Six part story. Rated PG-13 for moderately mature subjects and language. Genre is Romance/Humor with a dash of Drama. Warning of homosexuality, and slash is featured! Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and Co., and I don't make any money off of them.

The Joys of Sexual Education

Part Three: Snape's Little Secret

By: Roslyn Drycof

Class was cancelled yet again on Wednesday, and all the students were told was that Professor Snape was indisposed. Most students let the subject go at that, just relieved they had another reprieve from the nasty Potions professor.

There was one student, though, that couldn't let it go at that. Draco Malfoy was burning up with curiosity about his godfather. He realized now that since the end of fifth year, Sev had been absent a handful of times with only the "indisposed" excuse. And since the Potions master had always hated missing classes in the years previous, the blond-haired Slytherin was intruiged.

And so that night, he slipped on the invisibility cloak he'd found up in the attics of Malfoy manor the previous summer and went up to Gryffindor Tower.

Other Houses were not supposed to know where each others' Houses were located, but this was Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Prince. It was a piece of cake for him to locate the other Houses. And although finding Gryffindor Tower had been the hardest out of the three, he'd only had to think of the highest Tower in the castle to find those egomaniacs.

He easily slipped in through the portrait hole the second some innocent second year opened it. The common room was full to bursting with stuffy Gryffindors, except for one very important Gryffindor. Harry Potter, the Boy Wonder, was missing. But no worry, Draco knew where to find him.

His suspicions were correct when he stole into the seventh year boys' dormitory and found Potter staring out the window by his bed. "Potter," he hissed.

The raven-haired boy whipped his head around at the sound and frowned. There was no one visibly there. "Malfoy?"

Draco slipped off his invisibility cloak with a smirk. "Who else would be lurking about invisibly?"

"I figured you had to have gotten an invisibility cloak somehow, with all the pranks played on Gryffindors after this summer."

"What? Didn't you think it was Peeves, like everyone else?"

Potter snorted. "I have the Marauders' Map. Peeves was nowhere around when they happened, and you were."

The infamous Marauders' Map? Now that was a prize any Slytherin would've loved to have, but of course Potter had to have gotten ahold of it. He always managed to get things Slytherins wanted, a peculiarly Slytherin trait to be found in a Gryffindor.

"Why are you here, Malfoy?" Potter asked, turning away from the window and coming to stand next to the not-so-slender Slytherin.

Draco narrowed his eyes at the way Potter's gaze flickered to his stomach region. "Don't look at it."

Harry sighed. "Malfoy, it's kind of hard not to look at it. You're four and half months along in the "pregnancy"."

"Do you have to remind me," the blond growled.

The other teen simply raised an eyebrow as if to say, "I'm your rival, would I give up a chance to annoy you?"

Draco let out a long-suffering breath and said, "Fine. Why am I here? I want to find out why Severus is "indisposed" and thought you might want to come along."

"Why?"

"Why? I don't know! This stupid project is making my thought processes go haywire, okay! I get the weirdest urges, and feel connected to you somehow. I can't help it!"

Harry looked at the silver-eyed boy and furrowed his eyebrows. He'd been feeling the same way lately, as if the "pregnancy" was doing something to draw them together. Like a bond, maybe?

"Okay. I'll come with you."

Draco had to hide a smile of happiness that he really did not want to be feeling in response to Potter's agreement. He slipped his cloak back on and waited while Potter found his own. In unison, they slipped out of the dormitory, down the stairs, and out of Gryffindor Tower.

It didn't take too long for them to reach Professor Snape's private quarters, although Draco's feet had started to hurt. A response to the "pregnancy", he figured.

Draco knew how to get into his godfather's rooms and easily got him and Potter inside. What they found surprised the hell out of them.

Professor Snape sat in a large armchair by the fire, reading a book to a very young child that looked to be about a year old. The little girl had wispy black hair and coal black eyes, and a grin on her face that did not look like it was inherited from Snape at all.

