Title: Boy-Who-Lived: Father-To-Be
Author: SweetMercy
Rating: M
Warnings: mpreg, slash, has naughty swear words!
Pairings: RL/HP but has references to others.
Summery: One day in the summer after Harry's 6th year, an article appears in the paper that turns his world upside down. Knowing that most of what was said in the article was true, Harry fears seeing his friends and the rest of the Order. But, just like everything else, life has to go on, and Harry returns to school to face the music.
A/N: I thought I would post this one because it's the last 'flashback' chapter and I wanted to get it out of the way. Thank you SO much for reviewing!
Spoiler (ish): I will not be changing the the storyline of the fic due to book 6, I'm just going to be adding little bits here and there - more like references. Hopefully they wont be HUGE spoilers, but the main spoilers will have a sort of twist to them so I can alter book 6 to fit this. lol
Chapter 8: Dean
"It was a week later," Harry began, "and we'd just won the Gryffindor Vs Slytherin match. As you know, loads of Gryffindor's had managed to smuggle up quite a lot of drinks from the kitchen."
"With a little help from Dobby and Kreacher," muttered Hermione. Harry ignored her.
"We were all celebrating the win and having a good time," continued Harry. "Well, quite a few of us had a bit too much to drink, and we got carried away…"
"Understatement," declared Hermione, obviously remembering how Neville had tried to chat up the table.
"Anyway," said Harry, "Dean and I got a bit too friendly that night."
FLASHBACK
"Drinks all around!" shouted Seamus cheerfully as Dobby and Kreacher disappeared with a crack, leaving one of the tables in the common room crammed with boxes full of drinks. There were red and gold balloons floating around the common room and above the stairs that led to the dormitory was a large banner with the words 'Go Gryffindor' written in shiny crimson letters.
"I really don't think this is a good idea," said Hermione over the noise of the crowd. "Half the students are too young to be drinking."
"Hermione!" Ron complained, helping himself to a drink from one of the boxes Katie had just opened, "It's a celebration!"
"Ron!" she warned.
"Ok, ok," he sighed. He crossed the room and climbed up on to the armchair by the fire. "Oi!" He yelled at the room, and everyone looked up from what they were doing, "As a prefect, I'm warning you that alcohol is only permitted to students of 16 and over!"
The older students smiled and went back to their drinks, but from the younger students however, there was a great deal of protest.
"That's not fair!" shouted Ginny, "We were on the Quidditch Team to! We earned the right for a drink!"
"Yeah!" shouted Jimmy Peakes, one of the beaters.
"Oh alright!" agreed Ron. "Alcohol to those of 15 and over."
"What about me?" shouted one of the chasers, Demelza Robins.
"Oh fine!" shouted Ron, "Alcohol is allowed to those of 14 and over. Everyone else has to stick to Butterbeer!"
There was another uproar from the younger students but Ron glared at them and they soon shut up. He walked back over to Harry and Hermione with a smug look on his face. Hermione, however, didn't seem at all pleased.
"14 is way too young to be drinking Ronald!" she snapped. "You're supposed to be a prefect! Good job at setting an example!"
"Oh, lighten up Hermione," he smiled, pulling a bottle of oak-matured mead out of one of the boxes and handing it to her, but Hermione glared at him.
"No thank you," she snapped, "I think I'll stick to Butterbeer. One of us has to be the responsible one. But don't come crying to me when you do something you'll regret!" And with that, she stormed away across the room.
Harry smiled to himself and took the bottle of mead out of Ron's hand. He knew they would be in a lot of trouble for stealing so many drinks from the kitchens, not to mention supplying alcohol to a lot of under-aged students. But hopefully, they wouldn't get found out.
Harry unscrewed the top of the bottle and took a large swig. They had earned a drink, he thought to himself. All the hard work had paid off. And besides, seeing the look on Malfoy's face when Harry had caught the Snitch…priceless! The match simply couldn't have gone any better.
As the evening went on and the supply of drinks went down, Harry joined in with the cheerful conversation. Seamus, who was getting drunker by the minute was convinced that what the party needed was some 'light entertainment' and had climbed up onto one of the tables and attempted to strip, which brought much laughter as he only managed to remove his robes before falling onto the floor.
Someone had turned on the WWN and music was blasting across the room. Everybody was dancing and singing and jumping about, all in high spirits. Harry had joined in the fun after his 5th bottle of…well, something…only dimly aware that the noise was sure to carry out of the common room.
Hermione, meanwhile, was glaring at them from over in her corner. Probably only one of the few still sober, as one of the younger students had charmed bottles of Vodka and Whiskey to look like Butterbeer, she tried to get the younger, unaffected students to bed.
Katie Bell and her friend Louise had started to sing a duet of Chain Reaction and a seventh year boy had started up a conga line. Harry laughed as he watched Ron, Neville, and Seamus fall over their own feet, tumbling into everyone else in the line, knocking them all down.
"Here you go Harry," said a voice Harry knew and another bottle was pressed into his hand. He looked around and saw Dean standing next to him.
"Cheers," smiled Harry, taking a swig of the drink.
"It was a great match wasn't it?" slurred Dean, swaying slightly on his feet, bottle in hand, "Ginny looks hot on a broom."
Harry laughed and took another gulp of his drink, watching Ginny who had just started up a game of Truth or Dare with her fellow 5th years.
"You look hot on a broom as well Harry," Dean continued, smiling at him. "Flying with that sexy look of determination on your face, grasping that stick between your legs."
Harry, who had just taken another drink from the bottle, spat it back out with a laugh. He turned to look at Dean and he swayed dangerously on the spot. He gripped the table for support.
"You're drunk," he laughed. "How many have you had?"
