Title: Black and White
The title may not make sense, but it's comparisons between Harry and the other bloke. I'm not gonna write who it is, you should be able to guess.
Author: Alice aka LadyLilyPotter
Disclaimer: Well, would you look at that? My Polyjuice Potion ran out. I'm no longer J. K. Rowling. I no longer own Harry Potter, and I unfortunately never will * sigh *.
Warnings: Slash!! You no like, you no read, capiche? Mpreg!! Oh so sweet I reckon......... but you don't? OK, fair enough. Don't read. Easy eh? A/U!! This is pre OotP, cos I wanted Sirius in it. So, no mentions of anything OotP related I don't think? Snape may seem a little out of character, but he's still a snarky bastard. Also a lot of language. Seriously if anyone says anything, or thinks it wise, I will put the rating up, just say the word.
Summary: Seventeen year old Harry Potter didn't know it was possible for men to get pregnant. But when the signs come together and the truth is revealed......... how will he cope? Where is the father? Who is the father? And what's this about a new Dark Lord?
Rating: I dunno, PG-13, as there is only mid slash, kissing is all, and that won't be for a while I reckon. There's swearing too, and mature themes. If you think I should put up the rating tell me, and I will.
Anything else: If anyone really want's to know why the father left, I could email you, as it won't be revealed for ages. But only if your desperate. Please tell me in a review, I like reviews!! Please no flames, I reckon I warned you enough, but here's one more:
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Black and White
Chapter 6: Breakdown
Harry pressed fast forward on the video remote. He hated this part of the film it always made him cry. Well, at the moment it did. He was four and a half months pregnant now and he'd been living in his new 'Muggle' house for two months nearly now, and he loved it.
Harry loved the house, it was pretty big, and it was how he had always imagined a family home to be. Especially his home. Well he never expected to be a single father, or pregnant himself, but it was all good. Sirius, Remus, Seamus, Dean and Snape were all regular visitors. Snape came around once a week to check on Harry, since he was carrying twins he needed more regular check ups. There, luckily, had been no problems yet. He was very large already, he was only halfway through his pregnancy and he looked at least as big as a seven or eight month pregnant woman.
He only had concealing charms placed on him when he wanted to go out, which wasn't very often really, plus he needed someone to accompany him. Only the week before he had been in the supermarket with Sirius, and someone had bumped into his bump, his invisible pregnant bump. The charm that he was using didn't change his appearance or take away his pregnancy, all it did was hide it, make him look ... not pregnant.
"Harry?" A voice came through the house.
"In the living room," he shouted, "Can't really get up, so I'm afraid you'll have to carry your asses in here!"
"Bless," Seamus said sarcastically as he entered with Remus and Snape. He sat in front of the TV next to Harry and shot him an bemused look, "Honestly Harry? What have you got with this film? The last three times I've been over you've been watching this."
"I like it," Harry said defensively and rested his hand on his t-shirt clad bump.
"Why? I know for a fact it makes you cry." Seamus stated wryly.
'And you have a problem with this why?' he thought, "So? I fast forward that bit. I like the sound track," Harry answered.
Seamus snorted, "What ever mate. Sirius couldn't come... he's ... at some kind of meeting... with some people. I dunno. If you want details ask Remus. Dean's at work, he only gets a forty-minute lunch break, there wouldn't be time. I only get an hour though mate, so we'll be over tonight. I'll stay til Snape has to go."
"Oh is he here?" Harry asked, "Didn't see him come in..." He attempted to get off the couch, only to fall back and sink back between the cushions.
"Er, yeah, you want me to get him for you?" Seamus asked, unable to mask the amusement in his voice.
"Cheers, you know it takes me a bloody week to stand up. I'm getting tired of that quickly." Harry pouted.
"Moody much?" Seamus said teasingly.
"Sod off. I'm not moody," Harry folded his arms and focused his attention on the television screen.
"Course not. Back in a min." Seamus said and he stood up, and walked through to Harry's kitchen.
There were a few muffled words spoken, and then a yell of, "Tea Harry?"
Harry grinned, although no one saw, "Yeah please," he replied, "I tried to make one before... but you know... couldn't get up..."
"OK!" was shouted back and then a bitten back laugh.
"For Gods sake Potter, turn that rubbish off. And get up," Snape said as they walked in, Seamus and Remus clutching a Scooby Doo mug each, and Seamus one for Harry. Apparently Snape had declined.
'Although,' Harry thought, 'Would have been funny to see the O-Feared- Potions-Master drinking from a Scooby Doo mug.'