Suddenly, the girl pursed her lips together and scrunched up her nose. She climbed off of Snape's lap and took wobbly steps towards the entrance to the room. Harry and Draco tried to avoid her, but the blond was unsuccessful. Pudgy arms threw themselves around one of his legs and he was knocked over backwards. "Ouch!"

"Draco Lucius Malfoy, show yourself!" Professor Snape roared, a thunderous look on his face as he recognized his godson's voice.

Draco glared down at the now-grinning little girl and removed his cloak. She clapped her hands at his sudden appearance out of thin air. Then she held out her arms and demanded to be picked up. Draco looked terrified.

"Pick her up, you idiot," Snape commanded.

The grey-eyed boy hesitantly took ahold of her and lifted her up into his arms. She immediately placed a wet kiss on his cheek and giggled. He grimaced. Harry snorted in laughter.

The black-haired toddler's eyes lit up and she pointed to the space beside Draco. Knowing he'd been caught, Harry took off his invisibility cloak and bit his lip. How badly would the Potions' Master react to see him as well?

"Potter, what in the blazes are you doing here! And with Malfoy of all people?"

The Boy Who Lived shrugged his shoulders. "He asked me to come."

Severus Snape looked astonished. "Draco, what prompted you to ask him?"

"I don't know. This stupid project's making me do things I'd have never done in the past."

Snape smiled an odd half-smile. "Pregnancy will do that to you."

"But I'm not really pregnant."

His godfather raised an inky-black eyebrow at him. "It's a simulation, meaning it's as real as possible."

Harry frowned. "Wait. You mean you were pregnant?"

"Potter, how stupid can you get? Where do you think my daughter came from?"

The Gryffindor frowned again. "How could you have been pregnant without anyone noticing? It's kind of hard to hide. And how did you manage to hide her presence? The Marauders' Map doesn't show she's here."

The older man sighed wearily. "Sit down and I'll tell you. I was going to tell Draco sooner or later, and I guess you have a right to know as well."

Both teenagers were confused at the last part of Snape's statement, but they both sat down the nearby couch. The little girl crawled over to sit on Harry's lap, a soft smile on her face. Obviously, she'd just found two new friends to play with.

Severus leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes for a moment before beginning. "I became pregnant in May of your fifth year. No one knew except Dumbledore, and he didn't find out till after the incident in the Department of Mysteries. He only found out the truth when he noticed all of the protection charms I had placed on a certain part of my body. I lived life as normal, hiding my pregnancy quite successfully. I gave birth on January 21, a year ago today. Since then, my little Siria has lived hidden in my chambers with only myself and Dumbledore around to watch over her. Dumbledore also placed a spell on her to make her undetectable."

After he stopped speaking, Draco frowned at his godfather. "I don't get it. What about the other father?"

A sad light entered the professor's coal-black eyes. "He's dead, been dead for over a year and a half."

Harry, who'd been puzzling over his daughter's name, suddenly gasped. No, it couldn't be. "You can't mean Sirius was her father!"

Snape turned to look at him with a world of love and grief in his eyes. "Yes, the mutt was Siria's father. We used to hate each other horribly, and then had an affair our seventh year of school. The War tore us apart and we went back to hating each other. Then, two years ago we got over our hatred yet again. It became love and I soon became pregnant, although I didn't tell him because of the situation at the time. He then fell through the Veil and was lost forever. Siria is the only thing I have left of him."

Harry lifted up the little girl and stared into her dark eyes. She had the features of Snape, there was no doubt about that, but she also look much like Sirius. Her shining eyes and mischievous grin were clear signs of the Marauder in her.

"How can you do this? How can you bring up Siria all alone? Knowing she'll never know her father, knowing Sirius will never be around to love her?" Harry asked, his voice broken and rasping.

Tears glittered in Professor Snape's eyes. "What else can I do? There's nothing I can do about this."

Suddenly, he gasped. "Wait a moment. . .I can't be positive, but I think there's a way. . ."