"Only a couple," Dean answered. He took another drink. "You wanna go do somethin' fun?"
"Lead the way," said Harry, and he staggered after Dean across the common room, grabbing another drink as he passed the table. They fell out of the portrait hole and landed on the floor in the corridor, Harry spilling his drink all over the other boy.
"I've got you all wet," he laughed, pulling himself up and offering his hand to Dean. They staggered down the empty corridor, singing along to the music that was still sounding from the common room, earning themselves disapproving glares from the portraits they passed.
They turned a corner and began to descend some stairs clumsily, when they heard hurried footsteps. Harry froze at the sound, unable to think what to do. Dean, who was still laughing, covered his mouth with his hand and looked up at Harry.
"This way, quick," said Harry, and he pulled Dean behind a tapestry which concealed a hidden passageway. He tumbled over Dean and crawled deeper into the passage just as the footsteps passed. By the sound of it, there was more than one person and Harry was sure they belonged to teachers. Evidently, the party back in the common room was about to be interrupted.
He looked back at Dean with an amused look. He had shed his robes and was now sitting against the wall, still suffering from a fit of silent giggles. Harry crawled over to him.
"You know," said Dean, still giggling, "You're really pretty."
"Why thank you, so are you," smiled Harry. He lifted the empty bottle to his lips intending to drink. Dean sniggered.
"We're gonna be here all night," he observed, "I can't remember the way to the common room."
Harry laughed, still holding the empty bottle. "We might as well make ourselves comfortable."
Dean smiled and leaned into Harry suddenly, his clumsy hands struggling with Harry's robe. Harry, who was far too intoxicated with drink to protest, ripped it off, and kissed Dean, tasting the Fire Whiskey on his lips. Dean returned the kiss sloppily and tumbled on top of Harry, who took one last attempt to extract some drink from the empty bottle, before pushing it aside…
END FLASHBACK
"…and I had such a hangover in the morning. It took me a while to realise what had happened."
"Well, you did kind of have half a box of booze Harry," said Ron, with a trace of amusement in his voice.
"I knew something stupid was going to happen with all that drink," said Hermione. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
"Oh come off it Hermione," said Ron, turning to look at her, "You're not seriously saying that you have never done something wrong?"
"Everybody makes mistakes Ron," she said, "It's just that alcohol usually makes it worst."
"Well," said Ron, clearly trying to think of something to say, "I thought you were being the responsible one? How come you let Harry go off with Dean?"
"Well I'm so sorry I wasn't watching Harry's every move," she said sarcastically. "I promise I won't let him out of my sight next time his best friend decides to get him drunk."
"Well I'm just saying that…"
"Will you guys drop it?" Harry interrupted. "Look. It's done, ok?"
"Sorry," muttered Hermione.
"So," said Ron. "Sirius, Remus, Malfoy, and Dean. Those are the four candidates?"
"Suppose," said Harry, swinging his legs of the sofa and sitting up to face them.
"So now all we have to do is figure out which one's the father," said Hermione.
"Couldn't you just get a paternity test done or something?" asked Ron.
"Well that's the most obvious thing to do," said Hermione, "But to do that he's going to need the DNA of the other's so it can be matched up. And in male pregnancies it can't be done until the babies are born so…"
"Good point," said Ron, and silence followed.
"Right," said Hermione finally, "We need a plan."
"A plan?" asked Harry, looking at her.
"He's having babies Hermione, not attempting a mass breakout," said Ron, but she ignored him.
"First of all," she continued, "Do they know you're pregnant?"
"Well, thanks to the Prophet, they will now," he said bitterly.
"Do they know about each other?" she asked.
"Well, Malfoy knows about Remus," he said, "But I think that's it. Sirius is going to be thinking the babies are his, and Remus and Dean are going to be thinking the same."
He looked up at Hermione again.
"If you're suggesting that I tell them about each other, then I can't," he told them. "What do you think Sirius and Remus would do to each other when they found out? What do you think they'll all think of me? Maybe Malfoy was right, maybe I am a whore."
"Harry, don't say that about yourself," said Hermione.
"But it's true. Just look at this mess I've got myself in," he said miserably.
"Yes, it's a mess," she said, coming to sit next to him on the sofa, "But it's a mess that can be sorted out. It'll be ok; you'll see."
Harry sighed, unconvinced, but he didn't push the matter.
"So what do I do?" he asked.
"Well," she said thoughtfully, "You could tell them all that there was one other, I suppose, rather than three others. It might help them relax a bit."
"Yeah," said Harry, "Yeah, I'll do that."
Yes! The last flashback! Whoo hoo! Now I can get on with the story! lol.
Shadow Vampiress: 8 and a half hours? Seriously! I could never read a book that fast. I got it at midnight (stayed up until 9am reading until I couldn't avoid sleep any longer) then read it all Sunday and finished at 2:30am Monday morning. So it took me 1 and a half days. But its worth the loss of sleep! lol
lemylupin: Don't worry - it will stay in the same universe; I'm just adding bits and bobs.
Remusgrl01: I don't believe those 'he isn't dead' thoeries. Everybody was like that with Sirius. But the Snape guitly or innocent thoeries...thats a different matter. I'm not sure which one I believe yet...Snapes such an interesting character. Arh! Inferi! Scared the hell out of me! lol. And yeah, I thought the Tonks thing was a bit surprising as well. Remus Lupin is GAY I tell you! lol
Lord Localfreak: I haven't made my mind up about Snape yet...thoeries are flying all over mugglenet about him.
centaurius: OMG I know! Hogwarts! I really cant wait until book 7 now! There's so many things that need answering.
Black Feline: lol, tell me about it.
MasterLupin117: Yup! hehe. I just had an urge to make him out like some sort of whore. lol. I get weird brainwaves like that.