"It's good," Harry said, referring to his film, "And I can't. Oh hi by the way." Harry grumbled.
Snape rolled his eyes, and looked around the room distastefully. It was decorated in blue and cream, no matter how much the others had wanted red and gold. There was a large squishy couch in front of the television and fireplace, and an armchair to the side. A coffee table littered with magazines, baby books and sweet wrappers was in the middle of the room, as was a deep rug. To the back of the room was a Welsh dresser with a hi-fi, and more baby books. Harry had resolutely refused for his home to be decorated like Gryffindor Tower, he considered it too cliché.
"Here," Remus said walking forwards, he cleared a space on the cluttered coffee table for two mugs and held out his hand.
Harry gratefully took it and stood up, "Cheers."
Remus smiled, "OK, how have you been?"
Harry shrugged, "Not bad really. I'm just very ... big. It takes me ages to stand up. That's the worst thing so far."
Snape rolled his eyes, "Potter, you are carrying twins, please tell me what do you expect? Have you had any mood swings, cravings yet?"
Harry shook his head thoughtfully, "No. Not food cravings. See, well... I'm craving sex. But... that's not what you mean is it?" Harry answered wickedly.
Snape smirked, "No. It's hormones boy. Get used to it."
"So I have to be permanently horny for the next four and a half months? Right, OK, could be interesting... but hell, it's very frustrating..."
"I don't' care how you take care of your frustrations, although I'm sure if you keep your mind in the gutter, you'll remember some way."
"More than likely."
"Hm..." Snape said, "Anyway. I'll cast the spell now."
When Harry bought his house, he had Warded it similar to Privet Drive, although he had found a spell that meant that any minor magic cast there wouldn't be detected without it being traced to a Muggle area. His own wand was in a wooden box underneath his bed, upstairs, as well as the few other magical items he had chosen to keep.
Harry nodded and felt the charm checking his body, and watched as the results were fed onto a waiting sheet of parchment from Snape's wand.
Snape picked it up and scanned it quickly, "Well Mr Potter, it seems we are anaemic."
"What's that?" Remus asked worriedly, moving closer to Harry.
"Not enough iron in his blood. I can make a potion that will last a week. I'll bring it on my next check up. Until then, just eat more broccoli boy." Snape said. He noticed a scared look on Harry's face, "Nothing life threatening Potter, you will be fine as will your children."
Harry nodded and his face gained some of its lost colour, "Thank you Professor Snape."
"You're welcome. Now I need to go. I have a class to teach in 20 minutes," Snape said.
Harry nodded, "OK, thanks again."
"Harry mate, I need to go. Me and Dean'll be over for Chinese tonight though," Seamus said standing up.
Harry nodded, "Right, cheers. I'll see you later. Don't mind if I don't come to the door do you?"
Seamus shook his head, "Nah. Seeya," and walked out. Snape nodded once at Harry, who nodded back and swept out of the room, robes billowing impressively.
Harry looked on thoughtfully, "You think he has a charm to do that Moony?"
Remus chuckled, "I don't know Harry. I don't think anyone has ever had the cheek to ask him. You'll have to try."
Harry nodded, "Hmm... I think I will. That'll really piss him off won't it?"
"More than likely."
"Good. So how are you?" Harry asked.
"Fine," he answered, "Fine. What about you? Anything you didn't tell Severus?"
Harry screwed up his face, "No. I told him the worst didn't I? Nothing to hide really."
"Good," Remus said, "You need anything doing?"
"Er... I'm hungry, will you help me make some lunch?" Harry asked.
"Of course," Remus smiled, "Why don't you stay in here and watch your film? I'll be back in a minute."
"Cheers," Harry said, and he sat down, worn out from having to stand up for a while. Remus walked through to the kitchen to make Harry something, and Harry picked up the remote and pressed the play button, and settled back down to watching 'The Lion King.'
* * *
"... and how did ... does ... that work?" Dean asked. He and Seamus were sitting in Harry's living room, eating Chinese out of the little white boxes, talking about the pregnancy.
Harry swallowed, "Right, well obviously they won't be identical twins, seen as one's a boy and one's a girl." He said and noticed funny looks on their faces, "Can't have identical boys and girls. If the were both boys what would have happened is that the sperm," Seamus snickered, "Shut up, how old are you? The *sperm* would have reacted magically with mine and the foetus would be formed, then it would split, thus identical twin boys."
"Well ... "Dean said, "How did you end up pregnant with a boy *and* a girl?"
