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 Five: Experiences Of A Lifetime

By: Roslyn Drycof

That evening, Harry was given the interrogation of his life by his housemates. After supper, Hermione immediately sat him down in a chair by the fireplace and stood in front of him, her hands on her hips. Several other Gryffindor seventh years, plus one sixth year, were fanned out around her.

"When were you going to tell us Snape has a daughter with Sirius?" she demanded, an angry glitter in her brown eyes.

He sighed. "Soon. I only found out on Wednesday."

"Only on Wednesday! That's several days ago!"

"I was preoccupied with worrying whether the spell to bring Sirius back would work, all right!"

The smart girl cocked her head to the side. "What spell did you use?"

"Something involving blood magic that needed Snape, Siria, Malfoy, and I."

Ginny gasped, "But blood magic is dark!"

Hermione shook her head at the red-haired girl. "Not always. But Harry, why were you four needed?"

"Siria is Snape and Sirius' daughter. Me and Malfoy are going through a simulated pregnancy. Sirius is my godfather and Snape is Malfoy's. We're all connected. The spell brought back the missing link to the circle."

Her eyes widened and she murmured, "Of course! I've heard of magic working like that. But it's so odd that you had the exact bonds needed to form the circle."

Then, a moment later, she frowned. "But why are you and Malfoy shagging? I don't get it. That wasn't needed."

Harry shut his eyes in utter embarrassment. She'd just had to say that out loud, hadn't she? "Hermione, did you have to announce that fact to everyone!"

Ron paled. "But you said you didn't shag him last night!"

Harry lowered his head into the cradle of his arms and mumbled, "We didn't. This afternoon."

"Wait, you're gay!" Ginny suddenly exclaimed, shock tightening her features.

He groaned miserably. Now everything was out.

Ron furrowed his brows for a moment before he gasped out, "You lied to me! You knew exactly who the other two gays were!"

Harry lifted his head and glared at his best friend. "Of course I did! Do you think I was going to announce my orientation right after I'd heard your disparaging viewpoints on homosexuality?"

Hermione interrupted any response the redheaded boy might have made. "So that's why your assignment was pregnancy, because you're both gay. But, why were you partnered with him?"

He raised an eyebrow at her and drawled, "Isn't it obvious? To get over our rivalry."

"But wait, Hermione, I still don't get the pregnancy assignment. Dean and I are together, and we didn't get that assignment," Seamus argued, confused.

The smartest girl at Hogwarts frowned, considering Seamus' point. It was true. Why hadn't he and Dean recieved that assignment? And why specifically Harry and Malfoy? Any other pair, straight or gay, could have gotten that particular one.

"Do you know why, Harry?"

He closed his eyes for a moment before looking past her and into the fire. "Why? Because I want a child more than anything, and I think Malfoy does too. And yet, that's the one thing we can't have because of the situation. A war is not something you bring a child into."

"But you're only seventeen," Ginny protested, bewildered at the longing she heard in his voice.

Emerald eyes shadowed beyond his years, Harry whispered, "Only seventeen. . .I wish that was true."

Sunday morning, Draco sat at Slytherin table amidst cold stares and whispered words. He'd managed to escape any interrogation the night before, but his housemates had suspected something anyway. He'd been acting oddly ever since the project with Potter had begun, and then there were the rumors in Gryffindor House. Nothing looked good for the Slytherin Ice Prince, nothing.

Although it was not a day for the post, an bird flew in through the windows of the Great Hall. It was a large black hawk that was very familiar to Draco Malfoy. It was his father's bird.

With shaking hands, Draco unwrapped the message from Morgana's leg. She immediately began pecking at his breakfast. Ignoring her, he opened the pieces of parchment.

The letter read:

Draco,

I've heard some odd things about you lately. That your sexual education assignment is a simulated pregnancy with Potter. That you helped Severus bring back Sirius Black. That you are consorting with Potter in a manner that in unbefitting a Malfoy. Are these rumors true? Because if they are, so help me, you are not my son!

Respond immediately.

Signed,

Lucius Malfoy

Draco set the letter down, a heavy feeling engulfing his chest. His father knew the truth, and any protestations to the opposite would be ignored. He pulled a portable quill and ink from his robe pocket and began writing a response on the sheet of parchment his father had "generously" provided. More like to make sure he couldn't make up any excuses about not being able to write back as soon as he got the letter.

