Not On Hold Any More!

Disclaimer: As much as I would love too, I don't own anything that has been previously mentioned in the Harry Potter Books.

Author's Note: I didn't think about people remembering Dom, Harry and Draco in the future, the best way to solve such problems, is to invent a spell. In answer to the question SilverPhoenix69 asked a while ago, it's a spell. I'll explain it at the wedding.
And while I'm answering questions and stuff…
DreamHowler: Lucius has an arranged marriage, so it wouldn't matter if he went out with Dom. If Dom went out with Lily, then James would have been jealous and fought him for Lily. If Dominic went out with James, Lily would get lonely and realize how much she likes James, then she'd tell him and James and Lily would live happily ever after. (I did think of these things)

I've decided who Dom's going to be with, but I'm not telling yet.

The Tales of Werewolves
Like Father, Like Son

"Sit down behind a caldron with a partner. Someone you don't know very well, but not an enemy. Black, Potter, don't pretend not to know each other, go find partners, now."

Draco sat cross-legged on his desk with a book in his lap, the title had been removed by a spell and the words on the page had been charmed so only Draco could read it. When the students walked past they tried to look at it, Draco just chuckled at their confused faces.

"I'm Professor Malfoy and today we'll be making Veritaserum. Instructions are on the board, ingredients in the cupboard. Begin."

There were mutters around the classroom as the seventh years went over to the cupboard. Under normal circumstances, Draco wouldn't have started a class like this, but he was engrossed in the story.

Harry had often told him off for reading books like the one he had, but his reprimands went one ear and out the other. After all, it was Harry fault he liked these books so much.

Five minutes into the double period, Draco had gone down a short spiral staircase and into his office for a few minutes, then came back to the class and started grading papers.

Fifteen minutes after the bell for the second period and Draco hadn't moved from the table up the front. When he finally spoke the class jumped.

"Stop, everyone!" He didn't take his eyes off his work.

The students froze and Draco stood slowly, his eyes closed.

Keeping his eyes firmly shut, he made his way down the rows, his smelt his way to a caldron between the middle row and the back.

"Miss Fable."

Katherine Fable looked up with her miss-matched eyes and shrugged apologetically, "I've never been good at potions." She gave as an explanation.

"Yet you managed to get into the advanced class?" Draco was suddenly disturbed at how much he sounded like a hybrid of his father and Professor Snape. He suppressed a shudder and looked at the girl's partner.

"I suck at potions too." Explained Remus. "At least Kath's getting tutored and has some idea what she's doing."

"Who's the tutor?" he asked them both.

"I am." Someone called from the other side of the room. Severus stood at his caldron with Narcissa Black (soon to be Malfoy).

Even though Dom was seated away from Draco, he didn't miss the amused glint in his guardian's eyes.

"I should have guessed as much." Said Draco. He corrected Kath and Remus's potion and then went back to his desk.

Dom looked over at Remus, who could smell the bond between Harry and Draco, and was undoubtedly confused about the rather potent smell of Gay Sex, which he had probably never smelt before, but was something Dom was used to smelling.

Nothing Dom could do stopped the cheeky smirk that came across his face. His guardians seemed to have 'christened' their bed at least three times.

"Guys, I gotta tell you something." Remus beckoned everyone to lean in closer so no one else could hear what they were going to talk about. "The two new Professors are Werewolves."

James let out a low whistle and craned his neck so he could get a better look at his future son. "Look, man. He doesn't have any scars."

"Prongs, you idiot, can't you see that one on his forehead." Harry had his hair tied back loosely now, and his scar stood out on his head.

"It's a weird shape. It looks like a cursed scar. We'll have to ask him about it."

Dom choked on his pumpkin juice, which resulted in a coughing fit. Sirius, who was sitting next to him, patted him lightly on his back, and then rubbed circles when Dom had stopped and was trying to catch his breath.

"You alright man. Not gonna die on me are you?"

"I'm fine, just, don't ask Harry about his scar. It's a touchy subject for him and he probably wouldn't answer it anyway. The time line and all that."

"All this timeline crap's fucking bullshit." Snapped James. "I'm not allowed to learn anything about my son! It's bullshit I tells ya!"

"Prongs, Language. You're head boy. Can't you at least try to set an example?"

"Shut up Moony, I'm trying to rant here."

Remus looked slightly hurt so Sirius thought it would be a good idea to punch him lightly in the arm. "Buck up. Just wait until he's let off a bit of steam."

"If he's anything like Harry then that could take a while." Put in Dom, as he cut up his steak.

