Author: SilverSnitch69

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Neither do I, nor my partner in crime/beta, own Harry Potter or any related characters. We just use them in our twisted little stories for our, and soon to be your, sick pleasure.

Warning: This is slash, so I hope you know what that means, if not, then I don't know what to tell you. Post-Hogwarts, and the relationship has been established. Implied m-preg, though we don't go into the details.

"OMG! It's Harry Potter!"

"Father, I'm hungry."

"Me hungry, too, Papa."

Sigh "Well, that makes three of us. I'm hungry, too."

"Papa, where did Daddy go?"

"To get our port-key, sweetheart."

"What's taking him so long?"

"Heck if I know, Christian"

"Papa?"

"Mmm?"

"You don't think he got lost, do you?"

"Of course not, stupid. Dad wouldn't get lost."

"Don't call me stupid! Papa, look at Chris. He's calling me names again."

"Christian, please, it's too early in the morning. I have a headache, not to mention I'm hungry, for you to start bothering your brother. Please, baby, just stop."

"Sorry, Father. Promise I wont do it again."

Sigh.

"Papa?"

"Yes, Brian?"

"That man is looking at us funny."

Groan. "Please, not this."

On the other side of the building…

"Come on, come on, please move."

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Sigh.

"What the hell is taking so long?"

Sigh.

"Thank you, Ms. Najar, and have a wonderful time in Bermuda."

"Finally!"

Girly Giggle. "Have you been waiting long?"

"Almost an hour."

"Oh, my! Well, how may I help you, sir?"

"Yes, I reserved a port-key for today."

"Ok, destination?"

"The U.S."

"Name?"

"Harry Potter."

"Ok, let me see. Harry Po…"

"…"

"…"

"Is there something wrong, miss?"

"You're…you're…you're…"

"I'm…I'm, what?"

"Ha-a-a-a-r-r-r-y P-p-p-p…."

Sigh.

"P-p-o-t-t-t-e-e-r-rr."

"Yes, I'm Harry Potter. Now can you please give me my port-key. I'm in a rush you see. My family…"

"Your family!"

"Yes, my family. And they are waiting for me and …"

"OMG! You're Harry Potter!"

Sigh. "I thought we went through this?"

"I can't believe I finally get the chance to meet Harry Potter! I have to call my friends."

"My port-key, please, Ms…"

"Akopyan! Syuzanna Akopyan, but you can call me Suzy, Mr. Potter. All my friends call me that, although, they sometimes call me Stupy for some odd reason…"

Sigh

"…and another friend started calling me Suzy-Q, which I hate, mind you, and I threaten to hex her into next week if she even dare to call me that again, and she…"

"Please! Ms. Akopyan…"

"SUZY! Call me Suzy, Mr. Potter."

'Just breath, Harry, you don't really want to hex her into oblivion, it's not her fault she's obnoxious. Draco is waiting and if you don't hurry up…'Sigh. "Suzy, would you just give me my port-key and I'll give you an autograph. How's that?"

"Really?"

"Yes, really… Port-key. Now."

Meanwhile…

"Why is that man grinning, Father?"

"Because he wants to be hexed, Christian. Just ignore him. Both of you."

"Ok, papa."

"He's still smiling… and now he's talking to someone else and pointing over here."

"Papa, I'm scared."

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll protect you and your brother from those stupid little people."

"Just don't kill him or I'll tell Dad."

"Spoilsport."

"Father, you know Dad doesn't like it when you attack the reporters."

"But they deserve to be hexed."

"Even Ms. Blueberry from Witch Weekly?"

"What! She was coming on to Harry. I was just making sure she knew who he belongs to."

"Father, she was just asking if he was ok after he fell from his broom during the semi-finals."

"To you it seemed that way, but she was really trying to seduce him. Humph! How dare she try to get my Harry by acting all worried. I knew all her tricks!"

"Ok, how about Mr. Willie from the Evening Prophet?"

"Son, his name said it all. It just begged for me to hex him."

Giggle. "Mr. Willie was funny, Papa."

"Yeah, his name is funny." Snicker. "But Dad still wasn't happy you hexed him."

"Your dad was just jealous he wasn't able to hex him before I did."

Sigh.

"Christian, are they looking over here?"

"Yes, and now they have a camera."

"What are we going to do, Papa?"

"We wait and see, children. We wait and see."

