Chapter 1
Severus Snape sat on top of his footlocker impatiently waiting for his son. Several minutes later, a rather pissed off Harry came trudging down the stairs, his trunk hitting each step as he dragged it behind him.
"Why must I wear i this /i?" Harry asked angrily as he pulled on his tie for emphasis.
"Because I'm your father and if I say you have to wear your uniform to school, you wear your uniform to school. End of story." His reply was met with protest as he shrunk down both his and Harry's footlockers and lead him out the front door.
A shiny black limo waited in the drive in front of the house for father and son. Draco leaned casually against the black car as he cleaned under his fingernails with a knife. His hair had grown a bit during the summer making him nearly a carbon copy of his father who stood next to him.
Harry was still complaining about wearing his school clothes when he was abruptly silenced, mid-rant, by a pair of soft lips pressing against his. He returned his lover's kiss and slid into the limo.
The four passed through the barrier to platform 9 3/4 five minutes before 10am. It wasn't long before Harry and Severus were flagged down by a cluster of redheads and one brunette.
A pair of slate gray eyes glanced over to where Harry was saying his goodbyes to the Weasley's.
"Father?...Father?!" Draco waved a hand infront of his father's face to get his attention. "What's wrong with you?" Draco held out his hand to get the point across to his pre-occupied father that he needed some spending money.
Lucius handed his son some spending money before Draco took his trunk and made his way over to Harry as they all boarded the train.
Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had gone off to find an empty compartment as Harry and Draco shared a tender kiss before going off to sit in separate compartments with their friends.
The train left the station at 10am with a lurch that sent Harry running to the toilet. His three friends looked on in confusion as Harry came and sat back down in his seat, acting as if everything was completely normal.
"You alright?" Ginny asked, breaking a long and quite awkward silence.
"I'm fine, Gin." He answered giving her a unconvincing smile.
"No offense there, mate, but you look like shit."
"Thank you, Ron, for pointing that out." the other boy responded. "How was your summer?" He asked nobody in particular, trying to change the subject.
"'Mione spent the summer with us. How was i your/i summer with the greasy git?" Ron asked before his friend darted out of the compartment to lose whatever was left of his breakfast.
"It was fine." And left it at that.
After a few more trips to the toilet and a short nap, Harry finally spoke up.
"I think I'm pregnant." he said softly.
Severus Snape sat on top of his footlocker impatiently waiting for his son. Several minutes later, a rather pissed off Harry came trudging down the stairs, his trunk hitting each step as he dragged it behind him.
"Why must I wear i this /i?" Harry asked angrily as he pulled on his tie for emphasis.
"Because I'm your father and if I say you have to wear your uniform to school, you wear your uniform to school. End of story." His reply was met with protest as he shrunk down both his and Harry's footlockers and lead him out the front door.
A shiny black limo waited in the drive in front of the house for father and son. Draco leaned casually against the black car as he cleaned under his fingernails with a knife. His hair had grown a bit during the summer making him nearly a carbon copy of his father who stood next to him.
Harry was still complaining about wearing his school clothes when he was abruptly silenced, mid-rant, by a pair of soft lips pressing against his. He returned his lover's kiss and slid into the limo.
The four passed through the barrier to platform 9 3/4 five minutes before 10am. It wasn't long before Harry and Severus were flagged down by a cluster of redheads and one brunette.
A pair of slate gray eyes glanced over to where Harry was saying his goodbyes to the Weasley's.
"Father?...Father?!" Draco waved a hand infront of his father's face to get his attention. "What's wrong with you?" Draco held out his hand to get the point across to his pre-occupied father that he needed some spending money.
Lucius handed his son some spending money before Draco took his trunk and made his way over to Harry as they all boarded the train.
Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had gone off to find an empty compartment as Harry and Draco shared a tender kiss before going off to sit in separate compartments with their friends.
The train left the station at 10am with a lurch that sent Harry running to the toilet. His three friends looked on in confusion as Harry came and sat back down in his seat, acting as if everything was completely normal.
"You alright?" Ginny asked, breaking a long and quite awkward silence.
"I'm fine, Gin." He answered giving her a unconvincing smile.
"No offense there, mate, but you look like shit."
"Thank you, Ron, for pointing that out." the other boy responded. "How was your summer?" He asked nobody in particular, trying to change the subject.
"'Mione spent the summer with us. How was i your/i summer with the greasy git?" Ron asked before his friend darted out of the compartment to lose whatever was left of his breakfast.
"It was fine." And left it at that.
After a few more trips to the toilet and a short nap, Harry finally spoke up.
"I think I'm pregnant." he said softly.