Father,

It is true. I helped Severus bring back the mangy mutt you hate. I am currently going through a simulated pregnancy for sexual education with Potter as my partner. And to be blunt, yes, I am having an affair with Potter. Yes, that means I am gay. I've been gay for over two years. Shocked? I hope so. It is my fondest wish that you rot in hell, and I am glad that I can say that now. Disown me, I do not care. I have money of my own. I do not need you any longer.

Please send my regards to the monster that should have died sixteen years ago. May you two suffer together for all eternity when you die.

Signed,

Draco Malfoy

He rolled up the sheet of parchment and tied it to Morgana's leg. She flew away as soon as he finished. And Draco knew his life was irrevocably changed.

Blaise Zabini had read what Draco wrote, and was furious. "How dare you still sit amongst us, you disgusting pouf! You are no Slytherin!"

Draco got to his feet and glared at the caramel-haired boy. "I am more of a Slytherin than you'll ever be."

He strode off as quickly as his pregnant form would let him. Leaving the Great Hall, he headed towards Snape's quarters. Maybe Siria would help his mood improve.

A familiar Gryffindor followed him and they moved through the corridors in a companiable silence. They reached Professor Snape's rooms and entered them to find the little girl riding around on Sirius' back. He was in his animal form.

"Sirius, how did she manage to trick you into giving her a doggie ride?" Harry asked his godfather, a grin on his face.

The ex-convict transformed back into a human and tickled his daughter before she could complain about her ride being over. "She's a wily one. And I seem to remember another tyke that loved doggie rides."

Harry laughed, "Hey! It was fun!"

"She thinks so, too."

Harry and Draco sat down on the couch by the fireplace and Sirius gave Siria a toy to keep her busy. A few minutes passed in silence, and then the older man asked his godson, "So, how has it been since I died?"

Harry winced at the word "died", but replied, "Okay, I guess. It was lonely without you, and I know Remus missed you lots."

A sad smile curved Sirius' lips. "Remus, my old buddy. I'll have to see him sometime soon. Has Sev been sending him his wolfsbane potion every month?"

The emerald-eyed boy nodded. "Yes, and he's improved it a bit. Doesn't taste as bad now."

"Well, now that's a feat. From what I've heard, that stuff's nasty and no one could find a way to improve it."

"Of course I'd find a way to improve it, you mutt. I know Lupin means a lot to you," Severus Snape said as he strode into the room.

Draco watched the banter between the three men with longing. It must be nice to have people care about you enough to do stuff like fixing a potion for your best friend. He wished he had someone like that.

No one noticed his subdued expression except for Siria. The little girl looked up from her toy and pursed her lips. She then proceeded to climb up onto the couch and onto Draco's legs, since he didn't exactly have a lap.

She pressed her tiny hands against the mound of his belly and a serious look entered her eyes. Moments later, Draco gasped and pressed one of his own hands to his stomach.

"What did she do?" Harry asked the blond.

"Made the "baby" move. It's weird. It's like she's talking to it, even though nothing's really there."

The other three men frowned, puzzled by his explanation. How could she be doing what she was doing?

After a few minutes, she stopped and climbed back down the couch. She then resumed playing with her toy as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. Everyone else was left confused.

Harry placed his hand on Malfoy's stomach and did feel something move. How odd! The book had said nothing about that happening. Could their magic be that strong, that it caused the energy to move like that?

He didn't know, but it sure was an interesting phenomenon to feel.

Harry and Draco visited Siria and Sirius every day. And every day, Siria always came up and greeted Draco's stomach. It was the oddest sight, but no one could persuade her that nothing was there.

Thursday night, Harry went back to Draco's room for the first time since the Friday they'd participated in the spell to bring Sirius back. Both had been nervous about being alone again, and how to go about acting after their intimacy on Saturday. They'd both been inexperienced and yet their being together had felt like the most natural thing in the world. It left them confused.

Now in his eight month, Draco felt horribly ungainly and didn't like taking his robe off for any reason. Even though the room was sweltering hot, he sat down on the bed and wrapped the folds of the robe around him.

