Harry Potter and the Pregnancy Potion
Chapter 3: Shopping!
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never will be. And be glad of that. Who knows what tortures I'd put the poor characters through.
Author's Notes: Wow! Chapter 3 already. And I just finished Chapter 2. I'm really getting on with this. Oh well, it's fun. I told my cousin Ann about it and she loves the idea. She just made me promise not to read it to Ashleigh or Chiara until they're at least fifteen. *Sighs* That means I'm going to have to wait 8 years for Ash and 12 years for Chi. Oh well.
They're going shopping! And cravings start materialising! This is gonna be fun. And I've got something really nasty planned for Ron *evil snicker* but you won't find that out 'till chapter 4 or 5.
~*~
Month 2
"Harry?" A plaintive wail cut through Harry's peaceful slumber. "Could you come and hold my hair?" Harry opened his eyes groggily. He may have been the first to experience morning sickness, but he was by no means the last. Almost all of the boys had had it, with the exception of Neville who was apparently immune to it. They had all reached the consensus that it should have its name changed to All Hours Sickness, since they were getting rid of all their meals faster than they could eat them. Draco's problem was that he only had it at after he went to bed, which led to many sleepless nights. But Harry sympathetically helped him whenever he needed it, especially since Draco had helped him mop up a mess he made when he couldn't get to the bathroom fast enough.
"Coming Draco!" Harry called, climbing out of bed and shivering in the December air. He put on his slippers and pulled his cloak around himself. Noticing Draco's cloak on the chair near the Slytherin's bed, he picked it up and took it with him.
Draco was a sorry sight. His eyes were red rimmed and he was paler than usual. He sat collapsed by the lavatory. Harry wrapped the cloak around him and held the blonde strands of hair away from his face. To Harry's shock, the other boy burst into tears.
"I hate this!" Draco said vehemently between sobs. "I wish I'd never drunk that stupid potion. I wish the Weasely twins had never come to teach at Hogwarts. I wish I was dead!" He was interrupted by another burst of vomit and Harry gently rubbed his back in a circular motion, something the books said soothed nausea.
Draco, finally finished, pulled the chain. Harry helped him to his feet and led him over to the sink to the other boy could brush his teeth and wash his face. Harry took a facecloth, wet it and wiped it over the other boy's forehead and neck. Draco gave him a watery smile. "How come you're being so nice to me, after the way I've treated you?"
Harry shrugged. "We're all going through this together. Besides, it's partly my fault. Our energies mixed, so that's my kid in there too, just as your's is in me."
"You're right. Damn you, Potter!" Draco joked feebly. "I'm okay now."
Harry let go of him, but kept an arm around him until they reached Draco's bed.
"Stay with me?" Draco asked. "I.really need some company."
Harry nodded and, after tucking Draco in, moved to the other side of the bed and lay down. Draco turned over and faced him. "You know what?" He asked.
"What?" Harry said.
"I'm beginning to really like you, Harry."
*
There was to be a trip to Hogsmeade the following Saturday to allow students to get their Christmas shopping done before the holidays. The train would leave on the Monday for Platform nine-and-three-quarters.
The pregnant group thought this would be a good opportunity to buy some stuff like larger robes and other items before the need became urgent. Not too many things, of course, for they also needed to do some Christmas shopping for their friends and families. Some, like Ron, were on a budget.
And so it was, that at eleven-o-clock on Saturday morning, six students and two teachers trooped out of the doors in a group and down towards the village. A light snow was falling and pretty soon, they all looked like iced fruitcakes in their dark cloaks. Draco, who was beginning to feel really attracted to Harry, thought this was a very becoming look on the Boy Who Lived.
The first thing any of them did was to head for Weasely Wizard Wheezes, Fred and George's joke shop. The twins had not been to Hogwarts since the Potion incident because Madam Hooch had fully recovered that same day. It was unlikely that they had any inkling of what had happened over their little joke. Professor Dumbledore had written to the families of the students affected, but had omitted the Weasely twins' involvement in the situation. (The Dursleys had written back rather coldly that they could not be expected to take on another freak baby, and that Harry had better make another plan. Harry had replied equally as coldly that he had no intention of allowing his child to be raised in the presence of such absolutely foul Muggles such as they and that he was going to be living with Sirius from now on.) This meant that Ron's brothers were likely to have quite a shock.
