Chapter 3
The next morning, Severus dragged a sleepy Harry to the infirmary by is ear.
"Do you really have to drag me by my ear?"
"Yes." Her replied, giving the boy a slight push through the swinging infirmary doors. Harry glared at his father as he walked past him to an empty bed. Behind the curtain he could hear a muffled conversation between Poppy and Severus.
"Well, let's have a look at you, shall we?" Harry nodded and lay on the bed and told her his symptoms. A half hour later, Poppy confirmed that Harry was indeed pregnant.
"Before you ask, I'll just tell you know that I'm not telling the father." He said sternly.
"That's your decision." She turned to the professor, "Does Albus know?"
"I informed him last night...I had to Harry. He has the right to know about the well being of his students." His shoulders slumped forward as he sat on the bed and sighed.
She turned to Harry. "You, mister, are going to quit the quidditch team. It's too dangerous and you are too accident prone. Also, try to eat more and healthier foods at that..." Aft a while Harry began to tune her out and just nodded every so often.
No one saw the other boy walk quickly away from the infirmary door.
"Are you avoiding me?"
"No."
"Are you lying to me?"
Draco shrugged.
"Did I do something?"
"No. It's alright, just leave it, okay?" Draco sighed, wrapping his arms around the other boy's waist. Harry tipped his lover's head up and kissed him slowly, softly. The young blond sighed against the other's lips, letting his tongue seek out Harry's. It wasn't long before Harry was working on the buttons of his shirt.
"My father's at a staff meeting. My room's closer." He murmured against Draco's soft lips then pulling him in the direction of his room.
Harry whispered the password and the couple stumbled in, throwing their school ties onto the sofa. Shoes were kicked off, socks were abandoned, and shirts were strewn across the furniture. Harry unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the top button of his gray trousers and let them fall to the floor. Careful not to trip over the scattered garments, Draco lead them both over to the full-size bed. A pair of black and blue checked boxer shorts landed on the armrest of a plush chair in the corner of the room.
After several attempts to unfasten Draco's trousers, Harry gave up and let the blond do it for himself as he reached into the drawer of his bedside table for lubricant. Too wrapped up in themselves, neither boy heard the door outside close.
Severus entered his chambers muttering something about imbecilic students and placed the stack of exams that needed grading on a table.
"Fucking tease.." His eyes grew wide at the distinct sound of Draco's voice was followed by laughter. The sight that greeted him was one that he hoped he would never see: Harry fucking Draco into the mattress.
"GET DRESSED!" He turned and walked into the lounge where he poured himself a rather large drink and settled on the couch.
"He's going to call your father, you know."
"I'm aware."
Harry and Draco dressed quickly then timidly entered the lounge and sat far away from their professor.
"Lucius will be arriving momentarily." He informed the two boys, glaring at them over the rim of the crystal glass. Harry had decided that he was definitely not going to be the first person to say anything. He just prayed to God that neither his father nor boyfriend said anything remotely stupid. So the three sat and waited for the fourth to arrive...
The silence was aggravating and Harry wasn't quite sure how much more he could take of clock ticking and the sound of three people breathing for the past thirty minutes. "Oh thank God!" Harry muttered in relief as Lucius burst in. The small blond coward in fear as his father stood over him and raised and eyebrow before turning to his friend, who was nursing his second glass of scotch. The younger Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief as his father moved to sit by the elder Snape.
'What a lovely time to be sick.' Harry thought as he launched himself towards the toilet with not so much as an 'excuse me' or 'I'll be right back.' Both Malfoys gave the potions master a questioning look.
As he walked back into the room, the first thing he noticed was the look of genuine concern on Lucius' face. "I'm fine, really. Anxiety." He smiled weakly as he plopped ungracefully onto the seat next to Draco. "What's going on?" Lucius asked to nobody. "Short version or long version?" The glass hit the wooden table with a loud clink as Severus began to choose his words carefully. "Short." "I walked in at an inopportune moment." He answered, drawing out each syllable. "Longer." "They were having.....relations when I came back from the faculty meeting." He knocked back the rest of the drink before handing a glass to Lucius and pouring him a good amount of the amber liquor. "You'll need it." He turned to Harry. "Isn't there something that you've been meaning to tell young mister Malfoy?" he shook his head. "Tell him, or I will." Harry took a deep breath before looking up at Draco. "You know how I've been acting a little off lately?"
"I was a little surprised that you quit the quidditch team."
A look from his father just told him to spit it out already and get it over with. "I'm pregnant." He muttered, his eyes downcast, not wanting to see his reaction. Draco was speechless. Hs father tipped back the glass of scotch; he was unsure as to whether he should be positively livid that he son managed to get himself into this type of predicament or that he should be jealous because the child was Draco's.
In the back of his mind, Draco heard his father speaking to him. "You got yourself into this, now you're going to have to take responsibility for your actions.....Draco?....Draco!" He finally snapped out of his daze and looked from his father to a crying Harry.
"I'm too young! I'm not ready to be some kid's father. Fuck, I'm only seventeen! I can't do this." He cried, watching Harry walk back into his bedroom, crying. "You should have thought about that before. Go back to your dorm." With that, Draco collected his things and ran back to the Slytherin dormitories, leaving both fathers to deal with the devastated boy.
"I wasn't expecting this." The Malfoy patriarch stated, watching his friend drag himself into his bedroom. "You can show yourself out." The other grumbled as he shut his door. But Lucius didn't leave, instead he walked into Harry's room and sat at the foot of the bed. "I apologize for his rude behaviour. He'll come around, eventually."
"No, he won't." He waited until Harry was asleep and placed a blanket over his sleeping form before taking one last look and leaving for his own home.
