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 7: Break Up
"Oh my God! The babies kicked! Harry said, in a hushed, in awe voice. He lifted his pyjama top up, his very, very large pyjama top and looked at his stomach disbelievingly. A small bump protruded near his belly button and Harry's mouth opened in surprise. He giggled quietly and hovered two fingers over his stomach. Slowly, in trepidation he lowered his fingers and felt his children move beneath his touch. His face lit up brighter than it had in many, many months.
"Oh wow!" Harry said and gently ran his entire palm over his swollen stomach. His stomach was now larger than he had ever imagined it could be. He was now 6 months (and a little bit) pregnant. He lost the ability to see his feet over the last few weeks ... not that it mattered ... the only thing it meant was that he couldn't put his own shoes on. But he didn't mind, he didn't go anywhere except his back garden anyway. And he could only go out there with someone with him. The whole 'staying-in-the-house' thing was really starting t bug him, but the only thing he could do was moan at people, mainly Sirius and Remus. He was also losing control of his bladder – as much as it pained him to admit it. Dean and Seamus – when he told them – had simply snickered, Remus and Sirius simply gave him sympathetic looks and Snape had said simply said he would look for a potion that could help. When he had told Harry this, he had shot him a very funny look, and realised that whenever Snape didn't know what to do he turned to potions to look for a solution.
"Well," Harry said aloud to his belly, "I think I should really start to think of names shouldn't I? I just refer to you as... hell I don't really refer to you do I? You're ... just... a bump. I ... I'm talking to myself aren't I? No I'm talking to you aren't I? Yeah ... well ... I still don't really think it's real ... I know it's real but – well I dunno. When you're here. God, I'll have to get someone to sort out your rooms won't I? Well ... you'll be in my room for the first year won't you? One room can be pink and the other blue. Well you'll be here in a couple of months. You're six months old now ... sort of at the minute. I mean, women's pregnancy's are 9 months, but men's are shorter. Seven and a half to eight months at the longest. Not sure why. I think it's because the magical reaction at the very start speeds up the growth of the embryo. So ... you'll be here soon. I reckon you're gonna be absolutely enormous, I mean I've put on so much weight I haven't been able to see my feet for weeks, and once it gets to the afternoon I'm so tired someone has to help me up or it can take a half an hour. Oh I don't care. It'll all be worth it once you're here won't it? You'll be here, with me and we can be together, a proper family. Yeah, it's gonna be wicked. We ... can go out together. I can teach you how to ride a bike in the garden, take you to Sirius' to ride a broom. I can take you to the beach, and ... and the park, and anywhere. Just us three."
There was a loud slamming noise from the front door of Harry's house. Someone stormed through the house and flung the door to the living room. Harry hurriedly did his shirt up and slowly got up and turned to face them.
"Oh ... "Harry said and walked ... waddled over to the distraught person in front of them. He reached up and brushed a stray tear away from under his eye, "What the hell has brought this on? I thought I was the hormonal one."
'Oh crap joke' thought Harry.
"Crap joke Harry," said Dean through a strain of more tears.
"Dean ..." Harry said helplessly, "What's wrong? Is it work? Seamus?"
Dean nodded vigorously at his lover's name and blinked furiously trying to hold back tears. He sat down on the armchair and buried his head in his hands.
Harry sat awkwardly on the edge of the couch, on the arm opposite Dean and placed his hand on his stomach, "What did he do Dean?"
"He ... he says things are moving too fast, doesn't want to move in with me ... and you know what he's like, he wants to sow his wild oats so to speck. We ... we broke up Harry... "Dean said miserably.
"Oh," Harry said simply. Dean and Seamus' relationship was by no means orthodox – for one thing they were both men. But besides that, it still wasn't. Harry wasn't sure if they loved each other, well he knew Dean loved Seamus but he wasn't sure if it was reciprocated. Seamus flirted with everything on two legs, men and women, and Harry thought he had been faithful to Dean, but he wasn't sure. While they were at Hogwarts he knew he was. They were the only openly gay couple there, and if either of them had kissed anyone else, he knew they would have heard about it. But after that Harry wasn't sure. Seamus had been a great friend to Harry and he hadn't picked up on any major fights between his two best friends. He'd always wondered why they hadn't moved in together after Hogwarts, but it seemed there was a reason.
