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 Four: A Teary Reunion
By: Roslyn Drycof
Seven o'clock rolled around, the appointed time for the spell-casting. Harry and Draco stood in Professor Snape's quarters, waiting while the Potions' master went over the spell one last time.
A large, uncut crystal lay on the floor with runic symbols surrounding it in a small circle.
Draco was rubbing his stomach, feeling odd twisting movements inside of it. They didn't feel bad, but they were disconcerting. He supposed it was the "pregnancy" simulating a baby's movements, another side effect of his and Potter's strong magic since this was an occurence that had not happened in other simulated pregnancies.
Snape finally looked up from the old tome of spells and told them, "Stand in a circle around the crystal focus, Potter next to Draco, who's next to me, with Siria on my other side."
Harry and Draco did what he said while Severus placed Siria on his right side. The little girl was smiling with an expectant look in her coal-black eyes, as if she knew what was going to happen.
The older man then pulled a magically reinforced glass knife from his robe pocked and created a small cut on the palms of both hands. He did the same to Siria, who amazingly didn't cry out in pain, only whimpering slightly.
"Potter, Draco, do the same," he said to the two teenagers, handing his godson the bloodied knife.
They created identical cuts on their palms and Draco handed the knife back to Severus. He set the knife aside and then reached out to grasp his daughter's hand. Reaching out his other hand towards Draco, he ordered, "Take ahold of my hand and then grab Potter's right hand. Potter hold out your left hand towards where Sirius would stand. Siria, hold out your hand too."
The two boys immediately obeyed, wincing only slightly when their hands stung at the contact. Siria also obeyed, a serious light entering her young eyes. "What's going to happen?" Draco asked then.
"We're going to focus our energy through the crystal and towards the space where Sirius would be in the circle. Siria will act as the bond between Sirius and I, you and I are bonded, your blood mixing with Potter's will activate the bond between you two through your "child" and Potter has a bond with Sirius. Our bonds will connect our energy to recreate the missing link, Sirius."
Draco nodded, understanding. It was an interesting spell, but its logic was sound and should work perfectly.
"Okay, close your eyes and focus your energy through the crystal. Push it through the crystal and towards the space where Sirius would be, imagining him there. Clear?"
The three other participants nodded. Siria was a precocious child, and as a witch, instinctively understood magic. They all closed their eyes and searched inside of them for their magical energy.
Their blood mingling in tight grasps, their power rose within them and they pushed it towards the crystal in the center of the circle. The runes surrounding the crystal began to glow and the crystal itself became filled with a myriad of colors. Green light flowed from Harry, silver from Draco, and gold from their "child". Black light flowed from Severus and red from Siria. They all mixed in the crystal, swirling brightly until they formed a single, blinding color. White. The purest of white light shone from the crystal and shot towards the space where Sirius should have been in the circle.
The participants in the circle felt their energy draining, felt themselves growing unbearably tired, but still they focused their magic towards the crystal. Suddenly, the crystal shattered and the white light filled the room. Then just as suddenly, it gathered in the place where Sirius should have been. It formed the shape of a man, and just as the four giving their energy were about to collapse, it disappeared. . .leaving a black-haired man lying on the ground gasping for breath.
Four pairs of eyes opened and three gasps were heard, plus one shriek of delight. "Sirius!" Severus shouted, rushing over to kneel beside the naked man.
Sirius' eyes slowly opened and they showed astonishment. "Sev?"
A small figure suddenly jumped on him, tiny hands patting at his shoulders. The ex-convict stared in shock at the little girl that grinned up at him. "Da!"
He reached up his arms to take ahold of the warm figure, holding her gently, as if she might break. "Sev, who's this? What happened? I thought I fell through the Veil."
A teenaged voice said softly, "You did."
Sirius jerked his head up to look at his godson. "Harry!"
An imperious voice moved his attention back to the little girl. "Da! Da!"
A small smile curved Severus Snape's thin lips. "She's yours, Black."
"Mine?" the other man gasped, surprised beyond belief. He had a daughter?
"I was pregnant when you fell through the Veil. I had her in secret and went on with life, thinking I'd never see you again. But something happened to make me realize there was a way to bring you back. Draco and Potter, along with Siria, helped me bring you back to life tonight."
Sirius hugged his daughter to him and asked, "How? How was it possible without using Dark magic, something I know you wouldn't use?"
"A bit of blood magic that relies on the bonds between all of us in this room right now. It uses the bonds between godparents and their godchildren, and parents and their children."
"Harry has a kid with the Malfoy boy?"
Harry was the one to respond this time. "No, it's only a simulated pregnancy for sex ed."