"Erm... well... it's hard to explain. It's a bit weird really. I've done some research into Muggle Science you see and non identical twins are formed by two sperm... for Gods sake, sperm, sperm, sperm, two sperm penetrate one egg and it splits or two separate eggs are fertilised, and they aren't identical. But I think what must have happened with me is that there were two separate reactions between my sperm and his, so two foetuses were formed. It would therefore have been possible for me to have non-identical boys and girls. But I have a girl and a boy." Harry answered.
Dean nodded, "Well explained Professor Potter."
Harry frowned for a minute and began to eat chow mein with chopsticks. His eyes fell on Dean and Seamus, who were sitting together on the couch, whereas Harry sat on the armchair.
They were... together. They knew each other fantastically well, knew each others habits, likes and dislikes... just like he and Draco had been. Before their horrible break up. Seamus leant over and whispered something in Deans ear, who chuckled and quickly gave him a chaste kiss on the side of his mouth and began to feed him some chicken chunks from the chicken curry box. Seamus caught it between his teeth and leaned forward and placed it in Deans mouth and he swallowed. Dean made a giggling noise and sighed contentedly. He leant back against Seamus' chest and Seamus settled back against the couch. He swung an arm around Deans shoulder and grabbed his hand. Dean leaned against his shoulder and closed his eyes. Seamus kissed Deans hair and concentrated on the television screen.
As Harry watched, his heart broke all over again. Seeing Dean and Seamus, so obviously in love was as hard as hell. When he saw them together like that, it just reminded him of what he had lost. His relationship with Draco had been all that and more before they broke up.
Harry remembered when they had been together, their secret, sure to be frowned upon relationship. He remembered when they had first been together, the slip-ups that had happened, that had so nearly revealed their relationship. The stolen, searing, wanton looks thrown across the Great Hall, corridors and classrooms, and the stolen moments in old classrooms, alcoves and corridors and the desperate, passionate kisses and embraces in them. He remembered the nights they had spent in Draco's room – there were no other Seventh Year boys left, they had all become Death Eaters or had been killed. The days, nights and evenings they had simply spent in each other's company and exploring each others bodies. The time they had spent simply getting to know each other, heart, mind, soul and body. The way he knew that the innocent nights together they spent in the same bed would always guarantee to make Draco blush. Harry had learnt that while Draco openly talked about sex, he was very wary and embarrassed at actually having sex. It was one of the reasons they had waited so long to finally join together fully. He found out that Draco deeply resented his father for setting his views and opinions so early on in life, and that Draco had quietly been on the side of the light the whole time. He was supposed to spy on Harry and Dumbledore, that being the reason he wasn't marked. He was supposed to pass on information. And he did. False information. Snape and Dumbledore had known about his double loyalties, as any information he could find out was passed onto Snape, and in turn Dumbledore. He'd learnt that Draco rarely truly smiled, but when he did it was breath taking. The way his breath hiked when Harry kissed down his cheek, neck and chest. The teasing curl of hair that strayed above the waist band of his trousers. How if you ran your tongue along his bottom lip he would shiver, and how ticklish the roof of his mouth was as were his toes. How he loved to fly, but only played Quidditch to please his father. How he had wanted to take Muggle Studies in his 3rd Year, but he hadn't been allowed. How much he loved the people he loved...
'No,' thought Harry, 'No. He was a cold, heartless bastard. He ... he was just using me. He faked everything, all he wanted was to be the first to shag Harry Potter. He didn't cared about me at all or he would have broken up with me would he? I don't give a toss about him. He can rot in hell for all I care. Yep. I don't care at all. No... Oh who the fuck am I trying to kid? I still love the git, and always will, no matter what he has done. I just need ... closure. There was just something... off about that day. He wasn't himself. But he could have been putting it on. Yeah no way to break up with someone nicely is there? Oh well... he's out of my life now. I can forget ... no. I can't. I'm pregnant with his children. God I hope it's easier later. I can't handle this for the rest of my life. He's getting on with his life, and I will get on with mine. Raise my children ... get a job... although I do wonder where the hell he is...'
Harry sighed and concentrated on the television screen, but found he didn't care about the latest sex scandal to rock the Prime Ministers office. He picked up a bag of prawn crackers and began to eat. He was hungry all the time. 'But,' he thought, 'I am eating for three.'
Seamus sighed and leant forward to pick up his can of beer, "So Harry ... how are you doing?"
"Whad'ya mean?" Harry asked.
"About Malfoy. You must be feeling something. Are you over him... I don't really see how you can be, you haven't spoken to anyone have you?" Seamus asked hesitantly. He wasn't sure how Harry would take a conversation based on his ex-lover.