Fred and George were quite surprised to see the group of Hogwarts students enter the shop, looking like were ready to kill, and they were even more apprehensive when they saw that they were accompanied by Professor Snape and Sirius who were wearing even more murderous expressions on their faces.
"Hey! You finally decided to pay us a visit," George said, smiling.
"What's up?" Fred said, more worried about the facial expressions than much else.
"Do you boys remember when you came into my office and switched Striget leaves with Proccit?" Snape asked in a silky-voice-of-doom.
"Er.yes." the twins replied rather slowly.
"Well, the seventh year Slytherins and Gryffindors made a potion with those leaves, and mixed them with Trillimig oil. Now, if you paid any attention in my classes, you will know what happens when Proccit is mixed with Trillimig oil." Snape continued, still in the same tone.
"Oh.god." Fred said faintly.
"You all.you didn't DRINK it, did you?" George asked, horrified.
"What do you think we did? You don't think the eight of us would come in just to tell you that we made a pregnancy potion? We're all pregnant thanks to you!" Ron yelled, causing a few worried stares from the other customers.
"Mum's going to kill us." George said to Fred.
"She'll have to wait her turn." Draco said coldly. "I think all of us have dibs on killing you first."
"Let's not get violent." Sirius said, calmly. Fred and George shot him a grateful look. "Let's rather use them." The looks faded. Sirius grinned a mischievous Marauder grin. "Fred, George, you will be our personal slaves until our children are born. You will do whatever we ask you to, or we will write and tell your mother exactly what you role was in getting us all.into this situation."
The whole group grinned identical grins at the twins who gulped.
*
"All this stuff is for women!" Seamus complained loudly in the robe shop. "We can't wear these. I mean, I know I'm gay, but I'm not a bloody cross- dresser." Seamus had been out of the closet since fifth year. Dean was his long-time boyfriend, so they were quite happy about sharing rooms and being pregnant with each other's children.
A woman bustled up to them. She was short and plump with greying hair, probably in her sixties. She was wearing floral-patterned robes and a bonnet. She smiled warmly at them, as if she was their doting grandmother. "Hello, dearies, I'm Madam Roskin. You must be the Hogwarts group. Dumbledore sent an owl along ahead of you. He suspected you'd have trouble finding clothes for your.particular needs. Come along this way." She motioned for them to follow her into a room near the back. "Now, We have a range of materials to chose from, they're all rather comfortable. I'll need to take your measurements."
The group was taken aback.
"You mean, Professor Dumbledore arranged for robes to be made for us?" Harry asked.
"Why, of course, dearie. All expenses paid. Now, pick out some fabrics while I go get my measuring tape." Madam Roskin bustled off.
"Well this is a nice surprise." Ron said, fingering a soft, satiny, dark blue material.
Draco motioned Harry over. "This will go nicely with your eyes." He pointed at a fabric in a beautiful shade of bottle green.
Harry smiled. "I didn't know you noticed my eyes." He blushed slightly.
"Well.they are one of your most prominent features." Draco replied, now looking at a velvety cloth of the deepest shade of midnight black.
"I don't know. I'm sure I have other more.prominent.features." Harry said in a low voice.
Draco's eyes widened in shock. "Are you.flirting with me?"
"What would you do if I was."
"I.I think I'd be pleased."
"Then be pleased." Harry smiled softly and wandered off to join Ron and tell him that that shade of blue would not go with his hair.
~*~
And that's Chapter 3 done. And some more little pokes at Harry/Draco slash. Shani: Actually, great whacking jabs at it. Me: *Swats at muse* Get back in my head! Shani: *Disappears*. I really am whizzing through this, though, aren't I? It's just so much fun. And anything beats studying Mussolini, Fascism, Hitler and Japan (As much as I love Japan, I really don't want to study it's involvement in the World Wars ~.~). Not to mention Genetics, Human Reproduction, Moss, Fungi, Algae, the tapeworm. The hydra, the earthworm and plant water relationships. (Once again, DAMN YOU MRS BUTTON!!!). And let's not forget the whole of Geomorphology and Climatology as well as a bunch of dead artists. *Sigh*. It's almost the holidays, it's almost the holidays, it's.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never will be. And be glad of that. Who knows what tortures I'd put the poor characters through.