Sirius laughed, flashing his perfect teeth and making his eyes sparkle with amusement. "Must run in the family… Hey! Prongs, it's Evans!" Sirius said excitedly pointing to Lily Evans, who was walking down the table towards them.

"Padfoot, man, I've given up on her. I mean she's defiantly foxy, but she's never gonna except a date with me. My romantic life has passed it's highest point a-"

"James, your romantic life never got off the ground."

"You know though, if you had listened to me in the first place, then you would already have her." Remus put in wisely then continued to give James endless advice, ignoring the fact that he himself had never had a date in his life.

Dom and Sirius tuned them out (leaving Peter to stuff his face alone) and started talking. Don noticed that Sirius had dimples, and it struck him as funny that it made him look years younger then he actually was.

Sirius some how got Dom talking on the topic that he was an orphan, and that he knew his mother, but no one knew that he knew she was related. At the mention of family Sirius's eyed saddened and he ignored any questions Dom would ask about his relatives.

Harry had once mentioned that his late godfather hated his family, but he didn't know any specifics.

Severus sat alone at the Slytherin table. He had a book propped up by a jug of juice. He didn't eat much because his father had starved him over the summer, so his stomach wasn't ready to handle a full meal quite yet.

The candles cast a shadow over his book. "Dark Arts, huh? I would have thought you didn't need to know anymore."

"Never hurts to brush up." Was Severus's answer, without flinching or turning around.

"Come on, detention awaits."

Severus got up and turned around. He noticed Professor Malfoy was standing a step behind Professor Harry. They led him down the hall and into the dungeons where (in the potion's classroom) a table was set up where five caldrons were set up and the cupboard was almost overflowing with ingredients.

"You will be serving detention here." Said Malfoy. "He will supervise, though he isn't the best at potions." This earned the blonde Professor a glair from the man behind him. "You will be learning the 'joy' of multi-tasking-"

"And not asking questions about what the potions will be used for. " Harry butted in by saying.

Severus nodded and both professors, in one movement, encouraged him to begin. One potion was an energy replenishing draft; two were for wound mending and bruise healing. There was one he had never heard of, so he assumed it was from the future and Severus made a point of memorizing it.

The last one was a potion version of lubricant, which Severus didn't really want to know anything about from his professors.

Later that night, after Severus's detention was over and the Wolfsbane potion was setting, Harry went into the bedroom, ready to crawl into bed. He was met with the sight of Draco, sitting up on his side of the bed, with a book in one hand and a tissue in the other, which was held to his nose as tears ran down his face.

"O Merlin." He muttered. "Draco?" Harry said a bit louder, catching the attention of his lover. "What have I told you about reading Muggle Romance books?"

"N-Not too." Draco sobbed. He blew his nose softly and book-marked his place. "Sorry." He said softly.

"Don't be, it's sweet. Anyway, I've only myself to blame." Harry got into bed and wrapped his arms around the other Werewolf's waist. "I'm the one that suggested you try out muggle things."

Draco flicked off the light and they lay silent for a few minutes before, "Harry, Love? Are you awake?"

"Mmm-Hmm"

"Have you ever thought about having a kid of our own?"

"…"

"Harry?"

"… Is that even possible?"

"It is with werewolves if the Alpha-male's involved, you know that." Harry felt Draco's chest swell with pride from under him as 'Alpha-male' was mentioned.

"We have Dominic, Dray, do we really need another one?"

"I'd like one. But. If you don't, then that's ok. I'll live. It's just that Dom's getting older now and soon he'll find someone and move out to live with them."

Harry didn't know what to say. Draco's voice sounded both hopeful and disappointed, with a bit of understanding mixed in. Harry did want children of his own, but like most adults of their time, was afraid of having a child in the middle of the war. If he died in battle (like he was almost convinced he was going to), he didn't know if Dray would be able to handle a child by himself.

It's not that he didn't trust Draco or anything like that, he did trust him, with all his heart, but the worry was still there.

"I'll think about it, but I can't now, I'm too tired."

Draco ran his hands through Harry's long hair. "Sleep then. You have years to decide." He said softly as Harry felt himself drift off.

Once Harry was asleep Draco couldn't help thinking, 'He's right, I really should stop reading Muggle Romance novels. Puffy red eyes do absolutely nothing for my appearance.'

A/N: I thought it was a good place to leave it. Sorry about the length (or, lack there of).

Things to look forward to in next chapter: Harry decision (hopefully, but don't quote me on it). 70s fashion (I just had to underline it :giggles:). A hands-on DADA class. And Dominic's animagus form (take a guess at what it'll be).