Harry visibly tensed and Seamus immediately regretted it and realised ha had made a mistake. Dean looked on, unsure of what was going to happen.
"Harry?" Dean asked.
"What?" he snapped, he didn't need this right now.
"Are... are you OK?" Seamus continued from his boyfriend.
"Fine... "Harry said wearily.
"No," Seamus said, "No, you're not are you?" It was a rhetorical question.
'Duh,' Harry thought, "Look, OK, I'm going to be fine. It'll all be... fine." He didn't sound convinced himself.
"You sure?"
Harry nodded, then shook his head, but then shrugged and shut his eyes. Maybe if he kept his eyes closed everything and everyone would disappear.
"Harry, you know you can tell us don't you? You can trust us, we won't judge you. We can help you... move on. Forget him." Seamus said coaxingly.
They were still there. He opened his eyes and looked at his friend. Maybe they could help him. Maybe they could help him move on.
"You mean it?" Harry asked quietly.
They nodded and Harry nodded and smiled weakly, "Well... what do you want to know? What do you want me to say?"
"How did you feel about him? How did he feel about you? What... what happened?"
"We... we got together on Christmas Eve. We were going – just as mates – to Draco's room and we were gonna exchange gifts. So we met in the Entrance Hall at about eleven o'clock. I mean I already realised I fancied him, but I thought he was straight, so I was gonna settle for being mates you know? But then ... we were walking to the dungeons, when he pointed out mistletoe. I... I was shit scared. My mouth was as dry as a horses arse honestly. He pointed at it and goes, 'Mistletoe... well Har, who are we to break tradition?' He smiled... nah he smirked then he kissed me on the corner of my mouth, then I was like.. what the hell? And I turned and kissed him properly."
"Any good?" Seamus asked and got elbowed by Dean.
Harry smirked, "Fucking great. We kissed then... well," Harry blushed slightly, "I pushed him against the wall and then and hour later, we arrived at his room. Best damn Christmas ever."
"What about in general? Did you fight at all?"
"Well we were together 5 months, course we fought a bit. Not much. Only little things. I wanted to come out to everyone about us and he didn't. That was all really. Er when you caught us... I think that was us making up from that fight..."
"Oh," Seamus smirked, "What about sex?"
"Seamus!!"
"What I'm an 18 year old boy, what *do* you expect?"
Harry snorted, "What you want details?"
Dean pulled a face, "Not details per say. Just ... instances."
"Well we didn't sleep together til... May. The start of May. Only waited that long cos Dr... Malfoy was scared."
"Was he a virgin?"
"Why?" Harry asked shrewdly.
Seamus shrugged, "Just wanna know, you know. Its Malfoy ent it? He was always supposed to be a right slut..."
"He wasn't a slut. He was yes, we both were, so leave it OK?"
They nodded and Harry relaxed, 'Why in God's name am I defending him? I should be spilling his secrets to everyone. But... oh fuck, what is wrong with me? I don't blame the git. I hate him. But I don't blame him. Why? Stupid wan... git. Oh bloody hell... it was just that something was off that day,' thought Harry angrily.
"What about your break up?" Dean asked quietly.
Harry's eyes filled with tears, but he raised his hand and wiped them away. He wasn't going to cry over him. He could blame it on mood swings.
"What happened?" Seamus asked.
"We... it..." Harry's voice faltered, "it was... two days after we had sex... after... he didn't talk much, but you know he smiled at me... I think ... I thought he was embarrassed or something... but then he came to the library – and asked to talk to me. I thought... I don't know what I thought... We went to a classroom and... he was different..." Harry trailed off, as if remembering the day, "I don't know. He was just not the Draco I knew and loved. I dunno what happened to him after that. He disappeared off the face of the earth. But it was probably easier that way. Not having to see him everyday at school. But... I wish I knew where he was. If he was OK. I ... I know is shouldn't. But I do. You know I heard some Slytherins say that he'd gone to join his father... he hasn't been caught has he?"
Dean shook his head, "No. No ones seen hide or hair of a Malfoy in months.
"Ministry thinks their in hiding, so they can't get arrested." Seamus added.
Harry nodded, "Probably ... no. No ... oh I don't know. I did think Drake was on our side... but that was probably a lie as well.
"You can't be sure he was lying to you Harry..."
"No," he said, "I can't. But thinking that he was, just makes me not miss him quite so much..."
TBC ...
I'm sorry I didn't have time to do review responses but I'll do them next week promise!! Please review!!