With Harry…

"Can I have another one for a friend of mine. He is a total fan of yours, too, although, he collects more pictures of your husband than yours, but I'm sure he'll love it any way."

"Sorry, but I only promised one."

"But!…please Mr. Potter, give me one more, and I promised that'll be the only one!"

"Hey! Up there, what's the hold up!"

"Yeah, we've been waiting in line for an hour!"

"DO I LOOK LIKE I GIVE A DAMN! YOU CAN WAIT ANOTHER HOUR FOR ALL I CARE! THIS IS HARRY POTTER UP FRONT, SO GO TO HELL!"

Sigh.

"Sorry about that Mr. Potter. People are rude these days."

Groan. "Hey! I got an idea. How about you give me my port-key and then I'll run quickly to get my husband to sign his autograph so you can give it to that friend of yours. How's that?"

"Really! He'll be so happy! Make it for Ethan Hursh, please. Great! Ok, one port-key to the U.S. for you Mr. Potter. Here it is, and it's scheduled to leave in about… ten minutes. Bye, and have a nice time."

"Ten minutes!"

With Draco…

"Father, he's coming over here."

"Yes, I see him and… my, he's really good looking."

"Papa! I'm going to tell Daddy."

"No, you are not. Besides, I was just kidding, Sweetheart."

"Really?"

"Excuse me, but would you happen to be Mr. Draco Malfoy?"

"It's Malfoy-Potter."

"Now, Christian, don't be rude. Yes, that's me, and you are…?"

"Ethan Hursh, and may I be bold as to say you are more handsome in person than in the papers. Those pictures don't do you justice."

"Hey, loser! My father is married."

"Yeah. Papa is mewied with Daddy."

"Children please. He was just being polite."

"And even after bearing two children, I'm quiet stunned to see you have kept your figure."

"Daily exercise would help you do that."

"Father, I don't like him. Can I hex him?"

"Christian! That is quite enough."

"You are a spirited young lad, aren't you?"

"He gets it from his other father."

"And looks like him too, though the hair looks much tamer. How about this other one. What is your name?"

"Brian."

"Now you look more like your father. Very handsome."

"Think so too?"

"Huh? Oh! Mr. Potter, what a… I mean to say that… you have a nice family."

"Thank you, now leave."

"Harry! Behave. This is Ethan Hursh. Ethan this is…"

"His husband."

Sigh.

"Dad, he was hitting on him."

"What?"

"Harry, don't listen to him, he was just being polite and complimenting on the children."

"No he wasn't! Dad, he was flirting with him."

"Yeah Daddy! Hex him!"

"Umm… Mr. Potter, I assure you I wasn't flirting with your husband, I was merely… should I start running?"

"Oh, yes. Start running, and if I see you again ogling my husband I will…"

"Potter! What the hell was that for!"

"What do you mean what that was for! The guy was practically drooling all over you!"

Sneer. "Please. You are over exaggerating. He was being very friendly. Really, Potter, your jealousy is really annoying."

"My jealousy! You are the one that hexes reporters that you believe are coming on to me."

"But she was! She wasn't fooling anyone especially me. You're just too dense to realize what she was doing."

"But Mr. Willie?"

"Potter."

"Well he did have a funny name, but that still didn't merit you hexing him."

Giggle. "Willie."

"Did you get the port-key, Dad."

"Port-key? Oh! Yes, I have it. It leaves in ten, no, three minutes."

"What! Potter, what the hell took you so long!"

" Hey! It wasn't my fault that the lady was missing a few screws."

"You mean she was a fan?"

"What's the difference?"

"Touché."

A/N: Okay, I know it's been awhile (This is Stupy posting again btw). I've had this chapter for awhile on my computer, but I guess I've just been too lazy to post. Well Im on it now. Kitty is working on the next chapter, and it looked pretty dang funny from what I've seen so far. For you slashy fans, I think she has decided to up the rating a bit. Now If you have a problem with more mature stuff please tell me and we'll figure something out. As far as our other story "Rainbow Room" goes. We have worked on the plot a bit more, and we sort of know where it's going, but we're stuck on the chat text. The fact that we both started college and I started working leaves little time for us to work on it, but I shall force myself as I usually do. Okay, Please Read and Review. You don't know what it means to us little writers when some comments (good comments though) on our work! I wish you all slashie dreams! 333