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"I think I'm pregnant." he said softly.
Suddenly, his shoes seemed to become quite interesting. To say that his friends were surprised would be an understatement. Harry was unsure of what to expect when he looked up at them. Something warm ran down his cheek as he pulled his feet up onto the seat, hugging his knees to his chest. It took him a moment to realize he was crying and he quickly wiped away the tears.
"You can't tell anyone."
The first to say anything was Hermione.
"Does anyone else know?" he shook his head. "This is a big thing, Harry, and you are planning on telling Draco, right? Your father doesn't know either, does he?" She asked with a sigh as she moved to sit beside her friend, resting the softly sobbing boy's head in her lap.
"I don't want anyone to know until I know for sure that I'm pregnant." Harry murmured, his body relaxing as Hermione ran her fingers through his hair.
"Shit. You're going to have to quit quidditch...Ow! What was that for?" Ron glared at his sister and at Hermione, rubbing his arm and shin. Harry closed his eyes and slept until Ginny woke him.
Draco watched Harry from across the great hall as he interacted with his friends. His eyes flashed up to where his Head of House was seated and saw he too was taking notice of the raven haired boy's behaviour.
It seemed to take forever to get through the sorting and Dumbledore's speech but even after everyone started eating, Harry just sat there, staring at a blank spot on the wall. Seamus watched with a puzzled expression as Hermione began to shovel food onto his plate.
"Harry, you okay there?" Seamus asked, nudging the boy in the ribs.
"Oh.. Yeah, I'm fine." He answered, reassuring his classmate. Looking across the two centre tables, Harry caught Draco's eye and gave the blond a small wave. Just to show his friends he was fine, Harry shoved a forkful of food into his mouth and grinned.
Harry was walking with his friends to their dorms when he was grabbed by the ear and dragged in the other direction towards the dungeons. Protesting was useless and unless he wanted to be missing an ear, trying to get away wasn't an option either. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Draco trying to catch up with them.
Severus muttered something that neither boy could discern and threw open the door to his personal chambers.
"He'll see you in class tomorrow, mister Malfoy." Draco stood there in shock as the door closed in his face. If there was one thing for sure, it was that he didn't want to be nearby when the professor was in one of his moods.
Harry heard the one-sided exchange between his father and his lover and scampered into the small room next to Severus' bedroom. The boy was sitting cross-legged on his bed rubbing his ear when he looked up to see his father's imposing figure leaning against the doorframe. 'Great...' He though sarcastically as he jumped off the bed and pushed past his father and into the bathroom, losing his supper. When he got back to his room, Severus was leaning against the small, cherry wood dresser with his arms crossed.
"This has gone on long enough...Come with me." He said pulling his son by the ear into the bathroom and sat him on the ledge of the bathtub. Harry watched as his father went through the medicine cabinet, pulling out something that resembled curdled milk and runny toothpaste. He measured out the dosage on a teaspoon, rolling his eyes at the disgusted expression plastered on the teen's face.
"You can't make me take th-" Harry's words were cut off as the teaspoon was thrust into his mouth. "That's revolting." He commented after finally swallowing the beige concoction. Not surprisingly, it quelled his urge to be sick again.
"That should help calm your stomach for a bit. Now, care to tell me what's been going on with you lately?" Harry shook his head.
"Why have you been sick for nearly a month?" The only answer the older man received was a shrug. He knew that there was something that Harry wasn't telling.
"Promise not to be judgemental?"
Severus knew that was not a good sign. "I'll try."
Harry was studying the tile pattern on the floor, not wanting to see his father's expression when he told him. "I- I'm p-pregnant." He stuttered.
Severus stood there not saying a word. He had ruled out pregnancy as a cause for his near constant vomiting. It wasn't that he didn't think it was possible, he was just in denial when it came to his son and sex.
"You're seventeen! What were you thinking?!"
"I'm sorry." Harry answered meekly.
"Sorry just doesn't cut it anymore, Harry. This is too big for 'sorry'" he sighed, bracing himself against the sink. "Please tell me Draco's the father."
Harry nodded.
"Does he know?"
Harry shook his head. "I don't want to tell him."
"You will have to tell him sooner or later. He does have the right to know."
"You're not going to tell him, are you?"
"No. That's your job."
Severus led the sobbing boy back into his room and sat on the bed beside him. "I'm not cross with you, if that's what you're thinking. I just...I just wish you had told me sooner."
As the tears rolled down his cheeks, gathering just a bit at the rim of his glasses, he looked up at his father. "Do you think mother would be cross with me?"
Lily. His Lily. His son's big green eyes reminded him so much of the boy's mother. "No. She wouldn't be able to stay upset with you. Your mother would tell you how irresponsible you were but she wouldn't be too angry with you. Get some rest. You're going to the infirmary first thing in the morning."
Harry groaned and wanted to protest but knew there was no point in arguing with the older man. With a dramatic sigh, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
"I think I'm pregnant." he said softly.