The title may not make sense, but it's comparisons between Harry and the other bloke. I'm not gonna write who it is, you should be able to guess.
Author: Alice aka LadyLilyPotter
Disclaimer: Well, would you look at that? My Polyjuice Potion ran out. I'm no longer J. K. Rowling. I no longer own Harry Potter, and I unfortunately never will * sigh *.
Warnings: Slash!! You no like, you no read, capiche? Mpreg!! Oh so sweet I reckon......... but you don't? OK, fair enough. Don't read. Easy eh? A/U!! This is pre OotP, cos I wanted Sirius in it. So, no mentions of anything OotP related I don't think? Snape may seem a little out of character, but he's still a snarky bastard. Also a lot of language. Seriously if anyone says anything, or thinks it wise, I will put the rating up, just say the word.
Summary: Seventeen year old Harry Potter didn't know it was possible for men to get pregnant. But when the signs come together and the truth is revealed......... how will he cope? Where is the father? Who is the father? And what's this about a new Dark Lord?
Rating: I dunno, PG-13, as there is only mid slash, kissing is all, and that won't be for a while I reckon. There's swearing too, and mature themes. If you think I should put up the rating tell me, and I will.
Anything else: If anyone really want's to know why the father left, I could email you, as it won't be revealed for ages. But only if your desperate. Please tell me in a review, I like reviews!! Please no flames, I reckon I warned you enough, but here's one more:
SLASH!! MPREG!! SLASH!! MPREG!! SLASH!! MPREG!! SLASH!! MPREG!!
Black and White
Chapter 6: Breakdown
Harry pressed fast forward on the video remote. He hated this part of the film it always made him cry. Well, at the moment it did. He was four and a half months pregnant now and he'd been living in his new 'Muggle' house for two months nearly now, and he loved it.
Harry loved the house, it was pretty big, and it was how he had always imagined a family home to be. Especially his home. Well he never expected to be a single father, or pregnant himself, but it was all good. Sirius, Remus, Seamus, Dean and Snape were all regular visitors. Snape came around once a week to check on Harry, since he was carrying twins he needed more regular check ups. There, luckily, had been no problems yet. He was very large already, he was only halfway through his pregnancy and he looked at least as big as a seven or eight month pregnant woman.
He only had concealing charms placed on him when he wanted to go out, which wasn't very often really, plus he needed someone to accompany him. Only the week before he had been in the supermarket with Sirius, and someone had bumped into his bump, his invisible pregnant bump. The charm that he was using didn't change his appearance or take away his pregnancy, all it did was hide it, make him look ... not pregnant.
"Harry?" A voice came through the house.
"In the living room," he shouted, "Can't really get up, so I'm afraid you'll have to carry your asses in here!"
"Bless," Seamus said sarcastically as he entered with Remus and Snape. He sat in front of the TV next to Harry and shot him an bemused look, "Honestly Harry? What have you got with this film? The last three times I've been over you've been watching this."
"I like it," Harry said defensively and rested his hand on his t-shirt clad bump.
"Why? I know for a fact it makes you cry." Seamus stated wryly.
'And you have a problem with this why?' he thought, "So? I fast forward that bit. I like the sound track," Harry answered.
Seamus snorted, "What ever mate. Sirius couldn't come... he's ... at some kind of meeting... with some people. I dunno. If you want details ask Remus. Dean's at work, he only gets a forty-minute lunch break, there wouldn't be time. I only get an hour though mate, so we'll be over tonight. I'll stay til Snape has to go."
"Oh is he here?" Harry asked, "Didn't see him come in..." He attempted to get off the couch, only to fall back and sink back between the cushions.
"Er, yeah, you want me to get him for you?" Seamus asked, unable to mask the amusement in his voice.
"Cheers, you know it takes me a bloody week to stand up. I'm getting tired of that quickly." Harry pouted.
"Moody much?" Seamus said teasingly.
"Sod off. I'm not moody," Harry folded his arms and focused his attention on the television screen.
"Course not. Back in a min." Seamus said and he stood up, and walked through to Harry's kitchen.
There were a few muffled words spoken, and then a yell of, "Tea Harry?"
Harry grinned, although no one saw, "Yeah please," he replied, "I tried to make one before... but you know... couldn't get up..."
"OK!" was shouted back and then a bitten back laugh.
"For Gods sake Potter, turn that rubbish off. And get up," Snape said as they walked in, Seamus and Remus clutching a Scooby Doo mug each, and Seamus one for Harry. Apparently Snape had declined.