The next morning, Severus dragged a sleepy Harry to the infirmary by is ear.
"Do you really have to drag me by my ear?"
"Yes." Her replied, giving the boy a slight push through the swinging infirmary doors. Harry glared at his father as he walked past him to an empty bed. Behind the curtain he could hear a muffled conversation between Poppy and Severus.
"Well, let's have a look at you, shall we?" Harry nodded and lay on the bed and told her his symptoms. A half hour later, Poppy confirmed that Harry was indeed pregnant.
"Before you ask, I'll just tell you know that I'm not telling the father." He said sternly.
"That's your decision." She turned to the professor, "Does Albus know?"
"I informed him last night...I had to Harry. He has the right to know about the well being of his students." His shoulders slumped forward as he sat on the bed and sighed.
She turned to Harry. "You, mister, are going to quit the quidditch team. It's too dangerous and you are too accident prone. Also, try to eat more and healthier foods at that..." Aft a while Harry began to tune her out and just nodded every so often.
No one saw the other boy walk quickly away from the infirmary door.
"Are you avoiding me?"
"No."
"Are you lying to me?"
Draco shrugged.
"Did I do something?"
"No. It's alright, just leave it, okay?" Draco sighed, wrapping his arms around the other boy's waist. Harry tipped his lover's head up and kissed him slowly, softly. The young blond sighed against the other's lips, letting his tongue seek out Harry's. It wasn't long before Harry was working on the buttons of his shirt.
"My father's at a staff meeting. My room's closer." He murmured against Draco's soft lips then pulling him in the direction of his room.
Harry whispered the password and the couple stumbled in, throwing their school ties onto the sofa. Shoes were kicked off, socks were abandoned, and shirts were strewn across the furniture. Harry unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the top button of his gray trousers and let them fall to the floor. Careful not to trip over the scattered garments, Draco lead them both over to the full-size bed. A pair of black and blue checked boxer shorts landed on the armrest of a plush chair in the corner of the room.
After several attempts to unfasten Draco's trousers, Harry gave up and let the blond do it for himself as he reached into the drawer of his bedside table for lubricant. Too wrapped up in themselves, neither boy heard the door outside close.
Severus entered his chambers muttering something about imbecilic students and placed the stack of exams that needed grading on a table.
"Fucking tease.." His eyes grew wide at the distinct sound of Draco's voice was followed by laughter. The sight that greeted him was one that he hoped he would never see: Harry fucking Draco into the mattress.
"GET DRESSED!" He turned and walked into the lounge where he poured himself a rather large drink and settled on the couch.
"He's going to call your father, you know."
"I'm aware."
Harry and Draco dressed quickly then timidly entered the lounge and sat far away from their professor.
"Lucius will be arriving momentarily." He informed the two boys, glaring at them over the rim of the crystal glass. Harry had decided that he was definitely not going to be the first person to say anything. He just prayed to God that neither his father nor boyfriend said anything remotely stupid. So the three sat and waited for the fourth to arrive...
The silence was aggravating and Harry wasn't quite sure how much more he could take of clock ticking and the sound of three people breathing for the past thirty minutes. "Oh thank God!" Harry muttered in relief as Lucius burst in. The small blond coward in fear as his father stood over him and raised and eyebrow before turning to his friend, who was nursing his second glass of scotch. The younger Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief as his father moved to sit by the elder Snape.
'What a lovely time to be sick.' Harry thought as he launched himself towards the toilet with not so much as an 'excuse me' or 'I'll be right back.' Both Malfoys gave the potions master a questioning look.
As he walked back into the room, the first thing he noticed was the look of genuine concern on Lucius' face. "I'm fine, really. Anxiety." He smiled weakly as he plopped ungracefully onto the seat next to Draco. "What's going on?" Lucius asked to nobody. "Short version or long version?" The glass hit the wooden table with a loud clink as Severus began to choose his words carefully. "Short." "I walked in at an inopportune moment." He answered, drawing out each syllable. "Longer." "They were having.....relations when I came back from the faculty meeting." He knocked back the rest of the drink before handing a glass to Lucius and pouring him a good amount of the amber liquor. "You'll need it." He turned to Harry. "Isn't there something that you've been meaning to tell young mister Malfoy?" he shook his head. "Tell him, or I will." Harry took a deep breath before looking up at Draco. "You know how I've been acting a little off lately?"
"I was a little surprised that you quit the quidditch team."
A look from his father just told him to spit it out already and get it over with. "I'm pregnant." He muttered, his eyes downcast, not wanting to see his reaction. Draco was speechless. Hs father tipped back the glass of scotch; he was unsure as to whether he should be positively livid that he son managed to get himself into this type of predicament or that he should be jealous because the child was Draco's.
In the back of his mind, Draco heard his father speaking to him. "You got yourself into this, now you're going to have to take responsibility for your actions.....Draco?....Draco!" He finally snapped out of his daze and looked from his father to a crying Harry.
"I'm too young! I'm not ready to be some kid's father. Fuck, I'm only seventeen! I can't do this." He cried, watching Harry walk back into his bedroom, crying. "You should have thought about that before. Go back to your dorm." With that, Draco collected his things and ran back to the Slytherin dormitories, leaving both fathers to deal with the devastated boy.
"I wasn't expecting this." The Malfoy patriarch stated, watching his friend drag himself into his bedroom. "You can show yourself out." The other grumbled as he shut his door. But Lucius didn't leave, instead he walked into Harry's room and sat at the foot of the bed. "I apologize for his rude behaviour. He'll come around, eventually."
"No, he won't." He waited until Harry was asleep and placed a blanket over his sleeping form before taking one last look and leaving for his own home.