"Oh, you're in that class now. Hmm, that class was fun." A faraway gleam appeared in the ex-convict's dark eyes.
Snape raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, really? You didn't think so at the time."
"Hey, a telepathic bond was forced between us. It was horrible!" he laughed.
"Not after a while, it wasn't," the Potions' professor said with a wicked grin.
Draco, quiet during the reunion, suddenly shut his eyes and swayed slightly. Harry, standing next to him, gasped and put an arm around the blond's shoulders to steady him. "Are you all right?"
The other boy shook his head slowly, leaning heavily against the Gryffindor. "I feel. . .so drained. I-"
He collapsed and Harry had to move quickly to catch his suddenly leaden body. Panic shone in Harry's emerald eyes as he cradled the Draco's unconscious figure in his arms.
"What's wrong with him?" he cried out, pleading with the Potion's master.
Severus frowned, puzzled. "I don't know. The spell took a lot out of all of us, and it's possible that coupled with his "pregnancy", his body just couldn't handle it. A lot of rest should help him recover."
Harry nodded. Moving towards the entrance of Snape's rooms, he said to Sirius, "It's great having you back, but I'd better go make sure Malfoy's okay. Is that all right with you?"
His godfather immediately responded with agreement. "Certainly. I'll see you tomorrow though, right?"
A grin was what the ex-convict got in response as Harry left the room.
Harry strode quickly through the corridors, glad that Draco's room was nearby. The portrait guarding the entrance to Draco's rooms was very accommodating in opening up for him, seeing Draco cradled in his arms.
Harry entered Malfoy's bedroom and gently placed the blond's inert figure on the spacious bed. To make the other boy sleep more comfortably, he took off his shoes and robe, pausing only slightly to look wistfully at the mound of his belly. I know I have no right to think this, but I wish his "pregnancy" was real. . .
He then straightened and moved to leave the room. But suddenly Malfoy started moving restlessly, whimpers spilling from his lips. Worried, Harry walked back towards the bed, reaching out a hand to touch Draco's shoulder. The silver-eyed boy instantly settled, moving towards the touch.
Harry tried to walk away again, but the other boy started crying out softly almost immediately. Harry touched his shoulder again, and this time a hand reached up to grab him and pull him down beside the blond. Lying next to the quieted boy, Harry sighed. He knew there was no way he was going to be able to leave.
Slipping off his robe and shoes, he settled himself comfortably beside the sleeping Slytherin. Sleep soon consumed him, the effects of the spell finally taking their toll on him. So deeply did he fall asleep, he didn't even notice as the other figure on the bed curled himself against him.
"Well, would you look at that. They're still asleep." A loud voice speaking nearby brought Harry and Draco out of their comfortable sleep.
Practically tangled up in each other, they looked up to find Sirius Black standing beside the bed. Professor Snape stood next to him, Siria in his arms.
"Now we aren't," Draco grumbled, burying his head against Potter's warm shoulder.
That manuever got him a laugh in response from his godfather and the ex-convict. He simply burrowed closer to the boy beside him. Tightening an arm around the blond, Harry asked Snape, "What time is it?"
"Four o'clock on Saturday. Your friends should be coming back from Hogsmeade soon."
Harry gaped at him. "You can't mean we slept for twenty hours!"
"Yes, you did. I know Draco needed the sleep, but I didn't expect you to sleep this long, too."
"This long? Not long enough," Draco grumbled.
His godfather laughed, a rare sound coming from the usually-grumpy Potions' master. "You like sleeping next to the idiot?"
"He's not an idiot and he's warm," was the muffled response from the sleepy Slytherin teen.
He moved his body closer to the Gryffindor's, tangling his feet with his. Somehow during their long sleep, they'd managed to get under the covers. An odd feat, but one that both boys were glad of. And Harry knew exactly how glad he was when he felt Malfoy's arousal press against his hip. It was a usual waking-up hard-on, but it was apparent that Draco liked having it when he snaked his right hand up Harry's stomach and chest in a very tantalizing manner.
Suddenly glad he didn't blush easily, Harry said to the adults in a surprisingly steady voice, "We're going to stay in bed a bit longer. Is it all right if we see you after supper? Say around seven?"
Sirius was more than a little suspicious that Harry wanted to wait so long to talk, but he figured out the reason why when he noticed a slight movement underneath the covers and saw his godson's breathing hitch slightly. "Sure Harry, you take however long you need to rest. I'll see you later."
Severus, Siria, and Sirius left the room and Harry let out a sigh of relief. He narrowed his eyes at the blond-haired boy in his arms and murmured in in a silky-soft voice, "Are you going to continue to tease me or are you finished?"