'Although,' Harry thought, 'Would have been funny to see the O-Feared- Potions-Master drinking from a Scooby Doo mug.'
"It's good," Harry said, referring to his film, "And I can't. Oh hi by the way." Harry grumbled.
Snape rolled his eyes, and looked around the room distastefully. It was decorated in blue and cream, no matter how much the others had wanted red and gold. There was a large squishy couch in front of the television and fireplace, and an armchair to the side. A coffee table littered with magazines, baby books and sweet wrappers was in the middle of the room, as was a deep rug. To the back of the room was a Welsh dresser with a hi-fi, and more baby books. Harry had resolutely refused for his home to be decorated like Gryffindor Tower, he considered it too cliché.
"Here," Remus said walking forwards, he cleared a space on the cluttered coffee table for two mugs and held out his hand.
Harry gratefully took it and stood up, "Cheers."
Remus smiled, "OK, how have you been?"
Harry shrugged, "Not bad really. I'm just very ... big. It takes me ages to stand up. That's the worst thing so far."
Snape rolled his eyes, "Potter, you are carrying twins, please tell me what do you expect? Have you had any mood swings, cravings yet?"
Harry shook his head thoughtfully, "No. Not food cravings. See, well... I'm craving sex. But... that's not what you mean is it?" Harry answered wickedly.
Snape smirked, "No. It's hormones boy. Get used to it."
"So I have to be permanently horny for the next four and a half months? Right, OK, could be interesting... but hell, it's very frustrating..."
"I don't' care how you take care of your frustrations, although I'm sure if you keep your mind in the gutter, you'll remember some way."
"More than likely."
"Hm..." Snape said, "Anyway. I'll cast the spell now."
When Harry bought his house, he had Warded it similar to Privet Drive, although he had found a spell that meant that any minor magic cast there wouldn't be detected without it being traced to a Muggle area. His own wand was in a wooden box underneath his bed, upstairs, as well as the few other magical items he had chosen to keep.
Harry nodded and felt the charm checking his body, and watched as the results were fed onto a waiting sheet of parchment from Snape's wand.
Snape picked it up and scanned it quickly, "Well Mr Potter, it seems we are anaemic."
"What's that?" Remus asked worriedly, moving closer to Harry.
"Not enough iron in his blood. I can make a potion that will last a week. I'll bring it on my next check up. Until then, just eat more broccoli boy." Snape said. He noticed a scared look on Harry's face, "Nothing life threatening Potter, you will be fine as will your children."
Harry nodded and his face gained some of its lost colour, "Thank you Professor Snape."
"You're welcome. Now I need to go. I have a class to teach in 20 minutes," Snape said.
Harry nodded, "OK, thanks again."
"Harry mate, I need to go. Me and Dean'll be over for Chinese tonight though," Seamus said standing up.
Harry nodded, "Right, cheers. I'll see you later. Don't mind if I don't come to the door do you?"
Seamus shook his head, "Nah. Seeya," and walked out. Snape nodded once at Harry, who nodded back and swept out of the room, robes billowing impressively.
Harry looked on thoughtfully, "You think he has a charm to do that Moony?"
Remus chuckled, "I don't know Harry. I don't think anyone has ever had the cheek to ask him. You'll have to try."
Harry nodded, "Hmm... I think I will. That'll really piss him off won't it?"
"More than likely."
"Good. So how are you?" Harry asked.
"Fine," he answered, "Fine. What about you? Anything you didn't tell Severus?"
Harry screwed up his face, "No. I told him the worst didn't I? Nothing to hide really."
"Good," Remus said, "You need anything doing?"
"Er... I'm hungry, will you help me make some lunch?" Harry asked.
"Of course," Remus smiled, "Why don't you stay in here and watch your film? I'll be back in a minute."
"Cheers," Harry said, and he sat down, worn out from having to stand up for a while. Remus walked through to the kitchen to make Harry something, and Harry picked up the remote and pressed the play button, and settled back down to watching 'The Lion King.'
* * *
"... and how did ... does ... that work?" Dean asked. He and Seamus were sitting in Harry's living room, eating Chinese out of the little white boxes, talking about the pregnancy.
Harry swallowed, "Right, well obviously they won't be identical twins, seen as one's a boy and one's a girl." He said and noticed funny looks on their faces, "Can't have identical boys and girls. If the were both boys what would have happened is that the sperm," Seamus snickered, "Shut up, how old are you? The *sperm* would have reacted magically with mine and the foetus would be formed, then it would split, thus identical twin boys."
"Well ... "Dean said, "How did you end up pregnant with a boy *and* a girl?"