Author's Notes: Wow! Chapter 3 already. And I just finished Chapter 2. I'm really getting on with this. Oh well, it's fun. I told my cousin Ann about it and she loves the idea. She just made me promise not to read it to Ashleigh or Chiara until they're at least fifteen. *Sighs* That means I'm going to have to wait 8 years for Ash and 12 years for Chi. Oh well.
They're going shopping! And cravings start materialising! This is gonna be fun. And I've got something really nasty planned for Ron *evil snicker* but you won't find that out 'till chapter 4 or 5.
~*~
Month 2
"Harry?" A plaintive wail cut through Harry's peaceful slumber. "Could you come and hold my hair?" Harry opened his eyes groggily. He may have been the first to experience morning sickness, but he was by no means the last. Almost all of the boys had had it, with the exception of Neville who was apparently immune to it. They had all reached the consensus that it should have its name changed to All Hours Sickness, since they were getting rid of all their meals faster than they could eat them. Draco's problem was that he only had it at after he went to bed, which led to many sleepless nights. But Harry sympathetically helped him whenever he needed it, especially since Draco had helped him mop up a mess he made when he couldn't get to the bathroom fast enough.
"Coming Draco!" Harry called, climbing out of bed and shivering in the December air. He put on his slippers and pulled his cloak around himself. Noticing Draco's cloak on the chair near the Slytherin's bed, he picked it up and took it with him.
Draco was a sorry sight. His eyes were red rimmed and he was paler than usual. He sat collapsed by the lavatory. Harry wrapped the cloak around him and held the blonde strands of hair away from his face. To Harry's shock, the other boy burst into tears.
"I hate this!" Draco said vehemently between sobs. "I wish I'd never drunk that stupid potion. I wish the Weasely twins had never come to teach at Hogwarts. I wish I was dead!" He was interrupted by another burst of vomit and Harry gently rubbed his back in a circular motion, something the books said soothed nausea.
Draco, finally finished, pulled the chain. Harry helped him to his feet and led him over to the sink to the other boy could brush his teeth and wash his face. Harry took a facecloth, wet it and wiped it over the other boy's forehead and neck. Draco gave him a watery smile. "How come you're being so nice to me, after the way I've treated you?"
Harry shrugged. "We're all going through this together. Besides, it's partly my fault. Our energies mixed, so that's my kid in there too, just as your's is in me."
"You're right. Damn you, Potter!" Draco joked feebly. "I'm okay now."
Harry let go of him, but kept an arm around him until they reached Draco's bed.
"Stay with me?" Draco asked. "I.really need some company."
Harry nodded and, after tucking Draco in, moved to the other side of the bed and lay down. Draco turned over and faced him. "You know what?" He asked.
"What?" Harry said.
"I'm beginning to really like you, Harry."
*
There was to be a trip to Hogsmeade the following Saturday to allow students to get their Christmas shopping done before the holidays. The train would leave on the Monday for Platform nine-and-three-quarters.
The pregnant group thought this would be a good opportunity to buy some stuff like larger robes and other items before the need became urgent. Not too many things, of course, for they also needed to do some Christmas shopping for their friends and families. Some, like Ron, were on a budget.
And so it was, that at eleven-o-clock on Saturday morning, six students and two teachers trooped out of the doors in a group and down towards the village. A light snow was falling and pretty soon, they all looked like iced fruitcakes in their dark cloaks. Draco, who was beginning to feel really attracted to Harry, thought this was a very becoming look on the Boy Who Lived.
The first thing any of them did was to head for Weasely Wizard Wheezes, Fred and George's joke shop. The twins had not been to Hogwarts since the Potion incident because Madam Hooch had fully recovered that same day. It was unlikely that they had any inkling of what had happened over their little joke. Professor Dumbledore had written to the families of the students affected, but had omitted the Weasely twins' involvement in the situation. (The Dursleys had written back rather coldly that they could not be expected to take on another freak baby, and that Harry had better make another plan. Harry had replied equally as coldly that he had no intention of allowing his child to be raised in the presence of such absolutely foul Muggles such as they and that he was going to be living with Sirius from now on.) This meant that Ron's brothers were likely to have quite a shock.
