley, with his wife, Katie Bell, and their two ginger children, a two-year old boy named Fred, and a six-month old girl named Layla. Fred was running around, being mischevious.

"He obviously takes after Fred and George." Oliver whispered to Harry, as Fred was trying to rip Layla out of his mother's hands. Harry smiled, a little sadly. Oliver knew his love must be thinking of the late Fred Weasley, George's twin. He rubbed his back and they took a seat next to Draco and Ron. The other couples there were Pansy and Hermione, Ginny and Micheal, Seamus and Parvati, and Dean and Padma.

They were all staring at Oliver curiously, but made no comments. They were all just glad that Harry had finally found someone who he could be him true self with.

"If everyone could please quiet down and sit, Hermione and I have an announcement." Pansy said, standing up out of her seat. Hermione beamed up at the tall, ebony-haired woman. The couples, obeyed, and Pansy sat down, holding Hermione's hand. Oliver casually slipped his arm around Harry, who nuzzled into Oliver's side.

"Hermione's pregnant." Pansy blurted. Excited squeals escaped from everyone's mouth.

"How is that even possible?" Harry asked.

"Harry, have you learned anything? We're witches and wizards. Anything is possible." Hermione joked.

"Well, except male pregnancy." Draco joined into the conversation, sounding a tad bitter.

"Draco…" Ron trailed in an undertone, rubbing his knee. Draco rolled his eyes, signaling he was fine.

"But in all seriousness, Hermione, Pansy… that's great. I'm so happy for you." Ron leaned over, grasping their hands.

"Yeah, we are too." Everyone else chimed in sincerely.

The rest of the dinner party involved eating, catching up, and plenty of laughter. Oliver and Harry both grew progressively more and more drunk as the party went on, and by the time it was time to go, they were both having trouble putting their sentences together. Sloppily kissing and hugging everyone goodbye, they drunkily walked out of the flat, and down into the streets.

Walking home together couldn't have been more fabulous. They were laughing and carrying on, having an overall satisfying time together. It had started to rain, and instead of hurrying up, they slowed down and danced in it together. Oliver hoped he'd be able to remember this memory in the morning, when the alcohol would ware off and they'd both be nursing hangovers. Harry looked so perfect, smiling and spinning around in the rain. He pulled Oliver into him, kissing him all the way home.

Their shirts were soaked, causing them to both feel naked as they were pushed closer together, fumbling for the keys to get into the flat.