"You wanna talk 'bout it?" Harry asked.
Dean shrugged, sniffed and wiped his face on the sleeve of his jacket, "I dunno. I ... I just wanna forget about him Har. I need something to do ..."
Harry looked thoughtful for a moment, "OK, well, what do you want to do?"
Dean shrugged again, "I dunno... how are you feeling? Anything with the babies?"
Harry beamed, "Yeah, bug news from earlier, they kicked!!"
"Oh really?" Dean asked, excited for his friend.
"Yeah, it was so weird. It was really, really great. I was thinking that I should be thinking about names as I only have like two months don't I?" Harry said.
"Yeah, names, that'll keep us occupied won't it? Dean said, more to himself than the other man in the room.
"Uh huh," harry said, "I think Sirius is expecting me to name the girl Lily and the boy James though."
"So you don't want to?" Dean asked.
Harry shook his head, "No. It's just, well ... it's expected isn't it? I'd prefer to go for the shock value right? I hate doing what is expected."
Dean smiled weakly, "I know Harry."
"I don't know," he said wearily, "I might give than Lily and James as middle names though. I'd like to do it as a gesture, so I can remember them ... not that I'd ever forget them. But ... well yeah. Last names as Potter obviously, my children aren't gonna be Malfoy's, bastard. Something, Lily or James Potter. Yeah ... so I need names really, first names." Harry said.
"Any ideas?" Dean sniffed.
"I dunno, I want long names, interesting names, I don't want short names... even though I'm condemning them to having to learn how to spell long names at 3..." Harry said thoughtfully and he fell back onto the couch.
"Do you care about the meanings of names Harry?" Dean asked, very focused as to forget his predicament.
Harry screwed up his face and shook his head, "Not really. I wouldn't know where to start looking for meanings. I just want names I like really."
Dean nodded again, "OK, do you want names of people have had, you wanna name them after anyone specific?"
"Nope, totally different names, not onse I have heard on people I know," Harry decided resolutely.
"K what about Zachary?"
"Nah..."
"Callum?"
"I've never liked that name really. Dunno why. Here was a kid in my Primary School called Callum."
"Er ... right, Christopher?"
"Mmm ..."
"Orlando?"
"Bloom?"
"Huh?"
"Muggle actor, you not heard of him?"
"Oh bloke in Lord of the Rings?"
"Uh huh... erm Jonathan?"
"Meh ..."
"Picky much?" teased Dean.
"Me?" Harr asked innocently, "Never."
Dean snorted, "Sure God I'm not sure, you're so picky Har. Lets try girls names. Jessica?"
"Don't like it," Harry said happily.
"Elizabeth?"
"Remids me of a grandmother."
"Uh... OK. Christina?"
"Aguliera?"
"Fine... next one ... is Charlotte."
"That's OK actually. I quite like that name. Are you a Charlotte?" Harry lifted up his shirt and said directly, "Are you called Charlotte little one?" One of the babies kicked his bladded and he winced, "Fine, maybe not? I'll think about it later."
Dean smiled, "You talk to the a lot?"
Harry shook his head, "Not really... but ... I don't see why not."
"I think it's sweet," Dean said in a tone that was clearly meant to be helpful.
"Cheers," Harry stood up slowly and began to make his way to the kitchen.
"Hey." Dean said sheepishly, hands deep in his pockets, "Thanks Harry. I mean, for everything. You know? Er ... you need a hand?"
Harry's face brightened "It's OK. And sure."
"Watcha making?"
"I feel like pickled onions," Harry said and he waddled into the kitchen, Dean following.
*** Later that night, when Dean was asleep in one of the guestrooms – he hadn't felt like going to his flat alone that night – Harry sat down to write to Seamus, he needed them back together, and for that he needed both sided of the story. He needed them back together, they needed to be together. It just didn't fir.
Seamus,
Hi, it's Harry. Look, I've got Dean sleeping in my guest room at the minute, very upset and I wanna know your side of the argument OK? Could you come around tomorrow when he's at work please?