Harry, having discarded his too-warm robe minutes ago, leaned against the wall and frowned at the other boy. "Aren't you hot?"

"No." The slight flush on his face told the opposite, and Harry knew it.

"Draco, why are you afraid to take your robes off?"

The blond narrowed his eyes and protested, "I'm not. Where did you get that stupid idea?"

Harry pushed away from the wall and walked over to the bed. He then took ahold of Malfoy's robe and tugged on it. Draco gripped it tightly, a panicked look on his aristocratic features. "Don't! What are you doing! Stop it!"

"No." And with that, Harry succeeded in pulling Draco's robe off. Draco's large stomach was exposed much more than before.

"Holy shit! When did it get that big?" burst out of Harry's mouth before he could stop the words.

Tears glittered in Draco's silver eyes and he snarled, "That's exactly why I kept the robe on! So you wouldn't see the huge bump where my stomach used to be."

Harry instantly regretted opening his big mouth. He knelt down in front of the almost-crying blond and said softly, "I didn't mean it like that, Draco. I was just surprised. You've kept yourself huddled in that robe for the past three days."

"Because I didn't want you to see! It's humongous! How can I be desirable with a bump the size of England!" the "pregnant" boy wailed.

So that was it. He didn't want to be seen as unattractive. Harry thought this was adorable, and entirely unnecessary. He let his eyes fill with the desire he was feeling for the other teen and reached up his hands to begin unbuttoning the shirt that covered his rounded body.

"No. Don't," Draco softly pleaded, trying to move away.

But Harry didn't stop. His fingers nimbly slipped the small buttons through the holes and pulled the sides of the shirt away from his torso. Slowly, he pressed his hands against the large mound, rubbing them in circles across the smooth skin.

Draco moaned, biting his lower lip to try and suppress the sound. "Oh Merlin, don't do that, Potter."

"Why not? You like it," Harry said huskily. He leaned forwards to lick one of Draco's nipples. His nipples were a lot more sensitive now because of the "pregnancy". That single touch sent bolts of pleasure arcing through his body.

Draco arched his back, a loud gasp escaping his lips. "Too much. . ."

Harry pushed him back onto the bed and straddled his hips. "Then I'm not stopping. I want you too much."

Draco tried to see the lie in his words, but all he saw was naked desire. And when Potter lowered his mouth to his, he had no more protests. He gave himself to the pleasure wholeheartedly. If Potter wanted him when he was bloated like a whale, who was he to push him away? Especially when he was really, really hungry for the raven-haired Gryffindor's muscled body?

Friday afternoon they walked into class together, Draco trying to hide his bump in his robe again. Although, now it wasn't to hide it from Harry, but from everyone else.

He was in a bad mood at the moment, his "pregnancy" giving him nothing but trouble. His ankles were swollen, his back ached, and he waddled. Waddled!

Harry helped him into his seat, which was not very comfortable being wooden and not very large. He crossed his arms and glared at everyone in general, hating the glances he got. Okay, so he looked horrible. Did they have to stare, though? Seriously!

McGonagall got to the front of the room and announced, "As you can see, today is our last class. You will have fifteen minutes to gather up the last of your data and then we'll begin presentations."

There were numerous groans throughout the gathered students. Only fifteen minutes?

Draco tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling. "I'm not going," he said to no one in particular.

His partner looked at him as if he'd gone crazy. "Uh, Draco? You do know you're talking to the ceiling. Don't you?"

The blond lowered his head and glared at the emerald-eyed boy. "Of course I do! I don't want to go! I don't even want to fucking move! I feel like shit!"

Harry sighed. Draco was not taking the end of his "pregnancy" well.

They spent the next fifteen minutes in silence. They were ready. All they had to do was share their feelings on the project, since Draco's simulated pregnancy wasn't over yet. Professor Snape had told them to present the final data to him after it was over.

Hermione and Ron were up first. Both looked nervous, and Hermione actually looked a bit pale. It was harder to tell with Ron since he was already always pale, but Harry suspected he was too.

Hermione began, "Our project was to become each other for one week. It was something I was not looking forward to. After I became Ron, I found out things I didn't know about him. Being a guy is not as easy as a lot of girls think it is. . ."

She went on, but Harry tuned her voice out. And when it was Ron's turn to speak, he tuned him out as well. The night before had tired him out, and this was a prime opportunity to get some shut-eye.