Draco paused from where he was running his fingers around Potter's nipples. He lifted his head and grinned wolfishly. "Continue."
He knew it was a risk, considering that fact that Potter had never shown a glimpse of interest in him that way, but he couldn't help it. He wanted Potter. A lot.
Harry searched Malfoy's silvery eyes penetratingly, but couldn't find anything but honest lust. . .and trust. It was then that Harry realized he really wouldn't be averse to the other boy continuing. And so he leaned towards the blond and settled his mouth over his. Both boys gasped at the contact, instantly melting into each other's embrace.
They shifted positions so that Harry's was above Draco, his legs straddling either side of the Slytherin's hips. His hands were pressed against the pillow on both sides of his head, keeping his weight away from the large mound that was Draco's stomach. They kissed unhurriedly, their mouths working gently against each other's.
Desire soon made Harry's arms weak and he rolled to the side, bringing Malfoy with him. He kissed the blond's neck, running a hand through his hair. Draco gasped, pressing closer to him. But then the silver-eyed boy suddenly pulled away, a tortured look on his face.
"How can you stand to kiss me when I'm like this?" he asked.
Harry reached out a hand and pressed it against his rounded belly. "I've told you before, it's not ugly."
"And I've told you you're blind," he replied, a disgusted expression on his face.
"You don't mean that. I read the latest entries in your project journal. You're just afraid of screwing up."
Draco turned his head away, ashamed that Potter now knew. He'd known the other boy would read his words at some point, but now that he had, he regretted that he'd written them.
"Don't. I've screwed up just as much as you. No, don't get that look. It's true. I've screwed up so many times, I hate it. I've faced Voldemort several times already and I always screw up and let him get away. I screwed up and got Sirius killed. I screwed up and almost made us enemies again. I could say so much more, but you don't need my life story." Harry had a steely tone in his voice and it made Draco look him in the eyes.
Draco sighed, biting his lower lip. "I just. . .I sometimes wish this was real, but then I realize I could never let that happen. I pretend to hate it because I want it so much."
"I know what you mean, and I know I have no right to think that way. Up until a couple weeks ago, you didn't even like me!"
The other boy shifted, a hand coming up to rest on his belly. "Actually, that's not true. I've kind of had a crush on you since fifth year."
Harry's eyes widened. What! "You couldn't have."
"I did, all right! I thought you were bloody hot," Draco yelled, his cheeks flushing red.
A strange gleam entered Harry's eyes. "Do you still think I'm hot?" he whispered in a husky voice.
Startled, Draco nodded. He was totally unprepared when Potter lowered his head and hungrily attacked his mouth. Draco immediately gave in, uncaring of his worries from earlier. Their kiss only paused when Harry murmured, "You were right. I'm as red-blooded as they come."
Draco nibbled at the corner of Harry's jawline. "Wouldn't want you any other way."
They spent the next hour doing exactly what they hadn't wanted to do with any of their girlfriends. . .
They were only a few minutes late for supper, but recieved peculiar stares from their fellow students as they walked in together. They weren't touching each other in any way, but they both had wet hair and a satisfied gleam in their eyes.
Harry went over to sit down at Gryffindor table next to Hermione, who frowned at him. "And where were you all day?"
"Sleeping."
She raised an eyebrow. "You were gone all night and day, and you say you were sleeping? Why do I not believe that?"
The emerald-eyed boy shrugged his shoulders and started piling food onto his plate. He was ravenous!
"You look like you've just had the shag of your life," Seamus commented from across the table, a knowing look in his light brown eyes.
Harry shrugged again, taking a bite of his roast chicken. Mmm, it was delicious.
"You know, I heard from the Slytherins that Draco was missing the entire time you were. Isn't that interesting, Harry?" Hermione said, setting her fork down to gaze steadily at her best friend.
"He was sleeping, too. Last night tired us out," the raven-haired boy told her.
Everyone in the immediate vicinity gasped. Ron's face lost all color. "Y-you-"
Harry grinned toothily. "No, we did not shag last night. We were helping Professor Snape with something."
Hermione caught the inflection in his voice on "last night" and wanted to roll her eyes at him. He was being very evasive, and why in the blazes had he helped Professor Snape?
"You didn't have detention last night, Harry," Dean said, a frown on his face. Everyone knew that the only reason people helped Snape was when they had a detention with him.
"I know. Me and Malfoy helped him out because we wanted to. It was something he needed our help with."
"Um. Harry, mate. Why would Snape need your help?" Ron asked, perplexed. Everyone knew Harry wasn't the brightest tool in the shed when it came to Potions.