Harry
p.s the baby's kicked today, good huh?
Harry got up from the kitchen table and unlocked the door. Hedwig flew down from the roof of the house and Harry attached the short note to her claw and sent her on her way to Seamus. He watched her fly away, to the light of the nearly full moon – the reason he wasn't going to see Remus and Sirius for a couple of days in a couple of days – to less than a dot and he shut the door and went back to bed.
Later, the next day, Harry was sitting on the couch cross legged, eating vanilla ice cream, looking through a book of baby names, when Seamus came around. When he walked through the door, Harry quickly noticed he looked slightly worse the wear. His sandy brown hair was tossled, his skin was pale, he had bags under his eyes and his shirt was missing a button.
"Hey Harry ..." Seamus said awkwardly.
Harry nodded at him, "Seam ..."
Seamus squirmed and sank into the chair, "Yeah?"
What ... what happened?"
Seamus sighed, "I don't know. We were at my flat, just just talking and we got round to talking about our ... us. The Dean asked me to move in with him ... and I'm just not ready for that. Honestly, that's it. Then he starts accusing me of cheating on me, which I have never done... I couldn't. I love him." Seamus said.
"Have you told him that?" Harry pushed.
"Not in so many words," Seamus admitted.
"Why?" Harry asked, "You've been together how long, a year and a half? How come..."
"I don't know Harry. I'm scared. All this scares the complete and utter shit out of me. It always has Harry," Seamus said his voice rising several decibels.
"Calm down OK? You have issues yes? Commitment it scares you. You ... you need to talk to Dean about this, not me." Harry said.
"You're right. Yeah I need him. I need him. I can't live without his Harry."
"But you can't live with him?" Harry asked wryly.
"No. What if we brake up? What if something happens to him? If anything happened to him I couldn't handle it. I can't let myself get too close or it'll hurt more," Seamus ranted.
"You're scared of getting hurt," Harry said more to himself than Seamus, "Seamus, if you don't take the risk for love, what are you going to take it for? Everyone is scared of getting hurt, but it doesn't have to end badly, it doesn't have to end at all.2
"But it has," Seamus said.
"Because you got you're wires crossed. You just need to talk and then everything will be fine. Talk, have make up sex and you'll be fine!" Harry said cheerfully.
Seamus rolled his eyes, "Thanks Harry. But you're right. I need to talk to him. I will ... could I wait here for him? I'll make you lunch..." Seamus offered.
"That sounds like bribery Mr Finnigan," Harry teased.
"Ah, you caught me. So it's OK?" Seamus said.
"Sure, just don't make me take sides OK?" Harry said sternly.
Seamus nodded, "So what time will he get in? Soon?"
"Er, yeah, he's been listening through the door for a minute or two," Harry said sheepishly.
There was a muffled expletive from behind the door and it opened slowly.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you it was rude to eaves drop?" Harry chided, trying – unsuccessfully – to relieve some of the tension between Dean and Seamus.
Noone said anything and Harry felt very uncomfortable and ignored. They hadn't taken their eyes off each other yet.
"You know," Harry said, "I'm just gonna take my ice cream into the kitchen. Let you two talk and that. Yeah. So ... I'll be in the kitchen eating pickled onions and ice cream OK? Well ..." Harry slowly picked up his carton of ice cream and retreated to the kitchen. He shut the door and put the tub on the side and put his ear to the door and listened to the voices. For a few very, very long minutes there were no words spoken between the two men in the front room until Seamus spoke up, but he couldn't hear everything said.
"... sorry ... wires crossed..."
"... why ... move in ... me"
"scared ... didn't ... lose you ..."
"why ... have to end ..."
"..."
"sorry ... flirting ..."
"true ... sorry ... I'm faithful"
"... accuse ... sorry ..."
"Dean ... love you ..."
"Really ... love ... too..."
There was no speaking for a minute and Harry scowled. He wanted to know how it ended. He quietly opened the door and then closed his eyes.