"Erm... well... it's hard to explain. It's a bit weird really. I've done some research into Muggle Science you see and non identical twins are formed by two sperm... for Gods sake, sperm, sperm, sperm, two sperm penetrate one egg and it splits or two separate eggs are fertilised, and they aren't identical. But I think what must have happened with me is that there were two separate reactions between my sperm and his, so two foetuses were formed. It would therefore have been possible for me to have non-identical boys and girls. But I have a girl and a boy." Harry answered.
Dean nodded, "Well explained Professor Potter."
Harry frowned for a minute and began to eat chow mein with chopsticks. His eyes fell on Dean and Seamus, who were sitting together on the couch, whereas Harry sat on the armchair.
They were... together. They knew each other fantastically well, knew each others habits, likes and dislikes... just like he and Draco had been. Before their horrible break up. Seamus leant over and whispered something in Deans ear, who chuckled and quickly gave him a chaste kiss on the side of his mouth and began to feed him some chicken chunks from the chicken curry box. Seamus caught it between his teeth and leaned forward and placed it in Deans mouth and he swallowed. Dean made a giggling noise and sighed contentedly. He leant back against Seamus' chest and Seamus settled back against the couch. He swung an arm around Deans shoulder and grabbed his hand. Dean leaned against his shoulder and closed his eyes. Seamus kissed Deans hair and concentrated on the television screen.
As Harry watched, his heart broke all over again. Seeing Dean and Seamus, so obviously in love was as hard as hell. When he saw them together like that, it just reminded him of what he had lost. His relationship with Draco had been all that and more before they broke up.
Harry remembered when they had been together, their secret, sure to be frowned upon relationship. He remembered when they had first been together, the slip-ups that had happened, that had so nearly revealed their relationship. The stolen, searing, wanton looks thrown across the Great Hall, corridors and classrooms, and the stolen moments in old classrooms, alcoves and corridors and the desperate, passionate kisses and embraces in them. He remembered the nights they had spent in Draco's room – there were no other Seventh Year boys left, they had all become Death Eaters or had been killed. The days, nights and evenings they had simply spent in each other's company and exploring each others bodies. The time they had spent simply getting to know each other, heart, mind, soul and body. The way he knew that the innocent nights together they spent in the same bed would always guarantee to make Draco blush. Harry had learnt that while Draco openly talked about sex, he was very wary and embarrassed at actually having sex. It was one of the reasons they had waited so long to finally join together fully. He found out that Draco deeply resented his father for setting his views and opinions so early on in life, and that Draco had quietly been on the side of the light the whole time. He was supposed to spy on Harry and Dumbledore, that being the reason he wasn't marked. He was supposed to pass on information. And he did. False information. Snape and Dumbledore had known about his double loyalties, as any information he could find out was passed onto Snape, and in turn Dumbledore. He'd learnt that Draco rarely truly smiled, but when he did it was breath taking. The way his breath hiked when Harry kissed down his cheek, neck and chest. The teasing curl of hair that strayed above the waist band of his trousers. How if you ran your tongue along his bottom lip he would shiver, and how ticklish the roof of his mouth was as were his toes. How he loved to fly, but only played Quidditch to please his father. How he had wanted to take Muggle Studies in his 3rd Year, but he hadn't been allowed. How much he loved the people he loved...
'No,' thought Harry, 'No. He was a cold, heartless bastard. He ... he was just using me. He faked everything, all he wanted was to be the first to shag Harry Potter. He didn't cared about me at all or he would have broken up with me would he? I don't give a toss about him. He can rot in hell for all I care. Yep. I don't care at all. No... Oh who the fuck am I trying to kid? I still love the git, and always will, no matter what he has done. I just need ... closure. There was just something... off about that day. He wasn't himself. But he could have been putting it on. Yeah no way to break up with someone nicely is there? Oh well... he's out of my life now. I can forget ... no. I can't. I'm pregnant with his children. God I hope it's easier later. I can't handle this for the rest of my life. He's getting on with his life, and I will get on with mine. Raise my children ... get a job... although I do wonder where the hell he is...'
Harry sighed and concentrated on the television screen, but found he didn't care about the latest sex scandal to rock the Prime Ministers office. He picked up a bag of prawn crackers and began to eat. He was hungry all the time. 'But,' he thought, 'I am eating for three.'
Seamus sighed and leant forward to pick up his can of beer, "So Harry ... how are you doing?"
"Whad'ya mean?" Harry asked.