Fred and George were quite surprised to see the group of Hogwarts students enter the shop, looking like were ready to kill, and they were even more apprehensive when they saw that they were accompanied by Professor Snape and Sirius who were wearing even more murderous expressions on their faces.
"Hey! You finally decided to pay us a visit," George said, smiling.
"What's up?" Fred said, more worried about the facial expressions than much else.
"Do you boys remember when you came into my office and switched Striget leaves with Proccit?" Snape asked in a silky-voice-of-doom.
"Er.yes." the twins replied rather slowly.
"Well, the seventh year Slytherins and Gryffindors made a potion with those leaves, and mixed them with Trillimig oil. Now, if you paid any attention in my classes, you will know what happens when Proccit is mixed with Trillimig oil." Snape continued, still in the same tone.
"Oh.god." Fred said faintly.
"You all.you didn't DRINK it, did you?" George asked, horrified.
"What do you think we did? You don't think the eight of us would come in just to tell you that we made a pregnancy potion? We're all pregnant thanks to you!" Ron yelled, causing a few worried stares from the other customers.
"Mum's going to kill us." George said to Fred.
"She'll have to wait her turn." Draco said coldly. "I think all of us have dibs on killing you first."
"Let's not get violent." Sirius said, calmly. Fred and George shot him a grateful look. "Let's rather use them." The looks faded. Sirius grinned a mischievous Marauder grin. "Fred, George, you will be our personal slaves until our children are born. You will do whatever we ask you to, or we will write and tell your mother exactly what you role was in getting us all.into this situation."
The whole group grinned identical grins at the twins who gulped.
*
"All this stuff is for women!" Seamus complained loudly in the robe shop. "We can't wear these. I mean, I know I'm gay, but I'm not a bloody cross- dresser." Seamus had been out of the closet since fifth year. Dean was his long-time boyfriend, so they were quite happy about sharing rooms and being pregnant with each other's children.
A woman bustled up to them. She was short and plump with greying hair, probably in her sixties. She was wearing floral-patterned robes and a bonnet. She smiled warmly at them, as if she was their doting grandmother. "Hello, dearies, I'm Madam Roskin. You must be the Hogwarts group. Dumbledore sent an owl along ahead of you. He suspected you'd have trouble finding clothes for your.particular needs. Come along this way." She motioned for them to follow her into a room near the back. "Now, We have a range of materials to chose from, they're all rather comfortable. I'll need to take your measurements."
The group was taken aback.
"You mean, Professor Dumbledore arranged for robes to be made for us?" Harry asked.
"Why, of course, dearie. All expenses paid. Now, pick out some fabrics while I go get my measuring tape." Madam Roskin bustled off.
"Well this is a nice surprise." Ron said, fingering a soft, satiny, dark blue material.
Draco motioned Harry over. "This will go nicely with your eyes." He pointed at a fabric in a beautiful shade of bottle green.
Harry smiled. "I didn't know you noticed my eyes." He blushed slightly.
"Well.they are one of your most prominent features." Draco replied, now looking at a velvety cloth of the deepest shade of midnight black.
"I don't know. I'm sure I have other more.prominent.features." Harry said in a low voice.
Draco's eyes widened in shock. "Are you.flirting with me?"
"What would you do if I was."
"I.I think I'd be pleased."
"Then be pleased." Harry smiled softly and wandered off to join Ron and tell him that that shade of blue would not go with his hair.
~*~
And that's Chapter 3 done. And some more little pokes at Harry/Draco slash. Shani: Actually, great whacking jabs at it. Me: *Swats at muse* Get back in my head! Shani: *Disappears*. I really am whizzing through this, though, aren't I? It's just so much fun. And anything beats studying Mussolini, Fascism, Hitler and Japan (As much as I love Japan, I really don't want to study it's involvement in the World Wars ~.~). Not to mention Genetics, Human Reproduction, Moss, Fungi, Algae, the tapeworm. The hydra, the earthworm and plant water relationships. (Once again, DAMN YOU MRS BUTTON!!!). And let's not forget the whole of Geomorphology and Climatology as well as a bunch of dead artists. *Sigh*. It's almost the holidays, it's almost the holidays, it's.