Suddenly, a little girl with coal-black eyes and wispy black hair ran into the Great Hall with squeals of laughter. She headed straight towards the Slytherin table where Draco Malfoy sat. The Slytherin Ice Prince stood up and frowned at her. "Siria, aren't you supposed to be in Sev's rooms?"
She simply raised her arms and demanded to be picked up. Draco shook his head at her. "It's kind of hard to bend down, honey." She stamped her foot and pouted.
Blaise Zabini, who was sitting in the seat beside Draco, asked his housemate, "Malfoy, who's the little brat?"
Siria's eyes widened and she made a barking sound at the caramel-haired boy. It was a sound that appeared eerily like what they'd heard from Professor Lupin's black dog all those years ago.
Strong arms swooped down and picked the mischievous girl up. She giggled and clapped her hands at the owner of the arms. Harry Potter grinned at her in response. "Siria, where's your father? Or fathers, should I say?"
She pointed towards the doors to the Great Hall, where a man with a thunderous expression on his face strode in, a black dog loping in behind him. "Siria Rose Snape-Black! Come here this instant!"
Siria stuck her tongue out at him and wrapped her arms around Harry's neck. "Da!"
Professor Snape stalked up to his daughter and said angrily, "Siria, he did not go away! He's right here!"
She shook her head. "Wan' bi' da!"
"He's can notbe big now."
She shrieked angrily. Harry winced at the sound that was right in his ears. He tried to calm her down. "Siria, he's not allowed to be big right now. You can see him later."
"Uh uh!"
Even Draco tried to make her see reason. "Honey, you don't want him to get in trouble, now do you?"
The little girl only shrieked louder. Then she suddenly stopped and her eyes sparkled with excitement. She made Harry let her go and she shoved his hand in Draco's. Then she made Harry touch the black dog and forced Snape to hold her hand and Draco's hand. Finally, she touched the dog and shut her eyes. Severus tried to protest and pull his hand out of hers, but she tightened her grip and suddenly there was a large welling of magical energy.
And where there was once a black dog, there was now a black-haired man in clothes that were slightly ill-fitting. Sirius Black glared down at his daughter and admonished, "Siria, you are not allowed to do that!"
She held out her arms imperiously and demanded to be held. Sighing, the ex-convict picked her up and she snuggled happily into the crook of his shoulder.
Dumbledore had been watching this scene with amusement and now said, "Ah, Sirius. It's good to have you back! And what an appearance your daughter has orchestrated! She would made a lovely Slytherin someday."
Sirius narrowed his eyes at the great wizard. "Ha! As if I'm letting her become a evil Slytherin git."
He shouldn't have said that. Severus smacked him on the side of the head and Draco glared blackly at him. Harry laughed at his godfather. "Sirius, I'm sorry to say, but you should never insult a Slytherin. And Slytherins aren't that bad, as you should know."
"I know, I know!" the tall, thin man wailed, rubbing his head with one hand and holding his daughter against him with the other.
Many of the students who'd been frozen with terror by the ex-convict's appearance laughed out loud at his behavior. Why, he didn't seem menacing or dangerous at all. And the Headmaster actually seemed fond of him.
After the laughter had died down, Dumbledore told him, "You were secretly acquitted of the murder charges this summer. I didn't want the newspapers to hound Harry, so I kept it quiet. But by tomorrow, everyone will know you are an innocent man."
Professor Snape and Harry stared wide-eyed at the Headmaster. "You could've told us that earlier, at least!"
Professor Dumbledore didn't deign to respond, instead sitting down and continuing his meal. This left two disgruntled males, one giggling toddler, and one shell-shocked ex-convict. Well, and dozens of bewildered onlookers.
A/N: Part Four up! I hope you enjoyed this part of the story. I hope the fluff scene between Harry and Draco wasn't too contrived-seeming. But I wrote it that way because of the bond the "pregnancy" has created between them. Oh, and to clear anything up, the trimesters go from Monday to Monday, starting at 3:15, which is the time the spell was cast on Draco. Oh, and I apologize for Snape's slight OOC-ness, but I hope you can see why. A daughter would surely tame him, don't you think? And Sirius just must have had an influence on the irritable Potions' professor on his attitude towards Harry. So yeah, that's why Snape isn't as cruel as he usually is. . .although, I promise we will see some of the usual Snape soon! Old habits die hard!
Please review, and thanks for all the past reviews!
Hint for Chapter 5: A Gryffindor interrogation, a letter from Lucius, Draco gets ungainly and moody, and Siria does something peculiar. Oh, and the end of the pregnancy draws near, bringing even more oddities. . .
Roslyn Drycof.