Hearing about Dean and Seamus' project was a bit more interesting. Before the project, Seamus had been very irresponsible, and Dean was a bit selfish. They both spoke about how taking care of the baby house elf had helped them realize they couldn't be like that anymore. And so Seamus learned responsibility and Dean learned how to be a lot more of a giver than before.

Harry didn't listen to Blaise and Pansy's presentation at all. And then he and Draco were up. He reluctantly got to his feet and walked around the two desks to Draco's. The blond was effectively trying to kill the houseplant on the windowsill with his death glare for the second time. Harry sighed and helped him out of his seat, although Draco didn't look to happy at being helped up.

Harry had decided that he would start their presentation, but Malfoy jumped right in and started speaking. "I warn all of you never to get pregnant. I don't care how much you want a baby, being pregnant is the worst experience you could ever experience. It's horrible. Your feet hurt, your back aches, you have to pee all the time, you eat like crazy, and you look like an elephant. So don't get pregnant. Ever."

Rolling his eyes, Harry took over. "It's not as bad as that. Draco's just experiencing the worst parts right now."

He got a snort of derision in response from Draco.

"Anyway, I think that it is an amazing experience. And by going through this simulated pregnancy, we were able to bring my godfather back to life. That is something that outweighs any of the cons of this project by a landslide."

Draco, a much softer look on his face, interrupted him there. "Yeah, I guess I was being mean by complaining so much a minute ago. This "pregnancy" has helped me in a lot of ways, and it's obviously helped Potter. And by working together, we've found out stuff about each other that we were blind to before. I also wouldn't mind having a kid for real someday, as long as the War is over by then and he or she can grow up in peace. So yeah. . .having a baby isn't half-bad, although being pregnant does have it's drawbacks."

They then went back to their seats. Draco spent the rest of the class sleeping, and Harry spent it watching Draco sleep.

The weekend passed uneventfully, Harry and Draco curled up in Draco's bed just talking or cuddling. Draco felt too ungainly for anything else, and Harry didn't mind. He found that talking to and holding the blond was just as satisfying.

Monday morning rolled around, and Draco woke up with mixed emotions. Part of him felt glad that the "pregnancy" would end, but the other part of him was going to miss it. Maybe it was the masochistic part, or the maternal part, but he felt it strongly. Who knew if he was actually going to get a chance to have a real child someday?

He walked into his first class, Charms with Hufflepuff, hoping that a quarter after three wouldn't come. The book Granger had found about the spell said that he'd go through a few hours of "labor" and then it would all go away exactly three weeks after the spell was cast.

They were reviewing a spell that switched objects. It was a review from something in fourth year, but Professor Flitwick wanted them to know it perfectly for what they were doing next.

Draco half-heartedly flicked his wand and caused his ink pot and rucksack to switch places. It was simple magic that he could care less about.

Just as he was about to switch the items back to their original places, he felt an odd tingling in his abdomen. Great. The "labor" was starting, even if it was a few hours early. He sat through several of the twinges, wishing they weren't happening. He didn't want the "pregnancy" to end just yet! What if it made the connection between him and Potter go away?

Yes, that was his biggest fear. Theh simulated pregnancy did bond them, so what if when it was over, the bond completely disappeared?

Class ended soon enough, and Draco gathered up his things. He walked through the halls towards the Transfiguration classroom, his next class. It was a class with Gryffindors.

He sat down in the back corner of the room and closed his eyes. When Potter sat down next to him, he opened them again. "It's begun."

Harry looked surprised. "But it's not supposed to start for another two or three hours."

Draco shrugged. "Maybe I'm just lucky, that I get to experience it longer."

The raven-haired teen wasn't able to reply to that since Professor McGonagall began the class. This lesson wasn't a practical, so students were expected to listen and take notes. Draco didn't feel like taking notes, so he doodled something on his paper.

The "labor pains" continued to bother him throughout the class, and he was experiencing one when he found Professor McGonagall standing beside him and glaring at his parchment that clearly did not hold any notes.

"What is this, Mister Malfoy?" she asked sternly.