The Potions' Master got to his feet and strode over to an antique bookcase. He quickly pulled out an old tome, yellowed with age. A strange gleam entered his eyes as he flipped through the pages to the one he wanted. "Yes!"

Draco got to his feet and walked over to his godfather. "What is it?"

"There's a way to bring him back. I don't know why I didn't remember this sooner, but it just might work!"

"What will?" the blond asked, peering over his shoulder to look at the spell. It was an ancient spell, from back when blood magic ruled heavily over the wizarding world.

Snape lifted the heavy book and said, "This is a spell that is more blood magic than anything. Blood magic fell out of favor years ago because much of it is considered dark simply because it used blood. But some of the most powerful magic can be found in these spell. The spell I just found is very rare because the participants must all be connected by certain bonds to each other and the person being resurrected."

"Wait. How will this work then? Who do you know is connected like that?" Harry asked, shifting a sleepy Siria so that her head nestled in the curve of his neck and shoulder.

"I am Draco's godfather, just as Sirius is your godfather. In the magical world, godparent bonds are very strong, and almost as strong as the bonds between parents and children. Siria is the daughter of Sirius and I, and Draco is carrying your child, so-"

Draco interrupted, "I'm not really pregnant."

Snape looked at him condescendingly. "But the simulation spell uses blood magic to tie you both, and the simulation conbines both of your magic, just like a real child does. As I was saying earlier, these bonds connect us all and we can bring Sirius back."

"This could actually work?" Harry asked seriously, a hopeful light in his emerald eyes.

The older man nodded. "Yes. It has a very good chance of succeeding."

"When will we do it?" Draco asked, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the couch.

Severus' eyes flicked to the rounding beneath his godson's robes and he replied"Friday evening. You'll be near the end of your fifth month by then and the energy bond between you and Potter should be strong enough."

"What if it's not?" he asked.

"Then we'll try again in his sixth month. If that doesn't work, we'll try in the seventh. But it should work on Saturday since you both possess higher than usual amounts of magical energy. The pregnancy is already more real than it usually is when simulated. I believe it feeds on your strong magic and reacts more strongly because of that."

Draco glared down at his rounding belly. "Stop feeding so greedily!"

Harry had to stifle a laugh at Malfoy's ridiculous behavior, instead burying his nose in the silky hair of his godfather's daughter. Siria giggled, digging her little fingers more tightly into the folds of his robe.

"Time for bed, Siria," Professor Snape said softly, walked over to take the little girl into his own arms. She whimpered, her dark eyes pleading with him. "Siria, I don't care if it's your birthday. Your bedtime is still the same. Say goodbye to Draco and Potter." She let out a soft cry, tears gathering in her eyes.

Harry and Draco made their way to the brick wall that was the entrance/exit to Professor Snape's quarters, reluctance showing in their movements. Siria was sweet girl and they didn't want her to cry because they were leaving.

"Can we come back tomorrow night?" Draco asked his godfather hopefully.

Snape nodded and murmured to the sad girl, "See, Siria? They're going to come back tomorrow."

She pouted and started wriggling, trying to get of her father's grasp. Just as the two boys left the room, she managed to get free and ran on unsteady legs to the wall they'd left through. "Uh uh"

Severus smiled softly at the demanding tone in his daughter's voice. She was so much like Sirius sometimes. . .

Draco and Harry visited the little girl the next night just like they'd promised and had a lot of fun playing with the mischievous girl. All three of them went to bed that night utterly exhausted, but happy.

Friday morning dawned too soon for the two tired teenagers, but they managed to get up and ready for the day without too much trouble. This wasn't to say they didn't sleep during almost every class, that is.

Draco walked into the sex ed class at three o'clock yawning. He found Potter already at his desk and made his way towards it slowly. Unfortunately, he was starting to feel the strain of the simulated pregnancy and moving fast was not recommended when his feet were sore and his back ached.

Harry watched his rival walked towards him and felt an odd throb in his heart. Malfoy looked wretched, exhausted from the night before added with the strain of his "pregnancy". The blond moved as if it was a trial to walk faster than at a snail's pace and his face was pale and drawn.