Suddenly, his shoes seemed to become quite interesting. To say that his friends were surprised would be an understatement. Harry was unsure of what to expect when he looked up at them. Something warm ran down his cheek as he pulled his feet up onto the seat, hugging his knees to his chest. It took him a moment to realize he was crying and he quickly wiped away the tears.
"You can't tell anyone."
The first to say anything was Hermione.
"Does anyone else know?" he shook his head. "This is a big thing, Harry, and you are planning on telling Draco, right? Your father doesn't know either, does he?" She asked with a sigh as she moved to sit beside her friend, resting the softly sobbing boy's head in her lap.
"I don't want anyone to know until I know for sure that I'm pregnant." Harry murmured, his body relaxing as Hermione ran her fingers through his hair.
"Shit. You're going to have to quit quidditch...Ow! What was that for?" Ron glared at his sister and at Hermione, rubbing his arm and shin. Harry closed his eyes and slept until Ginny woke him.
Draco watched Harry from across the great hall as he interacted with his friends. His eyes flashed up to where his Head of House was seated and saw he too was taking notice of the raven haired boy's behaviour.
It seemed to take forever to get through the sorting and Dumbledore's speech but even after everyone started eating, Harry just sat there, staring at a blank spot on the wall. Seamus watched with a puzzled expression as Hermione began to shovel food onto his plate.
"Harry, you okay there?" Seamus asked, nudging the boy in the ribs.
"Oh.. Yeah, I'm fine." He answered, reassuring his classmate. Looking across the two centre tables, Harry caught Draco's eye and gave the blond a small wave. Just to show his friends he was fine, Harry shoved a forkful of food into his mouth and grinned.
Harry was walking with his friends to their dorms when he was grabbed by the ear and dragged in the other direction towards the dungeons. Protesting was useless and unless he wanted to be missing an ear, trying to get away wasn't an option either. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Draco trying to catch up with them.
Severus muttered something that neither boy could discern and threw open the door to his personal chambers.
"He'll see you in class tomorrow, mister Malfoy." Draco stood there in shock as the door closed in his face. If there was one thing for sure, it was that he didn't want to be nearby when the professor was in one of his moods.
Harry heard the one-sided exchange between his father and his lover and scampered into the small room next to Severus' bedroom. The boy was sitting cross-legged on his bed rubbing his ear when he looked up to see his father's imposing figure leaning against the doorframe. 'Great...' He though sarcastically as he jumped off the bed and pushed past his father and into the bathroom, losing his supper. When he got back to his room, Severus was leaning against the small, cherry wood dresser with his arms crossed.
"This has gone on long enough...Come with me." He said pulling his son by the ear into the bathroom and sat him on the ledge of the bathtub. Harry watched as his father went through the medicine cabinet, pulling out something that resembled curdled milk and runny toothpaste. He measured out the dosage on a teaspoon, rolling his eyes at the disgusted expression plastered on the teen's face.
"You can't make me take th-" Harry's words were cut off as the teaspoon was thrust into his mouth. "That's revolting." He commented after finally swallowing the beige concoction. Not surprisingly, it quelled his urge to be sick again.
"That should help calm your stomach for a bit. Now, care to tell me what's been going on with you lately?" Harry shook his head.
"Why have you been sick for nearly a month?" The only answer the older man received was a shrug. He knew that there was something that Harry wasn't telling.
"Promise not to be judgemental?"
Severus knew that was not a good sign. "I'll try."
Harry was studying the tile pattern on the floor, not wanting to see his father's expression when he told him. "I- I'm p-pregnant." He stuttered.
Severus stood there not saying a word. He had ruled out pregnancy as a cause for his near constant vomiting. It wasn't that he didn't think it was possible, he was just in denial when it came to his son and sex.
"You're seventeen! What were you thinking?!"
"I'm sorry." Harry answered meekly.
"Sorry just doesn't cut it anymore, Harry. This is too big for 'sorry'" he sighed, bracing himself against the sink. "Please tell me Draco's the father."
Harry nodded.
"Does he know?"
Harry shook his head. "I don't want to tell him."
"You will have to tell him sooner or later. He does have the right to know."
"You're not going to tell him, are you?"
"No. That's your job."
Severus led the sobbing boy back into his room and sat on the bed beside him. "I'm not cross with you, if that's what you're thinking. I just...I just wish you had told me sooner."
As the tears rolled down his cheeks, gathering just a bit at the rim of his glasses, he looked up at his father. "Do you think mother would be cross with me?"
Lily. His Lily. His son's big green eyes reminded him so much of the boy's mother. "No. She wouldn't be able to stay upset with you. Your mother would tell you how irresponsible you were but she wouldn't be too angry with you. Get some rest. You're going to the infirmary first thing in the morning."
Harry groaned and wanted to protest but knew there was no point in arguing with the older man. With a dramatic sigh, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.