Lying on the couch, clearly topless and in the process of removing their trousers was Seamus lying on top of Dean. They were kissing wildly and feverently, clearly trying to lessen the distance between their bodies. A pair of trousers (Deans) were hastily thrown over the abck of the couch, followed by another pair the some blue boxer. Unable to just stand there (any longer) Harry coughed.
Two pairs of eyes peeked over the couch and Harry said, "Er as much as I'm glad you're together again, can I just go upstairs before you ..." Harry coughed, "continue."
Mortified, Dean nodded and Harry snickered, "Payback for when you spied on me my dears, now have fun shagging on my couch... just make sure you clean up ..." Harry fled from the room, careful not to see anymore.
'Bugger,' he thought as he walked as fast as humanly possible for a six month pregnant man to, 'I am so never gonna get laid again. How icky is that watching my two best friends have sex? And I liked it? Oh my God I'm sick... can I blame this on hormones? Eugh ... eugh eugh ... God ... why do they have to do that down there? I mean how inconsiderate can they get? I mean I haven't had sex in two bloody months, hell no one's even touched me in two months, and they start shagging in front of me. And me with all these hormones in me at the moment, what do they expect? Bloody inconsiderate bastards.' Harry thought and he settled on his bed to take care of his little 'problem'.
***
Two hours later there was a knock at Harry's door which awoke him.
"Er ... come in ... "he said groggily and pulled a sheet over his boxer clad form. Three men entered the room.
"Hey Moony ... Siri ... Pwfesor Snape watcha doing up here?"
"Well we were down stairs but ..." Remus began, but he was interrupted.
"Bloody hell, are they still at it? It's been... two hours!" exclaimed Harry.
Sirius chuckled, "And why are they ... on your couch?"
"They broke up. It's make up sex," Harry said as if it explained it all. It apparently did.
"Ah."
"Umm...." Harry said and he got up, "OK, what you need?"
"Just a test to see a more accurate date for the birth," Snape said professionally.
Harry winced, "OK, Yep. Right. What do I need to do?"
"Nothing," Snape sighed, "Just stand there."
"Right," Harry said, "Hey they kicked yesterday for the first time"
"Wow ... can I ..." Sirius said.
"Sure," Harry replied, "'cept they aren't doing it at the moment."
"Oh." Was all he had to say to that.
Harry simply raised his eyebrows and moved to stand in front directly in front of Professor Snape. A sheet of parchment was placed on the bed before the wand was raised and an incantation was muttered and shot at Harry's stomach. He felt the searching feeling that was so common in pregnancy spells, whilst the light beam shot at his stomach and the ricocheted off at an angle to the parchment. The light dissolved and Snape snapped up the parchment.
"You Potter, are due on the 2nd January. You'll have had an 8 month pregnancy by then, which I think is a long time for a male, and it wouldn't be possible to delay any longer. This is calculated by measuring how your body is, and the rate the foetus has grown and is at present. This is a very accurate test, it's used on men or women. But of course it is possible they are a bit early or late." Snape said in a lecturing voice.
Harry nodded, "Thank you Professor Snape."
"Potter, when you do go into labour, Owl me as fast as possible, and I will come. Also Owl the mutt, werewolf and thhe two shagging on the couch. You need someone here to help you as fast as possible OK?" Snape said.
"Yep, Owl, you lot." Harry nodded, "Thank you."
Snape merely raised his eyebrows, "You're welcome. I must be going, I'll see you in a week."
Harry nodded and Snape left. Seconds later the babies kicked, and he was pounced upon by his Godparents who wanted to feel them kicking, and Harry was delirious with happiness and contentment.
***
In Malfoy Manor, Draco Malfoy was roughly thrown into the small room that was his. His lip was split, he had a black eye and he suspected one of his ribs was broken. But this was nothing new. The Death Eaters did this a lot. They beat him up before night, let him live with the pain for a while, then heal him and begin all over again.
Suddenly a rush of happiness was sent through his veins, unlike he had never felt before and he felt better. He felt as if Harry's presence was there. And that feeling only began the start of a plan in his weary mind to get him out. And he could finally be back with Harry.
TBC ...