"Why aren't you in bed?" were the first words out of the Gryffindor's mouth.

Draco lowered himself into his seat, a grimace twisting his features as his back protested. "You're forgetting this is simulated. I have no excuse to miss classes."

"That's bullshit. This pregnancy, real or not, is taking its toll on you! How are you going to last till tonight!"

The blond stuck out his chin and told him, "I'll make it, don't worry. I'm going to take a nap after this class and it should help."

"What about supper?"

"I'll miss it, but so what? Sleep is more important."

Harry glared at him. "You need to eat."

"The hell I do. I'm the size of a whale."

"Yeah, right. Your stomach's only the size of a melon."

"A watermelon!"

"Malfoy, the "pregnancy" is feeding off your energy. That means you have less energy, and need the energy eating gives you."

Draco narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms. "Why do you care, anyway! It's not like we're friends or anything."

"That's because you're a selfish prat who thinks only of yourself!"

The silver-eyed boy gasped angrily. "I do not! You're an overbearing idiot of a Gryffindor who doesn't know how to mind you own business!"

"Take that back, you rotten git!"

Draco clenched his teeth together and hissed, "I hate you. Go jump off a cliff and die for all I care!"

He got to his feet as fast as his burgeoning figure would let him and stalked out of the classroom. Tears glittered in his eyes and he vainly tried to suppress the feelings of hurt that overwhelmed him.

Harry saw the shimmering in the Slytherin's eyes and wanted to smack himself. He'd been the one to start the argument, knowing Malfoy was already under the strain of the pregnancy, however simulated it was.

"Wait, Malfoy!" he called out, jumping to his feet and hurrying after the other boy, not caring that several pairs of eyes staring in shock at his departing figure. The other teen simply quickened his strides. Harry tried again. "I'm sorry."

Malfoy suddenly stopped, turning to glare at him. "No, you're not. You meant every word! And why shouldn't you? We're enemies! I'm glad you reminded me of that fact."

With that, he turned around again and walked off towards his rooms as Head Boy. His body protested at the fast pace, but he didn't slow down. His mind was in chaos and he just wanted to be alone. How could I have forgotten that we're rivals, even for a little while? I'm so stupid! I'd even begun thinking. . .no, I can't think of that. It's too pathetic. I'm pathetic!

Harry stared after Malfoy, guilt swimming in his stomach. Why did I have to go and screw everything up with my stupid mouth? We'd actually started getting along, and then I had to go and be stupid! I don't want to be enemies with him anymore!

His shoulders slumped and misery in his eyes, he walked back into the classroom and threw himself into his seat. He sat there for a few minutes before he noticed that Malfoy had left his rucksack. His project journal poked out from one corner and Harry felt a jolt of curiosity go through him.

No, I shouldn't. It's his. But. . .I'm supposed to read his journal. No, I can't. He's not here. I shouldn't. . .but it wouldn't hurt anyone if I read it without him here. Right?

After fighting a short war with his conscience, he lifted the journal from the rucksack and flipped it open.

-Day 10

This project isn't as bad as I thought it'd be. Yeah, I keep getting weird urges to be around Potter, but it's okay. He actually isn't as bad as I'd thought and has a cool sense of humor.

We went to Snape's quarters tonight to see why Snape was indisposed and found out something huge. He has a daughter named Siria, and the other father was Sirius Black. She is the cutest little girl I've ever seen. We found out a spell to bring Black back to life. It's a weird coincidence, because my simulated pregnancy is going to act as a bond between me and Potter that's needed for the spell to work. I hope it works because Sev needs some happiness in his life, and taking care of Siria looks hard. And although Sirius was said to be a mass murderer, he had to be a good guy since Sev and Potter think so much of him. Both of them deserve the guy to be resurrected.

