Long story short -- here's chapter ... I can't remember what chapter it is, but I'm sure your intelligent enough to figure that out for yourself.
Mike Dirnt is Pwnage, just so as your aware of that FACT!
Dear Lucius
Without beating around the bush, I am writing you to inform you of my latest discovery. In laymen's terms: I have found Draco. He was running from a muggle security guard at a muggle shopping area. I was with Remus when Draco tripped and fell in front of us. I managed to get him of trouble, but I am sorry to say that he is not supportive with the idea of returning home. I think it would be best if you left him sleep for the night, here at my residence for the mid term. I shall immediately send him via floo network to the Manor. Alternatively, you may, if you wish, come to Grimmauled Place and try to talk some sense into him. Preferably, the latter would be more suited as I need to attend to certain complications that are arising between schoolwork and myself. Send Narcissa my regards. Try not to fret.
Loyal and regarding
Your friend
S. Snape.
Severus sealed the letter and sent it out with his owl. Sitting opposite him, and cradling a cup of tea in his hands was Draco. He had not exactly warmed to the idea of spending time with his Godfathers pregnant boyfriend, so the implication of getting to know the "family" wasn't worth it. As far as Draco was concerned, spending a few hours every week in Remus' DADA class was torture enough as it was. Further methods of torture were un-needed. So instead of complicating things, Remus retreated to the living room with Sirius. There they were possibly discussing baby shoes and yellow blankets with ducks on them.
Severus effortlessly pulled Dracos chair forward and looked him in the eyes. Leaning on one elbow and resting his head in his hand, he sighed.
"What are we going to do?" he asked.
Draco shrugged lazily. "I don't know."
"You don't know? Draco, you have endangered yourself by running off as if you were some muggle yob. What was possibly going through your mind --" Severus stressed, "Besides marriage!"
Another shrug from the teenager led Severus to suggeste that his hormones were going into over drive. What that basically meant was that Draco would go from lazy to stubborn to annoyed to down right obnoxious. The variation ranged from levels 5 to levels 25, depending on the up bringing and current situation of the teenager.
"What did you say to father?" Draco asked.
Severus shrugged. "Nothing much, just explained how and where I had found you. I suggested that you stay here for the night and that he may either come visit in the morrow or you may visit him."
Draco groaned loudly and pushed his tea way. "Either way there's going to be a visitation, isn't there?"
Severus nodded and stood up. The groceries they had purchased where still in there packaging, scattered across the tables. Deciding to make the best of an extra helping hand around the house, Severus instructed Draco to pack away the pantry foods. It's not that Sirius couldn't do it, it was more that Severus would have preferred it if he had a first hand view of what was being bought and put into his foods.
Halfway through instructing Draco on how a fridge worked, Remus entered the kitchen. For a man of 3 and half months pregnant, his once neatly fitting shirt was beginning to tighten considerably. Madam Pomfrey had explained that it was just because of the alteration within his body. Severus had been informed, unwilling informed, by Minerva that as soon as Remus reached a certain by gone time, he would begin to get moody, cranky and sexually needy.
"It's all to do with how the wolf's body works, Severus." she grinned, comfortably enjoying the potion master discomfort.
Severus still had the horrible image of a horrendously impregnated Remus sitting on him. Some things were just not worth the sensational feeling.
"Oh, your putting the shopping away," Remus noted, leaning over the counter to pick up a loaf of bread.
"There's no need," Severus said, "Sit and have a cup of tea. We'll do it."
Remus nodded, delighted that he was finally getting an ounce of relaxation after the endless shopping spree he had. Carefully placed in a spare bedroom upstairs were the baby attires he and Sirius had purchased. The purple ball with the yellow spots, the white baby boots with a frilly outer edge, a rubber duck for the bath tub as well as coloured soaps. Numerous articles of clothing, and most importantly Sirius had said, a poster of Viktor Krum. Now, regardless of whether or not Severus actually enjoyed Quidditch, the fact remained that a newborn baby would not be getting his inspiration from a moving figure spellotaped to the wall.
"So Draco, I presume that you support a Quidditch team?" Remus asked.
"Yes." was the discreet response.
Remus hummed. "So, I hear from Harry that you have a Nimbus 2001. Fast broom, eh?"
Draco scoffed, clearly showing that the mention of Saint Potter's name was not something he was going to accept. What's potty doing talking to the wolf about me?
"Yes," Severus hissed through clenched teeth, "Draco does have a very adequate broom. Don't you Draco?"