A/N Sorry there isn't a review response, but I wouldn't have had this posted today if you wanted one. But I really appreciate all of you reviews, thanks so so so much!! Please review again!!
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 7: Break Up
"Oh my God! The babies kicked! Harry said, in a hushed, in awe voice. He lifted his pyjama top up, his very, very large pyjama top and looked at his stomach disbelievingly. A small bump protruded near his belly button and Harry's mouth opened in surprise. He giggled quietly and hovered two fingers over his stomach. Slowly, in trepidation he lowered his fingers and felt his children move beneath his touch. His face lit up brighter than it had in many, many months.
"Oh wow!" Harry said and gently ran his entire palm over his swollen stomach. His stomach was now larger than he had ever imagined it could be. He was now 6 months (and a little bit) pregnant. He lost the ability to see his feet over the last few weeks ... not that it mattered ... the only thing it meant was that he couldn't put his own shoes on. But he didn't mind, he didn't go anywhere except his back garden anyway. And he could only go out there with someone with him. The whole 'staying-in-the-house' thing was really starting t bug him, but the only thing he could do was moan at people, mainly Sirius and Remus. He was also losing control of his bladder – as much as it pained him to admit it. Dean and Seamus – when he told them – had simply snickered, Remus and Sirius simply gave him sympathetic looks and Snape had said simply said he would look for a potion that could help. When he had told Harry this, he had shot him a very funny look, and realised that whenever Snape didn't know what to do he turned to potions to look for a solution.
"Well," Harry said aloud to his belly, "I think I should really start to think of names shouldn't I? I just refer to you as... hell I don't really refer to you do I? You're ... just... a bump. I ... I'm talking to myself aren't I? No I'm talking to you aren't I? Yeah ... well ... I still don't really think it's real ... I know it's real but – well I dunno. When you're here. God, I'll have to get someone to sort out your rooms won't I? Well ... you'll be in my room for the first year won't you? One room can be pink and the other blue. Well you'll be here in a couple of months. You're six months old now ... sort of at the minute. I mean, women's pregnancy's are 9 months, but men's are shorter. Seven and a half to eight months at the longest. Not sure why. I think it's because the magical reaction at the very start speeds up the growth of the embryo. So ... you'll be here soon. I reckon you're gonna be absolutely enormous, I mean I've put on so much weight I haven't been able to see my feet for weeks, and once it gets to the afternoon I'm so tired someone has to help me up or it can take a half an hour. Oh I don't care. It'll all be worth it once you're here won't it? You'll be here, with me and we can be together, a proper family. Yeah, it's gonna be wicked. We ... can go out together. I can teach you how to ride a bike in the garden, take you to Sirius' to ride a broom. I can take you to the beach, and ... and the park, and anywhere. Just us three."
There was a loud slamming noise from the front door of Harry's house. Someone stormed through the house and flung the door to the living room. Harry hurriedly did his shirt up and slowly got up and turned to face them.
"Oh ... "Harry said and walked ... waddled over to the distraught person in front of them. He reached up and brushed a stray tear away from under his eye, "What the hell has brought this on? I thought I was the hormonal one."
'Oh crap joke' thought Harry.
"Crap joke Harry," said Dean through a strain of more tears.
"Dean ..." Harry said helplessly, "What's wrong? Is it work? Seamus?"
Dean nodded vigorously at his lover's name and blinked furiously trying to hold back tears. He sat down on the armchair and buried his head in his hands.
Harry sat awkwardly on the edge of the couch, on the arm opposite Dean and placed his hand on his stomach, "What did he do Dean?"
"He ... he says things are moving too fast, doesn't want to move in with me ... and you know what he's like, he wants to sow his wild oats so to speck. We ... we broke up Harry... "Dean said miserably.
"Oh," Harry said simply. Dean and Seamus' relationship was by no means orthodox – for one thing they were both men. But besides that, it still wasn't. Harry wasn't sure if they loved each other, well he knew Dean loved Seamus but he wasn't sure if it was reciprocated. Seamus flirted with everything on two legs, men and women, and Harry thought he had been faithful to Dean, but he wasn't sure. While they were at Hogwarts he knew he was. They were the only openly gay couple there, and if either of them had kissed anyone else, he knew they would have heard about it. But after that Harry wasn't sure. Seamus had been a great friend to Harry and he hadn't picked up on any major fights between his two best friends. He'd always wondered why they hadn't moved in together after Hogwarts, but it seemed there was a reason.