-Day 11

We played with Siria tonight, and I am dead tired. She kept us running around the entire three hours we were there. Add that to this simulated pregnancy, and I am exhausted. Potter is pretty good with kids, I found out. He'd be a great father. I don't know if I would be. It's a good thing this pregnancy is only simulated because I don't want to find out. What if I screwed up? I always screw everything up. I screwed up being a proper Malfoy, becoming friends with Potter all those years ago, being a real enemy of Potter's. . .the list could go on and on. I don't need anything else to screw up on.

Harry dropped the journal, his fingers numb. Malfoy had written some personal stuff in there, even though the blond had known he'd see it. And he felt even worse than before for hurting him.

For the rest of the class, he sat there staring off into space. Thoughts churned through his mind and he made a resolution to make it up to Malfoy. Even though they'd been enemies for years, Harry knew they couldn't remain enemies anymore. And especially since Malfoy said he screwed up at being his enemy? That meant something, even if the blond would never admit it to his face.

When suppertime came around, Harry walked into the Great Hall and quickly ate before piling up a plate full of food for Malfoy. The silver-eyed boy's rucksack slung over his shoulder and a plate of steaming hot food in his hand, he made his way towards the Head Boy's room.

Biting his lip nervously, he knocked on the portrait that was the entrance to Malfoy's room. There was no response.

"Malfoy," he called out.

A few minutes passed before a disgruntled voice yelled, "Go away, Pot-head!"

Harry took a deep breath and said loudly, "I brought your rucksack and some food."

There was no answer and Harry began to think Malfoy wouldn't let him in, when the portrait swung open to reveal the sleepy-looking Slytherin. Surprise shone in his grey eyes when he saw that the other boy did indeed have his rucksack and a plate full of food.

"Why?" he asked.

Harry shrugged. "I really didn't mean what I said earlier. I thought I should make it up to you, so I brought you some supper since I knew you were going to miss it."

Draco stared at him for a long moment before stepping aside to let the raven-haired teen into his rooms. Potter was being completely honest and actually seemed to feel guilt for earlier.

"Why? Earlier wasn't your fault. We are rivals."

The Gryffindor shook his head. "I don't want to be rivals anymore. We're getting too old for that childishness. I like it better when we're being civil to each other."

Draco smirked to hide the relief and happiness he suddenly felt. "It's a good thing you said "civil" and not "nice" because I am never nice."

Harry just snorted with laughter and handed the plate of food to the other boy. Malfoy took the plate with hunger shining in his grey eyes. Harry hid a grin, setting his rucksack on the floor near his other school things.

They sat down in the chairs in front of the fireplace and shared a companiable silence while the Slytherin ate. Draco finished in no time, having been ravenous. He was glad Potter had brought the food because it did help. He felt more full of energy and less drained.

"So, are you ready for tonight?" Harry asked a few minutes later, drumming the fingers of his right hand on the arm of his chair.

Draco noted the other teen's anticipation and rolled his eyes. "Of course I am. Are you? You're going to see the one person you care about most in the world who you thought was lost forever."

Potter turned emerald eyes that shone brightly in the firelight towards him and whispered"What do you think?"

A/N: Well then. This story has evolved from a little fic with humor and fluffy romance to something completely different. I have no idea where this chapter came from. I wanted Snape to be indisposed for some reason, and then the idea for Snape to have a daughter came from that. Then, I got the idea to make Sirius the father. And then, I realized the connections between all of them and the blood magic spell hit me. So, now Sirius is going to be resurrected.

A little sidenote, this story was originally going to be three chapters long. But um, I got carried away and so now it's six. I hope you're enjoying my little runaway story! Please review.

Oh, and thanks so much for all the wonderful reviews! I've only had the story up for a few days and have over 50 reviews! I hope you guys appreciate the fact that I'm being very nice by updating every two to three days instead of waiting my usual two to three weeks. So, you don't have to wait long for Chapter 4.

Hint for Chapter Four: Draco collapses, oh no! And what's this? A little slash action between the boys? Oh, and don't forget the scene in the Great Hall. . .mwahaha. . .

Roslyn Drycof.