He frowned and motioned for her to wait a moment. She looked outraged, but waited. Soon, the annoying twinge subsided and he let out the breath he'd been holding. The stupid "pains" were actually becoming a bit painful. "It's a drawing."

"And why were you drawing when you were supposed to be taking notes?"

Draco shrugged. "I didn't feel like taking notes. And anyway, these twinges keep breaking my concentration."

She frowned at him. "The "pains" are not supposed to start for at least another two hours."

"Tell that to them. I've been feeling them since eight-thirty."

It was ten-thirty at the moment.

"Eight-thirty? That's ridiculous! You couldn't have."

He glowered at her. "Well, I have. And they've started to hurt a bit."

"Preposterous."

Draco crossed his arms and was about to tell her off when Harry interrupted. "He's not lying, Professor. I've noticed that he has gone a bit tense with the most recent ones."

She opened her mouth to speak when the Slytherin boy bit his lower lip and pressed a hand to his rather large belly. But this was impossible!

Draco tried to keep his breathing steady, but couldn't help the slight gasp that escaped his lips. Damn, these were actually becoming painful.

Frowning, Professor McGonagall went back to the front of the room and continued the lesson, trying to ignore the Malfoy boy's behavior.

Harry leaned over towards Draco and whispered, "Are you okay?"

Draco took a deep breath and murmured that he was fine, although he really didn't feel it. He picked up his quill and began scratching at his parchment again. Harry was left no choice but to try and concentrate on the lesson again.

Unfortunately, Draco was soon caught up in another "contraction", and this time he whimpered slightly. Harry turned wide eyes to him and bit his lip. "You don't sound fine, Draco."

The blond shook his head, gripping the desk with his left hand and pressing his right against his protruding belly. When the painful tightening in his abdomen ended, he hissed, "It hurts, all right?"

"Something isn't right. It's not supposed to hurt," Harry said quietly, worry shining in his emerald eyes.

He stood up and helped Draco to his feet as well. Professor McGonagall was stunned as they walked out of the classroom without a backwards glance. She strode over to Draco's desk and a frown furrowed her brows as she stared down at the sketch he'd doodled. A compassionate light entered her eyes and she felt a small smile tug at her lips.

Out in the corridor, Harry turned to Draco and asked him, "Do you want to get Snape?"

Draco nodded, his own worry rising to the surface.

They headed as quickly as Draco's waddling figure would let them and reached the dungeons after three more "contractions". Professor Snape didn't have a class this period, so they headed towards his private quarters where they knew he'd be. They walked inside to find Snape grading tests while Sirius played with Siria.

"Aren't you supposed to be in class?" the Potions professor asked, looking up from his papers.

Another pain made an appearance and Draco nodded while trying to hold in a gasp. His godfather was immediately on his feet. "What's wrong?"

"They hurt," he whimpered.

Severus' eyes widened and he strode over to him instantly. "What do you mean they hurt? They're not supposed to!"

Harry told him, "And they weren't supposed to start at eight-thirty either."

"Eight-thirty? Sev, that's not right!" Sirius exlaimed.

"I know, Black! Damnit, where is my wand?" Snape snapped, searching his pockets frantically.

Siria held up a long wooden stick and he took it with a small admonishment, "Siria, you are not allowed to touch my wand."

She looked at him with solemn black eyes and pointed at Draco. The blond-haired boy was going through another pain.

"So soon!" Severus exclaimed in surprise.

"Make it stop," Draco pleaded with him.

His godfather didn't answer, instead raising his wand and pointing it towards his rounded belly. Moments later a golden light shone from the area and Snape gasped, his face white.

"What is it!" Harry yelled, panic apparent in his voice.

The Potions professor swallowed harshly before replying, "He's having a baby."

A/N: Yes, I know I'm evil for cutting it off there. But I had to do it because it was the perfect spot to cut off for the next part. And don't worry, Part Six will be up very soon. It's already finished and should be quite enjoyable. Stick around and find out what happens next!

Thank you for the reviews I've gotten thus far. They've been great, and I'm glad my story is liked. Please review this chapter, too!

Hint for the final chapter: There's a certain clause in Draco's grandmother's will that could mean the loss of his inheritance, Snape shows a bit of his usual snarky behavior, and our favorite werewolf pops in for a visit. . .hmm, what do you make of this?

Roslyn Drycof.