10 Outcomes
Harry sat on one of the wide windowsills in the Gryffindor seventh-year boys' dormitory, Draco in his lap, snoring softly against his chest. A blanket warmed them in the still cold season, the glass not isolating much of the cold outside.
Draco looked adoringly cute in the dim candlelight, that fell onto is fair hair and face, letting them glow in the flickering gold. Harry sighed and pulled the sleeping Slytherin closer into his arms. He remembered the day well, when somebody had gossiped about Draco being in the hospital wing, because some of his housemates had threatened to kill him in case he didn't support the Dark Lord from then on. Draco had refused and Snape had found him barely in time. The attacking students, Crabbe, Parkinson and McDougal, had been expelled at once.
Harry ran up to the infirmary. Only a week ago they had formed some kind of friendship, but they had quickly advanced to close comrades, even against the many complaints from Ron and Hermione, though Draco had been friendly towards them. This had led to quite a few shouting-matches between Ron and Harry, while Hermione had adapted to the new situation at least as far as to tolerate it without further questions. Ron was still a bit grumpy, but after the incident with the Death Eater kids, he had begun to see the change in Draco.
In the hospital wing, Harry had just ignored Snape, as he told him to leave Mr. Malfoy in peace, and had darted towards his friend. Draco didn't look good at that time, his face heavily bruised and a few ribs cracked. Fortunately Madam Pomfrey could heal those quickly and Draco had left the infirmary the next day under several new precautions:
Dumbledore had transferred his stuff to a separate room in the dungeons, but after some argumentation with both, Draco and Harry, he had selected a small room near the Gryffindor tower with a new connection to the boy's bathroom.
Obviously, the headmaster had also changed Draco's timetable, because now he had all lessons, that had previously been only with Slytherins with the Gryffindors, despite the mixed ones, which he still attended like before.
A few weeks later Harry and Draco had set on the blonde boy's bed and exchanged chocolate-frog cards, when Draco had suddenly taken Harry's hand in his. The cards lay forgotten on the floor and soon they lay down on the cushions, kissing passionately.
Harry thought about the reaction of his friends, expecting at least Ron to be furious, but instead the redhead had told him he had expected it from the view Draco had given him the last days. Harry had never known that Ron's brother Charlie was gay, too. Ron explained, how he had run into him and his Rumanian boyfriend last Yule and Charlie had made him promise not to tell their mother how far their relationship actually went by now.
Hermione didn't take it too well, but after Draco paid her a visit the next day, she was pretty much okay with it. The only rule was that she wanted to be informed of every single detail, in contrast to Ron, who always got pale, when they had started kissing the corridors.
When they had shown their affection in potions, though, Snape had let a vial slip and promptly the whole classroom was filled with smoke from the explosion that followed shortly.
All in all, their coming-out - together - had gone well, expect of an amusing article in the Daily Prophet by Rita Skeeter about Death Eater spawns corrupting the Gay-Boy-who-lived.
A nasty shock had been the second outcome a few weeks later, when Severus Snape, Potions master deluxe, evil bastard of Slytherin and greasy git with now washed hair (!!!), had kissed the pregnant Sirius Black in the middle of the Great hall during breakfast.
Soon the gossip filled the corridors, quickly overcoming the wards of Hogwarts and a day later, another article was published in the newspapers, this time about twisted teachers at Wizarding schools and their potential bad influence on their students.
Harry smiled absentmindedly at his boyfriend, remembering the kisses and hugs they had shared in the past weeks, and lately the first more intimate encounters, though they had never gone beyond waist-level, though he felt ready, Draco didn't. Time would solve that.
It was dark, when Sirius awoke with a strange feeling. His abdomen cramping up, he cried up in pain. Next to him, Severus shot up at once, looking at his lover questioningly and reacted as soon as he saw the understanding in Sirius' blue eyes. The time had come.
Harry sat on one of the wide windowsills in the Gryffindor seventh-year boys' dormitory, Draco in his lap, snoring softly against his chest. A blanket warmed them in the still cold season, the glass not isolating much of the cold outside.
Draco looked adoringly cute in the dim candlelight, that fell onto is fair hair and face, letting them glow in the flickering gold. Harry sighed and pulled the sleeping Slytherin closer into his arms. He remembered the day well, when somebody had gossiped about Draco being in the hospital wing, because some of his housemates had threatened to kill him in case he didn't support the Dark Lord from then on. Draco had refused and Snape had found him barely in time. The attacking students, Crabbe, Parkinson and McDougal, had been expelled at once.
Harry ran up to the infirmary. Only a week ago they had formed some kind of friendship, but they had quickly advanced to close comrades, even against the many complaints from Ron and Hermione, though Draco had been friendly towards them. This had led to quite a few shouting-matches between Ron and Harry, while Hermione had adapted to the new situation at least as far as to tolerate it without further questions. Ron was still a bit grumpy, but after the incident with the Death Eater kids, he had begun to see the change in Draco.
In the hospital wing, Harry had just ignored Snape, as he told him to leave Mr. Malfoy in peace, and had darted towards his friend. Draco didn't look good at that time, his face heavily bruised and a few ribs cracked. Fortunately Madam Pomfrey could heal those quickly and Draco had left the infirmary the next day under several new precautions:
Dumbledore had transferred his stuff to a separate room in the dungeons, but after some argumentation with both, Draco and Harry, he had selected a small room near the Gryffindor tower with a new connection to the boy's bathroom.
Obviously, the headmaster had also changed Draco's timetable, because now he had all lessons, that had previously been only with Slytherins with the Gryffindors, despite the mixed ones, which he still attended like before.
A few weeks later Harry and Draco had set on the blonde boy's bed and exchanged chocolate-frog cards, when Draco had suddenly taken Harry's hand in his. The cards lay forgotten on the floor and soon they lay down on the cushions, kissing passionately.
Harry thought about the reaction of his friends, expecting at least Ron to be furious, but instead the redhead had told him he had expected it from the view Draco had given him the last days. Harry had never known that Ron's brother Charlie was gay, too. Ron explained, how he had run into him and his Rumanian boyfriend last Yule and Charlie had made him promise not to tell their mother how far their relationship actually went by now.
Hermione didn't take it too well, but after Draco paid her a visit the next day, she was pretty much okay with it. The only rule was that she wanted to be informed of every single detail, in contrast to Ron, who always got pale, when they had started kissing the corridors.
When they had shown their affection in potions, though, Snape had let a vial slip and promptly the whole classroom was filled with smoke from the explosion that followed shortly.
All in all, their coming-out - together - had gone well, expect of an amusing article in the Daily Prophet by Rita Skeeter about Death Eater spawns corrupting the Gay-Boy-who-lived.
A nasty shock had been the second outcome a few weeks later, when Severus Snape, Potions master deluxe, evil bastard of Slytherin and greasy git with now washed hair (!!!), had kissed the pregnant Sirius Black in the middle of the Great hall during breakfast.
Soon the gossip filled the corridors, quickly overcoming the wards of Hogwarts and a day later, another article was published in the newspapers, this time about twisted teachers at Wizarding schools and their potential bad influence on their students.
Harry smiled absentmindedly at his boyfriend, remembering the kisses and hugs they had shared in the past weeks, and lately the first more intimate encounters, though they had never gone beyond waist-level, though he felt ready, Draco didn't. Time would solve that.
It was dark, when Sirius awoke with a strange feeling. His abdomen cramping up, he cried up in pain. Next to him, Severus shot up at once, looking at his lover questioningly and reacted as soon as he saw the understanding in Sirius' blue eyes. The time had come.