"You wanna talk 'bout it?" Harry asked.
Dean shrugged, sniffed and wiped his face on the sleeve of his jacket, "I dunno. I ... I just wanna forget about him Har. I need something to do ..."
Harry looked thoughtful for a moment, "OK, well, what do you want to do?"
Dean shrugged again, "I dunno... how are you feeling? Anything with the babies?"
Harry beamed, "Yeah, bug news from earlier, they kicked!!"
"Oh really?" Dean asked, excited for his friend.
"Yeah, it was so weird. It was really, really great. I was thinking that I should be thinking about names as I only have like two months don't I?" Harry said.
"Yeah, names, that'll keep us occupied won't it? Dean said, more to himself than the other man in the room.
"Uh huh," harry said, "I think Sirius is expecting me to name the girl Lily and the boy James though."
"So you don't want to?" Dean asked.
Harry shook his head, "No. It's just, well ... it's expected isn't it? I'd prefer to go for the shock value right? I hate doing what is expected."
Dean smiled weakly, "I know Harry."
"I don't know," he said wearily, "I might give than Lily and James as middle names though. I'd like to do it as a gesture, so I can remember them ... not that I'd ever forget them. But ... well yeah. Last names as Potter obviously, my children aren't gonna be Malfoy's, bastard. Something, Lily or James Potter. Yeah ... so I need names really, first names." Harry said.
"Any ideas?" Dean sniffed.
"I dunno, I want long names, interesting names, I don't want short names... even though I'm condemning them to having to learn how to spell long names at 3..." Harry said thoughtfully and he fell back onto the couch.
"Do you care about the meanings of names Harry?" Dean asked, very focused as to forget his predicament.
Harry screwed up his face and shook his head, "Not really. I wouldn't know where to start looking for meanings. I just want names I like really."
Dean nodded again, "OK, do you want names of people have had, you wanna name them after anyone specific?"
"Nope, totally different names, not onse I have heard on people I know," Harry decided resolutely.
"K what about Zachary?"
"Nah..."
"Callum?"
"I've never liked that name really. Dunno why. Here was a kid in my Primary School called Callum."
"Er ... right, Christopher?"
"Mmm ..."
"Orlando?"
"Bloom?"
"Huh?"
"Muggle actor, you not heard of him?"
"Oh bloke in Lord of the Rings?"
"Uh huh... erm Jonathan?"
"Meh ..."
"Picky much?" teased Dean.
"Me?" Harr asked innocently, "Never."
Dean snorted, "Sure God I'm not sure, you're so picky Har. Lets try girls names. Jessica?"
"Don't like it," Harry said happily.
"Elizabeth?"
"Remids me of a grandmother."
"Uh... OK. Christina?"
"Aguliera?"
"Fine... next one ... is Charlotte."
"That's OK actually. I quite like that name. Are you a Charlotte?" Harry lifted up his shirt and said directly, "Are you called Charlotte little one?" One of the babies kicked his bladded and he winced, "Fine, maybe not? I'll think about it later."
Dean smiled, "You talk to the a lot?"
Harry shook his head, "Not really... but ... I don't see why not."
"I think it's sweet," Dean said in a tone that was clearly meant to be helpful.
"Cheers," Harry stood up slowly and began to make his way to the kitchen.
"Hey." Dean said sheepishly, hands deep in his pockets, "Thanks Harry. I mean, for everything. You know? Er ... you need a hand?"
Harry's face brightened "It's OK. And sure."
"Watcha making?"
"I feel like pickled onions," Harry said and he waddled into the kitchen, Dean following.
*** Later that night, when Dean was asleep in one of the guestrooms – he hadn't felt like going to his flat alone that night – Harry sat down to write to Seamus, he needed them back together, and for that he needed both sided of the story. He needed them back together, they needed to be together. It just didn't fir.