"About Malfoy. You must be feeling something. Are you over him... I don't really see how you can be, you haven't spoken to anyone have you?" Seamus asked hesitantly. He wasn't sure how Harry would take a conversation based on his ex-lover.
Harry visibly tensed and Seamus immediately regretted it and realised ha had made a mistake. Dean looked on, unsure of what was going to happen.
"Harry?" Dean asked.
"What?" he snapped, he didn't need this right now.
"Are... are you OK?" Seamus continued from his boyfriend.
"Fine... "Harry said wearily.
"No," Seamus said, "No, you're not are you?" It was a rhetorical question.
'Duh,' Harry thought, "Look, OK, I'm going to be fine. It'll all be... fine." He didn't sound convinced himself.
"You sure?"
Harry nodded, then shook his head, but then shrugged and shut his eyes. Maybe if he kept his eyes closed everything and everyone would disappear.
"Harry, you know you can tell us don't you? You can trust us, we won't judge you. We can help you... move on. Forget him." Seamus said coaxingly.
They were still there. He opened his eyes and looked at his friend. Maybe they could help him. Maybe they could help him move on.
"You mean it?" Harry asked quietly.
They nodded and Harry nodded and smiled weakly, "Well... what do you want to know? What do you want me to say?"
"How did you feel about him? How did he feel about you? What... what happened?"
"We... we got together on Christmas Eve. We were going – just as mates – to Draco's room and we were gonna exchange gifts. So we met in the Entrance Hall at about eleven o'clock. I mean I already realised I fancied him, but I thought he was straight, so I was gonna settle for being mates you know? But then ... we were walking to the dungeons, when he pointed out mistletoe. I... I was shit scared. My mouth was as dry as a horses arse honestly. He pointed at it and goes, 'Mistletoe... well Har, who are we to break tradition?' He smiled... nah he smirked then he kissed me on the corner of my mouth, then I was like.. what the hell? And I turned and kissed him properly."
"Any good?" Seamus asked and got elbowed by Dean.
Harry smirked, "Fucking great. We kissed then... well," Harry blushed slightly, "I pushed him against the wall and then and hour later, we arrived at his room. Best damn Christmas ever."
"What about in general? Did you fight at all?"
"Well we were together 5 months, course we fought a bit. Not much. Only little things. I wanted to come out to everyone about us and he didn't. That was all really. Er when you caught us... I think that was us making up from that fight..."
"Oh," Seamus smirked, "What about sex?"
"Seamus!!"
"What I'm an 18 year old boy, what *do* you expect?"
Harry snorted, "What you want details?"
Dean pulled a face, "Not details per say. Just ... instances."
"Well we didn't sleep together til... May. The start of May. Only waited that long cos Dr... Malfoy was scared."
"Was he a virgin?"
"Why?" Harry asked shrewdly.
Seamus shrugged, "Just wanna know, you know. Its Malfoy ent it? He was always supposed to be a right slut..."
"He wasn't a slut. He was yes, we both were, so leave it OK?"
They nodded and Harry relaxed, 'Why in God's name am I defending him? I should be spilling his secrets to everyone. But... oh fuck, what is wrong with me? I don't blame the git. I hate him. But I don't blame him. Why? Stupid wan... git. Oh bloody hell... it was just that something was off that day,' thought Harry angrily.
"What about your break up?" Dean asked quietly.
Harry's eyes filled with tears, but he raised his hand and wiped them away. He wasn't going to cry over him. He could blame it on mood swings.
"What happened?" Seamus asked.
"We... it..." Harry's voice faltered, "it was... two days after we had sex... after... he didn't talk much, but you know he smiled at me... I think ... I thought he was embarrassed or something... but then he came to the library – and asked to talk to me. I thought... I don't know what I thought... We went to a classroom and... he was different..." Harry trailed off, as if remembering the day, "I don't know. He was just not the Draco I knew and loved. I dunno what happened to him after that. He disappeared off the face of the earth. But it was probably easier that way. Not having to see him everyday at school. But... I wish I knew where he was. If he was OK. I ... I know is shouldn't. But I do. You know I heard some Slytherins say that he'd gone to join his father... he hasn't been caught has he?"
Dean shook his head, "No. No ones seen hide or hair of a Malfoy in months.
"Ministry thinks their in hiding, so they can't get arrested." Seamus added.
Harry nodded, "Probably ... no. No ... oh I don't know. I did think Drake was on our side... but that was probably a lie as well.
"You can't be sure he was lying to you Harry..."
"No," he said, "I can't. But thinking that he was, just makes me not miss him quite so much..."
TBC ...
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