"S'alright." Draco mumbled, stuffing a head of lettuce into a chilled vegetable drawer. "Nothing compared to the Horizon.01 that's supposed to be coming out."
"Ah," Remus chuckled, leaning back and resting his hands on his stomach "You were plagued with that rumour too. So it wasn't just me that stood in line at Quality Quidditch supplies, demanding the information released on new broom manufacturing."
"Well I'll need something faster then Potter's broom if I'm going to catch the snitch in record time."
Severus rolled his eyes. Quidditch, if possible was the most boring sport to ever have been invented. Students used it as an excuse to cut class and fly on their sticks of wood with straw hanging from the back ends. The excitement that followed a match was nothing compared to the excitement of curing an untreatable illness with the connection of a potions ingredient. Severus didn't quite understand why people bothered to chase a golden walnut around a pitch, or throw balls through hoops and then hit people with oversized lumps of coal. Was there really a need for such violence and waste of time?
"Draco put the eggs in the containers, don't leave them rolling around the fridge." Severus demanded.
Draco muttered a "sorry" and replaced the eggs, sneakily placing a cracked egg at the back of the tray. Muggle refrigerators were not something he was used to using. The tiny light, however, interested him. He noted that every time he closed the door, the light would disappear. Then when he opened the door, the light re-appeared and with it came a humming noise.
"Where do I put these?" Draco asked, looking very bewildered as he produced a pair of white, gel like packages from a blue paper bag.
"Err, there mine," Remus mumbled, clearing his throat and quickly accepting the tiny packages being handed to him.
Severus raised an eyebrow, gleefully smirking. A questioning, yet knowing look crossed his brow. Remus shifted uncomfortably.
"What are they?" Draco questioned, digging deeper into a paper bag and removing the packets of soup.
"Nothing of importance," Remus assured.
The kitchen door swung open, revealing a tired looking Sirius. His hair was ruffled into what looked like a Mohawk, and his robes were creased in unpleasant places. Scratching at his hairy mane, he yawned and slumped into a chair next to Remus.
"Musta fell sleep -- " he muttered, reaching out to pick up the gel packs. "Was that?"
Remus blushed, trying to grab them back, but the puckish reflect in Sirius' eyes made him regret ever buying the gel packs.
Snickering, Sirius fondled the gel substance in his hands. "Having aches and pains, are we Remus?" he grinned.
"Sirius stop that," Remus warned, blushing under the surveillance of Severus' mocking glint and Draco's curiosity.
"What are they!" Draco demanded forcefully.
"Yes, Remus," Severus mused, "What exactly is the purpose of your purchase?"
Sirius snickered, endlessly enjoying the moment he knew would never be forgotten amongst them.
"Severus, please don't"
"Uncle Severus, what are they for! Tell me!"
"Oh come on Moons, shall we inform our uneducated guest?"
"Sirius stop that!"
"Godfather!"
Draco stomped his foot loudly, defining the meaning of ignorance towards uneducated guests, as it was put. Severus clipped him across the ear, smiling an apology at Remus and continuing to pack away the frozen foods.
"See, Malfoy," Sirius declared knowingly, "There comes a time in every mans life when certain areas of his body come under strain from pressure and extra responsibility and what not. So, it becomes difficult to get a particular area of the body to respond to your touch." Sirius grinned at a scarlet Remus, "Do you understand?"
Draco pulled a face and blushed himself.
Eww, had his far relation actually just told him that his pregnant DADA teacher was having trouble -- doing things -- he disgustingly analysed what had been said to him -- Merlin helps us. He was!
"Sirius!" Remus shouted, embarrassingly grabbing his gel and pocketing it, "don't tell a student that!"
"It's just a bit of fun, Remus." he insisted, "Nothing he hasn't done himself."
"Thank you Black," Severus spat, pulling Draco towards the pantry.
That night, Draco dejectedly made his way towards the spare bedroom. He just couldn't believe it. 9:30 and he was being made go to bed. 9:30!! Was there a law that stated doing such things would be justified with death?
It's all Lupins fault anyway. Him and his conservative views. Just because the Saintly trio nestle to bed this early does not give him the right to suggest my health is suffering from late nights. Suffering, pfft. I'll give him suffering. Oh of course, trust Snape to follow his opinion, because it's very obvious I don't bloddy matter. No, I'm just the blonde kid who ran away from home to escape a life of hatred.
Stomping the last flight of stairs, he ventured into the deserted room. Slamming the door behind him and completely abandoning Severus on the landing.
There you are. --smiles at you all pleasantly--
ValidHacker
(Remus && Mike Dirnt Pwn)