Seamus,
Hi, it's Harry. Look, I've got Dean sleeping in my guest room at the minute, very upset and I wanna know your side of the argument OK? Could you come around tomorrow when he's at work please?
Harry
p.s the baby's kicked today, good huh?
Harry got up from the kitchen table and unlocked the door. Hedwig flew down from the roof of the house and Harry attached the short note to her claw and sent her on her way to Seamus. He watched her fly away, to the light of the nearly full moon – the reason he wasn't going to see Remus and Sirius for a couple of days in a couple of days – to less than a dot and he shut the door and went back to bed.
Later, the next day, Harry was sitting on the couch cross legged, eating vanilla ice cream, looking through a book of baby names, when Seamus came around. When he walked through the door, Harry quickly noticed he looked slightly worse the wear. His sandy brown hair was tossled, his skin was pale, he had bags under his eyes and his shirt was missing a button.
"Hey Harry ..." Seamus said awkwardly.
Harry nodded at him, "Seam ..."
Seamus squirmed and sank into the chair, "Yeah?"
What ... what happened?"
Seamus sighed, "I don't know. We were at my flat, just just talking and we got round to talking about our ... us. The Dean asked me to move in with him ... and I'm just not ready for that. Honestly, that's it. Then he starts accusing me of cheating on me, which I have never done... I couldn't. I love him." Seamus said.
"Have you told him that?" Harry pushed.
"Not in so many words," Seamus admitted.
"Why?" Harry asked, "You've been together how long, a year and a half? How come..."
"I don't know Harry. I'm scared. All this scares the complete and utter shit out of me. It always has Harry," Seamus said his voice rising several decibels.
"Calm down OK? You have issues yes? Commitment it scares you. You ... you need to talk to Dean about this, not me." Harry said.
"You're right. Yeah I need him. I need him. I can't live without his Harry."
"But you can't live with him?" Harry asked wryly.
"No. What if we brake up? What if something happens to him? If anything happened to him I couldn't handle it. I can't let myself get too close or it'll hurt more," Seamus ranted.
"You're scared of getting hurt," Harry said more to himself than Seamus, "Seamus, if you don't take the risk for love, what are you going to take it for? Everyone is scared of getting hurt, but it doesn't have to end badly, it doesn't have to end at all.2
"But it has," Seamus said.
"Because you got you're wires crossed. You just need to talk and then everything will be fine. Talk, have make up sex and you'll be fine!" Harry said cheerfully.
Seamus rolled his eyes, "Thanks Harry. But you're right. I need to talk to him. I will ... could I wait here for him? I'll make you lunch..." Seamus offered.
"That sounds like bribery Mr Finnigan," Harry teased.
"Ah, you caught me. So it's OK?" Seamus said.
"Sure, just don't make me take sides OK?" Harry said sternly.
Seamus nodded, "So what time will he get in? Soon?"
"Er, yeah, he's been listening through the door for a minute or two," Harry said sheepishly.
There was a muffled expletive from behind the door and it opened slowly.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you it was rude to eaves drop?" Harry chided, trying – unsuccessfully – to relieve some of the tension between Dean and Seamus.
Noone said anything and Harry felt very uncomfortable and ignored. They hadn't taken their eyes off each other yet.
"You know," Harry said, "I'm just gonna take my ice cream into the kitchen. Let you two talk and that. Yeah. So ... I'll be in the kitchen eating pickled onions and ice cream OK? Well ..." Harry slowly picked up his carton of ice cream and retreated to the kitchen. He shut the door and put the tub on the side and put his ear to the door and listened to the voices. For a few very, very long minutes there were no words spoken between the two men in the front room until Seamus spoke up, but he couldn't hear everything said.
"... sorry ... wires crossed..."
"... why ... move in ... me"
"scared ... didn't ... lose you ..."
"why ... have to end ..."
"..."
"sorry ... flirting ..."
"true ... sorry ... I'm faithful"
"... accuse ... sorry ..."
"Dean ... love you ..."
"Really ... love ... too..."
There was no speaking for a minute and Harry scowled. He wanted to know how it ended. He quietly opened the door and then closed his eyes.
Lying on the couch, clearly topless and in the process of removing their trousers was Seamus lying on top of Dean. They were kissing wildly and feverently, clearly trying to lessen the distance between their bodies. A pair of trousers (Deans) were hastily thrown over the abck of the couch, followed by another pair the some blue boxer. Unable to just stand there (any longer) Harry coughed.
Two pairs of eyes peeked over the couch and Harry said, "Er as much as I'm glad you're together again, can I just go upstairs before you ..." Harry coughed, "continue."
Mortified, Dean nodded and Harry snickered, "Payback for when you spied on me my dears, now have fun shagging on my couch... just make sure you clean up ..." Harry fled from the room, careful not to see anymore.
'Bugger,' he thought as he walked as fast as humanly possible for a six month pregnant man to, 'I am so never gonna get laid again. How icky is that watching my two best friends have sex? And I liked it? Oh my God I'm sick... can I blame this on hormones? Eugh ... eugh eugh ... God ... why do they have to do that down there? I mean how inconsiderate can they get? I mean I haven't had sex in two bloody months, hell no one's even touched me in two months, and they start shagging in front of me. And me with all these hormones in me at the moment, what do they expect? Bloody inconsiderate bastards.' Harry thought and he settled on his bed to take care of his little 'problem'.
***
Two hours later there was a knock at Harry's door which awoke him.
"Er ... come in ... "he said groggily and pulled a sheet over his boxer clad form. Three men entered the room.
"Hey Moony ... Siri ... Pwfesor Snape watcha doing up here?"
"Well we were down stairs but ..." Remus began, but he was interrupted.
"Bloody hell, are they still at it? It's been... two hours!" exclaimed Harry.
Sirius chuckled, "And why are they ... on your couch?"
"They broke up. It's make up sex," Harry said as if it explained it all. It apparently did.
"Ah."
"Umm...." Harry said and he got up, "OK, what you need?"
"Just a test to see a more accurate date for the birth," Snape said professionally.
Harry winced, "OK, Yep. Right. What do I need to do?"
"Nothing," Snape sighed, "Just stand there."
"Right," Harry said, "Hey they kicked yesterday for the first time"
"Wow ... can I ..." Sirius said.
"Sure," Harry replied, "'cept they aren't doing it at the moment."
"Oh." Was all he had to say to that.
Harry simply raised his eyebrows and moved to stand in front directly in front of Professor Snape. A sheet of parchment was placed on the bed before the wand was raised and an incantation was muttered and shot at Harry's stomach. He felt the searching feeling that was so common in pregnancy spells, whilst the light beam shot at his stomach and the ricocheted off at an angle to the parchment. The light dissolved and Snape snapped up the parchment.
"You Potter, are due on the 2nd January. You'll have had an 8 month pregnancy by then, which I think is a long time for a male, and it wouldn't be possible to delay any longer. This is calculated by measuring how your body is, and the rate the foetus has grown and is at present. This is a very accurate test, it's used on men or women. But of course it is possible they are a bit early or late." Snape said in a lecturing voice.
Harry nodded, "Thank you Professor Snape."
"Potter, when you do go into labour, Owl me as fast as possible, and I will come. Also Owl the mutt, werewolf and thhe two shagging on the couch. You need someone here to help you as fast as possible OK?" Snape said.
"Yep, Owl, you lot." Harry nodded, "Thank you."
Snape merely raised his eyebrows, "You're welcome. I must be going, I'll see you in a week."
Harry nodded and Snape left. Seconds later the babies kicked, and he was pounced upon by his Godparents who wanted to feel them kicking, and Harry was delirious with happiness and contentment.
***
In Malfoy Manor, Draco Malfoy was roughly thrown into the small room that was his. His lip was split, he had a black eye and he suspected one of his ribs was broken. But this was nothing new. The Death Eaters did this a lot. They beat him up before night, let him live with the pain for a while, then heal him and begin all over again.
Suddenly a rush of happiness was sent through his veins, unlike he had never felt before and he felt better. He felt as if Harry's presence was there. And that feeling only began the start of a plan in his weary mind to get him out. And he could finally be back with Harry.
TBC ...
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